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flem17ng · 4 months

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would love love love a jessie x dancer!r pls & thankyou 💖 ps I love your work

strength and grace: Jflem x dancer!reader

note: This was so fun to write anon! Thanks for the prompt x

summary: jessie passes the same dance studio every day on her walk and admires the dancers. It never occurred to her that one of them was admiring her back.

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The snow was thick on the pavement that morning and jessie thanked the poor bastard who’d taken the time to salt the path the night before. The snow made banks in both sides as she trudged onward. Her hands were shoved deep in her pockets and she hid her face in the collar of her jumper. Training never stopped, even in winter when the wind was sub zero and the field had to be heated. She was passing a small row of shops when gentle music made her pause. It echoed strangely through the empty street. It came from a stone building with large windows. She’d seen it before but had never taken the time to admire the dancers within.

The glass was almost frosted over, but she leaned up to see inside.

A lone figure stood in the warm light dressed in a half zipped hoodie and sweatpants. Her hair was in a messy bun that seemed to be slipping from the hair-tie. The woman moved to the music like water: graceful and fluid. every so often she paused, pressed a button on her phone and started the dance again.

Jessie could have stayed there for hours watching that girl dance. But eventually her fingers started going numb and she was rudely reminded that she had to get to the training ground.

She loved being back home in Canada, loved it even more when she was home for winter. Everything was so quiet and cold. The hockey season was kicking off, the ski fields opened up. Unfortunately it did mean training her ass off in freezing rain most mornings and today was no different. the raindrops started falling heavily as she pulled herself away from the dance studio window and she wished, randomly, that she was in there with that strange dancer instead of out in the cold.

***

No matter how many times you practiced the move, you couldn’t pin it down. The studio was empty that morning because you had come in so early. You’d had to hype yourself up to get out of the house because of all the snow on the road. You have never been so grateful for the studios heating system.

“fuck” you groaned. One second off the beat! Maybe you were being a perfectionist but it needed to be perfect. You pressed play again. The music filled the room in waves: piano, strange vocals, guitar.

You lifted your hands above your head and moved. The dance wasn’t for a competition or anything, more of a passion project. You danced to get out emotions, to release. You moved to the music fluidly, feeling it, understanding. The tricky part was coming up again and you scrunched your eyebrows, focusing.

“ugh” you groaned again and rubbed your eyes. you psyched yourself out again. You looked around the empty studio and caught movement in the corner of your eye: a woman walking past the window, bundled up in the cold. For a second you thought your eyes met but she kept walking. maybe she was watching you dance, you thought and smiled.

***

Jessie stood with her teammates as they made their lap of the stadium. The game had gone well and the energy was always fantastic during a home game. It was extra special for her because the game was so close to home. The crowd was full of family and friends. Fans who traveled to be there held large signs and decorated themselves with maple leaves and red paint.

It was no small secret that you were a big fan of women’s soccer. Specifically that you were a big fan of Jessie Fleming. You first watched her play in the olympics a few years ago and from then on went to as many games as possible. Your friends often teased you about it, and sure, maybe it was a little silly. The truth was you just loved to watch her move. The way she ran across the pitch, the way her legs seemed to go wherever she needed to be. her muscles stretched and contracted and her arms- Ok so maybe it wasn’t just about her soccer skills.

The game had been a good one, you’d managed to get tickets right at the front and now the whole team was standing just a few metres away waving to the crowd.

“omg Y/n i think that player you like is looking at you” your friend whispered with a smirk. You scanned the team and sure enough Jessie Fleming was watching you. She had a strange expression on her face, as if she was looking for someone she knew. Her cheeks were red and her hair was messy from the game. Dispite the cold air, she had pushed up her sleeves to sit above her shoulders making you blush.

She kept looking at you before shaking her head and giving you a grin.

“what was that about” your friend laughed and slapped your arm. You would have replied but at that moment you were far too busy reminding your heart how to beat properly.

Down on the field Jessie was tugged away by Quinn. they were talking about something, ball movement or something along that line but jessie was still thinking about the girl in the crowd. Maybe she was being crazy but she could have sworn that was the dancer from the studio in her town. The way You had smiled at her left her feeling a little dizzy.

“hello Jeffy? are you listening at all?” Quinn laughed giving Jessie a small shove.

“What of course I am! Ball something right?”

Quinn shook their head with a smile.

“You’ve been out of it since i caught you staring all gooey eyed at that lady in the stands! Do you know her?”

“I was not gooey eyed! also no one says that anymore. I don’t know i think she’s from my town.” jessie explained with a humph.

“well i’m pretty sure she was wearing your jersey. Must be a fan” Jessie blushed but brushed them off. She was a grown woman! she wasn’t getting ‘gooey eyed’ over a pretty stranger who happened to dance like an angel.

***

The next day Jessie made her way up the street to the studio with a purpose. She needed to see you. Even if she didn’t know you, even if she didn’t speak to you, She wanted to see you, To make sure it really was you at the game.

When she reached the window she didn’t hesitate to lean into the glass and look into the warmly lit room. Instead of an empty room like a few day before, there where lots of young children in tiny too-toos. The music was light and bouncing and the kids laughed and screamed as they pointed their toes and spun around. It was a moment before the instructor came into view and, just as jessie had thought, it was you. You stood at the front of the room in a skirt that matched the children’s, a glowing grin covered your face as you corrected the movements of a few stray kids.

Jessie couldn’t help but smile as she watched you dance around the group, movements just as fluid as before but playful, full of joy, childish.

She blinked and you disappeared, the class still dancing to the music inside.

“excuse me? can i help you” You asked, head sticking out the door into the frosty air. Jessie turned, startled, only to watch your face change into a similar look of surprise.

“I’m so sorry! I walk by here to get to my work and i usually stop to watch you dance! I didn’t want to interfere.” Jessie squeaked, feeling suddenly guilty.

“no no! don’t worry i just- I’m sorry I’m y/n.” You smiled and stepped onto the front step, your breath making clouds in the air.

“I’m jessie” she grinned and held out a hand for you to shake. You blushed and took it.

“Jessie…” you breathed. “well Jessie, I wish i could chat for a while but these kids might light something on fire if i’m gone too long!” You began to turn back inside when she touched your arm to stop you.

“i’m sorry this is so unusual but… Did you go to a football game last night by any chance?” Jessie questioned, wondering if there really was any way to ask this in a not creepy way.

“i did yes. My uh, My favourite player was playing” you grinned and turned back inside. Jessie stood there on the step for a minute after you closed the door. It was you she had seen in the crowd, and you had a favourite player… Jessie wasn’t sure why that made her stomach flip. She wanted to be your favourite player. The thought hit her like a tone of bricks. She barely knew you for christs sake! yet here she was, standing in the snow outside your studio thinking of every way she could make you like her.

***

The next match came faster than expected. It was a friendly up in toronto and the team was buzzing. Jessie had spent the past few travel days planning how she could impress you. Honestly this wasn’t her thing and maybe she was being crazy but that didn’t stop her. The day of the game was cold, the pitch was hard and the game itself even harder.

It was second half when the penalty was given to canada: the wall was set up and jessie (the designated kicker) was lining up the shot.

The crowd roared and she spared a glance at the stands. It was then that she spotted you, sitting right by the goal in a thick Canada jumper.

The whistle blew and jessie kicked. The ball sailed through the air, spinning and spinning. The crowd had already begun the rise when it slipped past the goalies fingers and slammed into the back of the net.

Jessie ran forward towards the crowd and lifted her hands above her head, arching up into her toes and lifting her head to the sky mimicking the movement of a ballet dancer. At the last second, before the team ran into her, she looked at you, making sure you had seen the celebration. Sure enough, you stood in your seat, grin plastered across your face giving jessie a thumbs up. It was pretty easy to say that was the best game all season.

***

The damn heating system had broken down. On the plus side, the kids classes had been canceled that morning because of the snow, on the down side: You now had an extra hour of empty studio time in the freezing Canada cold. You switched the music on, adjusted your jumper and started to dance. You had finally finished the number, ironed out the kinks and gotten past the tricky timing. The movement flowed easily and you let your muscles relax and you danced. You were so engrossed in the music that you didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps on the floorboards. Only after the dance ended did your intruder announce herself.

“sorry i didn’t know your coffee order so i just got hot chocolate” You wizzed around at the sound of her voice and saw her leaning against the mirror with to steaming cups and a sheepish smile.

“Jesus Jessie! you scared me!” You tried to look angry but couldn’t, instead breaking into a grin and grabbing a cup from her outstretched hand. The drink warmed up your hands and you took a moment to let the heat seep through your bones.

“you look so peaceful when you dance” Jessie all but whispered, looking down at her own cup.

“oh… Thank you. I use dance to… center myself i think.” You leant against the mirror next to her and watched her watch you for a moment. “Nice goal the other day by the way. Very impressive. The celebration was a nice touch even if your form was a little off”

Jessie blushed and rolled her eyes at herself, still in disbelief that she had done that.

“well, I needed something to get your attention didn’t i?” she muttered.

“you already had all my attention. I told you i was there to see my favourite player didn’t I?” You unzipped your number and turned around showing her the large “17” on your back. Jessie opened her mouth into a little ‘o’.

“oh! I’m your favourite?” She smiled with wide eyes. You just laughed and shook your head.

“of course you are!”

jessie grinned and ducked her head, embarrassed. Here she was making a fool out of herself for a pretty girl who already liked her.

When she looked up she found you watching her with warm eyes. You admired her for a moment: Even in the cold of the audio Jessie seemed to radiate a warmth, a cozy energy. Her cheeks were pink (from blush or cold you couldn’t tell) and her eyes sparkled in the warm light.

“I love hot chocolate by the way” you stated, holding up the cup.

“oh yeah? Lucky guess i suppose.” Jessie took a large gulp of her own drink leaving a fine line of chocolate froth of her top lip.

“oh wait you have- let me” Before you could think, you leant forward and wiped the foam from her top lip with your thump. Jessie let out a sharp breath making you pause, thumb still resting near her mouth. you looked at each-other for a long moment, your hand not moving, your eyes traveling from jessie’s eyes to her lips and back again.

The door opened with a bang causing you both to jump apart.

“Y/n!! we need to get the bloody heater working before tomorrow or i will freeze!” One of the other dancers yelled before noticing the awkward air in the room. “oh i’m sorry i didn’t know you had a… guest?”

Jessie coughed and stepped back. “no that’s ok I was just leaving” she turning and walked towards the door quickly.

“wait jessie-“

“see you later y/n” jessie gave you a wave and a lopsided smile before stepping outside and out of view.

***

You couldn’t make it to the next game because it was in another province but you watched on TV. Jessie was glowing the whole game: running like lightning, tackling the opposition seamlessly. When she made an epic assist you stood on your sofa and cheered. And when the ball hit the net and the whole Canada team copied Jessie’s celebration from the other night (arms up, toes pointed like a squad of muscly ballerinas) you couldn’t help but gasp and slap a hand over your mouth. She knew you would be watching, Of course she did.

Maybe it was this elation that possessed you to walk to the training center in the small hours of the morning on the day the team was set to arrive back. Maybe the thought of jessie smiling as she pretended to dance on the field was the thing that had you waiting for the bus to pull up and the doors to open. Whatever it was, there you were: the sun not yet risen, freezing in your ‘Fleming’ jersey in sub zero temperatures as jessie, looking tired and sore, got off the bus with her team.

You waited no time running towards her, pausing only a second so she could drop her bags and open her arms. When you hugged her, all of a sudden you felt like no music or dance in the world could explain your feelings.

“Jessie- I saw on TV! Did you ask them to do that with you? I saw-“

Jessie cut you off, placing a hand on your neck and finally putting her lips of yours. Her lips were cold and yours tasted like lip balm but you didn’t care. You pulled her closer and kissed her. Vaguely you could hear the team cheering but you paid it no mind, holding your girl close.

This was all you needed. She was all you needed.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #canwnt #woso x reader #woso

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jsluvtzu · 6 months

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im fangirling over all of your fics ngl.... could you maybe write something fluffy for chaeyoung? like reader meeting her for the first time in an art exhibition and then silly little sapphics falling in love

aesthete

son chaeyoung x fem!reader

summary: meeting you was just a coincidence. or was it fate?

cw: cute lesbians, men dni

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to get out, buttt here it is! sapphics crushing on each other and falling in loveeee

you always loved coming to the art museum down the street during your lunch break.

it was a slower day than usual that day, so your boss let you have an extra hour off.

the exhibits had new pieces put in every friday and you loved being able to be one of the first few people to see them.

it was a weekly thing for you — coming to the museum to admire the featured works from small upcoming artists.

you always failed to notice the one girl admiring you though.

she had her eyes on you like you were a new art piece, examining your features from afar.

your hands were stuffed into both pockets of your half zipped up hoodie as you strolled across the floor, taking in each detail of every frame in front of you.

she came here just as often as you did, using it as an excuse to catch glimpses of you.

the girl was anxious and fidgety compared to your somber and peaceful demeanor. her antsy energy collided with your tranquil one across the room as she worked up the courage to come up to you and start a conversation.

thoughts of a public rejection and humiliation clouded her mind and filled her ears with responses that haven’t even been uttered yet, but nonetheless, she had a little hope that it could go well.

her hands were clammy as she rubbed them together restlessly, the sound of her heart beating at the speed of light replacing the previous scenarios.

she felt her footsteps grow heavier with every step she took closer to you, approaching you like you were a radioactive substance.

you stopped in front of a piece that intrigued you — it was one the artist left for you to interpret in different ways, just how you liked it.

as you studied the meanings of the painting, you looked to your left and saw a pretty girl standing next to you.

she was shorter, her long hair covering some of her features, and her simple dress outfit with a black coat over it drawing a smile out of you.

the girl turned her head to you and froze seeing your smile, awkwardly smiling back and shying her face away.

you watched her slightly rock back and forth on her heels and glue her eyes to the wood floor below you, wondering what’s got her so worked up.

“i really love this piece. i love the way the artist has multiple things going on to make one big picture. what do you think?”, you blurted out to fill the silence.

the girl shot her head up and flipped her gaze between you and the piece on the wall which she couldn’t care less for right now, hurriedly looking for something she can relate with.

“y-yeah, i really like the.. the details.. and the way you can see a different like scene.. if you just look at it from a different perspective.”, the girl was visibly nervous, her tone further proving it.

“exactly! i think perspective is so important in art. it shapes your view of every work you come across and how it should be interpreted, you know?”

you were glad to have someone you could share your love in art with, even if she’s a little confusingly timid.

the girl cleared her throat and nodded her head excessively, “right yeah, i know, it’s a different meaning for everyone. for me i think the piece represents the beauty of falling in love and how it unfolds.”

you smiled and tilted your head curiously, her response being exactly the one you wanted to hear.

“wow, that’s actually crazy”, you said, laughing slightly.

“what is?”, the girl answered hesitantly.

“i see the piece the exact same way. the way it shows the first stages of falling in love with someone. like here’s the infatuation stage and the euphoria of it. that’s why this part is a little messy”, you slid one hand out of your pocket to point at the area you were talking about, “it represents the blurry feeling you get when you’re in that state.”

you turned to look at the girl and observed her reaction, stuffing your hand back into the pocket it was in.

she was already staring at you when you looked back, probably not even focused on anything you just said.

she smiled and silently agreed with you, nodding her head again and scanning her eyes over your face — almost like she was in some sort of infatuation stage.

“yeah.. i feel the same way.”, her doe eyes locked onto yours, entrancing you.

there was a pause in the air, both of you only focused on each other.

“i’m.. i’m y/n.”

you turned your body to fully face her, holding out your hand to shake hers.

she reached her own hand up to meet with yours, the both of you grasping each other in a firm handshake.

“i’m chaeyoung.”

your eyes didn’t leave hers yet, too scared they might disappear if you looked away.

“it’s nice to meet you, chaeyoung.”

chaeyoung’s hands were soft and warm, but not too warm and not too cold either.

she let her grip on your hand go, ending the handshake, but you wished it didn’t end there.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. would you maybe wanna.. grab a coffee with me? there’s a small cafe just down the street.”, chaeyoung almost regretted asking, mentally punching herself to prepare for your rejection.

“yeah! i would love to.”

she raised her eyebrows slightly in shock, shaking her head to refocus.

“okay.. okay! come on, i’ll lead us there.”, she said, motioning for you to follow her.

as you two walked down the street, you both engaged in light small talk, getting to know each other beyond your shared love for art.

“so.. do you come to the museum often?”

of course chaeyoung knew you came often. every friday at around 12 pm. she just didn’t wanna look like some complete freak who stalked you.

“yeah i do actually, i come during my lunch break since i work not too far from here. what about you?”

“i go sometimes to destress from work and whatnot, it’s a nice way to get my mind off of things i guess.”, she said, shrugging.

you hummed in response, slightly upset that she seemed to have a lot on her shoulders.

the two of you arrived at the entrance of the cafe, chaeyoung speeding up a bit to open the door for you.

you giggled at her kind gesture, thanking her and holding the door for her on your way in.

as you ordered your drink at the counter, she was just as attentive as the barista taking your order, silently telling herself to memorize it and bring it for you the next time you meet.

you two sat down at a table in a far corner, sipping your drinks and continuing your conversation beforehand.

when you got lost in explaining some work drama to chaeyoung, she pulled out a pen and started scribbling on a blank napkin.

after you finished your rambling and looked at chaeyoung, you saw her constantly looking up at you and back down to her napkin, her pen moving skillfully.

“okay, done! sorry, you just looked really pretty, i had to draw this moment before it went away.”

chaeyoung slid the napkin across the table and you finally got to see what she had been working on when you were going off about your dumb coworker.

it was a sketch of you, arm on the table with your chin resting on your palm. she managed to perfectly capture the way your hair was styled, the way your smile shined, even down to the rings you wore on your fingers.

“wow, chaeyoung this is amazing.. how did you even draw this so fast?”, you said, amazed at her skill as you examined the intricate details she put into it.

“it’s pretty easy when your muse is nice to look at.”

you couldn’t control your burning cheeks and forming smile at her flirty remarks anymore, tilting your head down to hide your face.

chaeyoung wasn’t lying either. she thought you were the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on, and she was glad she finally took her chance and talked to you.

hearing your passion about art was the cutest thing ever to her. your genuine love for it attracted her to you more than she could imagine.

she wanted to know everything about you.

more than just the way you perceived the world, more than your coffee order, more than what irritated you about incompetent people at work.

she wanted to know what made you feel most loved. what it would be like to come home to you.

“whatever.. my turn to draw you now.”, you said, still giggling like an idiot.

you reached over to grab her pen off the table and took the napkin from under your cup to scribble your own sketch of her.

chaeyoung watched you patiently and noticed the way you hid your “drawing” with your free hand, slightly furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“aaand done! do you like it?”

you slid your napkin over to chaeyoung and observed her as she looked over the piece of paper.

the fact is, you didn’t draw anything special at all.

your idea of a sketch of chaeyoung was writing your phone number down and drawing hearts and smiley faces everywhere.

chaeyoung broke out into laughter at your antics, rubbing her thumb over the material.

“i do, i really like it.”

you reached into your pocket to check the time on your phone, realizing you had about 10 minutes to walk back to work.

slightly saddened, you put your phone away and held your face in both of your hands on the table this time, beaming at chaeyoung.

“well i have to get back to work, but make sure you interpret that drawing reeeally carefully, it’s an important one.”, you said, scooting your chair back to stand up and grabbing your drink.

“oh i will, don’t worry. i’ll be sure to consider every single detail.”, chaeyoung said as she watched you grab your things.

you laughed at her playing along, “i’ll see you next friday then?”

chaeyoung smiled and dropped her hands to her lap, still holding onto your art piece.

“next friday it is.”

you nodded and smiled at chaeyoung one last time, walking towards the door and looking back to mouth a “call me” and gesture a phone with your pinky and pointer fingers.

chaeyoung chuckled and watched as you headed back to your regular life.

when you completely disappeared from view out the window, chaeyoung drew her eyes back to the napkin in her lap, inspecting it again and scoffing to herself with a big smile on her face.

moments of your hour together flashed through her mind, making her blush as she pulled out her phone and went to her messages.

she typed your number in, making sure she didn’t miss a single digit.

chaeyoung was twiddling her thumbs over her screen, figuring out the perfect thing to text you.

she tapped the sides of her phone while she attempted to think of something, slowly growing frustrated with herself.

and the best thing she came up with?

hiii it’s chaeyoung :p

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice fluff #kpop x reader #kpop gg #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung fluff #son chaeyoung

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ddproductionsw77 · 2 years

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Friday I’m In Love

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: (Major) Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak (Minor) Maggie Tozier, Wentworth Tozier, and Sonia Kaspbrak, (Mentioned) a couple of the other Losers

Rating: T (M if language and violence offends you but nothing sexual)

Description: Richie and Eddie have a pretty shit week (Reddie songfic to “Friday, I’m in Love” by The Cure) (Aged-up to high school)

Author’s Note: This is the REVISED version of Friday, I’m In love. Lyrics from The Cure’s “Friday, I’m in Love”

|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|I don't care if Monday's blue

Richie had always hated Mondays. They only meant another week of school he’d have to find some way to survive through. A Junior in high school at the age of 17, he was desperate to get through his last couple of years of required education and do… well, something more interesting than Algebra II, that was for fucking sure.

Waking up that Monday, the fall of 1992, Richie clambered out of bed in a bit of a blur. Searching for his glasses, he finally found them and shoved them onto his face, tripping around his bedroom. He’d hit snooze on the alarm clock one too many times again and was running a tad late.

In his hurry and because he still hadn’t fully grown into his gangly limbs, Richie tripped over one of his bright red Chuck Taylors and groaned from the floor after he when sprawling.

“Dammit, Richard! Keep it down! I’m trying to sleep!” He heard his mother scream from down the hallway.

Rolling his eyes, he sat up and rubbed the place where his shoulder had collided with his dresser on the way down. Unable to keep his notorious mouth shut, he called back, “Sorry, Mother Dearest! Silly me, I fell and almost killed myself! Inconsiderate, I know!”

There was a pause and then his father’s voice, “Richard, stop being a fucking idiot and get ready for school!”

Nodding to himself and running a hand down his face, Richie forced himself to his feet, muttering, “Yeah, stop being a fucking idiot, Richard.”

He made his way quickly to the dresser he’d nearly killed himself on a second ago and scrambled to find some articles of clean clothing. He really should do more laundry… Fuck all knows, Maggie Tozier couldn’t be bothered with making sure her kid had anything decent to wear.

Richie pulled on a white t-shirt featuring The Cure and some black ripped jeans, tugging on his old, favorite matching hoodie, zipping up the hole-ridden thing. He smiled a little, just imagine what his best friend would say when he saw him adorning the same hoodie once again.

A disaster, That’s what Eds had called it last time he’d seen it on Richie. You’re wearing a fucking disaster, Richie.

A grin still on his lips, Richie quickly made his way downstairs only to meet his father in the kitchen where he’d intended to quickly make some toast for the road. He tried to spin on his heel to avoid the man but was immediately called back.

Sighing, he turned around, “What can I do for you, Daddy-o?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” Wentworth barked, making Richie flinch involuntarily and immediately flush in embarrassment for doing so. “I need you to actually be home tonight. Be responsible for once, you know? Your mother’s sick—“

Richie snorted and was smacked hard in the ear by his glaring father.

“Sorry.” The boy mumbled half-heartedly.

Wentworth continued, “Your mother’s sick and someone needs to look after her.”

Yeah, someone needs to…just not you, right, Dad?

Richie forced his eyes to stay on his father and not roll back in his head. His ear still stung from being hit a second ago, he wasn’t jonesing for a repeat.

“So, you get your dumbass back here the second that goddamn bell rings. You understand, Richie?”

Richie nodded, a beat later feeling his father’s hand collide with the side of his face once again.

“I said, you understand, dumbass?”

Gritting his teeth, Richie growled out, “I understand.”

Yeah, Richie hated Mondays.

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Eddie sighed and looked worriedly at his wristwatch before glancing at the classroom door once again. It was halfway through the third period on Tuesday and the seat beside him was still empty.

After his best friend had canceled his plans to meet the rest of the Losers at the Aladdin movie theater and then traded his shift at the arcade with one of his co-workers, Eddie had been left understandably confused. Richie was a sucker for classic movies and he loved his job, which was pretty shocking coming from the boy who hated basically any kind of physical labor.

Well, he had started off confused, now he was just plain worried.

Richie hated school, everyone knew that, but he didn’t actually skip too often. It always got back to his parents and Eddie knew Richie’s father wasn’t too forgiving about such offenses. So, no way Richie was skipping. And he’d seemed fine just the day before… Eddie practically had a built-in radar for knowing when someone was getting sick and Richie hadn’t been. He wasn’t missing because of illness.

Eddie was running out of ideas as to why on earth Richie wasn’t sitting next to him in boring ass Chemistry, cracking stupid jokes about how they must be electrons and protons because they were so attracted to each other. Eddie always rolled his eyes at those stupid jokes, never admitting how they really made his heart race, but now he found himself longing to just hear the Trashmouth’s infuriating voice.

Who was he even kidding? Richie’s voice wasn’t infuriating… It was probably one of Eddie’s favorite sounds in the whole world. And he missed it. He missed Richie.

Sighing again, Eddie glanced at the classroom door once more before returning to his notes.

After school Wednesday, when Richie had missed school once again, Eddie drove slowly, almost hesitantly, to the Tozier household. He pulled up to the curb and drummed his fingers against his squeaky-clean steering wheel and looked at the house with apprehension.

Eddie hated going to the Tozier’s.

He hated how sweet, kind, and normal Maggie and Wentworth always acted while he was around, when he’d seen for himself all the damaged the couple could do. He’d seen the frequent bruises, the occasional tears, and the more common than anything else fists slamming against walls and doors.

How dare they look Eddie in eye and pretend they were decent, even good, parents? How dare they when Eddie was the one Richie most often turned to whenever his parents told him to ‘fuck off for a bit’?

Biting his lip, Eddie forced himself out of the car and approached the faded blue front door, paint crumbling away from years of being overlooked. Raising his fist and internally scolding himself for his throat attempting to close, Eddie knocked on the door.

You don’t need your inhaler. You fucking know you don’t need your inhaler. You haven’t for years. Stop being a fucking baby, Kaspbrak. He chanted over and over in his head as he looked down at his white Keds and waited.

Shifting from foot to foot, he glanced around, noted the cars parked in the driveway and knocked again.

After a beat, the door was thrown open and revealed a rough looking Maggie Tozier. Richie looked shockingly unlike her; where she was straight blonde, her son was messy and jet black, as her eyes reflected dull, pale blue irises, her son’s were warm and brown and Eddie’s favorite color probably ever.

Most of all, though, she looked hungover.

She leaned against the frame of the front door and squinted into the bright light of the late afternoon, taking a moment to focus on Eddie’s face. “Ed- Eddie! Right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie muttered, eyebrows drawing together. She had known the boy since he was 5… Twelve fucking years ago. The alcohol must have still been screwing with her head. “I was just wondering if Richie was home? I was, um, just worried since I haven’t seen him at school.”

“Richie?” Maggie echoed, her expression blank for a second before she blinked and smiled, “Richard! Richie! My little boy…”

Your what? Eddie wanted to bark, clenching his fist.

He didn’t think a mother got to call her son that anymore once she’d also told him straight to his face that she wished he’d never been born and that she’d had a daughter instead.

Maggie licked her lips and glanced back into the house before looking back at Eddie, “He can’t play right now.”

“We’re 17,” Eddie noted before he could stop himself, eyebrows knitting together, “We don’t really ‘play’ together anymore, but that’s not the point. I just need — I wanted to see him…” He trailed off, cheeks flushing as he heard how his own words sounded.

Too clingy, too needy, too much more than friendly.

Maggie’s eyes narrowed for a moment and Eddie was absolutely sure she had heard it too. He wanted to pull the words back in, rephrase himself, not risk his stupid slip-up causing more trouble for Richie.

When Richie’s mother spoke next, her tone was cold, “He can’t come to the door.”

And then she slammed that pale blue door in Eddie’s face, not giving him time to try and articulate himself again.

Eddie’s stomach twisted painfully and he felt sick as his chest began to ache. It wasn’t the ache of his panic attacks that he’d thought for so long were asthma; no, it was something else entirely. An ache like a wound, like a punch to his lungs.

No, not his lungs… maybe to his heart? An ache like someone had gripped it and was squeezing too tightly.

Numbly, with the world around him appearing only in varying shades of grey, Eddie Kaspbrak walked back to his car and begrudgingly drove away, feeling a little like he was leaving a part of himself behind in the Tozier household.

Thursday I don't care about you

Richie slammed his locker shut so hard on Thursday morning, several heads in the hallway whirled around to give him perplexed looks. His knuckles turned white as he clutched his economics textbook in one hand and balled a fist in his hoodie pocket in the other. Yup, back in the disaster of a hoodie and he couldn’t give a fuck.

Hearing familiar footfalls approaching him hurriedly from behind, Richie squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that Eddie and his spotless Keds would just go away.

Richie couldn’t do it today. Not that Thursday.

He wasn’t so lucky, though, as a small hand grabbed at his arm. He could feel the familiar cold fingers of poor circulation through the holes in the sleeves of the black hoodie, his gray Queen t-shirt doing him no favors to prevent the physical contact.

Richie considered jerking his arm away and walking on, but this was Eddie, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

So, instead, he stopped, waiting for the smaller boy to round on him.

“What the hell, Richie? Where have you—“ Eddie stopped dead, taking in Richie’s appearance in full. He paled and Richie bit down hard on his lip, sighing as he looked off to the side. “Wh-what happened to you?”

Eddie, without thinking, reached up and traced his fingers gently over the bruised skin under Richie’s right eye, down to the split lip on the opposite side. Even though the other boy barely touched him, Richie still cringed away and took a step back while forcing a lazy, bored smile.

“Nothing, Eds. Don’t have a fucking panic attack.” It was a low blow and Richie knew it but he really hadn’t wanted to deal with Eddie in the first place so…

“Nothing?” Eddie barked, incredulously, for once ignoring the nickname that had rolled off Richie’s tongue without a second thought.

Richie shrugged and nodded, only pissing his best friend off more.

“You missing school for days, being unable to even come to the door to talk to me yesterday, and now showing up with a black eye and split lip?! And that’s just nothing?!”

Richie scowled at the linoleum floor before leveling his gaze with Eddie’s, eyes still cold. “Yeah, I fucking guess so.”

“You guess so?!” Eddie howled, turning more heads in the hallway. Richie looked around and shuffled in place for a moment, for once being the one to wish for silence. “Richie, tell me what happened? Was it—“ He cut himself off but his look said it all.

Was it your Dad?

Richie groaned, looking toward the ceiling in exasperation. He just wanted the conversation to be over. He didn’t want to fucking talk about it. He never wanted to talk about it and Eddie was always pushing, picking, asking for more than Richie ever wanted to give.

And maybe any other day, any other Thursday, Richie would have given his best friend what he wanted. But not that fucking Thursday.

Harshly, Richie pushed past the smaller boy, knocking him a bit to the side. “Stop being a fucking drama queen, Eddie. I have class.”

The Trashmouth could feel Eddie’s eyes on him all the way until he rounded to corner but he didn’t look back. He didn’t have to to know what he’d see; Eddie looking confused, angry, and hurt. He didn’t want to see that… and not that he really cared, but he did have class.

Richie told himself that he cared even less about Eddie’s nagging and micromanaging and nitpicking. In fact, he even didn’t care about Eddie Kaspbrak’s opinion. If he did and he did so too much, he knew it would just end in him getting smacked around some more.

He could still hear his mother’s disgusted tone from last night, could hear the echo of his father’s taunts as the man laid into him once again, even more aggressive and angry than ever before.

It started as soon as his Mom had closed to door in Eddie’s face...

Maggie turned on her heel, glaring when she found her son watching the interaction from the kitchen doorway. She narrowed her eyes at him.

Raising her voice in a squeaky attempt to mock Eddie, she said, “‘I just need to see him!’,” She dropped back into her usual harsh tone, “You know your little friend’s a fairy, right?”

Richie did actually. Eddie’d been out to the Losers’ since they were Freshman, still, he didn’t appreciate his mother’s cruel moniker for his best friend. His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes, “So what if he is?”

“So what?“ Maggie shook her head, crossing the hallway until she was right in Richie’s personal space with a look of utter revulsion. “So what, Richard? So, you shouldn’t be keeping company with the likes of him. You might catch it.”

“Catch it?” Richie echoed, looking at his mother like she’d grown a second head. “You can’t fucking catch queer, Mom. If Eddie is then he was fucking born that way. It’s not a damn disease, just how some people are.”

“You sayin’ it’s how you are?” His mother hissed, glaring at him suspiciously.

Richie shifted under her gaze and knew full well that was the wrong thing to do. He wasn’t gay, he knew he wasn’t. He just happened to like boys about as much as he liked girls… Bisexual was what Bev had told him was the new, modern term for it.

But Maggie Tozier would never understand that. She wouldn’t even try because she didn’t care enough about him to see things from his side. She hadn’t in a long time.

Richie knew he had to say something, heart pounding his ears and clenched fists sweating, “No.”

“You sure? Because you seem awfully protective of your little fairy friend.” Maggie asked, eyes still narrowed.

“Because he’s my fucking best friend, Mom. You know that.” He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “I’ve known him since I was still eating sand on the playground.”

Maggie stared at him for a long time and even though Richie was now much taller than his mother, he still felt like a scolded child under her withering gaze. He wondered if he’d ever get over that or if it was some instinct in him he’d never be able to kick just because she was the one who’d popped him out into the world.

“Wentworth!”

Richie’s heart dropped and he silently squeezed his eyes shut, cursing his mother. After a moment, he heard heavy footsteps thundering down the steps. If his heart had been pounding before, it now felt like it might beat right out of his chest.

“Goddammit, Maggie, what!? I have a job to do, you know? One I need if you’re going to keep drink us out of house and home!”

Richie opened his eyes as his father stepped into the kitchen, looking between his son and wife with a red, livid face. Well, that was just great, Daddy Dearest was already in a sour mood.

Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and kept her scrutiny focused solely on her boy, “Sonia’s boy came by, asking for this dumbass. You know, Went, the fairy? He was practically falling over himself, saying he just needed to see Richard, like he was in love with him or something.”

She spat the last bit like it was poison on her tongue and Richie’s face burned.

Eddie wasn’t in love with anyone, let alone Richie Tozier. He was just a decent human being, a good guy, and a great friend. Something Maggie obviously couldn’t fucking comprehend.

Still, she ranted on, her words growing more and more disgusting in Richie’s ears with every syllable, “And you know what I think, Went? I think Richard here might be just as queer as that little sicko.”

He hated her. Fuck the fact that she was his mother, that she’d given him life or fucking whatever. He hated her more than anything in the world in that moment.

Little sicko? Eddie wasn’t sick. He was wonderful. He was the best of humanity and he didn’t deserve judgment from scum the likes of Maggie Tozier.

Before his trashmouth could even voice any of these thoughts, his father was inches from his face, breathing down at him like an angry bull. Richie was ashamed of how his gut still twisted in fear. He was so tired of being afraid in his own fucking house, of his own fucking father.

Wentworth grounded out three short words, “That true, Richard?”

Some spark of either courage or idiocy ignited to life in Richie’s chest and without thinking, he shrugged and said, “Maybe it is.”

His ear rang as his father’s fist came up to clobber him there. Wentworth grabbed the collar of his son’s t-shirt, pulling him roughly forward so that the boy nearly tripped over his awkwardly long legs.

Richie swallowed, staring his father back down.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said,” Richie answered slowly as if trying to explain something to a struggling toddler, “Maybe it is, as in maybe I am just as queer as Eddie.” He emphasized the name, sending his mother a look over his father’s shoulder.

She just glared back.

He looked back at his shaking father with a rebellious smirk on his lips, “Maybe I am gay.”

In the next moment, a fist connected hard with his smirking lips and he tasted blood. It might have been a busted tooth or just a busted lip, no way of knowing in that instant. Richie barely managed to cover his mouth and yelp in pain before his father hit him again, harder, in the eye.

He stumbled back, tripping over the legs of a kitchen table chair and falling back on to his ass. Looking up at his father with nothing but contempt, even as his eye swelled, he spat blood on to his mother’s favorite tile flooring and grinned. Blood coated his teeth, making him look manic and a little crazy but he didn’t care.

He was so fucking tired of being afraid. It felt good to not care for once.

It was short-lived, as all good things in life seemed to be. Except maybe Eddie Kaspbrak; he seemed pretty long term in the scheme of Richie’s existence.

Wentworth stepped forward in a flash and kicked Richie hard in the side, enough force to knock all the air from the boy’s lungs. Tears stung Richie’s eyes as he coughed and instinctually tried to crawl back, but it was no use. His father’s foot connected again and again and one more time with his ribcage before the man seemed to think he’d learned his lesson.

Leaving their son on the kitchen floor, Maggie and Wentworth went back to whatever the fuck they’d been doing previously as if nothing had happened. As if Maggie hadn’t hurtled insult after insult and Went hadn’t nearly broken his own child’s ribs.

Richie deserved it, after all, didn’t he? For being sick, for being a freak, a fairy. For actually giving a damn about another boy; a wonderful, god-sent boy who was one of the few people that made Richie feel like he even mattered at all.

Yeah, he deserved a good smacking around for that.

He was so fucking done with getting smacked around.

It's Friday, I'm in love

Eddie was stubborn. It was a trait so firmly built into his personality that at this point in his life, he’d stopped trying to deny it. He was stubborn, he just was and nothing was going to change that.

Not even Richie goddamn Tozier being a complete asshole to him.

Honestly, Richie was kind of always an asshole, but this was different.

Normally, the Trashmouth took things too far almost accidentally because he simply didn’t have a filter and when called out by his friends, he was as close to apologetic as he would ever be. He even actually said sorry out loud now and then these days, since they were a little older and just slightly more mature.

Normally, Richie didn’t actively try to be an asshole, he just was. Insanely, it was almost endearing to Eddie, something he found himself actually liking Richie even more, not inspire of, but because of.

Though, if Eddie was being completely honest with himself, he knew full well that all of Richie’s flaws and quirks were at the core of why he liked him so much to begin with. Maybe even more than liked him…

Definitely more than liked him, fuck him.

Friday rolled around and Eddie was more relieved to reach the end of the week than ever before.

Which was ironic since he actually liked school… well, maybe not school but he did like to learn and be educated. It sometimes felt like the only thing he just simply excelled at. He sucked at sports, having no hand-eye coordination, he couldn’t run worth a shit, still prone to panic attacks that showed up as fake asthma, but at least he could get top marks in all his classes, dammit.

But this week had been shit and he was definitely ready for it to be over.

Friday night, Eddie sat alone in his room while he tried to get a leg up on studying for his upcoming Pre-Calculus test in a week and a half. Africa by Toto played throughout the bedroom, probably too loud if his mother was asked but he didn’t really care. The music helped him concentrate, pushed through the muddled mess that was his over-analytical brain to get to the root of things.

He was humming along absentmindedly, nodding his head to the beat, when a tiny plink pulled him out of his mathematic stupor. Looking up from his notes, Eddie glanced around for the source of the noise. Seeing nothing, he reluctantly returned to his work.

Thunk.

Again, that noise, only harsher and louder this time. Eddie stood up, now sure it was coming from his window. Eyebrows knitting together, he slowly crossed his room, waiting for—

Thud.

This time, Eddie saw the rock hit the glass pane and jumped a bit. Goddammit, what dumbass was throwing fucking boulders at his window? It was going to bust if anything heavier got thrown at it.

The second he asked himself that question, he already knew the answer.

Quickly, Eddie rushed over and slid the damn thing open, sticking his head out in the chilly twilight air. Just as he’d known there would be, a disaster of a boy stood near the foundation of his house right underneath his window.

“Hey Eds,” Richie called up, a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mind a little chit-chat?”

“Not like this, dipshit,” Eddie called back. He saw Richie’s shoulders slump and quickly added, “But if you get your ass up here, I wouldn’t mind.”

Richie looked back up, moving his neck so quickly Eddie couldn’t help but think about how the idiot had probably just given himself whiplash. He was smiling again and this time it actually made Eddie’s chest burn in that weirdly pleasant way that he both feared and craved.

As Richie began to climb up Sonia’s old trellis that never had flowers on it anymore, Eddie moved back into his room and looked around. Everything was in its place, as always, and Madonna’s Borderline had replaced the Toto. It would have to do since he didn’t exactly have time to change anything up.

He whirled around when he heard Richie clambering in through the window and bit down hard on his lip so as to not laugh when the other boy’s oversized foot caught on the sill, sending him sprawling across Eddie’s bedroom floor.

Giggling lightly, Eddie went to help pull Richie up only to let him fall back to the floor upon hearing his mother’s voice calling from down the hall.

“Eddie Bear? What was that thud? Are you okay?”

The boys stared at each other, wide-eyed, as Eddie pressed a finger to his lips and prayed that for once Richie Tozier could keep his fucking trap closed. Calling back, Eddie knew he sounded a little obvious, “I’m fine, Mommy!”

He cringed as Richie slapped a hand over his own mouth to muffle his laughter. Eddie flipped him off before continuing, “D-dropped a textbook, that’s all. Absolutely nothing else going on in here! I swear!”

Richie gave him a look that clearly said And I’m the one who can’t shut up?

Eddie ignored him and waited for his mother’s response.

“Okay, if you’re sure. You know I’m just in my room if you need me.” Sonia emphasized and Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Yeah, Mom, I know!”

There was the shuffle of footsteps and the creaking of Sonia Kaspbrak’s bedroom door before both boys let out sighs of relief.

Richie finally jumped up to his feet and reach out to pinch Eddie’s cheek, “You’re so damn cute when you try to lie, Eds.”

“Don’t call me that,” He mumbled, before shoving Richie’s hand away. Crossing his arms over his chest, he turned to his best friend as the other boy took a seat on his pristine bed. Raising his eyebrows, he said, “So, you wanted to talk?”

“Chit-chat,” Richie corrected, pointing into nothingness. Eddie rolled his eyes at the completely unnecessary clarification before raising his eyebrows at his friend, gesturing for him to get on with it.

Richie sighed and patted at the thighs of his jeans. Eddie noted he was bouncing one of his legs like he always did when he had too much pent up energy in his veins… so pretty much all the time. Richie never stopped moving, it was just another one of his many quirks.

“I—I’m sor—“ Richie’s voice cracked a little and he cringed, clearing his throat, “I’m such an asshole, aren’t I, Eds?”

Eddie shrugged, leaning back against his bookcase and taking in all of Richie. “I’m pretty used to it.”

Richie nodded, beginning to pick the sleeves of that god awful dark hoodie he always fucking wore.

Eddie groaned and moved forward to swat at his hands, “Stop! That thing’s enough of a disaster without you picking at the holes and making everything worse.”

The music changed again, temporarily drawing both of the boy’s attention. Richie quirked an eyebrow, “The Cure? Thought you hated rock?”

Eddie shrugged, “Some of the shit you play isn’t the worse…”

“Just not quite Cyndi Lauper, though, right?”

“Shut up, Tozier.”

Silence fell between them and after a few minutes of just listening to Friday, I’m in Love, Eddie sighed in annoyance, “Well, are you gonna talk, Trashmouth or—“

“You literally just told me to shut up!”

“When have you ever done what I told you to do?! So, spit it out or go home. I don’t really care either way since you’ve been a grade A dick to me lately…”

Richie groaned, “Yeah, I know I have. I just—“

He stopped and Eddie waited again. After another few seconds passed in silence before the hypochondriac threw his hands up, “Yup, you need to go. This is so fucking dumb. Just go home—“

“I can’t, okay?” Richie snapped, taking Eddie by surprise. A second later he repeated himself, voice quieter, “I can’t.”

Everything easily clicked into place in Eddie’s brain. Of course, Richie couldn’t go home, he thought while looking at the lingering bruise under his friend’s warm brown eye. If he went home, a black eye would probably seem like light punishment.

“Okay,” Was all Eddie said, slowly making his way back across the room to sit beside Richie on the bed.

Swallowing, he moved close enough for their shoulders to brush. An unspoken reminder that he was right there whenever Richie was ready for… whatever he needed to be ready for.

Finally, after much more fiddling on Richie’s part and much more patience on Eddie’s, the former spoke up, “You’re pretty fucking smart, you know that, Eds?”

Eddie didn’t know exactly how to respond. Richie’s compliments always sounded like they were doubling as jokes but this time was different. There was a hesitance and uncertainty that even Eddie wasn’t familiar with from Richie Tozier.

Luckily Richie didn’t wait for the words he didn’t seem able to find, continuing on as he traced over his split lip, “You were right that it was him, my jackass of a father. He smacked me around a bit the other night.”

Eddie cringed and was thankful Richie wasn’t looking at him, as he knew how the boy hated anything that could be seen as pity. “Why would he do that?”

Richie looked off into the bedroom, looking over Eddie’s color-coded math notes still out on his desk, the boy’s out-of-date stereo set up that he wouldn’t upgrade no matter how many times Richie told him to, all the polos and oversized t-shirts hung up the closet nook. Being surrounded by all the Eddie made Richie finally begin to relax, the bouncing of his knee slowing just a little.

“He doesn’t seem to need a particular reason most days but…” The lanky teenage shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, “Probably because I said that I might be gay?”

“You wh-what?!” Eddie exclaimed, jumping up and whirling on his friend, “But you’re — you know — not!”

“Debatable,” Richie countered, lazily.

“No, it’s fucking not!” Eddie said, incredulously.

Richie raised his finger to point at Eddie, “I think I’m a little gay, Eds. I think everyone knows already that I’m a little gay. I mean, yeah, I like chicks but I’m definitely into dick too.”

“That makes you bisexual, asshole. Not gay. I’m—“ Eddie stopped, eyes flickering to his bedroom door as he lowered his voice, thoughts going to his mother just down the hall. “I’m gay.”

“I know you are,” Richie said, eyebrows drawing together as he became suddenly thoughtful. “And there’s nothing wrong with that, Eds.”

Eddie was taken aback, glancing away from his best friend and shifting awkwardly, “Yeah, I — uh — know that, Richie.”

“Well, not everyone does.” The boy scowled at the ground. “Like my stupid fucking parents. They said dumb shit, Eds, and I just—“

“Couldn’t shut the fuck up?” Eddie finished.

Richie looked up at him, smirking, “You know me too well, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie couldn’t even be bothered to scold him for the nickname, shrugging, “Comes with being friends twelve years, right?”

“Right,” Richie nodded, “Friends.”

There was something almost… bitter in Richie’s tone. No, maybe not bitter but certainly something else, something that felt important for Eddie to distinguish. His palms began to sweat and he swallowed, wiping them on his shorts.

He opened his mouth to try and say anything but nothing came.

Richie had already looked away, anyway…

“My mom called you a fairy, a sicko too, and it just—“ He huffed, forming a fist and biting his shaking knuckle. “I hated her so much right then because you’re not, Eddie! You’re not sick, you’re just you.”

“Really, Richie, your Mom calling me names isn’t worth you getting your ass handed to you by your Dad. I know I’m not sick. Maybe I didn’t always but I do now and you shouldn’t have…” Eddie trailed off, gesturing to his best friend’s battered face.

“The hell I shouldn’t have!” Richie jumped to his feet. “What else could I do? Let her talk about you like that? Like you were dirt? Like something is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know!” Eddie snapped, “Yeah, maybe, you should have just let her, Richie. Then you wouldn’t be hurt! I hate it when you’re—“

He slammed his mouth shut along with his eyes, counting to ten in his head.

Only Richie could get him this angry, this mixed up and scattered. Make him so flustered and worried that he almost said too much, said the words he wouldn’t be able to pull back. And then what would he do?

“Getting yourself hurt for me is fucking dumb.” Eddie finished, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, well, my Dad pretty clearly told me just how fucking dumb I am while he was beating the shit out of me, so…” Richie glowered. His eyes flickered to Eddie’s window. “Maybe I should just—“

“Don’t even think about it, Tozier. You wanted to talk — sorry, chit-chat — so you’re not leaving until we fucking chit chat, asshole.” Eddie snapped, stepping forward to shove a finger into Richie’s chest, “You didn’t climb through my window to complain about your shitty parents and you didn’t come to tell me you’re bi or whatever, so stop bitching and just say what you came to say!”

“I don’t know what that is!” Richie argued, his voice strained. “Okay? I don’t know! All I know is that I didn’t fucking want to go back to them and you,” He paused, faltered, and then pressed on, “You’re the first person I thought about going to.”

Eddie’s arms dropped to his sides as he looked up at Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier, the boy who was never serious, who was never ever genuine, and still felt his breath catch in his throat. Not in a bad way like his panic attacks or asthma either but in a completely different way.

It made his lungs burn and for the first time, Eddie welcomed the feeling.

“You’re always the first person I think about, Eds,” Richie muttered, looking off the side and shaking his head, “It’s really fucking annoying, actually. I can barely pay attention to shit half the time anyway and then there’s always you just fucking up my focus even more. I fucking hate it, Eds.”

“D-don’t call me that, you know I hate it.”

The flustered words slipped out before Eddie could stop them and he instantly hated himself for them. Here, Richie was saying about the closest he’d ever say to what Eddie really wanted to hear and Eddie was complaining about a stupid goddamn nickname, again?

“I don’t think you do,” Richie said after a minute, looking back into Eddie’s dark eyes. “Just like I don’t actually hate thinking about you all the time, like how I don’t really hate it at all.”

Eddie said nothing for a long time before slowly nodding, “Maybe.”

Then he licked his lips and forced out the words he knew he owed Richie at this point. “I think about you all the time, too, just so you know. Worry about you, too. Way more than I probably should, considering you’re an asshole who spends most of his time practically begging for trouble. And I hate it, too, only I don’t really either.”

Richie stared at him and Eddie thought it was probably the longest time he’d seen the boy go without moving. Shuffling, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut again and finally uttered the words he knew he probably should have said a long time ago.

“I… like you, Richie.” He breathed out, like if he said it too loud everything in his world would crumble and fall apart.

It was quiet for so long that Eddie was forced to peek his eyes open, only to find Richie staring at him just like before. His heart sank and he felt like falling through the floor, through the Earth, and just disappearing for the rest of his goddamn life.

“You know what? Just— just forget it. I didn’t mean—“

Suddenly split lips were crashing against his and awkward, gangly limps were pulling him closer and it couldn’t have felt more right because nothing in all of Eddie’s life could even attempt to compare to this.

Instinctually, his own arms came up to snake around Richie’s neck to make their ridiculous height difference a bit less imposing. Maybe Richie felt the same way, maybe he didn’t but if this moment in time was all Eddie ever got of all the things he’d never dared to want, he thought maybe he’d be okay with that. He thought maybe he could live through that.

As quickly as the kiss had begun, it was over.

However, Richie didn’t move away. He remained exactly as close to Eddie as he’d been for the short-lived lip lock, his eyes still sealed shut. His breath was warm and smelled like dime store mints and nicotine, which was exactly what he had tasted like. It was surprisingly pleasant in Eddie’s opinion.

Eddie swallowed hard, only then realizing just how out of breath he was. Sounding a bit strangled, he began to panic once again, “It—it’s okay, you know if you don’t feel the same way. If this was just whatever this was then that’s okay.”

Richie’s finally opened his eyes and gave Eddie an incredulous look, “You fucking kidding me, Eds? You’re supposed to be the smart one! You think I’d make a move as fucking bold as kissing you if I didn’t fucking like you, too?!”

Eddie shrugged, face turning pink, “I don’t know! Everything’s a joke to you, so I thought maybe—“

“You’re not a joke to me,” Richie argued firmly. “You’re not.”

Numbly, the other boy nodded, “Yeah, I know that now. I’m sorry, I just never thought you could ever like me the way I like you.”

“Honestly, Eds?” Richie muttered, biting his lip like he was nervous. A nervous Richie Tozier became Eddie’s new favorite thing in that moment. “I think I more than like you, you know what I’m saying?”

Eddie nodded again, “Yeah, I think I more than like you, too.”

Richie smiled as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he nodded enthusiastically. “Well, that’s fucking great! Now, we can like make-out, like, all the time!”

“Oh my god,” Eddie muttered, shoving the other boy away, “Why do I even like you?”

“More than like me, Eds. You more than like—!”

This time it was Richie who was silenced with a kiss.

He definitely didn’t hate it.

It’s Friday, I’m in love

#reddie #the losers of ‘89 were here #the losers club #losers club #it (2017)#it: chapter two #revised #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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strawbszz · 2 years

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i just made up a little fluff fanfic-

the 2 main characters names are Frank Smith (not frank iero- this has nothing to do with mcr i just made this up in my head) and Gia Jones. 2 lovers who met in Boston in school in 10th grade. (also if it has some misspelling i’m dyslexic so it will have some problems-) (ALSO THE TIMELINE IS 2001-2005 so characters will use flip phones, and iPods not iPhones and that stuff) (also i did fail english so thats why sometimes it may not make sense-)

Genre: Romance/fluff (fluff definition if you dont know: Fluff is often used in fandom to characterize any pleasant, feel-good work. It is sometimes described as the opposite of angst. Fluff may lack plot; however, unlike a PWP the focus is not sex, but displays of affection between two or more characters, whether their relationship is romantic or not.)

word count: 3,282

Chapter count: 3

Frank was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. doing nothing. his phone goes off. he grabs his phone to see that Gia texted him. he sits up and checks the text.

“hey Frank! good morning. what you up to?” “nothing. just laying down trying to wake up.”

Frank is half awake, extremely tired from staying up all night.

“i stayed up all night watching a movie.” “of course you did you night owl. what were you watching??” “i was just rewatching the IT movie because i got bored.” “i never knew you were such a horror movie fan??” “yeah i especially like the IT movies, they are scary but funny at the same time!” “i have to go now, i got work! bye Frankie!!” “lol bye G.”

Frank gets up and goes downstairs to make some coffee. he sees his roommate Toby chilling on the couch watching tv.

“hey mornin’ Frank! glad to see you’re awake!” Toby chuckles. “well good morning to you too, Toby.” Frank sighs. Frank sits next to Toby with a steaming cup of coffee.

“what we watching today, Toby..?” “just some football.” “ah..” Frank says unamused.

Frank spills some coffee on his shirt “crap- DANG IT I WANTED TO WEAR THIS SHIRT!!” Toby laughs “SHUSH TOBY!!!”

Frank goes up to his room and changes his shirt to a reddish blueish black stripe sweater. “really- some coffee got on my jeans..” he says unamused. Frank grabs some jeans with a basic black belt.

Frank thinks to himself while staring at himself in the mirror “i wonder how Gia is doing..??”

he grabs his flip phone. you hear the rattling from his charm that Gia got him around a year and a half ago. he starts to text her.

“hey Gia! you still at work?” “hey Frank! no i’m on my lunch break! what are you doing?”

“i’m just chilling in my room i had to change my outfit because i spilt coffee on it..” “haha of course you did. i remember you did that in class back in 11th grade!” don’t remind me of that Gia.”

“your silly. oh! my lunch break is over! i have to go! bye Frankie!!!” “bye Gia!”

i love Gia so much. she makes my day so much better when i get to chat with her. i do miss her.

i kinda don’t remember how she looks now. she told me a week ago that she dyed her hair black! i also dyed my hair black with red tips!

someone knocks on Franks door. “who is it?” “its just me, hey do you want to get some lunch?? i know you’ve been feeling down but we should go down to that coffee shop and get some food there!”

“eh.. i’m not feeling that hungry..” “you sure?? you haven’t eaten any food today, you only drank half of your coffee.”

“i just need to lay down for like 5 minutes.” “okay! Well meet me downstairs when you’re ready!” “okay..”

he just lays there scrambling in thoughts.

“what if Gia does not love me anymore.. what if she does not want to see me anymore.. maybe thats why she moved away from Boston to Jersey! wait no no.. am i a bad friend...?”

a knock comes from Frank’s door. “Frank!! come on! its been 10 minutes!! we need to go eat!!!!” Frank sighs “fine, we can go now.” “sweet!”

Frank grabs his black dirty converse and puts them on. he grabs his dark green zip up hoodie and goes downstairs.

“hey, Toby you probably will need a jacket or hoodie it’s pretty cold outside.” “oh, right.. thanks Frank!”

Frank and Toby walk outside, Frank looks at the orangey yellowish red leaves falling from the trees. Stepping on the gravel has a nice sound to Frankie. Frank’s favorite seasons is fall and winter, he hates hot weather because it makes him sweaty and gross feeling and he does not have cool clothes for hot weathers.

They get in the car and drive to the coffee shop. “ooh!! i can smell the coffee from here Toby!!!” Frank says in a excited voice. “okay okay.. calm down Frank.” Toby laughs.

“Hi! what can i get you two??” “hi ma’am, i’ll get a BLT and a diet coke.” “okay! and what would you like sir?” “psst!! Frank- the lady asked you what you want!!” Toby whispers to Frank. “i-uhm.. i- i’ll get a croissant and a coffee!” “okay! your drinks will be on the way!” “thanks!”

Toby smiles at the nice lady. “Frank!! what was that?!” Toby Whispers to Frank. “sorry Toby, i didn’t hear her, i was listening to music on my iPod.” “well next time we order you HAVE to have your headphones out.” “fine fine..”

“when do you get to see Gia??” “i-uhm.. i don’t know yet..” “oh.. okay”

“heres your drinks and food! be careful sir this coffee is hot!” she smiles. “thanks ma’am!” they eat there food and drink there drinks.

time has passed and Frank got a text from Gia. Frank smiles in excitement.

“hey Frankie! guess what!” “what?” “i’m moving back to Boston!!” “REALLY?!” “yeah!! maybe we can meet somewhere for dinner to hangout?” “yeah!! i’ll text you where we should go! when are you moving down here??” “Tomorrow!” “oh nice!! i’ll see you then!! bye!” “bye Frankie!!”

Toby snaps his fingers at Frank. “hello! earth to Frankie!!!” “shit man- you scared me! i was just texting Gia!!” “of course you were. what were you chatting about??” Toby Smiles. “she’s moving back down to Boston tomorrow!!” “oh! sweet! i haven’t met her yet!” “yeah she’s really nice! i haven’t seen her in 2 years!! she said she dyed her hair black!” “oh cool, and i guess she hasn’t see your new hair??”

“yeah! uhm.. what time is it??” “10:36pm.” “well, i should get some sleep.” “yeah, same. goodnight Frank!” “night.”

Frank walks upstairs to his room. he opens his closet and changes into his pajamas. he grabs a dvd of harry potter and puts it in the dvd player and turns on the tv. Frank gets in his bed and presses play on the remote.

“o..kay.. time to watch some harry potter!” 1 hour and a half later Frank’s phone rings. its Gia!! he grabs his phone and clicks answer.

“h-hello??” “hey! Frankie! i just moved in and some of my furniture hasn’t came it yet- can i stay over at your house??” “u-uhhm sure.. sorry you just woke my up..” “sorry i woke you up” Gia giggles. “its okay my address is-” “okay! thanks I will be there in 20 minutes!!” “okay bye..!” “bye Frankie!!”

Frankie gets out of his bed in excitement and goes downstairs to the little door in the stairs and grabs a deflated air mattress and air pump. he goes upstairs and Toby opens his door to see Frank going to his room.

“h-huh..? w-what are you doing Frank..??” Toby says half awake. “Gia just moved in and she needed some where to sleep because her furniture has not came in yet!” “oh- uhh.. okay.. i’m going back to bed.. night Frank.” “goodnight!”

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CHAPTER 2!!!! yes i am doing chapters! i thought this was gonna be a one shot but i’m doing chapters! idk how many yet but this is chapter 2!!

Gia’s pov: she opens the door to her house “woah! it’s spacious in here!!” she sets her luggage down and turns on the lights. “right.. the moving truck is coming in 2 days..”

she grabs her flip phone and calls Frank. “h-hello??” “hey! Frankie! i just moved in and some of my furniture hasn’t came it yet- can i stay over at your house??” “u-uhhm sure.. sorry you just woke my up..” “sorry i woke you up” Gia giggles. “its okay my address is-” “okay! thanks I will be there in 20 minutes!!” “okay bye..!” “bye Frankie!!”

she gets in her car and drives to Frank’s house and gets out of her car.

she walks up to his house and rings the door bell. Frank answers in excitement “Hi Gia!!!” Frankie has a big smile. “hey Frank!!!” they share a hug. Gia can feel that Frank is jittery from 2 cups of coffee that day. “aw! i missed you!” “same here!!!” she looks at Frank’s black hair with red tips. “ooh!! you dyed your hair!!” “same with you!! i love yours!” “thanks!!” “you’re still short like i remember!” she giggles. “and you’re still tall.. maybe a little bit taller by an inch..” (there height difference is Gia’s 5′7 and Frank’s 5′5 btw) “well come in Gia!” Gia walks in and sees the living room. “ooh! nice house!” Frank grabs her by the hand and runs upstairs to his room. “let me show you were your gonna be staying!!” “i-uhh- okay!!” Gia’s caught off guard. “well it is my room because my roommate Toby is next door in that other room but theres your air mattress!!” “nice!” Gia looks around. “yeah.. i got dvds for movies, cds for music, books. and yeah!” “oh sweet! well i really tired..” “okay, want an extra blanket?” “oh sure!” “okay well goodnight!” Frank smiles. “night Frankie”

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Frank’s pov: i wake up to see Gia laying there. So peaceful. So pretty. I just want to kiss her right now. RIGHT! time to get up! Frank hops out of bed trying not to step on Gia and walks downstairs and brews some coffee for him and Gia. Toby walks downstairs to see Frank making some coffee.

“uhh.. morning Frank.” Frank gets spooked a little bit. “JEEZ TOBY!! DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!!” Toby giggles. “sorry- hey uh- who’s that girl sleeping in you’re room on an air mattress..?” “oh! thats Gia! sorry that i could not introduce her to you- she came here at like 2am-” “ah, okay.”

Gia comes downstairs wearing not many clothes only like a loose t shirt, and nike shorts. Her makeup was smudged. She looked so cute.

“h-hey! morning G!” Frank smiles and goes over to her and hugs her. “h-hello to you too clingy..” Gia giggles and hugs Frank back. “you doing okay, G?” “y-yeah..! I smell coffee!” Gia smirks at Frank. Frank sighs. “kay, i’ll get you a cup of coffee.” Frank grabs a mug and fills it with some hot coffee. “here you are m’lady.” Frank giggles while handing her the mug of coffee. “thanks you dork” Gia smirks at Frank. Frank grabs himself a mug and fills it with coffee and sits next to Gia.

“so.. what do you wanna do today??” Frank puts his arm slightly around Gia. “hmm.. lets go get lunch later! you pick the place!” “okay!” Frank takes his arm away from her shoulder. he puts his hands in his lap and sits there in silence. “you okay, Frankie..? Got something on your mind..?” “u-uhmm..i know that we haven’t seen each other and i just wanted to ask if its okay if i can..kiss you..?” “i-uhhm.. sure! i-i mean its okay you can if you want. i don’t mind!” “u-uhhmm... okay..!” they both share a soft kiss. “y-you’re really pretty..” “shh.. dork” Gia smiles at frank wrapping her arm around his shoulder and cuddling him. “you’re warm..” Gia smiles as a response. “i love you Frankie..! you’re so sweet.” Gia kisses Frank on the head.

they just chill on the couch with their half cold coffees and watching boring tv.

Toby sighs. “i’m going to work you two. i’ll be back at 7:30pm.” “kay.. bye!”

Frank fell asleep on Gia. Gia grabs from her pocket her iPod and puts her headphones in and turns on some music. Gia checks the time on her flip phone. its 11:23pm.

Gia rubs Frank’s shoulder. “hey.. wake up sleepy head..” Frank wakes up. he looks very soft and cute. “h-huh.. hey..” “we should get going to lunch! i’ll let you wake up while i get dressed. you need to get dressed too.” “right..! hold on.. it will take me a minute to get up..” “okay! i’ll be upstairs!” “kay..!”

Gia runs upstairs to get ready. Frank sits there for a while to wake up and rubs his eyes and gets up. he walks upstairs. he sees Gia in the bathroom with the door open putting on makeup.

Frank goes behind Gia and raps his arms around her waist to hug her.

“hey my little Cuddle Bug.” Gia smiles and puts her hand on his hands. “i love you...!” “love you too Love Muffin.” Frank has always loved Gia’s little nicknames she gives him. it makes Frank feel safe and happy. “kay.. i gotta get in some real clothes!” “okay!” Gia giggles.

Frank walks to his room and grabs some baggy cargo pants, a shirt with flowers, and a black hoodie. he grabs his hight-top converse and puts them on.

Gia walks into the doorway. “hey! how do i look?” Gia is wearing black skinny jeans, a nirvana shirt, and a dark green zip-up with black high-top converse. “you look good! ready to go??” “mhm.” “kay! lets go!” Frank smiles.

they go outside to the car and get in and drive to the restaurant. they arrive to the local coffee shop.

“ooh! this place looks nice!” Gia smiles. “yeah! me and Toby go here sometimes.”

they go inside and sit down.

“so hows your day Love..?” Gia grabs his hands to hold hands on the table. “u-uhhmm..” Frank is very flustered right now. “i-it’s good..!” “thats good!” Gia smiles at Frank. Frank is beat red right now. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Gia rubs his hand with her thumb. “i love you Frankie..” “i love you too..!”

Gia takes her hands away from his when she sees the waitress coming their way.

“hello! what can i get you two??” “uh.. i’ll get a grilled cheese with a coke..!” “okay! and what can i get you ma’am??” “i’ll get the BLT, with a water.” “okay! your food and drinks will be here soon!”

Frank and Gia put there feet on each other and just sit there in silence for a second. “wanna go cuddle when we go home Love??” “mhm..!”

they get there food and drinks and eat and then they pay. they are walking to the car while holding hands.

“you’re my favorite person.” “really...?” Frank sounded kinda surprised. “mhm!”

they drive home and go upstairs to go lay down. Gia sits on the bed and lays down. them Frank lays on her and they cuddle for a while.

Frank falls asleep. Gia gets up and puts the covers over Frank’s small thin body.

she walks downstairs and grabs a soda and walks upstairs to lay back down.

she sees Frank laying there sobbing a little bit.

“baby! are you okay??” Gia grabs Frank and cuddles him on the floor. Frank just lays there sobbing a lot now and can’t even get a word out. “baby.. please tell me what happened!..” Frank can’t really get a word out but mumbles “m-my..”

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(Chapter 3)

“m-my dad called me a-and said.. m-my mom is.. dead..” Gia hugs him tightly and tears up a little. “oh my god.. baby.. i’m so sorry..!” “i-it’s not you’re fault, G..” they cuddle there for a sec. “here.. let me go make you some tea, baby..” “mhm..”

Frank sits there in disbelief that his mother is gone now.. he gets up to go to the bathroom and wipes his tears up with a tissue. Gia comes upstairs with some hot tea and sits it on Frank’s nightstand. she goes to hug Frankie from behind.

“i made your tea, Love.” “thank you Gia..” Gia kisses his shoulder and goes to sit down on his bed. Frank goes and grabs his tea and sips it.

“mmm..! it’s good..!” Gia smiles at Frank.

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(month: may)

they both go visit Frank’s mother’s grave with flowers in hand. Frank just stares at his mother’s grave for a moment holding back the tears and sits the flowers in front of his mother’s grave and walks over to Gia and they go to the car.

they just drive home in silence.

Frank grabs Gia’s iPod from her grove box and turns on some music that you can hear from the headphones. Gia hears the faint sound from the iPod of some nirvana. Gia puts her hand on Frank’s leg and rubs it for a sec before Frank looks at her.

“what do you want?” Frank sound Irritated at Gia. “nothing! just loving on you.”

Frank moves his leg and Gia’s hand falls to the seat. Frank holding back the tears and pressing himself against the car door not wanting to talk with Gia at the moment.

“d-did i do something wrong..?” Gia sounds worried. Frank just stays silent for the rest of the drive home.

they get home and Frank gets out of the car immediately and slams the car door shut and stomps into the house while slamming doors.

Toby looks worried. “y-you okay Frank?-” Frank cuts off Toby. “NOT NOW TOBY!” he yells. Frank stomps upstairs and slams the door. he lays in bed sobbing hard.

Gia walks in the house with a concerned look on her face. “i-is Frank okay, G..?” “i don’t know right now.. i think he’s made at me..” “oh..” Toby mumbles.

Gia goes upstairs and knocks on the door. “Frank? you okay..??” she tries to open the door but it’s locked. “Frank please open the door..” Gia tears up and gets really worried about Frank.

she starts knocking really hard on the door. “FRANK! OPEN THIS DOOR!!!” she hears Frank sobbing on the other side of the door. “p-please don’t h-hurt me..”

Gia unlocks the door and busts in to see Frank bawling on the floor. “Frankie!” Gia grabs Frank and hugs his tightly. “did i do something wrong..?” “i-i don’t know..” “I’m sorry if I did..” “mm..” Frank snuggles up to Gia and lays there for a bit while they listen to some music.

Frank is really tired from that crazy day and is still shaking like a child that had coffee for the first time.

“Here.. let’s go to bed Hun..” “mhm..” Gia lays Frank in bed and she gets in bed with him and they fall asleep.

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Frank wakes up to Gia half way on him being a big spoon. Frank can’t really get up and get coffee or grab his iPod.

“Gia.. can you get off my me..” “mmhhhmm..”

Gia won’t budge. She’s half awake. She has her arm draped over Frank and her leg over his where he is pinned down to the bed.

“Gia.. please get off..” “mmmhhhhmn..” “I need to make coffee babe..” “fineee..”

She gets off of Frank and lays on her back sweating from all the blankets.

Frank puts on some sweat pants so Toby does not see him in his underwear, and walks downstairs.

“Morning Frank.” “Hey Toby.”

Frank is brewing some coffee for him and Gia.

“How’s you and your girl? She gonna live here now or something?” “I.. don’t know yet..” “well if she does she gotta pay rent too.” “I’ll make sure if she does live here.. hey and.. remember to keep it down next time..” “I- uhh- okay.. sorry.”

Frank was embarrassed from what Toby said to him.

Frank grabs 2 mugs and fills them up and brings them upstairs.

“Hey.. I made us coffee if you wanna wake up and not lay there.” “Mmhhhmh.. okay..”

Gia turns over to grab her coffee cup and sits up. She takes a sip from her coffee.

“Mmm.. thanks..” “and uh.. Toby said to keep you it down next time..”

Frank’s face is red from embarrassment.

“O-oh.. uh okay..” “yeah..”

They sit there in silence for a minute.

“Hey.. I’m sorry if that was embarrassing or anything like that!” “No no, your fine!!” “Okay..”

“Hey! Wanna go on a picnic by that lake?” “Sure! I’d love too Frank!” “Okay!”

They get up and grab clothes and go in separate rooms (bathroom and bedroom) and get dressed.

They go downstairs together.

“Hey Toby! We are gonna be gone for a while!” “Kay bye you two!”

They walk to the coffee shop and order to-go sandwiches and go to the lake.

“Okay! We are here!” “Ooo! It looks pretty here!!” “Yep! Here, let’s eat our sandwiches!”

They sit down on the slightly damp grass and eat there sandwiches.

“I love you, Frank!” “Love you too, Gia.”

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OMGG YESS IM FINISHED WITH IT YAY!! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :D

#fluff #cute #love story #fanfic #fanficion #main character #nice #IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MCR #DONT SAY IT LIKE MCR LMAOO #fluffy #TW death #tw depression #fanfics #my fanfics

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blaize-hewwo · 2 years

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Night out with the Bakusquad

Mina wanting to take Photos so they all gather around. Mina in her tight pink crop top a jumper over the top in denim shorts. Sero in his tight black muscle shirt hands in his sweats pocket. Kami in a cropped hoodie and leggings. Kiri in his tight shirt and dark jeans. Katsuki in a black crop top and shorts Kirishima's zip up jumper around his arms.

Mina in the middle Sero next to Kami who is stood by Mina Kiri on the other side Katsuki against his side. Kirishima's arm around his waist on his arm stroking gently. They smile and the flash goes off. Kiri pulls Bakugou close as they walk around town.

Kiris hand never leaving Katsuki's back pocket making him smile softly. They have some fun and laugh and joke getting back to Katsuki's apartment at 2am they all fall onto his couch. Mina gets her boyfriend to pick her up and Sero takes Kami home.

Kiri laying on the couch his boyfriend sat in his lap there tounges working together hands all over legs tangled. Heavy breathing ad they stumble to the bedroom falling into bed whiny breathes and begging. Kiri pulls away and says "We can't Kat" he faceplants the pillow and screams.

He rubs his back "Kat come on" "Whatever I'm gonna go sleep in the spare room until you come up with an actual reason we can't" he grabs his pyjamas and walks out. Kiri laughs softly hearing the scream. He walks into the bedroom to him rubbing head first into his chest "Did you forget the spider lives in that room"

He nods gently "You go stay in there" "Yea no come to bed angel'' they go to bed Kat looking away from him. He holds his waist pulling him back against him kissing down his neck "I don't want to gave sex with you because I don't want to" "Why is it something I did" "No I'm just not ready"

Kat rolls over "Now I feel bad for trying to get you to sleep with me" "Don't I should have spoken to you I just don't want to yet I'm scared of hurting you or scaring you and no matter what you say it takes me overcoming that until we can"

Kat kisses him gently and they snuggle together.

The next day

Kiri wakes up stretching out slightly and going to grab Katsuki only to grab the bed. He opens his eyes and groans at the sun light. He gets up walking around the house only to hear humming in the kitchen. Kat was stood in his hoodie and shorts making breakfast.

He wraps his arms around him and he says "Hey" "Hey darling" "Sleep well" "M but you weren't there when I woke up so it ruined my good mood" "Don't be so silly waking up to me isn't that important" "To me it is your my sunshine baby I love seeing you when I wake up"

He blushes gently kissing him plating up the food "Scrambled eggs on toast with my maple bacon" "M thank you I love you bacon" "That's why I made it" "Your such an angel" "M I don't everyone else would think that" "Yea cause your my angel only for me"

Hands trail his hips and thighs soft touches finger tips trailing. Kisses down his neck and across his shoulders "Ei what are you" "Sh baby I'm just showing you love yea" "M I like this love" "Good" Kat gives him breakfast and starts to clean the counter tops they gave really wide countertops so he bends over his legs dangling slightly off the floor to clean it.

He sighs and Ejirou stands up holding his arse gently as he washes his dishes a little squeak leaving his lips. "I love you so much" "I love you too Ei are you okay your acting weird this morning" "I don't know I was just thinking about last night"

"Don't think about it if you don't want it I will support you fully until you want to" "But I do want to that's the problem everytime you press to close to me or kiss me I think about it but I'm so scared of hurting you that I can't make myself act on it"

Katsuki wraps his arms around his neck "Why don't you let me have control then just for the first couple times and we are where it goes from there" "Sure baby but we are going to see your parents later so maybe after that"

"Ugh Ei" "Katsuki" he pouts softly kissing him "Katsuki Kirishima" he mutters "Yea I like that" Kiri smirks "yea you want a ring on your finger" "or your hand on my neck" Kiri sits him on the counter holding his neck tight with one hand he grips into his wrist and kisses him moaning softly hands digging into his hair.

After that they get on the subway to go to his parents house Katsuki pushed up against the window Eijirou's fore arm pressed against the window above his head the other hand in his back pocket of his jeans. Kat kisses him gently and smiles "I love you" "Love you too what do you want for dinner tonight" "I don't know take out"

"Sounds good" they are pushed around slightly at the next stop and then more and more people get off. There was 2 seats free but Eijirou makes Kat sit letting a lady sit beside him standing next to Kat who lays on his hip. He rests his hand on his head. The next stop they get off and walk hand in hand to his parents house.

That night they were eating take out talking about how they were gonna go about this. Kiri kisses him gently over the table "Your so pretty I'm sorry I couldn't help it" "I love you" after they clean up it's starts with small kisses slowly starting to get heated stumbling to the bedroom.

Whiny begs and tounge filled kisses and moans. It leads to clothes being thrown in the normally meticulous room hands everywhere whiny moans and heavy breathing. To Katsuki grinding in his lap kissing him deeply tounges working against each other in a desperate attempt to win dominance in this situation.

Katsuki loses letting Kiri working him as he pleases it takes a few minutes but he's soon moaning against his lips bouncing down on him. "Ei" "Yea baby" "I love you" "I love you too" hands trailing pinching kissing biting groping as they bounce and thrust desperate for the closeness they denied themselves for so long.

Spilling all over themselves and cuddling up in bed panting Kiri kissing his head and whispering "I'm definitely not going back now" "I want you to hurt me so we're all good" Katsuki smirks

#writing #bnha writing #bnha bakugou #bnha #bnha kirishima #bnha sero #bnha jirou #bnha mina #bnha denki #kiribaku #bakushima

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kitcheninaman · 3 months

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what do the ocs look like?

OKAYOKAYOKAY

Lucas: white. medium built, 5 foot 7. shitty brunette mullet that's kinda grown out but still short. round glasses that he cleans obsessively. i think he has green eyes but i could be wrong??? he wears a lot of zip up hoodies and he's sort of got that deer in headlights look.

Lin: white. kinda skinny, 5 foot 5. he has dyed silver/grey hair, middle parting, its fairly short but messy. blue eyes. he wears denim jackets and band tshirts because he's a loser. very tired 24/7 but somehow very energetic.

Noah: white. lanky, 5 foot 9. shortish blond hair that's really badly cut, it's trying to be a mullet but it's not fantastically done. grey eyes. he's REALLY pale and a little bit gaunt. wears weird obnoxious neon coloured tshirts. he appears to be constantly confused, like he doesn't know whats going on.

Odin: white. medium build, 5 foot 11. short black hair that's characteristically greasy and slicked back. he has really shit facial hair that's barely visible and looks terrible, a tiny dirstache and some stray hairs on his chin + cheeks. green eyes. he wears a leather jacket + a white tshirt or a band tshirt. he looks CONSTANTLY angry he has resting pissed face

Madison: white. medium build. 5 foot 7??? might be taller tbh. long and straight brown hair, just past her shoulderblades. she usually has it down but will tie it up for horse riding. blue eyes. she wears silly graphic shirts and fun sweaters. her brow is furrowed like 100% of the time bc she's thinking so many thoughts.

those r the main 5 !! not all my ocs are white i promise but tbf it's representative of the area they live in (cumbria). i think theyre all pretty cool :) odins design is my fave bc he's suchhh a loser.... if u wanna know some of the other characters designs just ask !!! i love ur questions they make me so happy :^)

#oc posting #i also probably have picrews somewhere but #lucasworld #lucas dixon #noah campbell #lin mcaster #odin lester #madison harpham

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shiftytracts · 6 months

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because of this text post i've been wondering what my own ideal kink video(s) would be like. i'd love to see one where someone just like. went about normal tasks with an increasingly bloated and ornery stomach

like imagine it starts first thing in the morning with them (i'm picturing a woman so let's just say "her" from now on i guess?) coming into their bathroom, clearly having just woken up (maybe we hear an alarm from off-screen; even if not, it's clear from her messy hair and, if her face is visible, from her half-closed eyes), wearing an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts pulled comically fardown. the shirt doesn't completely hide the shape of a round gut on an otherwise average frame. she brushes her teeth while lazily rubbing her belly. this disarranges the shirt, and that catches her eye: after she spits out the toothpaste she lifts up her shirt intentionally, to see in the mirror just how bloated she is. she looks displeased, puzzled maybe, and continues rubbing the back of one hand past her navel back and forth, the way you'd rub an itchy eye.

then we see her drinking coffee, wet-haired, in a bathrobe. she's sprawled in the corner of a sofa, having had consciously to make room for all this gut. the robe is knotted once, but very loosely and low down--not square-knotted. it looks like she halfway untied it when she sat down. her other hand is on her stomach from the start, lazily scritching. after a swallow of coffee we hear a long gurgle, and a "hm" of acknowledgment. her hand tightens reflexively on her stomach, then deliberately loosens and strokes gently up and down.

third, we see a pair of clothes folded on a desk, apparently set out the night before. her hand picks up and unfolds the trousers, not caring how this disarranges the shirt set on top of them. only her hand/forearm is in the frame, but we can tell from how she pauses that she's inspecting the clasp. we then cut to her wearing the trousers, looking in a mirror. she has a bra and underwear on, but no shirt; the bathrobe sits crumpled (out of focus) behind her. she sucks in her gut and manages to clasp and zip the trousers, doing a little dance of effort. stands still for a second or two, looking in the mirror, one hand pressed to her lower belly on one side. it looks very uncomfortable, and also pretty silly. she undoes the trousers and sort of groan-sighs, sounding more intimidated than happy. she takes a slow, deep breath through her nose (no voice), one hand over her navel. pats it slightly, noiselessly.

next we see her from behind, staring with her into her (slightly out-of-focus) closet or wardrobe. the bathrobe is back on, but open; she's got underwear and a bra on, but still no shirt or pants. apparently she's spent so long puzzling over what to wear that she got cold and had to put the robe back on. we hear her burp into her closed mouth, and see her arm rise reflexively to cover it.

finally we see her back in her bathroom. she has on a loose, summery dress--clearly not right for the season, since she's got a hoodie on over it that doesn't go with it at all. without seeing her face, we can tell she's gotten up close and personal with the mirror to see while she puts on makeup. her belly hangs over the counter, and we see uncapped mascara. her breathing is slightly labored from the effort of leaning over and concentrating. her stomach gives a long, quiet rumble; we hear her burp into her closed mouth again. she grunts in mild irritation ("mmf"), and her hand, with the cap to an eyeliner bottle balanced between its fingers, claps to her stomach and lightly kneads it. she finishes the task, caps the eyeliner, steps back from the mirror to survey her work. she rearranges the fabric of her dress in vain attempt to hide her stomach. then massages her lower belly with both hands, fingers pointed toward the center, pushing it inward then pulling toward the sides in a vaguely ovular motion. her belly gurgles more wetly and elaborately.

we see her on the toilet, digging her hands into her belly in circles. but when she gets up to flush the toilet follows her hand, so we can see that this trip accomplished nothing.

next a brief shot of her in the kitchen, setting two slices of toast in the toaster and then grabbing, peeling, eating a bite of banana. her other hand stays on her gut whenever possible. cut to an equally brief shot at the breakfast table, where she eats toast with one hand while patting her belly with the other.

back to the toilet, but from a different angle this time. we see the top of her head, hunched shoulders, knees. doubled over clutching her stomach. lots of upset gurgling. no concrete evidence either way whether she got anything done in here this time.

in her car on the way to work we see her fumbling around with her seatbelt at a stoplight, trying to make it looser around her. (the hoodie from earlier has been replaced with a blazer, whose sharp angles also clash with the dress. there's no way she can button this thing.) it doesn't really work; she ends up with her hand on her belly as a sort of protective barrier.

supercut of every significant bump in the road: every thunk makes her burp. most of them are modest, but once or twice it catches her off guard and she belches loudly, then says "ooouugh" in disgust.

some shots at work. her round belly wobbling with every step as she walks briskly with papers in hand. drinking more coffee, mind clearly on her work but one hand nonchalantly rubbing her stomach--and then another shot of her clearly regretting that coffee: visibly more bloated, slouching in her chair, stomach rumbling nonstop. holding it with both hands. readjusting position slightly in the chair, making it creak. "mmf."

we see her come out of a bathroom stall and wash her hands at the sink. her stomach growls threateningly; she freezes, turns off the water, heads back into the stall with her hands still wet.

leaning against the break-room counter while the microwave hums. its droning blends in with that of her stomach. is her belly rounder than ever, or is it just more obvious from this angle? we can tell she's on her phone, but every few seconds a crackly or splashing or blowing sound comes from her gut and she rubs it for a moment. the microwave beeps and she pulls out a personal pizza still wrapped in cellophane.

sped-up footage of her eating it while rubbing her belly under the table. coworkers' legs go past occasionally. at one point when she's clearly alone in the room the footage slows to normal pace. she has a mostly-eaten pizza slice in one hand and is lightly pressing her belly over and over with the other, testing various places. burps, resumes, then burps again two or three gentle pushes later. it speeds up again, then resumes normal speed as she pushes back her chair, sets her hands on the table, slowly pulls herself up. for a second she stands leaning on the table, belly hanging, blowing and puffing with the effort. then stands up the rest of the way and stretches her arms above her head. burps again. this one catches her off guard: her belly jiggles when her hand claps to her mouth.

the walk back to her desk, one hand on her stomach through her jacket pocket. after she dumps the cellophane wrapper and paper plate in the trash, her free hand snakes into her other pocket and onto her stomach.

view from under her desk at work of her belly and legs, which are crossed at the ankle with one foot idly swinging. sounds of typing and of swallowed burps. the typing stops, then resumes but more slowly (pecking at keys) as one of her hands appears on her belly, fingers kneading at the side of her navel. the hand disappears; the typing sounds get faster again. one last, louder swallowed burp.

then, her feet and ankles visible under a toilet stall. angry rumbles and stifled sighs.

a shot of her closing the bathroom (not the stall) door behind her. a hand balances on the shelf of her gut, and the fabric around it is slightly dark from having been massaged with damp hands. but we can hear her humming, and the hand's fingers lightly drum on her stomach. it's definitely rounder now.

she enters her car after work, apparently with a plan this time to keep the seatbelt from digging into her gut. she pulls it out real far and tries to loop it under the belly--but lets go of the strap by accident and, when she tries to pull it out again, finds it won't let her pull it out far enough. it won't reach far enough to buckle at all. she wiggles around, sucks in her gut--no dice. cut to her outside the car, having buckled the seatbelt without her under it. she crouches on the floor, lies her head and upper back flat on the seat and tries to slither up under it. gets stuck with her belly straight up in the air. cut to her standing on top of the seat (back flat against the ceiling of the car, belly hanging down), trying to squeeze in that way. but she can't figure out how to get her knees through. finally she jumps out of the car--brief cut to her stumbling as she jumps to the ground. her stomach bounces; she crosses her arms over it and burps into her closed mouth, then clears her throat--and, standing outside it, unbuckles the seat belt. clambers back into the car with a supportive hand under her belly. flops into her seat, boneless, and pants. starts the car and drives home seatbelt-less.

cut to her fumbling with the keys in her apartment door as her stomach rumbles nonstop. when the door swings shut behind her we can hear her shoes clapping the floor as she runs to the bathroom.

next we see her walking slowly in the hallway. from the sounds of her footfalls we can tell she's ditched the shoes; in place of the dress (and bra) she has on a crop top and the same (unzipped) hoodie from this morning. she's folded her leggings waaay way down under her belly and is rubbing at the itchy red marks they left higher up with the back of her hand. her other hand fumbles in her purse, apparently pulling out of it anything she'll need at home as she walks back to the front of the house to hang it up.

under a blanket on her couch, watching tv on her computer, rubbing her stormy belly.

in the bathroom again, tho not productively. camera behind the toilet, so that it's in the foreground shadowy and out of focus. we watch her come in and shut the door behind her. she has one hand cupped under her belly (pinky finger hidden under the leggings' waistband), and once the other hand's through with the door she rubs it back and forth across the top of the gutshelf. it still sounds like frequent (though distant) thunder. she turns around, pulls down the leggings and sits on the can, tho her hoodie is long enough that we don't see anything tumblr would object to. her gut's swollen enough to peek visibly past the zipper of the open hoodie though, and to seem to sit on her thighs. she puts her elbows on her knees and (one assumes) her chin on her hands. after several seconds we see her tense, then release, sigh, sit up a little, and clutch her stomach. we hear a grunt of pain or effort. when the muscles release the grumbling returns, louder, in starts. she blows air between her pursed lips in defeat, boredom. we hear her fumbling with the toilet-paper dispenser, then zoom in on it to see her pulling off the very last sheet from the roll. then pan to her cupboards as we hear her stand up, pull her leggings up, flush the toilet. the cabinet opens; there's an empty cellophane wrapper with no rolls of TP left. (her calves come into frame, blocking some of the view, but leaving this obvious.) "hrrrggggh."

cut to her on her bedroom floor before the closet mirror, shoving her heel into a tied sneaker. to catch her breath she lies back, flat on the floor with her legs in front of her. we see the underside of an unclothed belly dome, then watch her hands struggle blindly to join the two sides of her hoodie's zipper. she zips it, pushes herself up onto her hands, and sticks them in the kangaroo pocket. can see them knead circles in her gut. she burps, then mutters what sounds like either "whoa" or "ugh."

cut to her standing before the same mirror, trying to rearrange the hoodie to obscure how awkwardly it fits around this unaccustomed gut. this apparently so dissatisfies her that instead she tries unzipping it and pulling up the leggings. "mmngh." she strokes across the waistband where it chafes. there's muffintop; she tries pulling them up higher, tighter, so that barely any skin shows between the end of her top and the top of the leggings. then puts her hands back in the kangaroo pockets. throughout her stomach quietly bubbles, pops, squawks.

cut to her in the toilet-paper aisle at the grocery store. her hands are now inside the waistband of her leggings, lightly patting her stomach. we hear her stifle several burps while poring over the TP selection. then cut to her in line, hugging the package against her tummy. from this angle (profile) we can see that the waistband has inched downward a great deal, and in fact looks slanted--higher up in the back than the front. then cut to her back at home, setting the package on her bathroom counter. she's pulled the waistband all the way back down now.

cut to her in her kitchen. we see her breaking spaghetti noodles and dropping them in a pot, then standing at the stove, stirring the pot with her far hand and kneading her lower belly with the near one. where we'd expect to hear water boiling we instead hear stomach gurgles.

we see her set a bowl of spaghetti on the dining-room table and sit down in front of it. she eats one bite, then pauses, bends over her stomach, clutching it with both hands as its rumbling crescendoes. then cut to her lying on the couch with the bowl on her chest. there's a blanket between the hot bowl and her skin. one hand twists spaghetti on the fork and lifts it to her mouth; the other trails up and down the huge dome of her belly. then, the same scene a few minutes later: the bowl discarded in a blurry corner in the foreground, the blanket slipped down so the top of her stomach is exposed, both hands massaging circles into her skin under that blanket. long gurgle. burp. "mmf." bigger burp. her phone vibrates and lights up; the camera refocuses on it. she turns around and sits up on the couch to read the text.

cut to her holding her phone to her ear while curled up on the other end of the couch, knees to her chest, other hand unseen trapped between knees and gut. cut to her lying flat on the couch, knees bent. we can hear indistinct chatter through the phone. she rubs lazy circles over her navel; her stomach makes ponderous popping noises. cut to her sat on the toilet, still on her phone, laughing at something the person on the other end has said while tracing gentle circles around her navel with the index finger of her other hand. cut to her back on the couch, lying on her side. we can't see her phone but can hear chatter coming through it, as before. she sniffs congestedly, but we can hear a smile in her voice as she says, "ok, i love you, bye," and hangs up. her thighs and the lower half of her belly are covered by blanket, but we can tell she's ditched the leggings because her knees are bare. she stretches her arm above her head, belches, then sighs contentedly.

cut to her shuffling down the hallway to her bedroom, arms crossed, hoodie covering her torso and the top few inches of her still-unclothed legs. cut to her standing at the side of her bed. we see her only in the reflection of her closet mirror. the overhead light's off but a table lamp shines pale light right into the mirror. we hear her burp and then yawn into her closed mouth. she pulls off the hoodie, sets it over a chair. kneels on one knee on the bed (other foot still stood on the floor), plugging in her phone and probably pulling out earrings or putting in a retainer or something. her stomach glorps. "mm." she pats it. burps. apparently notices her reflection and turns to face it more fully. "ohh my god," she says to herself. kneads the sides of her belly with the heels of her hands, apparently moved to pity it. burps again. "oh. mm." lifts her shirt to survey the damage. "pff. wow," she says, as though to a friend who's done something stupid. then clicks off the light, with one hand still up her shirt. all we can see at last are the red-lit numbers of her alarm clock, backwards in the mirror.

finally, cut to a shot of her on her side in bed the next morning, visible from shoulders down to around the knees. pale light comes in through the window behind her shoulder; the alarm clock reads 6:59. her stomach squelches audibly. the clock's numbers roll over to 7:00 and the alarm rings. her hand snakes out from under the covers and fumbles to turn it off. then she sets it on her belly over the blanket and groans.

#belly kink #a shifty tract

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Wrong Name // 7 (FINALE)

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: The hardest goodbyes are to the ones we love.

Warning: mentions of blood and death

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“You alright?” Lori stuck her head in my tent startling me a bit as I got ready for bed. It’s day two of the entire fallout between Shane and Rick; Shane completely isolating himself away from everyone.

“No…I don’t know.”

“You could’ve told me what he did out there ya know, I would’ve smacked him silly sooner if you had.”

“You didn’t have to do that Lori, he was just missing you and had too much to drink. Shane obviously isn’t seeing it that way.” She plopped herself down on the bed next to me, making herself comfortable.

“He’s reacting the same way Rick did when I told him about the affair so I completely understand. Have you tried talking to him?”

“No and if I’m being honest, I’m scared too. God, you should’ve seen the look in his eyes Lori, he was so angry.” Before that night I had never seen Shane’s temper get the best of him to that extent. He’s a firecracker at times but that night, he was a bomb and I’m terrified of even trying to go poking him to get him to talk to me because I don’t want to be the one setting him off.

“Y/N, in all the years that I’ve known Shane, he’s only had eyes for you. You’re his world and Rick did something none of us thought he would do and that has got to hurt him. Yeah I know, Shane and I did much worse and we both regret it but it’s different in a way.”

“I get that but those two need each other to survive.”

“They’ll put this behind them eventually so go, talk to him.” She pushed me until I was successfully off the bed and on my feet.

“Fine, where is he?”

“Lookout duty.” Nodding, I zipped up my hoodie and put my shoes on before leaving to find him. I walked past everyone huddled around the fire, heading straight for Dale’s RV. Shane’s eyes locked with mine as I got closer.

“Mind if I join you?” He shrugged and I took that as an okay to climb up to meet him. Shane laid the shotgun flat at his feet, clearing the seat for me but instead of sitting I walked up behind him and hesitantly put my hands on his shoulders.

“We need to talk.” He didn’t even spare me a glance or react to my hold on him as he continued to look out at the treeline.

“How long do you plan on keeping this up Shane? I need to know.”

“I can’t look at him.”

“You’ve done worse and he put it behind him.” Letting go of him I planted my butt on the chair and he finally turned to look at me.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, I forgave him for his mistake and moved on with my life.”

“Keeping it a secret is not moving on.”

“That’s cheap coming from you. Shane, I didn’t come up here to argue. He feels bad about the entire situation, he knows that he’s at fault and he’s sorry that he crossed the line.” He scoffed, reaching for his water bottle.

“He sent you up here to do his talking darlin’ or is this all you?”

“It’s like talking to a brick wall at this point. Please, just talk to him. The two of you fighting each other isn’t solving any of our goddamn problems.”

—

Shane’s POV

Ah shit

Still seated on top of the RV I watched as Y/N stormed off towards the rest of the group. She was right, I did way worse than what he did and they both forgave Lori and I for that but here I am finding it difficult to let it be water under the bridge.

That stubborn and big hearted woman I married forgave him for sticking his hand up her shirt immediately because he was drunk. I’m still very much ticked off that she didn’t do more than knock him out for it, a broken hand would have sufficed at least.

"You want me to take over so you could go after her?" Dale joined me, taking the seat Y/N occupied not long ago.

"She wants me to forgive him."

"You should, especially for the sake of your baby. Everyone here needs you two to survive, I don't know if you've noticed but without you and Rick we wouldn't have lasted this long." He sighed, realising that I wasn't going to give him the response he's looking for.

"Why'd you tell me?"

"I thought it was best that you knew, plus I wanted him to be on the other end of a fist since he likes using his." I chuckled at that vividly remembering the day he beat the shit out of me in front of everyone.

"Look Shane, I’m not saying that you should completely get over it but for everyone’s sake, move past it. Y/N’s okay, he didn’t hurt her. You’re pushing her away when you should be keeping her closer to you, especially since we don’t know how much longer we all have to survive.”

—

“I’m going on a supply run, see if there’s anything useful we can find. Who’s coming with me?”

“I’ll go with ya.” Rick and I are long overdue to talk and I’ll use this as an opportunity to do so. For a split second he looked over at Y/N and she walked off telling us both to play nice as she left us behind.

“Okay.”

We both got in the car and he started driving us further away from the property. We are at least ten minutes into the drive and during all ten of those minutes I tried to find a good way to start this conversation.

“Just say it Shane.”

“I’m still very much pissed off at what you did man and I know you’re still angry at me too but we can’t keep going like this. I’m not trying to make this right for us but for everyone back there especially our wives and kids.” Rick pulled up in front of a rundown minimart and killed the engine. We both got out of the vehicle and made our way to the building, killing the small group of walkers that came at us.

“You came after me like that in front of everyone that day knowing damn well what you did, I'll never forget that Grimes. I get that you were angry, you had every right to be but you could’ve done that so differently. That night I returned the favour, I told you to keep your distance from me. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble between us but you just had to get it off your chest.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have gone at you like that but I was seeing red that day and I deserved the beating you put on me man. I lied to you when you had asked me out at the barn and I had Y/N keep it from you. I’m sorry.”

“She chose to do that all on her own, you didn’t hold a gun to her head.” Now inside, Rick and I went on opposite sides of the store to work our way through the scant shelves. Water leaked from the ceiling forming a large puddle on the floor.

Smiling, I grabbed Y/N’s favourite box of chocolates, hopefully she’d forgive me for being such a prick over the past couple days. I threw it into the bag in my grasp and grabbed as many canned items I could carry, that should last us a while.

“Now that we have everything out in the open, can I ask you something Rick?”

“What’s that?”

“Did you ever think about it?” That thought has crossed my mind quite a couple times already and I want to know his answer. I slept with his wife, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to do the same when he found that out.

“Only once, it was right after the whole fight we had the first time. Man I was so pissed off at you and I said to myself, maybe Y/N and I should’ve done the same but that wouldn’t have solved anything.” There was a creaking sound from overhead and I looked up just in time to see the ceiling caving in, walkers falling on top of each other.

I was knocked off my feet from the debris that fell with them and it took me a couple seconds to regain function of my body.

“Shane!” I kicked one of them in the head and scrambled to reach for the bag with the food items.

“Forget it man, let’s go there’s too many of them!”

He called out from the end of the isle but I’m not leaving here without those items, we need them. I stabbed a couple of them as I inched closer and closer to the bag. Quite a few of them gripped onto my shirt and pants just as I wrapped my hand around the handle. I forced myself away from the majority of them but only a second too late.

“Ahhh!” I reached back and stabbed the walker that bit a chunk out of my shoulder. Rick rushed over and helped me get out of there, taking me straight to the car. I groaned from the pain that flooded my entire body. I need my wife, I need to see Y/N.

“Man, we need to get pressure on that.” He took off his shirt and tried his best to slow down the bleeding but there’s no use, I’m going to die regardless.

“I told you to leave it behind.”

“You guys need it. Rick just get me back to my wife, man.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out from this and I’d rather die seeing my wife’s face one last time.

—-

Y/N’s POV

The green Tuscon came speeding onto the Green’s property, alarming all of us that’s gathered outside. Rick was the first one out of the car and the first thing I noticed was the blood stain on his t-shirt and hands as he rounded the front of the car to get to Shane.

“Oh God, Shane!” Lori called out for me but I was already halfway over to them. He’s much paler than before, bleeding profusely from the bite on his right shoulder. I helped Rick take him up the stairs and we were about to take him inside but he stopped us.

“We have to get you inside.” He shook his head no and looked over at his friend who was trying so hard to keep it together.

“Do me a favour Grimes, look after my darlin’ for me.” He was living on borrowed time and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone with his wife who was trying her best not to scream from the pain she’s feeling.

“Always brother.” Rick pressed their foreheads together for the last time before helping Shane to sit on the steps. Y/N immediately sat behind him and held him closer to her, burying her face in his neck breathing in his scent.

“You can’t leave me, this wasn’t supposed to happen, not now.”

“Darlin’ look at me.” Shane shifted his body a bit so he could cup her face with his good arm.

“I’m sorry, for everything. I love you and I know that recently we haven’t been on good terms but I want you to know that even while we were mad at each other I didn’t love you any less.”

“Shane-”

“I got bit trying to save the last box of your favourite chocolates, I know how much you loved them and I was going to give it to you as an apology.” A weak chuckled slipped past my lips as I nuzzled closer into his touch.

“You got bitten saving a box of goldfingers chocolate.”

“You always loved those damned things more than me.” He started laughing but that soon turned into wheezing. The colour was draining from his face with each minute that went by, sweat coating his body from the infection running through his veins.

“Shane, thank you, for being everything and more for me. God, I’m gonna miss you so much.” He wiped away my fallen tears with his thumb with a small smile on his lips.

“I’ll always be with you darlin’.” His grunts filled my ear as he reached up and undid his chain and motioned for me to lean closer for him to secure it around my neck. My chest hurts so bad, I can’t say goodbye, I’m not ready.

“It looks better on you. Take care of our baby for me, tell him or her about me.”

“Of course.” He was struggling to keep his eyes open, the blood loss getting to him. Closing my eyes I kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose before finally clasping our lips together. I did my best to put all my emotions into our last kiss, hoping that he feels just how much I love him.

“You can stop fighting now Shane, I’ll be alright. I love you, so much.” With a fresh set of hot tears streaming down my face I combed my fingers through his dark hair, mustering up the best smile I could during the most painful event in my entire life.

He started leaning all his weight on me, his lips not losing his faint smile as he did so. I wrapped my arms around him again and gently rocked from side to side until he took his very last breath. Sniffling I buried my nose into the mass of hair on his head as I retrieved my blade.

“I love you.” I finally broke down as I drove the blade into the back of his skull. I threw the weapon far away from me, crying as I held onto his dead body tighter.

“Y/N…”

“Not yet Rick.”

I’m not ready to put the love of my life in the ground.

—-

“She’s doing great Michonne, her dad would be proud.” Rick’s lady and I were off to the side watching Judith practice using her katana.

Today makes it ten years since I lost Shane and watching as the little girl did her training for the day only made me miss him even more. He would’ve loved to have been here to witness her grow into the incredible little lady she is. Rick and I raised her as our own ever since we lost Lori at the prison but now it’s down to me since he blew himself up on the bridge.

“Mom! Mom! How’d I do?” Judith ran over to me with the biggest smile on her face and for a split second all I saw was Shane. She definitely took after him.

“You did amazing.” She gave me high five and we said goodbye to Michonne as we left to go home.

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Of course sweetie.”

“What was my real dad like?” I stopped in my tracks to look at her better; I never brought up Shane before and neither did Rick. He said it was best that we didn’t so I’m not sure how she found out.

“Judy, how did-”

“I heard aunt Carol talking to aunt Michonne.”

“I see, well, he was a sheriff just like Rick. He was kind and sweet, you actually have his smile.” She grinned up at me as we continued walking home.

“He would’ve loved to be here with you, to see how amazing you are with your katana. You’re fiery, just like him; determined as hell too.” We made it to the steps of our home in Alexandria and sat down.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single day but I have this to remember that he’s always with me.” I toyed with the gold chain around my neck, fiddling with the number twenty-two pendant.

“That’s why you never take it off.”

“Uh huh, he put it around my neck before he passed and I could never bring myself to take it off since. He was also great with Carl when he was your age, those two were inseparable.” A slight frown decorated her lips at the mention of her dead brother and father.

“Well at least one of us got the chance to meet my dad.”

“He’s always with you Judith, right in here.” I lightly poked where her heart was and she perked up at that.

“Never forget that. Alright, come on. Let’s go make dinner.”

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THE END!

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bloodmoonmuses · 2 years

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favorite | johnny suh

genre/warnings: johnny x reader (should be fairly gender neutral), fluff, best friends to *more*, mention of food and eating, i call johnny a coffee snob lol

summary: on a rainy thursday morning, you contemplate the consequences of falling in love with your best friend over waffles.

“I am definitely falling in love with him,” you think as you swallow down the actual words, forcing them to stay in your head. The Waffle House you were currently in was dimly lit and sort of eerie, especially accompanied by the blanket of fog that draped the city, but it was comforting too. Johnny, sitting across from you in the small booth, has a hypnotizing glow to him. The two of you had been lightly spritzed with the misty rain that fell in thin sheets outside, and he still looked absolutely perfect. Maybe Johnny was always this radiant…. You couldn’t tell anymore.

“The waffles are good, right?” Johnny asks while shaking your plate, attempting to bring you out of your haze. You blink yourself back into reality and nod.

“Oh, yeah. Really good,” you respond, pretending you weren’t just spiraling about something as arbitrary as a bit of rain on his face. You really needed to get a grip.

“Coffee’s bad though,” he says.

You scoff and shovel another bite of waffles into your mouth. “Snob.”

“Usually I’d agree- y’know, as a self proclaimed coffee connoisseur-, but it’s literally burnt.”

Johnny looks over to the sole waitress in the establishment. The older woman is leaning her upper body on the bar, eyes laden with sleep, watching the clock tick…tick.. tick…

“She doesn’t care,” he says, wiping a bit of syrup off the corner of your smirk. At this, you swat his hand away and roll your eyes, pushing down the butterflies that threaten to flutter at the apex of your sternum. “Trust me.”

You emit another scoff. “I don’t trust you as far as I can trust you, Jolly Green Giant.”

Johnny chuckles, and the two of you settle into the hush of the moment: Three in the morning on a rainy Thursday, dented pickup truck in the front, your hoodie thrown on as an afterthought… Not a second of apprehension had crossed your mind when the text came through, Johnny’s spontaneity and sense of adventure being one of your favorite things about him. And so here you were: sitting across from each other whilst eating breakfast. He’s blonde and cozy, gray zip up splattered a slightly darker gray at the shoulders .As you finish eating in silence, the words work their way into your brain yet again:

“I’m falling in love with Johnny. Johnny is my best friend and I’m falling for him in a Waffle House.”

The sentiment sounded so… silly when you laid it out so plainly, though it was anything but plain. In fact, it was the scariest thing in the world. How willing are you to risk losing your favorite person over unresolved feelings?

Suddenly, your fork falls to the floor with a loud CLUNK, startling both you and Johnny.

“Fuck.” You bend down beneath the table to retrieve the utensil, and Johnny mirrors your motion. Simultaneously, your hands touch the fork and you freeze. When your eyes meet, Johnny cracks a grin. “I think you dropped something, genius.”

“I think someone dropped you as a baby, Captain Obvious.” You stick out your lower lip and snatch the fork away from his grasp. When you sit back up, you say, “I was done eating anyway.”

“You and these nicknames…” He starts, now also sitting up and placing his elbows on the table. Then wordlessly, and never once breaking eye contact, he grasps your hands. “The name’s Johnny, y’know.”

“I’m aware,” you retort, voice shaky at the final syllable. Johnny’s thumbs brush over your knuckles in a whisper, scaling the curvature of the bones as if to study them. His eyes flicker between your own and your hands, flashes of brown willing the beat of your heart to quicken each time you meet them.

“I’m aware that you’re aware,” he says. “I like the way you say my name.”

You exhale, also shakily, and you see him notice this. He always has liked getting a rise out of you, of course. Nothing new. But it feels new all the same, and you’re lost in how fresh he is; mutable and ever changing. You could stay like this forever.

“I’m in love with Johnny.”

You feel the squeeze of your diaphragm as your heart stutters.

“Johnny,” you pause as he pours into you, posture now with full attention, “You're my favorite person.” and it’s a confession of sorts, as much of one as you’re willing to give at the moment.

Johnny simply stares. There’s a tinge of pink at the tip of his ears, which makes your cheeks burn all the brighter. You’re stuck in his hands, the lull of his soft smile and even softer demeanor too good to be true. Even now, the words you really want to say sit ready at your tongue, (I love you- in ways I don’t really understand in their totality- and it’s terrifying. I want you to love me too; in ways you haven’t before.) but you tuck them away- sealed with wax and quiet fervor- for another time. For now, this is enough.

Johnny brings the junction of your hands to his lips, kisses them, then earnestly says, “And you’re mine. Always.”

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jungshookz · 3 years

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Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,.

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…”

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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spinchip · 3 years

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The Skirt

Pairings: background jaya Wordcount: 3700 Warnings: ask to tag Summary: Zane gets caught admiring a skirt at the store, but he knows the rules. Boys aren’t allowed to wear that stuff... right?

It’s a sweet, simple sort of thing, where it lays across the mannequins thighs. It’s a high waisted skirt in pale pink, long pleats that fold nicely. It’s paired with a tight white long sleeve shirt tucked in, and a gaudy hot-pink trench coat, and a pair of beige booties. The outfit is nice- the jacket a little much for his own personal taste, but cute in it’s own way. He glances down at his own hips and back up, imagining how the skirt would look against his skin. He reaches out and touches along the bottom of it, feeling the smooth fibers, wondering not-seriously if they had it in his size- not that he would buy it. Not that he should even be thinking about buying it, or how it might look on, or how it might feel-

Nya rounds the corner of the aisle he’d lost himself in.

Zane jumps away from the fabric as if it’d bitten him, nearly knocking over a rack of expensive sunglasses, a hot flush of shame crawling up his throat. He clenches his hands at his side and tries to play it off by switching focus to a pair of aviators with black frames. He can see Nya as she wanders up in the reflection from the lenses, looking between him and the mannequin’s outfit he’d been examining, an inquisitive tilt to her lips.

“Zane? Do you… like this?” She reaches up to smooth out the pleats of the skirt, ruffled by his own hands.

“No.” He answers right away, not giving an inch. He fumbles to pick up a pair of sunglasses just to be doing something with his hands, and doesn’t say anything more. He knows he’s tense, but he can’t help it.

“I don’t know. I think it’s kinda cute.” She hums.

It’s… a trap, or something. Zane can’t figure out how she's trying to box him in, and it’s making him anxious, “You should buy it if you like it.” He tries, setting the glasses back with firm hands, tracing the frames of another pair.

“I don’t think the pink would match my complexion,” there’s a pause, then she tries, “It would look really good on you-”

“I do not like it.” He cuts her off, lacing his voice with steel, shoulders hunching. He strides away from her without glancing back, he doesn’t want to see the look on her face, he doesn’t want to know if she was laughing at him. She’d laughed at him before, in his pink apron, and she'd called him cute then too.

Her voice had been filled with cruel edged mirth, “He’d looked so cute in it!” as he retreats from their food fight, an unfamiliar feeling he’s learned was embarrassment welling up in his chest, making his processor hot. He threw that stupid apron away. He announced his hatred towards pink over and over again. He didn’t need to lose all his progress with a moment of weakness.

He did not like how it felt when his friends laughed at him.

The others are trailing around the store at their own pace, and Zane is lucky only Nya caught him- and even then, he has plausible deniability. Except now she’s lingering around him, he can see her out of the corner of his eye, so he sticks strictly to the mens section- folding a pair of jeans over his arm and a pale blue turtle-neck he thought would go with his eyes. He doesn’t even think about looking at the lavender button up at the end of the rack- he’d learned over the years. Lavender and pastel colors, they were just as bad as pink, even if it was in the mens section, or gender neutral. Sometimes he worries about the light blues he tended to favor, but any blue was okay all the time, probably. They hadn’t made fun of him yet.

He’s looking through a pile of joggers when Nya calls out, “Zane!”

She catches his attention and Jay and Cole as well, holding up a white dress from the rack. It’s a beautiful summer dress, white straps lined with lace leading into a sweetheart neckline, eye closures down the center before it breaks into a delicate and flowy trumpet skirt, “Isn’t this pretty?” She asks, smiling encouragingly.

It is. If you had asked him what kind of dress he’d like to wear, he would be thinking of this dress while he told you none at all.

She’s making fun of him.

He wilts a little, drawing in on himself, and swallows past the painful lump in his throat, “I suppose.” He grits out.

“Hey, why not ask me?” Jay pipes up, “I’m your boyfriend.”

Nya jumps, as if Jay’s presence in the conversation was a surprise.

“It is pretty,” Cole comments, squinting at it from the tank tops he’d been pawing through, “Not really your style, though.”

Nya shakes her head and opens her mouth, “No, I-” She stalls, glancing at Zane- who’s looking increasingly upset, “I was thinking about trying something new...” she trails off.

Jay meanders over, “Well, you should probably get a different size. This is way too big.” He comments, looking it over.

“Yeah… right.” Nya says, and Zane slips away from them quietly.

When he gets back to his room, he sets his bags from the mall on the bed and starts to pull out his new clothes. Nya had let it go, in the end, and hadn’t teased him about his slip up after the dress thing, so the rest of the trip had been nice. They’d stopped at the food court for lunch and spent some time in the skateboard shop so kai could buy some new wheels, and then an hour and a half goofing around at the arcade before they’d called it a day.

Zane folded his new pants and tucked them into the dresser, reaching blindly into his bag while thinking about what to make for dinner.

All thoughts of food vanish from his head when he pulls out the pale pink skirt he’d been admiring.

He drops it and jerks his hands back to his chest, spinning around as if to catch Nya jump out from behind a potted plant and shout aha! Caught ya! ...but no one is there. He’s alone. He approaches the offending article of clothing cautiously, digging his receipt out from his bag while already certain he won’t see the skirt listed there. Nya must have bought it and slipped it in with his things, there’s no other explanation. It’s his size. Why? Is there a… a joke here? What is Zane not getting?

He should take it back to her and let her return it, probably. He picks it up and tosses it in the trashcan next to his desk instead, and puts away the rest of his clothes with hands he makes sure don’t shake. He doesn’t entertain the idea of trying it on. Pink and lavender weren’t allowed, skirts- skirts were worse. A pink skirt… he shakes his head, hanging up a new turtle neck, and leaves the skirt behind in the darkness of his room.

Nya sits up a little straighter when he comes into the living room, “How was… putting away your clothes?” She finishes clunky, fishing for his reaction to her prank.

“Fine.” He says without breaking stride, crossing into the kitchen and plucking his plain white apron up off the hook, sliding it over his head and getting to work.

Except, even as he chops onions and serves dinner and eats with his friends, even as they play video games and watch a movie, he can’t stop thinking about the skirt. It’s there, in the back of his mind- he’d always liked skirts, thought they were pretty and sweet. He used to dream about buying nice skirts and dresses when he could afford it, different kinds for different occasions like maxi dresses and pencil skirts, but this was before he knew it was silly and laughable. Before it was wrong.

When the night finally comes to a close, and he retires back to his room, he makes a bee line for his trashcan and delicately pulls the skirt out. He sets it on his bed and pats out the wrinkles, appreciating the craftsmanship.

He locks the door and undresses, sliding the skirt over his hips. He zips it in place and takes a step towards the mirror before he hesitates, throwing off his blue hoodie and digging up a tighter white turtleneck. It’s the closest thing he has to the outfit the mannequin was wearing that he’d liked so much. He smooths down the pleats, playing with the edge- something tight and uncomfortable in his chest loosens, and he breathes easier. It’s nice. It feels… like he always thought it would.

He steps in front of the mirror. He fiddles with the cuffs of his sweater, smiling at his reflection. He looked good, the skirt fits perfectly. He poses even though it makes him feel a little immature, striking several different stances, turning around to see all the angles. He’s got the perfect set of shoes to pair with this-

He stops halfway to his closet, standing in the middle of his room wearing a skirt he loves, reality rushing back.

He takes the skirt off, pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and folds it nice and neatly. He unlocks his door and walks across the monastery to Nyas bedroom, knocking politely. There’s a long pause before he can hear her footsteps on the hardwood. The door opens and she squints at the hallway light, blinking up groggily at Zane, “Huh?” She quips eloquently.

He holds the skirt out and drops it, she fumbles to catch it, “Return it.” he tells her, “I do not want it.”

She blinks, her sleep addled mind processing before it connects, “Zane,” She shakes her head, holding it out, “It’s yours, I saw you looking at it- it’s a nice skirt, it would look nice on you.”

He refrains from saying it does. He frowns hard, he doesn’t get it- she sounds so sincere, but he knows the rules, “I do not understand the joke. Am I supposed to wear this so you may laugh at me?”

Nya looks lost, “Laugh?”

“Like my pink apron.” He explains, huddling into himself, “Except this is worse.”

Understanding lights up her face with shame and sadness, “Zane… I-”

“Return it.” He insists, pushing the skirt back towards her, and then hesitates, “Please. Do not tell the others.”

He takes a step back and nods, turning away and bidding a hasty retreat. When he gets back to his room he stubbornly refuses to think about how freeing it was, how good it felt. He stamps down any longing as he crawls into bed, and falls asleep most certainly not filled with regret.

The following morning, Nya slinks into the kitchen as Zane and Kai are putting together breakfast looking like a kicked puppy. She keeps throwing inconspicuous sad eyes at Zane that he’s stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, but she thankfully doesn’t let the others catch on or else she might be forced to tell them what was bothering her.

After breakfast, she offers to help Zane with the dishes, and meets his “I do not require assistance,” With polite insistence, where she ends up washing as he dries and puts them away.

It isn’t until they’re nearly done that she organizes her thought’s enough to turn to him as he puts away the final stack of plates and says, “I think you should keep the skirt.”

He feels himself grow tense, closing the cupboard slowly before he looks at her, turning around to face her and scrutinizing her expression hard. He tries to dissect her intentions, tries to figure out why she’s saying this- he knew Nya had joined in on the teasing before, but he didn’t think she would push so hard. All his previous data suggests she doesn’t have a cruel streak like this in her, but she’s been keeping the joke going hard.

He entertains the idea that she really is being sincere, but that doesn’t make sense either, because there were rules. Zane had to figure them out fast when he was younger and newly exposed to the world- You have to make eye contact when conversing with people to be respectful, asking for explanations to jokes ruins the fun, and boys should never wear girl clothes. If you broke the rules, you were weird, and people laughed at you, and they made fun of you.

“No thank you.” He says stiffly, turning away and rinsing out the sink, “I do not like it.”

She looks miserable, “I’m sorry we laughed.”

He shakes his head and doesn’t respond, the conflicting information making his head hurt, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

A week later, the team has another rare day off. They’d set aside the day to go to the park, and Zane was looking forward to it. He’d spent the previous day in between patrols picking up ingredients to pack the perfect picnic. Cole throws open the door to the kitchen as Zane finishes packing up his basket, hauling a large cooler behind him.

“Hey frosty!” He greets, popping the lid on the cooler and fishing out waters and juice from the fridge, “Aren’t you gonna be hot dressed like that?” He comments.

Zane glances down at his jeans and t-shirt in comparison to Cole’s tanktop and shorts combo, “I am the master of Ice.” He points out, “I don’t get hot.”

Cole concedes his point with a dip of his head, “Speaking of master of ice, can I get a little help with keeping the drinks cool?”

Zane nods, waving a hand over the cooler and packing the drinks with snow and ice. Cole thanks him as Zane hefts up his basket, the two meeting the rest of their team on the deck of the bounty. Nya perks up as they come out on deck, and steps aside so the two can see their teammates.

Jay already looks overheated, miserably melting under the sun. Lloyd seems unbothered, dressed in a sleeveless hoodie and shorts. Kai basks in the sun, smiling brilliantly, wearing a t-shirt and…

Zanes processor stutters, “Are you wearing a skirt?” He asks neutrally, blinking down at Kai’s maroon pleats.

“Yeah,” Kai glances down at the fabric, “Nya gave it to me, it doesn’t fit her anymore. Isn’t it cute?”

Zane has no idea how to respond, so Cole beats him to it, “Looks good, dude, but how are we supposed to play frisbee?”

“I got shorts on underneath so I don't accidentally flash anyone.” Kai waves his hand dismissively, and no one else comments on the wrongness of the outfit.

Tentatively, Zane says, “You… like to wear skirts?”

Kai frowns, mistaking the hesitance for judgement, “Is that a problem for you?”

Zane looks away, “Not at all.” He says, confusion making his voice stiff, missing the way the others glance at his tone of voice disapprovingly.

They go to the park, and Zane can’t stop looking at Kais skirt. He finds himself frowning at the other man more than once, shaking the confusion out of his head and trying to ignore it. Did it… really not matter that Kai was wearing a skirt? Cole had complimented him, and Jay hadn’t said anything against it either. He finds himself not joining in on the frisbee game most of the time, focusing on getting the picnic set up to hide how he was too mixed up to focus on the sport. Soon enough, the others wrap up their game and join Zane on the blanket Nya had packed.

They eat and chat idly, and Kai sighs in content after he’s finished, sitting back, “That was amazing as always, Zane!”

Zane doesn’t look at him as he puts away his own half-eaten sandwich, “Thank you.” He says simply, lost in thought.

“Zane.” Jay says, and Zane glances up at him. He startles slightly at the way Jay is looking at him, pointedly disapproving, “Why are you being so weird about Kais skirt?”

“...Why aren’t you?” Zane asks genuinely, familiar hot shame crawling up his throat as his friends frown at him.

“Dude…” Kai mutters, clearly hurt, “Not cool.”

Shame, confusion, and guilt swallow Zane up for a long moment before it’s burned up by a flash of frustration. It didn’t make sense. They’d made fun of him years ago for his pink apron, laughed him out of the room and not bothered enough to see if he was alright afterwards because he broke the rules- he gets it, he wore the wrong clothes, it’s a funny joke… So why is Kai allowed it where Zane isn’t? Why is it funny when it’s Zane? Why does he get mocked while Kai gets defended? Defended when Zane hasn’t and wouldn’t ever make fun of him for his outfit-!

He stands up abruptly, “I’m going back to the bounty.” He announces before he turns on heel and all but runs from them.

“Zane!” Nya calls, but he doesn’t turn around.

“Let him go.” Cole says firmly, and Zane clenches his eyes shut as he boards the bounty.

His stomach churns with his tumultuous thoughts and he makes a bee line for the room they have in the bounty, crawling into his bunk bed and curling into a ball. He stares miserably at the wooden walls, thinking about too many different things.

He misses his pink apron.

He didn’t think it was funny when he saw Kai in that skirt. He thought he looked nice...

Why did they laugh at him?

He wakes up at the sound of quiet voices, disoriented for a moment- he didn’t remember falling asleep. He makes his way out of bed slowly, the room dark, and blinks against the harsh hallway light as he steps out of their bedroom. He rubs sleep out of his optics as they adjust to the change in atmosphere, making his way to the living room.

He stops in the doorway, looking in at his friends. Kai is still wearing his skirt, laying across the recliner sideways, his legs thrown over the edge. The others are in various states around the living room, laying on the couch or the floor asa movie plays unwatched on the TV screen, the quiet sounds what lured Zane here in the first place.

Zane’s stomach plummets as he remembers the hurt look on Kai’s face at lunch. He didn’t want to make Kai feel like he did, he didn’t want him to feel laughed at, “Kai?” He says from the doorway.

The room reacts to his voice, everyone immediately sitting up to peer at him. Jay's head poked over the back of the couch along with Coles, and Nya and Lloyd craned their heads around the couch from the floor.

“Hey, Zane…” Kai says, sitting properly in the chair.

“I want to apologize.” Zane says quietly, “I really have no issue with you wearing what you like. I am sorry I acted so oddly.”

Kai fiddles with the edge of the skirt, “It’s okay… I know.” He says just as soft, “I think we all owe you an apology too.”

Zane tilts his head in confusion, stepping into the room a little more.

Jay nods, “Yeah, Zane, we’re sorry.” He says sincerely, “We acted like total jerks about your apron.”

“My apron…” Zane’s eyes flicker to Nya, who ducks her head a little at how she obviously snitched.

“Nya told us what was bothering you, and we feel really bad about it.” Cole agrees, “We were stupid and mean. There’s nothing wrong with wearing pink.”

“Or skirts.” Kai pipes up, “I’m sorry we hurt you.”

“If you want to wear that stuff,” Lloyd adds, “No one will laugh.”

Zane blinks at the way his eyes water dangerously, looking down at the floor, “It is not… wrong?”

“No.” Kai says firmly, “We were wrong, not you. Wear what makes you happy, and we’ll be on your side.”

Zane swallows and thinks about how much he’d loved the pink skirt, how pretty he’d felt with it on, “I accept your apology.” He says with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Nya grins and with a wink says, “I think i have something that belongs to you, then.” She stands, “But first… group hug?”

Smiling, Zane holds up his arms, and the others converge on him. He hugs them back tightly, smile growing wider as he sighs happily. The frustration and hurt sliding off his shoulders makes him feel so light, and a barrier he hadn’t realized he’d raised falls to pieces.

He couldn’t wait for their next off day.

Which comes sooner than he expects. It’s rare to get out of patrol so often, but Lloyd insisted they make up for their slightly disasterous park trip only a few days later. Ninjago is thankfully not in terrible danger, so they decide to head to Mega Monster Amusement Park for the day- and Zane is half certain Sensei Wu allows it only because he’s craving funnel cake.

They’re supposed to leave soon, and Zane is nearly ready. He slips on a pair of white boots and laces them up, standing up and admiring his outfit in his mirror. He’s got on a loose white sweater tucked into the waistband of his pink skirt, and he adjusts it one last time before nodding in satisfaction, smiling genuinely at his reflection.

He does a little twirl because he can’t help himself before he throws open the door to his room and makes his way to the deck of the bounty, smiling as the skirt bounces and flows with every step.

He’s the last to arrive, the others all waiting for him. To his pleasant surprise, there’s no flash of anxiety as he trots over- they won’t laugh. He knows they won’t.

Nya lights up when she sees him, “Zane’s here!”

Zane happiness seems to be contagious, the others all perking up at the sight of him.

“You look really nice.” Kai compliments when he gets close, and Zane smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Yeah, that’s a nice color on you.” Cole comments.

Jay nods in agreement, “Zane looks really good, yes! Can we go to the amusement park already?”

Zane laughs, bubbly and light, “Thank you all! Jay’s right, let us go have some fun.”

As they disembark the bounty, Zane makes eye contact with Nya, and smiles softly at her. She grins in return, bumping shoulders with him, and they catch up with the others.

#zane julien #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago #spinchip fic #wu ur student looks gnc af

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ais-little-teacorner · 3 years

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hello!may i request the main 4 girls or Acca (Wonder Egg Priority) with a s/o that always wear a zip up hoodie to cover their face when their embarrassed/sad(its sound stupid*-*)

<<hellloooo!! of course you may! and noo it does not sound dumb, it´s super cute! i love wonder egg priority and im so happy to write about those four>< here you go!>>

Ai, Neiru, Rika and Momoe with an s/o with a zip-up hoodie

character(s): Ai Ohto, Neiru Aonuma, Rika Kawaii, Momoe Sawaki franchise: Wonder Egg Priority warnings:

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 ♡ Ai is such a sweetheart omg who does not love her ♡ and we all first fell in love when we saw her cute hoodie thingy!! ♡ ironically, Ai never saw this little hoodie thing she does as something "cute", and more as something silly or stupid ♡ but when she saw y o u do it in your hoodie ♡ this girl might just die out of love ♡ she finds this antic of yours so adorable!! ♡ Ai can´t even process the amount of cuteness you give off when you pull your hood over your face like that ♡ and when Ai finds out you mainly do it out of embarassement ♡ girl freaks out ♡ if you are comfortable with it, she might just take photos of you wearing the hood ♡ she does n o t want to miss out on a chance to see you like that ♡ it also seems to just genuinely make her happy?? ♡ you make her feel so extremely safe, especially since there aren´t many places she feels "safe" at, and this antic just gives off so much "you vibes" for her ♡ she loves it ♡ one day, Ai had the idea to give you her hoodie ♡ and omg if you do the same zip-up thing with her hoodie ♡ you just made Ai the happiest person on earth ♡ she´d jump up an down, hug you and just fangirl and swoon over you ♡ you are just too cute for her! ♡ at the end of the day, you are just two cuties in a relationship if we are being honest

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♡ aghh Rika my beloved T-T ♡ before she met you, she probably saw Ai do this thing before ♡ she does not have romantic feelings for Ai though, so she never really thought anything of it ♡ but then, when you came in her life and made her the happiest person on earth, that view kind of changed ♡ when Rika first saw you, zipping up that hood of yours, she basically stopped in her tracks ♡ ´wait,, why- is this- are you-,, so adorable??´ ♡ Rika will start running up to you, grinning and being completely amazed by your existence ♡ Ai wasn´t half as adorable with that hoodie on!! ♡ and ooooh boi ♡ don´t get me started when she found out, that you mainly do it when being embarassed ♡ you know what, just don´t tell her, it will end in an endless cycle of teasing ♡ she loves teasing people to begin with, and then knowing that you become more adorable than before if she does it ♡ it kind of makes her heart skip a beat to be honest ♡ she will stop the teasing if it makes you uncomfortable though ♡ omg Rika will soooo show you off on social media like ♡ "hagh, look at how cute my partner is!! you don´t have a partner that cute, loosers. lol." ♡ honestly, she is just super grateful to have you ♡ same as Ai, Rika doesn´t really have a place to call home ♡ and you are just such a sweetheart ♡ you made Rika´s life just so much more better, purely due to your existence:)

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♡ Neiru is so pretty what ♡ like Rika, Neiru didn´t understand, why Ai does that hoodie thing ♡ she always thought "yeah, that´s kind of cute" ♡ but also never thought into into it, and honestly, she didn´t get why Ai would do that with her face either ♡ she didn´t care too much to invest in her antics lol ♡ but shen Neiru saw you do it again ♡ this was a c o m p l e t e l y different situation ♡ actually, she doesn´t get why you do it either, why would you get embarassed to begin with? ♡ but when she saw you do it more often, she really started to like it ♡ and after Neiru realized, she, indeed, found you doing that really adorable ♡ poor her probably sat home for a dew hours thinking about what leads her to find you pulling a hood over your head attractive ♡ but she would be too awkward to tell you she likes it ♡ Neiru would honestly go to Ai or Rika to ask why you exactly do that thing and how she can get you to do it ♡ so after some time, Neiru would try an awkward approach at trying to get you embarassed with a really cringy pick-up line ♡ she knew it was dumb ok HAHA ♡ she still did it ♡ and, depending on your personality, it would either end up in you actually getting embarassed, you being super confused, or you laughing your butt off ♡ either way, Neiru is content with the outcome ♡ she knows you love her ♡ and she loves you too<3

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 ♡ Momoe never really seems to wear hoodies, so she never really understood the appeal in pulling zip-up´s over your face ♡ she did see Ai do it occasionally though, and she always really loved that! ♡ one day, Momoe gave you a compliment, like that she loves your eyes, etc. and you got really embarassed ♡ and when she saw you pull up that hood ♡ Momoes heart started pounding so fast ♡ how is it possible to be so cuuuute?? ♡ she probably grabbed your hands, telling you how cute that antic is, until she realized that that just made you more uncomfy ♡ so she bagged away, laughingly apologizing ♡ Momoe would never go out of her way to just talk to you to make you embarassed ♡ but when she gets the chance to give you a genuine compliment AND see you be your cute self, she will take it, most definetly ♡ oh but girl will get p i s s e d when she sees someone else making fun of you like that or trying to get you embarassed ♡ she will directly stand up for you, telling the other person to back off ♡ you are too sweet to make fun of or get teased >:c ♡ honestly, this small gesture of yours could just make her heart melt ♡ if Momoe has a picture of you doing this, she´ll look at it, when she´s feeling down and immediately feel better ♡ you made her so happy by being with her ♡ and she will never want to let you go:( ♡ oh, aditionally, all of the girls will probably buy you extra zip-up hoodies ♡ just to see you happy when you get them and see you snuggle up in them like that ♡ none of them can resist your cute charm >< <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 <<i hope you enjoyed it! i had lottsa fun writing for the girls, but im scared, that it became too short:/ i hope it was enough and i wrote what you hoped for!! also, if you do this motion with the hoodie irl, please marry me this is so cute omfg- anyways, i love youuu byee!>> funfact, i wrote this on my birthday

#wonder egg priority #wep #wonder egg priority x reader #wonder egg #wonder egg x reader #ai ohto #ai ohto x reader #rika kawaii #rika kawaii x reader #neiru aonuma #neiru aonuma x reader #momoe sawaki #momoe sawaki x reader #x reader

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 3 years

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Oklahoma Road Trip- Charlie Gillespie

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A/n: I love doing Charlie’s live streams as imagines because he always ends up doing random cute or funny things. I hope you love this one also feel free to request and if you have a request, I will be working on them this week hopefully or on the weekend.

-Samantha

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Your POV

I heard my phone alarm go off which meant I had to get up since Charlie wants to wake up early to head to Oklahoma with him. I let out a little groan since it was early to be up. I finally moved the covers off of myself after lying in bed for about an extra 10 minutes. I then slowly made my way to the closest to grab a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I also grabbed a plain grey shirt to put underneath just in case it got hot later.

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I was running around my apartment trying my best to grab everything I needed, but I got stopped when I heard a knock on my door. I walked over to the door to let Charlie in. Once he was inside I was automatically pulled into a hug.

“ Hey.” He whispered

“ Hi.” I whispered back

I was the first to pull away from the hug. Before I headed back to packing I gave him a quick kiss, which made him smile. I then walked back to packing my things in my suitcase, when I finished zipping it up I heard Charlie laughing in the back. I rolled my eyes, but turned to face him.

“ Only you can forget to pack Y/n/n.” he said

“ Charles stop laughing and come help me please.” I asked

When he heard his actual name come out of my mouth he gave me a glare. I let out a little giggle before deciding to be nice and say…

“ Char, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, just please help me get the suitcase to the car.”

He chuckled and nodded his head. I got up off the floor and grabbed my purse and my phone before following Charlie to his car. I locked my door before the both of us could continue.

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Charlie’s POV

I slowed down when the light changed to red, so I took a little time to find Y/n’s head leaned against the window of my car. I smiled and took one of my hands off the wheel and gently placed it on her thigh. I went back to focusing on driving when the light switched back to green. I felt her hand land on top of mine which brought a smile to my face.

Your POV

I opened my eyes when I felt the car come to a stop. I looked around and saw Charlie.

“ Hey sleepyhead.” he said when he saw me

I gave him a smile. “ Hey Char.”

He turned his head to face me and I leaned over the console to give his lips a quick peck. I felt him smile into the kiss since he decided to deepen it. I pulled him a little closer to me. He was the first to pull away.

“ So, what are we going to do now?” I questioned

“ Well beautiful, we are going to get some food since I am starving and I am sure you are too....” I nodded before you could finish what he was going to say. He let out a chuckle at me and nodded really fast. “ Then after food we are going to drive some more until we get to a hotel to crash at until morning.”

I smiled and nodded my head. Before we got out of the car to grab some dinner I pulled him into another loving kiss. He then pulled away laughing… “ Come on silly goose, we need energy to keep up with this trip.”

I giggled and got out of the car with him following.

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Charlie’s POV I woke up when I felt Y/n/n move closer to me in her sleep. I opened my eyes and saw her head in the crook of my neck which made me smile. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer if that was even possible, I then gave the side of her head a kiss.

“ Wake up darling, we need to get back on the road.” I whispered in her ear

She let out a little whine which made me let out a chuckle.

“ Come on. Don’t you want to see the guys?” I said

I saw her move her head. She then glared at me, but said…

“ Be grateful that I love you Char.”

I smiled and said

“ Well in that case I love you too gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes while getting up to get ready.

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I just started the car when I heard Y/n/n say…

“ Char, can we stop to get some food?”

I nodded my head, so I drove us to the closest place. I pulled through a McDonald’s drive through before going over to park. When the car was parked I turned to face Y/n/n.

“ So you ready?” I asked

She looked at me confused.. “ What?”

“ What to do a live stream?” I said

She let out a giggle, but nodded her head. I pulled out my phone and opened up my instagram and went to open the live section.

Your POV

I heard Charlie say ‘hi’ into his phone, so I stopped messing with my phone to join him. I saw the comments asking ‘where were we going?’ I smiled

“ Guys so I’m driving to Oklahoma with this gorgeous girl to see Jeremy and Owen.”

He continued talking to them while I went to eat my breakfast that we got. I let out a giggle about the coffee story.

“ Look how packed I am, oh and my girlfriend.” I smiled and waved at the camera

“ What do you guys do on road trips?” Charlie asked them

I moved over to see the answers to his question. I moved my head to see Charlie with some cheese on his face. I let out a giggle.

“ Where’s a napkin?” he asked

I looked around the car for one, which was no luck. When he said he was bored I got offended.

“ Excuse you Char. I am super fun to hang out with.” I said

He let out a chuckle. “ Yeah, you are. But all you did was sleep so far.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“ Your parents are being like enough, enough. Time to play the quiet game. Guys, ever play the quiet game?” he said

Charlie’s POV

I finished my omelet when I heard Y/n say…

“ My parents always made me play the quiet game.”

I turned my head to see her little pouty face. I smiled and gave her a kiss before saying to the camera.

“ I bet everyone played the quiet game. I'm pretty sure. It’s the freakin 'quiet game.” I put my trash next to Y/n’s feet before continuing…

“ I feel like it’s a trademark for every single parent. Uh let’s get these kids to shush.”

I then started to back out of the parking lot. “ By that, hey,hey, let’s play the quiet game. Quiet game. Let me tell you that the quiet game gets you to be quiet.”

Your POV

I was watching Charlie talk about the quiet game while driving with one hand. I looked at him with wide eyes, I then felt butterflies in my stomach just from watching him do that. I glanced at his phone and saw the fans freaking out about my expression and the fact that he did that.

“ Well it’s not like I can read what you guys are saying anymore since I’m driving, so that was it. Um, we'll be in Oklahoma today. Um a, we’re all watching on the 29th, well putting it on. Please.”

I smiled at him and leaned on his shoulder to read them. I felt him lie his head on top of mine. I kissed the side of his neck, which got the fans to freak out again.

“ Ok, Halmatin soundtrack. Ah, I love soundtracks, I did the Greece one yesterday. I always do the Sherk one. Um I do Mean girls, Wicked.” he said before saying...“ We love soundtracks guys.”

I waved bye to the camera and went back to my seat.

“ Char?” I said once his phone was off and in the cup holder.

“ Yes darling.” he said turning to me

I faced him, “ I love you.”

He smiled. “ I love you too.” Then he turned to face me again to give me a kiss which made me smile. He then put his focus back on the road again to get to our destination with his hand on my thigh. I placed my hand on top of his before putting my focus on the world that was out my window.

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Okay I want to say sorry for all the little time jumps I have and all the pov switches. I hope this one is not so confusing. I tried my best to make it long and add some of my own touches since I didn't want to get right into the live stream. If you want me to tell you the live stream date or which one it was again, I can totally let you know. Okay I'm going to go now. Lol

Enjoy!!

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t-lostinworlds · 4 years

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Not Going Anywhere (Tom Holland)

a/n: finally! lmao. gosh, i haven’t posted a fic in a while and im scared lol. also, i’m sorry for the lack of fics recently, i’ll try and be better with it. anyway, i’m not going to babble any more asdfghjkl hope you guys enjoy this one!

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader warnings: emotional scene, blood (fake), gun shots (kinda fake), character death (very fake lmao), lots of crying, and tom just being a wholesome boyfriend. word count: 7.5k+ requested:

first off, thank you angel! 💓 you’re too sweet omg 🥺 requests are a bit tricky for me ‘cause it depends if i get inspo or not but i did with this one haha so second, i’m so sorry this took soooo long. i hope i did it justice and that you like it love!

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It was the last scene of the day but neither you nor Tom were too keen on it. Both of you read the script, of course you knew this was a long time coming. This scene has been sitting in the back of your heads from the moment you both decided to take on the roles but still, it never really does prepare you mentally no matter how much you try.

Death scenes are always tricky to shoot, depending on what the undertone is. It can be a slightly easy one, the death of an enemy in which you'd channel relief, pride, a sense of accomplishment—maybe even in a sadistic, evil sense, happiness and joy. Or it can go around the hard route, the death of someone you love. There are so many ways you could go about it, so many emotions you can tap into. You can have regret, guilt, hurt, sadness, anger, fear, loss, and the list goes on.

It would've been easier to act it out with a regular colleague or a friend, easier to separate from reality and to snap out of it when they call cut. It'd be less daunting if that was the case. But when it's done with someone who you love off screen, a person who you can't ever imagine a world without, to get your mind to a place where you'd have to picture losing them, then it gets even trickier, much, much harder.

Couples don't usually do movies together that often, it can become unprofessional as some would say, but that wasn't the case with you and Tom. Both of you have been praised so many times with your individual works as you two can stand alone and carry a role with nothing but award winning performances. But whenever you two share a screen together, then it's an even bigger force to be reckoned with.

It's always a director's dream to work with you individually and as a pair. You were a match made in heaven off and on screen, the one-take-wonder duo. You two just bounce off each other so well no matter the roles you play, may it be enemies, acquaintances, lovers, past lovers, co-workers, and so on. You two share a look and it all clicks, then everything just falls into place.

You two get it done right away in the right way.

You love working with Tom, love seeing him do his thing in the flesh and you enjoy watching all the breathtaking and raw performance he gives. Plus, you get to spend time with your man, a gift with how conflicting your schedules can get sometimes. Not to mention, you get to do what you love together, a fun time on set as you make the most out of it while staying at the top of your game, be each other's cheerleader while maintaining proper professionalism.

But when it's heavy and emotional scenes like this upcoming one, you do find yourself wishing that it wasn't with him.

"How do I look? Still gorgeous I hope," Tom joked the moment you entered the set, posing over dramatically with one hand on his head, the other on his jutted out hip and a duck face to match, sporting his dirt—with specks of blood—covered and torn outfit. What he wore was a white shirt, black pants, black boots and a gray coat combo. While you on the other hand, wore dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a gray zip up hoodie that was fully open and a black leather jacket over it.

On a normal day, his silliness would've made you roll your eyes with a laugh, but today, it didn't even manage to make you crack a smile. In fact, a frown made its way onto your lips at the sight of him all dirtied up, a purple bruise under his left eye, a couple gashes on his cheek and a cut on his bottom lip to complete his beat-up look.

"Stop trying to ruin my Zen," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout on your lips. It was already dark inside your mind, emotions at the ready for when they call action. And seeing him be his dorky self, trying his best to make you laugh, just being the sweet boy who owns your heart, it wasn't at all helpful in a sense that with what's coming, it makes you think what life would be like if those adorable traits of his would become a memo—

"I'm not," Tom chuckled softly as he slowly made his way over to you. Once he reached a close proximity, his warm palm found its way to rest on your cheek. His touch was gentle, thumb caressing your skin comfortingly, a loving smile making its way onto his lip as he kept his gaze steady on your troubled face. "Just making sure you don't get too into your head, darling."

Tom's eyes held nothing but utter concern because he knows you like the back of his hand, knows how you work. With actors, it's always taxing mentally and emotionally when it comes to scenes like this, but with you, there's an added weight. Because, one, you always go that extra mile, to dig much deeper into your thoughts, to make your brain work harder at channeling emotions on command and in a quick switch. That's what made you known to be such an incredible actress, pure talent mixed with hard work of course.

And two, you were doing the scene with him, your real life lover. For you to see his face and watch him slowly wither away, Tom can't even stomach the thought of what you could possibly be feeling, what kind of thoughts were swimming inside your head. He can't even begin to imagine if it was the other way around. He absolutely admires your strength for holding it together because if it was him, he would've already been balling before he could even get out of his trailer.

With that said, Tom was worried to the bone. It always pains him to see the struggle you go through to get your mind there. He hates seeing you in a state that wasn't pure happiness, even if it was all acting.

"It's really hard not to," you whispered, flashing him a small smile as you leaned into his touch. Tom's heart broke at the soft shake in your voice, a sigh coming out of his lips as he moved closer to press it against your forehead. His strong arms found their way around your form to give you the warmest hug he can muster without getting all the dirt and the little bit of fake blood he had on him, on you.

"I know, angel, I know," he whispered against your skin, giving your waist a gentle and loving squeeze that made you close your eyes with a shaky breath.

Tom has had a fair share of tough, emotional scenes, of course he understood. Some of them were even done with you, though none were as tragic and heavy as to what lies ahead.

He knows how hard it is to not let those dark thoughts cloud most of your mind. He's been guilty of failing at it a couple of times. Some scenes just affected him in real life before he could stop it. Tom so badly didn't want you to experience the same. He doesn't want you to go far too deep for the sake of your mental state, especially with how much worse this scene is going to be compared to previous stuff you've done. But there's not much he can do other than to be there for you to help you get through it and to make sure to snap you out of it before it gets way out of hand.

"You two ready to go?" Jessica, the director, interrupted with a sympathetic smile. You unwillingly broke away from Tom's embrace to give her a small nod.

"Don't think I'll ever be ready but let's get this over and done with," you breathed out. She watched the two of you for a moment, the gloominess in the atmosphere too obvious for anyone to miss. It's always like that with emotional scenes, the set catered to help the actors be in the zone, but it's a lot heavier this time around. When it's a real life couple, the difference is huge.

With a soft, understanding smile, she reached over to you and gave your shoulder a squeeze. "Two more minutes and then we start." Jessica nodded at the both of you curtly. You and Tom flashed her grateful smiles to which she gladly returned.

Once she walked away, Tom's gaze landed back on you, slight dread and concern glowing in his eyes but a reassuring grin played on his lips. He was trying his best to stay calm about it, even though he wasn't looking forward to it as well. He just didn't want to add more to your already worrying mind by looking too frantic with his concern.

"Come here and give me one last kiss."

"Don't say it like that," you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as his choice of words weren't exactly the best.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, darling," Tom rushed once he realized how it sounded like, rubbing your arms comfortingly and giving it a gentle squeeze, silently urging you to look at him. Once you opened your eyes and met his gaze again, he tilted his head to the side with an adorable pout. "Can I have a kiss? Pwetty please?"

You shook your head at your man with a sigh, the corners of your lips lifting just a little as you met him halfway for a short but sweet, loving kiss.

"You've got this, okay?" he whispered once you pulled away, his breath hot against your lips as the tip of his nose nudged yours tenderly. You flashed him a small yet thankful smile, nodding in response before leaning close again to give him a quick peck.

"Places you two!" Jessica called out.

Tom's hands found yours, his fingers delicate as he lifted them up to his lips, a kiss on each of your knuckles and another reassuring squeeze before he lets you go.

You treaded your way towards your first marker, Tom's just a couple feet behind you. You looked over your shoulder in hopes to find his eyes before everything starts, a wash of relief coating your body once you saw that it was already set on you. You two shared a look, Tom flashing you one of his many charming grins—one that you adore so much—in reassurance, throwing in a thumbs up as he put his right foot forward. You did just the same, only breaking his gaze when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder.

You turned to one of the crew who handed you a Glock filled with blanks, a soft thanks escaping your lips followed by a deep intake of breath. You closed your eyes before exhaling slowly, clenching and unclenching your fist around the gun as you slowly slipped into character.

The two of you were undercover agents, partners turned recent lovers to be specific. The start of the scene was that you've just managed to get Tom out from his unfortunate capture, the abandoned warehouse where he was kept and you just escaped from, situated behind. You've managed to take out all the guys in the warehouse together but you have no idea if someone had called in backup so it was needed and safer to get as far away from the place as soon as possible. Hence why you two are going to be running from point A to B. But once you reach point B, then the scene happens.

"Ready and action!"

You took on a sprint, chest heaving as you kept looking back to make sure Tom was following. He was running just loosely behind you, a slight limp in his movements given that he isn't in the best of conditions due to the kidnapping.

"Come on!" You slowed down a little to wait for him, offering out a hand for him to take. He was so close to reaching it when his gaze shifted from your hand to somewhere behind you, eyes widening at the sight.

"Look out!" Tom exclaimed, hand quick to grab your outstretched one to pull you into his body. Both his arms wrapped around you tightly as he turned around in one swift motion so that your places were now switched. Then you heard five deafening gun shots, Tom's body jerking the same number of times before he slowly leaned forwards, his body getting heavier as his weight slowly rested more on you.

"No!" you shrieked, one hand wrapping around his torso as you lifted the other one hurriedly to aim your gun at the armed person behind him, pulling the trigger a couple of times to let loose of the blanks. You heard a thud next, an indication that the person has been taken care of.

Tom's whole body slumped, you struggling to hold his weight as he gradually slipped from your grasp, your heart beating rapidly against your chest when you felt something damp coat your fingers that were rested on his back. Your gaze landed on his face with wide eyes, calling out his character's name a few times as you tried your best to let him down on the pavement as gently as you can manage.

Tears welled up in your orbs, your throat closing up as you kneeled beside his body, anxiously checking to see what was wrong even though you already knew that everything was wrong. You took off your jacket hurriedly, bunching it up and placing it under his head for support. A sharp pain squeezed at your heart at the sight of him struggling to breathe, coughing out blood while he willed his eyes to stay open, his white shirt slowly turning crimson.

"No, no, no," you croaked, letting go of the gun to cup his face, fingers trembling as you tried to keep his head steady. Frantically, you reached into your pocket with your free, blood-covered, shaking hand, taking out the phone and hastily dialed zero to send out a distress signal.

Tom lets out a groan laced with pain as his eyes scanned your face, muttering out your character's name to get your attention, voice barely audible.

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm right here," you whispered as you met his brown orbs, a soft smile on your lips as you dropped the phone so you can tend to him with both hands. You brushed away the hair that managed to stick on his sweat-littered forehead, his blood from your hand tainting his crown, not the best of sights to see.

Tom's eyes started to gloss up as he kept letting out ragged breaths. You let out a broken sob as the heartrending sound filled up your ears, squeezing agonizingly at each vein in your heart. "S-Stay with me, please," you stammered, his skin turning a bit colder against your warm palm, your breathing turning shallow as you struggled to keep your own self together.

"Help! Please help!" you wailed, looking around the empty place frantically before your gaze landed back on the man in your arms, life slowly slipping from his grasp. "You're going to be okay," you repeated over and over, unsure if the words were said to reassure him or yourself.

The feeling of your jeans getting wet at the knees from the blood that pooled on the ground made you let out a broken cry of despair, eyes scanning his body for only a moment, the sight of red making you want to hurl. And you were too scared to look away from his eyes for far too long, scared that things will take a drastic turn in a split second.

Slowly, weakly, Tom lifted a hand up to cup your damp cheek, thumb caressing your skin as a small, tired smile made its way onto his lips. This made you cry even harder, your nimble fingers curling around his wrist, turning your head slightly for a second to give his palm a warm kiss.

"R-Remember when I-I said I'd t-take a bullet for y-you?" he sputtered, though the smile on his lips was still there, charming as always, his thumb capturing the tear that escaped your eye before it could have the chance to land on your skin.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a whimper, shaking your head at his ability to make light of the situation. You let out a shaky breath. "I do, I remember. To prove how much I mean to you even when it's not necessary."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, running his thumb over your cheek, a few tears escaping his eyes as he scanned your gorgeous face distorted in utter distress, as he stared at the pain that glowed inside your beautiful orbs.

"N-No, there's nothing to apologize," you breathed out, your thumb grazing the apples of his cheeks as you stared right into those brown eyes you've grown to adore and more. "You saved me," you sobbed, flashing him a small smile laced with gratitude. "You saved me."

Tom nodded slowly with a hum, eyes staring right back at yours with the utmost adoration coating them, although in a few short seconds, it was quick to be replaced by worry. "You n-need to g-go," he hissed in pain, his hand grabbing your wrist to try and pry you away from him. It still wasn't safe to stay and he wanted nothing more than for you to be as far from harm, well and alive.

"No! I'm not leaving you here," you protested, a sob tied at the end of your sentence as you took his hand and placed it back on your cheek. And he held it there, channeling all the strength he had left for him to feel your skin for a couple moments more. "Help is on the way just, s-stay with me," you croaked.

Tom's breathing started to turn labored, his head falling back gradually as there was not much strength left for him to keep it still. "Hey! h-hey, look at me," you rushed, command in your tone as you went to hold his face with both hands, keeping his head steady only to see that his eyes were slowly fluttering close. "Keep those eyes open! Keep those eyes open," you said through gritted teeth, your man listening to your voice that was filled with desperation as he met your gaze again.

"P-Promise me—" Tom interrupted himself with a cough of blood, letting out a soft groan before his eyes were back on yours. "Promise me, y-you'll find h-happiness."

"N-no, don't say that, you're going to be okay." You shook your head desperately with a whimper.

"Promise me," he repeated, voice firmer this time.

Your bottom lip trembled. "I promise, just h-hold on, p-please," you choked. "Somebody! Please h-help! Please!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, urgently looking towards nothing, a sob following suit as your voice broke, hope slowly leaving you.

"H-hey, sweetheart, l-look at me," Tom called out as he tapped your cheek weakly. A whimper escaped your lips as you met his gaze once again, the emotion that shined in them so clear as day. He knows that it was time, and the certain look he was giving you made you understood. Although, you still shook your head in pure denial, muttering protests after protests under your breath as you gave his hand that rested on your cheek a tight squeeze while you kept the other steady on his face, horrified to let go even for a split second for he might be gone when you do.

"I love you," Tom breathed out, voice soft but the truth loud and clear. It was the first time he had uttered those three words, and you so wished it was done in a much, much more different circumstance. You leaned down to swiftly capture his lips in a bitter-sweet kiss, a sigh coming out of him only to be mirrored by a soft cry from you.

"I love you too, oh so much," you whispered to no one but him and him only, pulling away to meet his eyes, a certain glow now coating them at the sound of those lovely words filling up his ears. A satisfied smile made its way onto Tom's lips, his eyes locked with yours, glowing with utmost love.

But as Tom took in one deep, sharp breath, you held yours, only letting it out in a form of an excruciating sob once he completely stilled in your arms. His hand slowly slipped away from your face until it fell limp on his side, his chest laying flat, no more sign of any movement.

"No, no, no," you cried, tapping his cheek to get him to move again but to no avail. You shook your head frantically, your tears blurring your vision some more, heart in your throat as the droplets coated his face at a faster pace. "No! P-Please!" you screamed, cupping his face with trembling hands, letting go for a moment to hold his shoulder, shaking him harder in utter anguish. "C-Come back! P-Please! Come back to m-me." Your fingers found its way back to rest on his cheeks as you choked in short breaths, his eyes wide open but already dimmed, those bright, brown beautiful eyes somewhat turned gray.

"Don't leave me please," You croaked out, voice now hoarse from all the crying you've done. "I can't live without you. Please, come back to me," you whispered one last time, taking a few seconds more to stare at his face, looking at him as a flicker of hope coated your eyes for a split second before it completely died out. You dropped your head onto his chest and let out deep, broken sobs, choking in sharp breaths in between each sound that only made things more heart wrenching to hear.

It was so hard for Tom to keep his own tears at bay, a stinging, horrible feeling gripping at his chest as you cried your heart out. To watch the absolute hurt across your beautiful features, the desperation on trying to "bring him back" was too much of a painful sight to see. If he had a choice he would've opted on closing his eyes, but Jessica had specific instructions to keep them open, to make it more realistic, more effective in a sense that it would pull at the viewer's heartstrings a bit more.

But my God it was so hard to watch you be in so much pain and lay completely still, the heartbreaking sound of your sobs, the way you begged, it was absolute torture, especially when he can't do anything about it just yet. And the way your touch was frantic, desperate, it was hurting his heart harshly, agonizingly and he so badly wanted it to end because he can't take any more of just watching you go through so much pain. But most especially, he wanted it to end for your sake.

At the sound of your own cries, lungs burning with your head pounding, ears ringing, chest too tight and filled with utmost pain, you didn't even notice Jessica call out cut. The moment you knew it was all done was when you felt strong arms wrapping around your form that was still shaking with sobs.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's over darling," Tom rushed as he sat up quickly, prying you away gently so you could meet his eyes. It broke his heart to pieces when he saw the hurt that still coated your orbs, though he was glad to see the relief slowly seeping back in once you blinked away the tears. You finally snapped out of it once you were able to take a good look at him, your bottom lip trembling as you tilted your head to the side, as if to examine if he was actually real. "I'm okay, see?" Tom hummed, voice gentle as he took both your hands and placed one on each of his cheeks, his skin warm against your touch. "I'm here my love."

All you could do was nod with a breath of relief, body falling forwards so you could sink into his arms, not a care in the world about the fake blood that drenched him. You just needed to be close to him.

Tom sighed as he pulled you tighter in his embrace, pressing his warm lip against your crown in the process. "Breath my darling angel, it's over," he murmured, followed by sweet nothings as his hand ran up and down your back comfortingly, your breathing slowly growing calmer at the tender sound of his voice.

You stayed like that on the ground for a minute, Tom only pulling away slightly when he heard footsteps approaching. "Do we need another take?" he asked dreadfully as he saw Jessica make her way over. He desperately didn't want you to go through that all again but it was out of his control. And if another take was needed, he's going to have to ask for an hour break, for your sake.

You lifted your head up just in time to see Jessica shake her head no, gesturing towards the both of you as satisfaction coated her face. "It's already the best for me. I mean, they call you two the one-take-wonder duo for a reason. And I've got tears in the crews' eyes to further prove my point." With a knowing look, she added, "But you two can watch it back if you like."

Tom turned to you, hand going up to wipe the couple more tears that littered your skin, touch sweet and reassuring. "Do you want to?" he asked softly.

You gave out a small nod. "Yeah, maybe I can do things better," you sniffled.

Tom scoffed loudly at that, gawking at you with wide eyes, taking full offence of your own words for you. "Are you kidding me? That was already amazing," he stressed. "Quit being so overly critical of yourself, darling," he added, taking both your hands in his comfortingly.

"Thank you bubba," you whispered, looking at him with an adorable pout, eyes glowing with the utmost gratitude that Tom felt his heart melt ten times over, especially with the nickname.

He flashed you a bright smile. "Now, let's get you off this wet floor." And that he did as he helped you up, pulling you in for another warm hug once you've got your feet under you.

Crew members quickly crowded you both as they helped you out of the now wet hoodie and coat, giving you each some water and two big, black warm jackets to compensate for the cold. You and Tom then made your way over to the director's chair right after.

You now stood beside Tom in front of the monitor as they started to play the clip back. Both your arms were fully wrapped around him, cheek pressed up against his chest as he slung his arm over your shoulder. His heart was turning soft at how adorable you were being, although he felt a sense of worry as well, since it seemed like you were scared to be too far away from him.

Even when they were fussing around the two of you, he saw how you kept giving him a glance, like you were scared to let him out of your sight. And once they were done, you were quick to grab his hand, as if you didn't want to feel the absence of his touch for far too long. So, he made sure to keep you as close as he can, giving you random kisses and squeezes in comfort from time to time, to reassure your mind that he was, in fact, here.

"Whew, look at you go," Tom praised, staring in pure awe at the monitor as he rewatched your performance, giving your arm a loving squeeze with a kiss on the forehead to match. "You make me look so talentless, love."

"Shut up," you said in pure disagreement given that his performance was breathtaking just as always. He did make things more real, made it hurt even more the way he portrayed dying so well. Your own performance improved because of his. As said in the beginning, you two just bounce off each other so well.

You peeked at the monitor for only short moments as you can't bear to watch it back fully, snuggling into him every once in a while with your eyes fluttering close. Tom was quick to notice this, giving you another peck on the forehead to remind you that it was okay, that things were alright. You hummed at his sweet gesture, squeezing his torso lovingly in return.

"Damn," Tom gushed once the clip ended, wiping away the stray tear that slipped with the back of his hand before turning to you with nothing but utter pride in his eyes. "And the Oscar goes to..."

"Stop," you whined, burying your face on his chest shyly, prompting a hearty chuckle from him.

"One-take-wonder duo I tell you," Jessica admired, giving you both claps on the back before she lifted up her megaphone. "That's a wrap everyone!"

Loud cheers and applause filled the air, Tom giving you a tight, warm hug as you both slowly relaxed in each other's embrace, glad that the day was almost over. You then made your way to where your teams were sat. Both of you were quick to notice how most of them were smiling proudly at the two of you with a bit of shine in their eyes.

"Harry," Tom gasped as soon as his brother came into view, Harry's face red with a faint sniffle coming out of him. "Were you crying?"

"No," the young lad grumbled, turning away in hopes to hide the way he wiped his face but still failing miserably.

"Oh Harry come here," Tom lets go of you for a moment to tackle his brother in a bear hug, making smooching noises as the older sibling tried to give the other a kiss on the cheek, Harry squirming like his life depended on it. You couldn't help the soft laugh from escaping your lips at the sight of the two boys, Tom's head perking up at the sound, a bit of relief coating his features as he tilted his head at you with a smile of his own.

"Get off you div," Harry groaned, pushing Tom away playfully, the older lad laughing before pulling away from him. "It's not my fault you two made it look so real. I genuinely thought Tom died for a second."

"Aw, thanks bro—"

"Correction, Y/N made it so real. The moment you started crying," Harry paused, blowing out his cheeks with a shake of his head, turning to you with both hands up in surrender. "I went."

"Thank you Harry." You shot the young lad a tired but grateful smile, giving him a quick but lovely hug.

"I'll let that pass for now because I do agree," Tom said, shooting his brother a playful glare before he made his way back to you, arms taking home around your waist as he looked at you adoringly. "You were incredible my love."

You smiled at him, leaning closer so you could give him a sweet kiss, just to show more of your gratitude. Tom hummed in pure satisfaction against your lips, giving your waist a tender squeeze before pulling away.

"Let's wrap up the day shall we?"

With that, the two of you made your way over to the wardrobe trailers to get out of the dirty work clothes and into comfier ones. Once out of the trailer, you now wore a pair of black leggings and Tom's pink hoodie to which he insisted on letting you wear over your tank top, given that it was starting to get colder out. He, on the other hand, wore his black sweatpants and a tight maroon t-shirt, handsome as ever but the make up on his face—the bruises, cuts, fake blood—were a bit of a distraction, feeding more thoughts to your still troubled mind.

"Come here, love." Tom beckoned you over once he noticed how you stared at him with a certain look in your eyes and a matching frown. His warm hands found yours, pulling you closer to him so he can give you loving kisses all over your face, all sloppy, loud and sweet. He only stopped when he was satisfied with the little giggles that escaped your lips. "Stop thinking too much, darling."

You flashed him a smile, nodding to say that you understood. "Are you not cold?" you asked in concern, slight guilt swimming in your orbs given that you somewhat stole his hoodie. Tom chuckled with a shake of his head, slinging his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to his side as you then made your way to the make-up trailers.

"As long you're here beside me? My human heater? Never."

***

It was finally time to get back to the hotel.

You and Tom sat at the very back of the van, your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested atop of yours. You've been nothing but silent the whole ride, Tom not pestering you much because he knows you were drained to the bone. He just gave you occasional squeezes on the thigh, his fingers sometimes drumming some random beat just to distract you a little for what was going on inside your mind.

The moment your shared hotel room door closed, lock clicking in the process, Tom dropped your bags on the floor with the loudest sigh of relief.

"Shower together?" Tom offered with a wriggle of his brows, jokingly of course as there was no malice in his intent. You both were too tired for it, a simple shower would suffice.

A sweet smile made its way onto your lips as you nodded, taking up on his offer.

Tom moved over to you to give you a short kiss, mumbling a 'wait here' against your lips before pulling away and disappearing into the bathroom. He came back out not long after sporting nothing but his black boxers, beckoning you over with an open palm to which you gladly took. Hot steam met your skin as you stepped inside the en suite, Tom stopping by the sink as he turned to face you.

"Arms up," he said, your brows furrowing in confusion but you did as told anyway. Once you have both hands in the air, Tom took hold of the hem of your—his—hoodie and lifted it up your body, a pout making its way onto your lips once it was off. He gave your jutted out lip a peck, chuckling at the slight confusion on your face before he went to take your tank top off next.

"I'm not a baby anymore Tom. And I didn't lose any limbs," you pointed out with a soft giggle, top-half now naked in front of him

"Says who? As far as I know, you're still my baby." He shrugged, hooking his fingers on the hem of your leggings and pulling them down—along with your underwear—until he was squatted on the floor. He tapped your thigh lightly, silently telling you to lift each leg up one by one so he can take off the fabric fully. Now, you were left completely bare for him. You looked down at your man and shot him a pointed look, Tom meeting your gaze through his eyelashes as he lets out a sweet chuckle.

"Just let me take care of you love, you've had a long day," he hummed, giving each of your thighs a chaste kiss before he stood back up to his full height. He just wanted to let other things occupy your mind instead, didn't want you to sit too long and think about the scene you just did. Plus, he really did want to just take care of you, to show you the utmost love and affection as you deserve nothing but all and more, especially after today.

Another sweet kiss landed on your lips before he got rid of his boxers next, taking your hand soon after as he guided you inside the glass shower box, pulling you right under the hot water. And take care of you was exactly what he did as he helped you wash up as well. You've told him a couple of times how he was being a bit much, especially when he stole the loofa off your hands to do it himself, shampooed and conditioned your hair. But he simply repeated the same thing over and over:

"Just let me take care of you."

A few more giggles and chuckles with a couple sprinkles of making-out later, you two got out of the shower and dried up. Then after that, Tom gave you one of his shirts to wear—paired with only your panties—and helped you blow dry your hair so you could take a quick nap, an easy breezy task for him since it was not the first time. He's done it before on various occasions.

Once you were soundlessly asleep—after a few more kisses from him as he tucked you in because yes, your boyfriend is extra—Tom took it upon himself to order in some food, that way you'd have something to eat when you wake up, knowing that you probably wouldn't want to go anywhere to have a meal. He sent Harry a text in the process saying that the two of you would be staying in for the night in case the team wanted to go out for dinner.

In his gray sweats and white t-shirt, Tom sat down on the couch right by the window near your side of the bed, pulling out his computer to get a bit of work done while he waits. He didn't want to risk waking you up by slipping in beside you, didn't want to disturb your blissful sleep.

He kept giving you glances from time to time, just to check up on you, his heart growing bigger whenever he does so. Warmth just spreads across his chest each time he sees your beautiful face with nothing but slumber and peace coating your features.

The food arrived about thirty minutes later, Tom setting his laptop down to open the door, room service strolling in with fresh and hot food. He closed the door after he tipped the guy generously, walking over to the table to take some chips off the plate, humming at the wonderful taste.

Opting on letting you sleep for a couple minutes more, Tom went back over to the couch. But just as he was about to sit back down, he heard you let out a troubled groan in your sleep. Surely enough when his gaze landed on you, your face was now contorted in pure distress, brows knitted together as you shifted on the bed, one hand desperately clinging on the pillow while the other on the white sheets.

"Tom!" you yelped and bolted straight up, eyes frantic and chest heaving as you looked around the room for him.

"Hey! Hey." Tom was by your side in an instant, the bed dipping as he sat down, his hands cupping your face gently to make you look at him straight in the eyes. "Darling, hi, I'm here," he whispered with a sweet smile, heart aching at the sight of fear and the fresh sets of tears that now coated your eyes.

Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at him for a couple seconds, moving closer towards him so you could bury yourself in his arms. "I'm sorry," you mumbled against his chest, both your arms wrapping around his torso as you let out uneven, shaky breaths.

"Nothing to apologise for angel. It was just a nightmare," he murmured, rubbing your back sweetly as he swayed you side to side. "It's okay, you're okay." He held you like that for as long as you needed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear in hopes that it'll help you calm down. Tom only loosened his hold around when you softly pulled away, breathing now calmer, sniffling close to none.

"Want to watch a movie while we eat? The chips are really good," he said, both hands now holding your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly as he wiped away the little tears that sat on your skin. "Spider-Man: Far From Home so we can nitpick and criticize my performance together?" he added jokingly, earning a soft giggle from you as you nodded.

With half of the food gone, you were well into fifteen minutes of the movie. There were a couple of pauses done of course. Now you were snuggled up cozily beside him, your head on his chest as he rested his back against the stacked pillows. He had one arm over your shoulder to keep you close, fingers grazing up and down your arm soothingly while his eyes were set on the screen in front, his warmth comforting you in more ways than one.

The whole pole sequence in Venice was when he felt you start to shift in his arms, a shaky breath coming out of you when you saw him hit that wall as he got drenched in water. And then you spoke,

"Tom, what if—"

"Stop it right now and don't even finish your sentence," he scolded, already knowing where you were going with this. You pulled away from his embrace and sat up straighter just so you could have a full look at him, a deep frown already on your lips.

"You do your own stunts," was all that you said, but Tom already knew what you meant by it, didn't need you to explain further.

With a sigh, he sat up as well, touch tender as he ran it up and down your arms. "Darling, I am being careful with the stunts, you know that. And when it's something too dangerous, you also know that I refuse to do it," he said. "Plus, you're right there to stop me when I'm pushing myself too hard. You're looking out for me too, my love."

Even though you gave him a nod, Tom saw how that still didn't ease your mind, saw it clear in your eyes. He couldn't blame you either knowing how that scene made you think the worse of thoughts. He understood you completely, knowing that if the roles were switched, he would be behaving just the same if not much worse with how overprotective he is of you. He'd probably wrap you in a bubble to be honest, to make sure you're as far away from harm as possible and that nothing was going to happen to you.

"Come here," he hummed, taking your hands and pulling you close until you were straddling his lap, giving your fingers warm kisses before he placed them, flat against his cheeks. Tom's warm palms found their way under his shirt that you wore, settling his hands right on your waist, his thumb running over the swell of your belly fondly, skin touching skin, makes you feel much closer to him.

Tom gaped up at you with nothing but absolute love in his eyes, a glow that's made your heart grow warmer, a look that's added more sincerity to his words. "Nothing's going to happen to me okay? You're going to be stuck with this very handsome face for a long, long time."

You giggled at that, dipping your head so you could capture his lips in a kiss filled with the rawest of emotions from gratitude, happiness, adoration, passion, love. Tom didn't need words for him to know that you were thankful for him, that you were so happy to have him in your life, he can already feel it. Your actions will always speak louder volumes, justifying all the emotions you needed to get across that simple words never could.

With a satisfied groan, Tom pulled you even closer, his hands snaking up your bare back, your shirt hiking up at his action. He felt up your warm skin deliberately, touch driven with passion as he nibbled on your bottom lip, wanting to taste more of you. You happily obliged with a soft moan, your fingers treading through his slightly damp curls as you welcomed him in. And Tom made his presence known through his touch, to remind you that he is here with you, that he will always be here, and that he is—

"Not going anywhere."

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