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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 9

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Swearing, mentions of smut, smoking, fluff, light anxiety, teasing, LGBTQ+ themes, struggles with sexuality, violation of privacy

Word Count: 12.1k

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Part 9.1: Walking on Sunshine

Wednesday, April 5th, 1989

The remaining days of you and Eddie having the house to yourselves have been pure bliss. He wakes you up with kisses every morning, which usually leads to amazing morning sex. After that, you share a shower and some breakfast before Eddie leaves for work or a few deals. You study until he comes back home, and he goes down on you as a reward for working so hard. The rest of the day is spent either trying a new page from the book he gave you, or snuggling up to him while he continues crafting the new campaign, or both. You've occasionally distracted Eddie from his tedious planning by giving him head, earning a few utterances of 'slut' and 'good girl' from his lips as you do so.There's a perfect balance of connection and intimacy in your relationship, you cherish every minute you get to spend together.

Mom and the kids are coming back today, she called this morning before they got on the road. Eddie doesn't have to work, so you've just been cuddled up on the couch watching TV. You’re laying between his legs, his large hands massaging your shoulders as The Price is Right plays on a low volume. "You excited for everyone to come home, love?" Eddie speaks softly to you, working your tired muscles between his fingers.

"Yeah, I've missed them a lot. But it's also been really nice having some time alone, just the two of us." You reply, eyes fluttering closed as you melt in his touch. It's innocent enough, but everything he does is like magic.

"I know, sweetheart. I've definitely enjoyed being here with you too. Although, I think Wayne has been missing me. He waits up for me to go change for work so he can chat with me. I feel kinda bad for leaving him all alone. He doesn't exactly have a lot of friends." He sounds sad, guilty even. Wayne's done so much for him, the least he can do is be around to spend a little time with him.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say so? I know he's important to you, I feel selfish for having you here instead of the trailer every day." You lean your head upside down to look at him, gazing in his eyes. He just smiles at you, finding your position a bit silly.

"It's not a huge deal, Y/N. I told him why I haven't been around as much, he understands. He said we should have dinner with him some night before he heads off to the plant. He'd like to get to know you better. But only if that's something you wanna do." Your eyes widen at this suggestion, dinner with Eddie's effective parent? That's a big step, but it's one you’re very eager to take.

"I'd love to! Did you have a particular day in mind?" You scramble to face him, straddling his lap. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, putting his arms around your waist.

"Well, I was thinking…Friday?" He knows it's a bit short notice, but there's another reason for the particular day he's chosen.

"Sure!" You lean in to kiss him, and he gladly meets you in the middle. You pull away a second later, realizing what day next Friday is. "Wait a minute." You raise an eyebrow at him, and he just smirks at you.

"What?" He asks, playing dumb.

"Isn't Friday our one-month anniversary?" You don't really expect him to hold milestones like that in high regard, but then again, he always seems to blow expectations out of the water.

"Why, yes it is, I'm so glad you remembered!" He laughs, speaking sarcastically. You smack his chest playfully, he's such a cheeky little shit sometimes. It's crazy to think you've almost been together for a whole month. It feels like just yesterday that Eddie accidentally hit you with his van and graciously bandaged you up. "So, what'd you get me?" He asks, sneakily trying to figure out what kind of gift you'd give him.

"You'll just have to wait and see, baby. Can't ruin the surprise." You say in a sultry tone, though in reality you've got nothing planned. You're sure you can figure it out, finding time to take a secret shopping trip tomorrow.

"Well, I'm certainly looking forward to it, babydoll" His lips meet yours again, warm and slow. You begin to put together a plan for the perfect gift for Eddie, but you're gonna need some help. You make a mental note to visit Robin at Family Video to see if she'll assist you.

"I suppose I can't get a hint about what you're getting for me either, hm?" You ask, keeping your face very close to his as you speak.

"Nope. My lips are sealed, princess." He smiles slyly at you, his tongue playing at the edge of his mouth. He's very excited to give you your present, he just knows you're going to love it. "Hey, how long do we have until your mom and the kids come back?" He squeezes your hips, sending you a very clear message. You glance at the clock behind you, before turning back to Eddie.

"About three hours. You wanna go to the bedroom?" You ask coyly, batting your eyelashes as you play with his necklace between your fingers. Your hips grind into his lap once, making him groan.

"Anything for my sexy girl." He replies, snatching you into his arms so he can run down the hall and toss you onto the bed. You laugh at his antics, he's always up for a round with you. The two of you take your time, savoring every kiss, every touch. You're in no rush at all, your only goal is to enjoy each other in every way you can before everyone comes home.

Hours later, you hear the front door opening. The sounds of Mom calling out to you and all the kiddos running around stirs you from your post-fucking nap. Eddie's arms are holding you tightly, and he's snoring while drool forms a wet spot on his pillow. "Baby, wake up. They’re home." You try to wriggle from his grasp, but he just grumbles and tightens his grip. "Eds, come on." You carefully nudge him with your elbow, and his eyes squint open.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He asks, sleep staining his voice. He's so adorable like this, his hair lays over his face a little, and you can feel the muscles flexing in his arms as they cradle your naked body.

"Everyone's home. We gotta get up." You give him a quick kiss, bringing him into the waking world. He attempts to deepen it, but you stop him.

"No fair." Eddie whines, but you continue to make your way out of bed to redress. He sits up to look at you, his hair a frizzy mess. You giggle at him as he rubs his eyes, earning a glare from him. "What's so funny?" He asks in annoyance.

"You're just so cute when you're sleepy, but you can also be quite the grump." You turn away, reaching down to pick your discarded clothing from the floor. You hear him hop out of bed, running over to you.

"I'll show you a grump!" He shouts, trapping you in his grasp as he starts tickling you. You shriek in surprise, dropping your pajamas back on the carpet.

"Eddie! Quit it! We gotta get dressed!" You try to plead with him, but he refuses to heed your words.

"Who says we need clothes? I've always preferred being naked anyways, and I definitely prefer you naked." He cackles maniacally as he relentlessly wrestles you to the ground. You're laughing so hard, gasping for air, when there's a knock on the door.

"Sugarpuff? Is everything alright in there?" You hear Mom on the other side of the door, concern lacing her tone.

"We're fine, Ms. Henderson. Be out in a minute!" Eddie calls to her, still tickling you ruthlessly. Your stomach hurts from your laughter, and your face has gone beet red.

"Oh! Sorry, kiddos! I'll leave you to it!" She replies with a chuckle, walking back down the hall to help unload the car.

"Alright, you better get off me now. I feel like I'm suffocating." You struggle to speak, and Eddie thankfully yields this time. He helps you off the floor, gathering both your clothes to put back on. Once you're dressed, you walk down the hall to greet everyone while holding hands.

"Y/N! Eddie!" Dustin exclaims as you enter the livingroom. He runs to you, capturing you together in a tight hug. The other kids immediately join in, huddling around the two of you in a large cluster. Mom, Nancy, and Jonathan stand awkwardly, exchanging sympathetic looks with you and Eddie as the children continue to smother you.

"Well, I see the little demons missed us." Eddie quips, trying his best to return every hug as the kids shuffle around to take turns.

"It's really sweet. We missed you guys a lot. too." You squeeze each one of them real tight, your heart lighting up with affection.

"I'm sure you two found plenty of ways to keep busy." Erica says, giving her usual attitude.

"You know it!" Eddie replies, giving you a wink as your cheeks turn red. The room erupts in laughter, leave it to those two to always bring the humor. The hugs stop a little later, and the kids pile back into the cars to be driven back to their homes. Dustin rides along to see them off, and you and Eddie are left alone yet again. "We've gotta stop meeting like this." He jokes, wrapping his arms around you once you hear the vehicles pull away from the house.

"Oh, I don't know. I think I quite like meeting you, in every way." You say just as goofily, giggling as you go in for a kiss. You place your hands on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming into your right palm through his shirt. You keep the kiss brief, resisting the temptation to shove your tongue into his mouth. Your head lays against his shoulder, contentment blooming inside you. You just stand here, listening to each other's low breathing in your simple embrace. A mental picture develops in your mind, filing this moment away to keep for whenever you're apart. He kisses the top of your head, stroking your back with his fingers. "I love you, Eds."

"I love you too, sweetheart." He hugs you a bit tighter, and your arms snake around his torso to deepen the hold. Warmth radiates from Eddie, which always makes you feel safe. You nuzzle against him, trying to get even closer.

"You're so cozy, darling. I love being close to you. Can we take another nap? I'm still tired from earlier."

"Of course, baby. You want the bed, or the couch?" He asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm energy between you.

"Couch, please." You reply, loosening your grip on him so he can lay down. He gets comfortable, holding his arms out for you to join him.

"C'mere, sleepyhead." He coos, and you lay on your side between his legs, resting your head on his chest. He puts his arms over you again, and your eyes flutter closed as you lose a fight with a yawn. Eddie smiles at your cute noises, listening to you sigh and fuss as you try to get in a perfect position. When you stop adjusting, he notices your breathing slow down. You look so serene, eyes closed as your chest rises and falls steadily. He settles his head against the arm of the couch, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

Later on, Eddie's carefully nudging you awake as Mom brought home some KFC for dinner. "What is it, love?" You ask groggily, the words muffled against his chest. You lift your head, noticing Mom and Dustin taking out plates and forks to dish out the food. The smell of chicken fills the room, and your mouth waters. Your stomach growls at the scent, making Eddie chuckle.

"Sounds like you need some food, princess." He grins at you, patting your back to prompt you to stand up. You feel a little unstable as you get on your feet, almost stumbling as spots fill your vision. "You okay?" He asks, always concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little dizzy, I just need some water." The spots dissipate, and you go to the kitchen to grab a glass. You fill it at the sink, gulping down the whole thing in one go. You refill it before turning off the tap, walking over to the dining table to have a seat. Eddie sits in the chair next to you, taking your hand in his. You gaze at him, smiling kindly. He returns the look, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss to it. You can't help blushing whenever he does this. It's so simple, yet very effective at driving you crazy. He lets you go as Claudia and Dustin bring the food over to the table.

"Hope you're hungry, kiddos!" Mom says cheerily, glancing at the romantic exchange between you two. It's like you're a whole new person in her eyes, finally experiencing the happiness she knows you deserve. She's spent so many nights praying for you to find a way out of that tough shell you hid yourself inside when your father left, though she never let the true amount of worry she's felt show outwardly. Ultimately, she knew you had to find your own way out, and luckily Eddie’s come along to assist you. "Aw, you two are so darn cute."

"Mooooooom." You groan, pleading with your eyes for her to lay off. She puts her hands up defensively, focusing on dishing out the mashed potatoes and macaroni.

"Sorry, sugarpuff. I'm just happy to see you happy. Is that a crime?" She asks in jest, and you feel a bit bad for acting like a child about it.

"No, it isn't. Sorry." You almost mumble, reaching for the biscuits. You take one for your plate, gesturing the box of them at Eddie to see if he wants one.

"Ooh, yes, please!" He smiles, grabbing one for his own plate. He holds your gaze, noting your agitation. He leans in to you, speaking quietly. "Relax, angel. You realize things will go similarly at dinner with Wayne, right?" You just nod, forcing yourself to soften up. You can't help it, the walls still have a habit of trying to spring up every now and again. Your goal now is to eventually smash them to pieces, but that won't come as easy as you'd like. "How was the trip, Dustin?" Eddie asks, thankfully changing the subject.

Dusty perks up, practically bursting at the seams to tell you all about it. "It was amazing! We went fishing, and hiking on that old trail to look for wild berries. And of course we made tons of s'mores, but Jane kept burning her marshmallows!" He laughs at that last part, and you can't help sharing his joy. He proceeds to tell you every little detail of their vacation, and you listen intently. Sure, it kinda sucks that you missed out on the trip. But the way Dustin speaks about it, it’s almost like you were right there with them. The remainder of dinner goes smoothly, the four of you exchanging light conversation as you devour the food.

When you're thoroughly stuffed, you help Mom clear the table. Leftovers are put in the fridge, and dishes are rinsed and set aside for the morning. You exchange 'good night's with Mom and Dustin, before heading off to your room with Eddie. You plop onto the bed lazily, with your boyfriend following suit. "You tired, love?" You ask, feeling much more awake than you did earlier this afternoon.

"Not really. Why?" Eddie replies, reaching for the book on your nightstand. He'd started reading it to you before bed the last few days, Stephen King's Carrie.

"I'm not either, I think we napped too much today. But you can read to me if you like. I love hearing your voice." You sit up against the pillow, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"And I love reading to you, princess. You always watch me so intently, hanging on my every word. It's really cute." He pokes your nose with his finger, making you giggle. He opens the book to the marked page, snuggling closer to you before he starts reading. "Billy popped the headlights off as they breasted the next hill, dropped the gearshift into neutral, and killed the ignition." His velvet voice sways into your ears, feeding you a tale of empowerment and revenge. He makes it through almost the entire book before you're struggling to keep your eyes open. You insist he can continue, but he knows better than to let you miss anything. "Baby, it's okay. We can finish it another night, but you need to rest. And I've gotta work again tomorrow."

"Fine. I’ve got errands to run tomorrow anyway." You grumble, not wanting to surrender to sleep just yet. You've heeded its siren's call too many times already, but you can't find the energy to fight against it.

"Oh, is that so? Do you need a ride?" He asks, hoping he'll be able to sneak a peek at your shopping. He knows you've got nothing as of yet, you've been too busy spending time with him at home.

"No, no. I'll bike, I don't need you snooping around. I may be half-asleep at this point, but I'm not falling for your trickery." You lethargically wave a finger at him, a goofy look spreading on your face. "You're a sneaky little weasel, Eddie. And I can't have you ruining the surprise."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Y/N." He chuckles quietly, trying not to shake you too much as he laughs. He helps you sit upright again, slipping out of bed temporarily to flick off the light. You cling to him the second he lays back down, getting as close as you possibly can. He lets you get comfortable, laying his arms over you once you stop wiggling. "Goodnight, love." He whispers to you, unsure you've even heard him.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you." You say faintly, drifting off soon after. A contented smile grows on his lips, and he follows close behind you into a deep slumber.

Part 9.2: Photograph

Thursday, April 6th, 1989

"Princess, I gotta get up. We slept too long, I'm gonna be late unless I leave, like, right now." Panic laces his voice, which jolts you into the waking world. You rush out of bed, helping him gather his things and get dressed. The clock reads 10:30am, and his shift starts at 11:15. He'll be lucky to make it on time, you hope his boss won't be too hard on him. A few minutes later, he's practically running out the door after giving you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." He barely gets the words out before the front door shuts behind him. You won’t actually see him tomorrow for dinner. But that gives you plenty of time to start getting his gifts together.

"Hey, Mom? Can I borrow the Polaroid camera?" You ask, looking to find her eating leftover fried chicken for breakfast.

"Of course, sugarpuff! It'll need more film, though. We're almost out."

"Cool. I'm going shopping today. I'll make sure to pick some up." You reply, going to the pantry to get a poptart. You put it in the toaster, leaning against the counter as you wait for your pastry.

"What do you need it for? If you don't mind me asking." Mom's curiosity always gets the best of her.

"Just working on a present for Eddie. It's our one-month anniversary tomorrow. And we're gonna have dinner with his uncle at the trailer." You explain casually.

"Oh, Y/N! I'm so happy for you! Has it really been a month already? It seems like just yesterday you came home with all those bandages!" She gives you a big hug, overjoyed on your behalf. You return the embrace, smiling at the thought of your first night with Eddie. It was so special, and every time you've been together, it only gets better.

"Thanks, Mom. I'm really excited for tomorrow!" You can't contain your joy, you've never been so happy in your life before. It's an intoxicating feeling, and you hope it never ends.

"You really love him, huh?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I do. He's so amazing, Mom. He's kind, and sweet, and funny. He listens to me, and spending time with him is always so much fun. No matter what we're doing, it's like the world disappears and it’s just the two of us. You know what I mean?" You look at her, hoping she understands what you're saying.

"I do, kiddo. Your father and I used to be like that." Her face is smiling, but her eyes read as sad, almost bitter. Your expression falls a little, wondering if you and Eddie are doomed to end similarly. "Oh, Y/N. I don't mean it like that. Eddie's different, I can tell. He truly cares about you, more than anything in the world. There's no way you'll end up like us, I promise." She takes your hand, trying to reassure you.

"I know, Mom. I feel kinda bad, though. I'm not meaning to rub it in your face." You say guiltily.

"You're doing no such thing, sugarpuff. A mother should always be happy when her child finds love, okay? And I swear I'm so goddamn happy, I could just explode!" She laughs, bringing a small smile back to your face. "You picked a good one, sweetie. Everyone can see it, his love for you is written all over him."

"You really think so?" You question giddily, biting your lip.

"I know so! I'm your mother, aren't I? Where do you think you get your brains from? I'm a smart cookie, you know!" She laughs again, and you can't help joining in with her.

"Of course you are, Mom. You raised me and Dusty on your own, and you've done a damn good job at it. And I'm forever thankful for that." You squeeze her hand, exchanging a look of mutual love and respect. The toaster pops, signaling your breakfast is ready. You put the tarts on a paper towel, standing at the counter to eat with Mom. You don't say much else, just quietly munching in each other's presence. When you finish, you excuse yourself to your room to get dressed. "I better get ready if I'm gonna have time to get everything I need for tomorrow. But I enjoyed this little talk, Mom. We should do it more often." You give her another hug.

"Any time, sugarpuff. I take it you're biking today?" She asks, before letting you out of her embrace.

"Yeah, first time since the day it got wrecked. It's been gathering dust out there." You haven't really thought about it, but Eddie has managed to drive you to school every single day since that fateful Friday. You haven't even tested the bike to make sure it’s repaired to your liking, you've honestly been a bit scared to get back on it.

"Well, just be extra careful, okay? I doubt everyone is as patient and kind as Eddie is, especially in this town." She warns, worry plaguing her features again.

"No, I know. I'm in no rush today. I’ll be careful.." You reply, walking down the hall to your room. You throw on some jeans and the Hellfire shirt Eddie gave you, wanting to have an extra piece of him with you today. You tuck the hem into your pants, mimicking the way he wears it. You dump out your backpack, leaving your books and studying materials on the bed. You put your wallet and cigarettes inside the bag, before slinging it over your shoulder. You head for the entryway, slipping into your shoes.

"Have a good day, sugarpuff! And be safe!" Mom says from the couch, waving goodbye.

"I will, Mom. See you later." You walk outside, strolling across the yard to your bicycle. You look it over, ensuring there's enough air in the tires, that they rotate properly. The front one is a little mismatched, you guess Eddie's friend didn't have the exact replacement for it. You don't mind, it's just a slight color difference. As long as it's functional, that's all that matters. You bring it to the edge of the road, letting it dip off the curb to the pavement. You apprehensively take a seat, staring at the empty road ahead of you. You're anxious about riding again, last time ended with you getting all scraped up. You can do it, sweetheart. Just take it slow. Eddie's voice soothes you inside your head, putting your anxiety at ease. "I can do this." You speak aloud as you exhale deeply, putting your feet on the pedals to get moving.

Your ride goes smoothly. once you get over the initial fear. It’s like the accident never happened. You make your way downtown, easily navigating the busy streets until you reach the department store. You park your bike outside, walking in with a newfound confidence. There's a decent amount of people inside. Moms helping their kids pick out new shoes, husbands looking for anniversary and birthday gifts, and plenty of teenagers browsing the aisles aimlessly. You locate some Polaroid film first, which is easy enough. Next stop, the kitchen section, in search of a cookbook. You figure it like this, Eddie makes amazing French toast and spaghetti. So, a book of recipes could help him develop his skills. He positively lights up in the kitchen, cooking is clearly an expression of love for him.

"Something I can help you with, Miss?" An employee asks as she walks up to you. She can't be much older than you, though she acts very mature. She has a white plastic tag on her blazer, naming her as 'Liz'.

"Um, yes. I was wondering if you could help me find a good cookbook for beginners? It's a gift for my boyfriend." You speak awkwardly, you're not one to ask employees for help in stores. But it would be rather rude to deny the help if it's offered to you. Plus, you don't exactly want to end up purchasing too complex of a book.

"Of course! Follow me." Liz is more than happy to assist you, and not just because it's her job. You follow behind her, zoning out to the sound of her heels clicking on the tile floor as she leads the way to the item you're in search of. When you reach the shelf, she quickly picks out a couple choices. "These are best for when you're starting out, you can never go wrong with a Betty Crocker!" She hands them over to you, and you briefly look them over before deciding to buy them both. "Wise decision. I'm guessing he needs all the help he can get."

"Oh, no. The things he does know how to make are amazing. I think these will broaden his horizons. Thank you for the help, I really appreciate it." You smile at her, hoping she'll leave you alone now. She's nice enough, but the next thing you're shopping for isn't something you really want her help with.

"Any time. Is there anything else I can assist you with?" Liz asks, smiling wide.

"No, but thanks again!" You politely dismiss her. She nods, turning on her heels to find a new customer to help. You walk around the corner, locating the section you've always dreaded looking at in a department store. Lingerie. You've never really had a reason to shop in this part of the store before, and you don't find yourself to be particularly sexy either. Eddie calls you that all the time, and when you're with him, you almost believe it. Using this logic, you decide that even if you're not super confident about this, he'll enjoy it anyway. You look around at the displays, your eyes nearly boggling inside your head. Quadriplegic mannequins showing off lacy bras and panties, neatly organized tables and racks practically bursting with choices, almost every color of the rainbow on show.

"Hi! Is there something I can help you find?" You're startled as yet another employee accosts you while your eyes scan over the forest of intimates you've lost yourself in. You turn around to find an even younger woman than Liz, with teased hair and an obnoxious gum-chewing habit smiling at you. Her name tag reads 'Mandy'. "You look a little lost, girl. Are you looking for something as everyday wear? Or for someone special?" There's no judgment in her voice, she appears eager to help you find something you'll feel comfortable in.

"Um, it's my one-month anniversary with my boyfriend tomorrow. I need something that'll blow his mind." Your voice trembles as you speak, you don't mean to confess such a thing. Her face doesn't change much, except for a slightly warmer smile.

"Well, I can already see he's a very lucky guy." She says, taking in your figure for a moment. It's not suggestive or anything, more like she's checking your measurements with her eyes. "I think I have just the thing." Mandy walks away, leaving you standing frozen in place. A few minutes later, she brings back a beautiful black lace set that makes your lungs deflate. "This also comes in red, white, pink, nude, and navy. But, the black is most complimentary to your skin tone. And if it interests you to know, the panties are crotchless." You almost laugh when she says that, you've never even considered that as an option.

"Wow, um, he'll definitely love it." Is all you can manage to say, unable to make eye contact with the woman.

"Oh, you'll also need some pantyhose, let me grab those for you." Mandy hands you the set on the hanger, and you check the sizing while she's away. Your eyes widen, she got your exact measurement without even asking you. Seems like Mandy deserves a raise. She returns with the stockings, placing them on top of the small stack of items you've accumulated in your arms. "I also recommend wearing matching heels with this, if you have them. But that's up to you. Did you need anything else?"

"No, thank you, Mandy. I appreciate the help, truly. You're really good at this, by the way." You reply sheepishly, and she just laughs.

"Why, thank you! I hope your man appreciates the effort you're putting in for him." She gives you a wink.

"Oh, believe me he does!" You giggle, blushing at the thought of him. You seriously cannot wait for Eddie to see you in this, his eyes might just pop out of his skull. You mosey over to the checkout, trying to ignore the old crone at the register giving you a disapproving look for purchasing the lingerie set. She begrudgingly hands you your shopping bag once you’ve paid, and you stroll out the front door. You carefully put the items into your backpack, hopping on your bike to ride over to. Family Video.

Once you arrive, you've managed to catch Robin leaving her shift. You get her attention, waving to her. She comes over, unsure what you're doing here. "Hey, Y/N! It's been a while. What brings you here?"

"Well, um. I actually have something to ask you." You're very nervous to ask for her assistance with your little project, you don't exactly know her super well. You might end up freaking her out.

"Sure! What's up?" She says cheerily, very eager to assist you. Shit, everyone is ridiculously helpful today.

"So, me and Eddie have been dating for a month now." You start slowly, easing Robin into it.

"Oh, right! He came in to rent movies to watch with you that one time!" She pipes up, before realizing she's interrupted you. "Oh, sorry. Go on." She gestures at you, bowing her head slightly.

"Right, well, I bought something to wear as a present for him tomorrow. But, I wanted to take some...photos in it. Would you mind helping me out?" You're almost flinching as you await her answer, this whole thing is so strange. You're sure she'll say no, or that it's weird to ask. You just want to run and hide at this point.

"No fucking way!" Robin exclaims, before clarifying. "I mean, of course, I'll do it! I'm just surprised you're doing all that for him! I mean, he's nice and everything. I never took you as the kind of girl to do that. Not- not that there's anything wrong with it. I一" She continues to babble, but you stop her before she makes herself lightheaded.

"Robin, calm down." You grab her arms, trying to get her to slow down. She can really go on a rant if you let her, and God help you if you do.

"Sorry, I haven't really had anything interesting to do in a while. It's all shifts at the video store, and listening to Steve complain about having too much sex." You both laugh at that, and Steve leans out the door to wave at you. You wave back, and he looks worried that you're talking about him. Robin turns to you again. "So, you wanna do this right now?"

"Uh, yeah. You think my bike’ll fit in your trunk?" You ask, glancing at the car Robin was heading towards before you caught her attention.

"Oh, yeah! Bring it on over, I'll pop the trunk." You wheel the bicycle to the car, helping her place it inside. "Perfect fit. You still live with your mom, right?" She asks, slipping into the driver’s side. You go around to the passenger side, getting in next to her.

"Yeah, you know the address?" You ask, surprised that she remembers after all this time.

"Oh yeah, me and Steve have dropped Dustin off many times. I know the route like the back of my hand." She grins at you, clearly she's been in need of some girl-time. Her demeanor puts your nerves at ease, you've always found her to be a trustworthy person. You couldn't have asked a better friend for help.

She pulls into your driveway a little while later, and you notice Mom's car is gone. She's at work and won't be home for hours, which is good. You definitely don't want her to interrupt your little photoshoot. Robin parks awkwardly, causing the car to jolt. "Sorry, I'm still mastering the art of driving."

"I can tell." You wince, the ride over has been quite nauseating. You aren't one to get car-sick, but the way she kept going and stopping was like a boat riding the waves. She gives you an apologetic glance, clearly embarrassed at her lack of skills on the road. "It's okay, Robin. I don't mean to be rude." Her mood lightens, and you lead her inside the house and to your room.

"Nice place. I don't think I've ever been inside before." Robin says, taking in the family photos and shag carpet as you walk down the hall. You open the bedroom door, and she giggles at the sight. "Wow, it's very girly in here." She spins around to look at everything, oddly intrigued by your living space. "It's really cute." She says as she meets your eyes.

"Thanks!" You smile kindly at her, she seems a little out of her element. Robin's always been a little odd, but you admire that about her. You set your bag down on the floor. "Wait here, I gotta grab the camera." You say, and she plops down onto the edge of your bed. You retrieve the camera from Mom's room, checking to see how much film is left. Not much, good thing you picked some up. You walk back in, closing the door. Robin seems to have located the D20 and booklet from your nightstand in your absence, flipping through the pages with widened eyes. "Oh, my God! What are you doing!" You shriek, cheeks going red as she's found something very private and personal to you. You snatch the items from her hands, putting them inside the nearest drawer and out of sight.

"Sorry, they were just...out. I wasn't meaning to pry, I got curious." She looks down at her hands, ashamed for embarrassing you. You sigh, plopping down beside her.

"It's fine, really. But if you breathe a word about it to Steve, or anyone for that matter, I’ll have to kill you. Slowly and painfully." You warn, cracking into a smile to show her you're not that serious about it. She laughs at your words, glad that you're not too upset.

"Can I ask something, though?" Robin says quietly, meeting your eyes again.

"Yeah, anything." You reply, unsure what her question might be.

"Exactly how many of those pages have you and Eddie tested already?" She inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Um, about half of them. We've gotten a few repeats, you know, with the die leaving it up to chance and all. He made it for my birthday, actually." You recall, cheeks heating up a little as you speak.

"Way to go, Y/N!" She gives you a high five, further lightening the mood as you share another laugh. "And I figured it was his doing, I'd recognize his artistic style anywhere. Dustin's always showing Steve all the cool stuff Eddie draws for D&D, and I just so happen to be around to look over his shoulder."

"Eddie is very talented. He made me this, too." You hold up the guitar pick around your neck, and Robin leans in close to read it.

She gasps at how adorable it is, truly surprised. "Oh, my God, that is so sweet! I never took him for such a romantic."

"Me neither, but he's always had an affinity for turning expectation on its head." You can't help your gaze drifting as you think about him, your cheeks blushing deeper. Robin takes notice, quickly getting excited.

"You love him, don't you?!" She slaps your arm playfully, drawing your attention.

"I really do!" You give an ecstatic nod, meeting her eyes. "You wanna know a secret?" A sly smile plays on your lips, and Robin can't resist a juicy detail to save her life. She nods silently, eyes sparkling with glee. "He said 'I love you' first."

"No fucking way!" She cries ecstatically, jumping off the bed to pace as she soaks this information in. "When did he say it? Was it really romantic? Does he mean it?" Her mouth spits out a long stream of questions at you, desperately needing to know everything about that day.

"I'll tell you all the details, but please, sit down! You look like you're gonna explode." You chuckle, patting the bed again. She lets out a deep breath, taking a seat once more. Her head rests in her palms as she sits cross-legged to patiently listen to you. "Okay, so we'd only been seeing each other for about five days. Eddie was picking me up from school, and he was in his cute little work uniform. I'd been thinking about him all day, so we did it right there in the parking lot, where anyone could see. We looked into each other's eyes the whole time, it was sooooo intense. And then afterwards, he said it. Of course, he got all adorably flustered and almost talked himself out of it!"

"That is insane! For him to say 'I love you', and so soon? Damn, you must be something really special to him." She marvels.

Your smile falls when the word 'special' leaves her lips. "I sure hope so."

Robin catches on to your uncertainty, digging a little deeper. "What do you mean?" She puts her hand on yours, which takes you aback. You tense up, relaxing once you realize she's just trying to comfort you.

"I mean, he tells me how 'special' I am all the time. And he's so sweet, and kind. I'm sure he means it. I just wonder if I'm really worth all that. You know?" You keep your eyes trained on your lap, slipping towards the deep dark pool of self-doubt again.

"Look, I may not know you super well or anything. But from what Dustin tells me, you're pretty fucking amazing! Plus, Eddie isn't the kind of guy to waste time on people or things that he doesn't deem worthy. So, quit sulking, and let's take some sexy pictures!" She squeezes your hand, pulling you back to sunshiney reality.

"Thanks, Robin. You're a good friend." You speak softly, smiling again. "I just have to change first, a lovely saleswoman named Mandy helped me find the perfect thing to wear. Oh, can you dig around in my closet for the black strappy heels? She recommended I wear them with it." You go for your bag, unzipping it to pull out the lingerie and Polaroid film.

"Uh, sure. But don't get mad if I'm lost. I've never been too savvy on women's fashion." She replies, reluctantly sliding your closet door open. Luckily, there's only one pair of shoes in there that match your description. She lets out a relieved sigh, grabbing the heels and bringing them back to the bed. Robin catches a glimpse of the black lace, eyes bugging out. "Yowza! You're really going all out, aren't you?"

"I suppose.” You shrug. “It's not the only thing I got for him. He's actually a pretty good cook, but he doesn't know how to make a lot of things. So, I got him a couple cookbooks. I think he'll like them. Although, I'm sure he'll enjoy this a hell of a lot more." You joke, closing your bag again. You stand upright to start undressing, and Robin awkwardly turns away from you. "You don't have to look away. It's just us girls here." You chuckle, there she goes being strange again.

"No I- I know. Just uh....naked people make me uncomfortable." She stutters, and you feel bad for laughing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think about that, but do what you need to do." You try to let her know it's okay, not wanting to be yet another person who treats her differently.

"Thanks. Most people don't get it." You can hear a smile in her voice, giving you one too. You remove your day clothes, taking the lacey set off the hanger. You hold it in your hands a moment, running the soft material through your fingers. You can't wait for Eddie to feel it 一feel you一 for himself tomorrow. You start with the bra, slipping your arms through the straps and closing the clasp. You're facing your vanity, watching yourself become clothed in the beautiful fabric. You admire your reflection as you put on the crotchless panties, the garter belt, the pantyhose. Once the stockings are secured to the belt, you turn around.

"You can look now." Robin shuffles to face you again, taking in the sight before her.

"Holy shit! You're so hot, you just might kill him!" Her jaw falls open, unable to believe how gorgeous you are.

"Well, I certainly want to knock him dead, but not literally." You giggle as you come over to the bed. You slip on the heels, boosting your height by a couple inches. You turn on the balls of your feet, checking the mirror again. "Hmm, I feel like I'm missing something. I think this look needs makeup." You sit at your vanity again, applying some light foundation and rosy blush. You line your eyes, adding a dark shadow to your lids. You finish it off with a cherry red lip. Perfect. You leave your hair down, tousling it with your hands a little to give it a sexed-up appearance. You make one last inspection in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. "Okay. I'm ready now. The camera is a little low on film, but I bought more while I was out. So, shall we?" Robin seems to have spaced out, her eyes glued to your torso. She notices you looking at her, averting her gaze immediately.

"Sorry, yeah. Let's get to it!" She laughs nervously, taking the camera in her hands. Robin stands as you climb onto the bed, tentatively holding the viewfinder to her eye as you figure out your posing. You start simple, sitting at the edge with your legs spread wide and feet planted on the floor. You grip your shoulders, letting your elbows rest against your tits. "Ooh, that's a nice start." Robin comments, getting ready to take the shot. "Don't forget to give a sexy smile." She adds, and you happily accept her suggestion, tilting your head to the side. The camera snaps, and the picture spits out the front of it.

You quickly move into a new pose, laying sideways with your head propped up on your elbow. Your other arm runs down your leg, stopping at your lower thigh. You spread your fingers apart, slightly pressing into your flesh. Another click of the camera goes off, signaling for you to move again. "You know, I wasn't so sure about this before. I was so nervous even being in the lingerie section in the store. But, actually wearing it now? I feel amazing." You marvel at your sudden burst of confidence, unable to believe wearing sexy underwear is enough to make you feel this good about yourself.

"Well, you seem like a natural to me." Robin replies, focusing on aiming the camera to keep herself from staring at your beautiful figure.

"Thanks." You're on your hands and knees now, giving the illusion of you crawling across the mattress. You arch your back, and lay the tip of your tongue on your upper lip to suggest that you're licking it. Robin captures it, and that's the end of the old film. You retrieve the new pack for her, and she quickly loads it in. "Hey, you wanna come closer? I'd like to get some of me laying down." You ask as nicely as you can, not wanting to order her around.

"O-okay." Robin replies, slowly inching her way over. She refuses to bring the camera away from her eye, keeping the other one tightly closed. You lay back, splaying your hair around the pillows. Your arms reach straight out across the bed, and you slightly bend your knees with your legs held together. *click* You bring a hand to your breast, squeezing it. And you playfully bite the index finger of your other hand, keeping your legs in the same place. *click* You position your arms lazily by your head, and arch your back off the bed. You let your mouth sit slightly agape, letting out a small sigh. *click*

"That's probably enough for this position." You say, noticing Robin's shaking a little from leaning over so far to hold the camera above you. She moves to the side of the bed, and you lay down on your stomach. You bend your knees so your feet are in the air, ankles crossed. Your chin rests on your fist, giving a playful look. *click* You sit up on your knees, back turned to Robin. You turn to look over your shoulder at her, another sultry smile displayed on your red lips. *click*

"Can I make a suggestion?" Robin pipes up, which almost startles you as she's been pretty quiet this whole time.

"Sure."

"Can you lay your head upside down over the edge?" You do as she asks, which lets your hair hang almost to the floor. "And then hold your legs in the air, knees bent like the other pose you did while laying down." Again, you imitate her request. "And...I dunno, hold your hands out to the sides, gripping the edge of the mattress." You do. "And let your mouth fall open, like wide but not too much. You know?" She really seems to have an eye for this stuff, you make a note to tell her she should pursue photography. *click* “Amazing.” She comments.

"I think one more should do it, but what I have in mind is probably a bit vulgar. Are you okay with that?" You ask, not wanting to make Robin any more uncomfortable than she already is. Even when she was leading you for a moment, her voice was trembling.

"That's fine." She replies, still aiming the camera. You get in your final position, sitting on your knees again but facing her this time. You're giving a three-quarter profile, and you slip one hand between your legs. You don't actually touch yourself, that wouldn't be appropriate. But you pretend you are, bringing your other hand to your chest again. You gently cup your breast, and let your head fall slightly back and to the side as you let out an exaggerated moan. *click* Robin almost drops the camera after the last photo is taken, she's shaking like a leaf now.

"Are you okay, Robin? Was that too much? I swear, I was just pretending." You get off the bed, going to her. You take the camera from her grasp, helping her sit down. She avoids looking at you, still trembling.

"I-I know. It's okay, I'm just..." She tries to form the words, but they won't bring themselves forward. She didn't expect to be so attracted to you, and she doesn't want you to find out and think she’s creeping on you.

"Robin, whatever it is, you can tell me. Here, let me put on a robe." You pull your robe from the closet, slipping it on to cover up. You sit back down beside her, taking her hands in yours. "What happened?" You ask, unable to figure out what exactly went wrong here. Her eyes are glistening, almost like she's going to cry. She looks at you, realizing how close your face is to hers. Her eyes flick to your lips, breath stuttering as she stares at their inviting red hue. She turns her head away, ashamed for thinking about you like that. You're straight, and have a boyfriend. There's nothing coming from your end, she doesn't want to make a big deal out of this. You noticed her looking at your mouth, the same way Eddie looks at your mouth before kissing you. "Oh." You say simply, understanding what's going on here.

"What?" Her eyes snap to you again, brows furrowed as she's confused.

"I think I know why you've been so nervous. I don't want to assume anything, but I want you to tell me. And if I'm right, I just want you to know that it doesn't bother me." You say calmly, putting a hand on Robin's shoulder.

"Okay, but please, don't tell anyone. Only Steve knows, and I can't have everyone in town knowing this information." She pleads with her eyes, and you comprehend just how important it is to keep her secret.

"I understand. My lips are sealed, okay?" You mime locking your lips and throwing away the key, making her crack a smile.

"So, I....like girls. And I didn't really think about it when you asked me to help you, I just wanted to be a good friend. But seeing you, in that, and that last pose. It was a bit much for me. I'm...very attracted to you." She winces at the last sentence, afraid that you'll freak out. But you have nothing but a kind look on your face, unphased by her words. "But I know you're straight, and with Eddie. I totally respect that. I can just be friends, if you're okay with that." She looks down again, waiting for you to throw her out or something.

"It's more than okay. Friends get feelings about friends all the time, but they usually pass. It's a natural thing to be attracted to people, Robin. I'm not weirded out by it. You haven't done or said anything out of line, alright?" You do your best to reassure her, but you understand something like this must be terrifying for Robin. If she tells even one wrong person, the whole town knows what she is and judges her for it. You pull her into a hug, and she softens into it. A few tears fall from her eyes to soak through your robe, but you don't mind.

"Thank you, Y/N." She says, barely above a whisper as she tries to contain her sobs. It's so frustrating for her to have to go through this process with someone any time she wants to come out. Her anxiety kicks in, there's always the possibility of the person rejecting her or telling other people. Sure, she's only told you and Steve, but she has to repeat this awful process every single time for the rest of her life. Always worrying about rejection, hoping for acceptance. It's not fair, but in a time like this, and a town like Hawkins, that's the way it is.

"You're welcome, although I feel like I'm doing the bare minimum here." You laugh, causing her to giggle through her tears. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me. That can't be an easy thing to do."

"It isn't. But so far, it's been worth it. Now I have two friends who know, that's twice as many as I had before. I dream of a day where everyone I know knows, though it's not very likely in our lifetime." Her voice is hopeful, but also tinged with melancholy.

"I'd like to think that day will come much sooner than expected. That's the optimist in me, I suppose." You joke again, which she finds amusing. You pull away from the hug, craving a cigarette. "Hey, you want a smoke? Figure you could use one after all that." You offer, standing up to retrieve the pack from your bag.

"Oh, no thanks. I don't smoke." She scrunches her nose, finding smoking to be utterly disgusting. She wipes her eyes, getting up to grab her things.

"That's alright, if you wanted to stick around though there's beer in the fridge." You'd like to hang out with her a bit longer, but she seems ready to leave right about now.

"Nah, I better get home. Thanks, though. We should hang out again sometime. You can bring Eddie and I'll drag Steve along." Robin offers.

"Sure thing!" You bring her in for another hug, before letting her go. "Oh, do you mind putting my bike on the side of the house? I meant to take it out before coming inside. I guess I got ahead of myself."

"No problem at all. I got it. I'd hate for the neighbors to see you in your underwear." She teases. "Bye, Y/N. I'll give you a call to hang out sometime, okay?"

"Sounds great, Robin. I'll see you around." You smile at her as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You hear the front door open and close, and you take your cigarettes over to the window. It slides open easily, and you pull a cig from the pack, bringing it to your lips. Flicking the lighter, you breathe the smoke in deeply. You hold the box loosely in your hand, brushing over the cute message written on it with your thumb. You're still on the same pack Eddie left in your bag a couple weeks ago, as he usually offers you one of his own whenever he's around.

You set your cigarette on the windowsill for a moment, walking toward your dresser to look over the photos Robin took. You bring the stack over to the window, continuing smoking as you inspect them. Fuck, they are gorgeous. They're a tad amateurish, since you've never done this before, but Robin is a decent photographer. Eddie is going to absolutely lose his shit over these. When you see the final shot with your fake moan, your eyes widen as you look at yourself. It's like you're seeing a completely different person, but it's just... you.

You finish your smoke, flicking the spent butt into the grass. You shut the window, drawing the curtain and putting the photos in your bedside drawer. You change back into your clothes, hiding the lingerie away for safe keeping to wear tomorrow night. The next hour or so is spent digging around the junk closet in the hallway to locate an envelope for the pictures, and either a gift bag or some wrapping paper for Eddie's cookbooks. There's fishing poles, board games, old photo albums, and various items scrambled inside the closet. You eventually locate the bin for gift-giving supplies, pulling it out. You sit on the floor, sifting through the mass of paper and bows in the thick plastic container. The front door opens again, with Mom strolling inside. "Hey sugarpuff, how'd your shopping trip go?" She calls to you, placing her purse on the hook by the door while glancing in your direction.

"It went very well. Eddie's gonna love his presents." You call back, finally finding some wrapping paper that isn't for Christmas or a birthday. You also find a red envelope that’s the perfect size for the Polaroids. You put the bin back in its place, shoving the random items that fell in your excavation back into the closet haphazardly. You meet her in the kitchen, setting the things you retrieved on the counter. You go to the pantry, taking out a snack-size bag of Lay's to reward yourself for your hard work.

"What’d you get him?" She asks, cracking open a Diet Coke and taking a big gulp.

"Well, he's a pretty good cook. I got some books of recipes for him to try." You answer before popping a potato chip in your mouth.

"Is that so? What does he make for you?" Mom questions curiously. She's quite eager to hear you talk about Eddie, she's his biggest fan at this point.

"Um, French toast, and spaghetti. I know that's not a lot, but when he makes them, it's the best I've ever had." You smile at the thought, the mention of French toast reminds you of how Eddie licks the stray syrup from your chin when you inevitably make a mess.

"Ooh, look at you! You always blush when you talk about him! It's so cute!" She squeals in delight. You can't help rolling your eyes, focusing on your snack to avoid her gaze.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Been hearing a lot of that lately." You can't help it, Eddie can make you so weak in the knees with just a look. Every word he says to you is kind and loving, every touch so warm and adoring. Even during the short periods where you have to be apart, he plays around in your mind all day. The mere mention of his name is enough to drive you wild.

"That's a good thing, Y/N. Everyone sees how much you care for one another. I'm sure Eddie gets an earful from his uncle about it, too. You're not the only person in the world with an 'overbearing' guardian, ya know." She chuckles, taking another sip of her soda.

"I suppose you're right. Apparently, Eddie tells Wayne all about me. It made him blush when his uncle brought it up one time." You giggle, remembering how red his face got. It was so devastatingly cute.

"I'm happy to hear it, sugarpuff. Are you all studied up for your final exams?" Mom's really kicking into high gear today, touching all the bases.

"Oh yeah, I crammed almost every day you guys were away while Eddie was at work. I'm anxious as always, but I'm definitely ready for it."

"Good to hear, I'm sure you'll ace everything. You always do, my little brainiac." She pulls you into a hug. "Well, I'll leave you to wrap your presents. You excited for tomorrow?"

"Yes, but also kinda nervous." You bite your lip, unsure how tomorrow will go. You've thought about it nonstop, agonizing over every potential answer to every potential question.

"What's there to be nervous about? It sounds like Wayne really likes you, and it's not like Eddie's proposing or something. Right?" She raises an eyebrow, wondering if that's even a future possibility.

"No, no. It's waaaay too soon for that." Marriage has never really crossed your mind before, and you doubt Eddie has thought about it either. The word itself sounds so final, scary, even. "Living together came up in conversation last week, actually. And we both want that someday, just not right now. I've got school, Eddie has Wayne. Plus, we have, like, no money for an apartment." Mom just looks at you as you list the many reasons as to why you can't move further in the relationship just yet.

"Is that really all that's stopping you? Money?" She asks seriously. Your eyes widen, her phrasing making you suspicious.

"Mostly, yeah. Everything else can be worked around I guess, why?" You give her an odd look.

“I'm just thinking, maybe I can help you out. Is this something you really want?" She knows you've never really asked her for anything, even as a child you didn't care to ask for extravagant things. As gifts, or otherwise. Maybe this can be her way to give you something you truly want, to reward you for all your hard work. You've made her so very proud, never backing down to a single obstacle that stands in your way in the pursuit of success.

"Mom, be serious! It's too early for that! And you don't exactly have extra money to throw around." There's no way in hell you're letting her pay for your rent. If anything, you should be paying her for letting you live at home for so long.

"Hey, now. We do alright. And...I may or may not have been squirreling away a few extra bucks here and there to give to you when you need it."

"Mom, no way! I can't ask you to do that!" You shake your head, coming up with every excuse in the book to shut down the idea.

"But you aren't asking, sugarpuff. I'm offering. And look, if it's still too soon for you, I understand. How about this? When you and Eddie have been together for six months, revisit the conversation with him. And if you both still want this, I'll pay for the first couple months, okay?" Your mouth tries and fails to form a response. Mom has always been so supportive of you, but this? She's already done so much over the years, this is overdoing it. "You don't have to say anything. Just...don't say no, for now at least. Think it over for a bit. When the time is right, come back to me. Deal?"

"Deal." You manage to squeak out the word, quickly embracing her again. You squeeze her so tight, this is the best gift she's ever given you. "Thank you so much, Mom. I love you."

"Love you too, kiddo. Now, go on! You've got some wrapping to do!" She pats your shoulder, shooing you away to return to your task.

"That I do." You beam at her, still flabbergasted at what she's offered you. "You're the best mom in the world." You say gratefully, heading back to your room with your things.

"You're damn right I am!" She laughs as she calls after you. You close the door, breaking out into a happy dance once you're all alone. You know this isn't a sure thing, but it's exciting to have some semblance of a plan in place. You debate telling Eddie, though maybe it's best to not get his hopes up. As much as you love each other, you're still in the 'honeymoon' stage. You could tell Robin though, she can keep a secret. You'll tell her all about this and your date as soon as you find the time.

You set the paper on the bed, pulling the books out of your bag. You hold them in your hands, feeling how thick and hefty they are. You really hope Eddie likes them, though you could probably give him a carton of cigarettes and he'd be happy. He's relatively easy to please, especially when it comes to you. You can't wait for tomorrow, your talk with Mom has definitely put your mind at ease. You have no reason to worry, it's just dinner. Wayne adores you, and Eddie loves you more than anything. You proceed to wrap the books together as one gift, it just seems easier that way. You've always been an expert at wrapping gifts, a skill you've graciously accepted from your mother. There's nary a wrinkle, tear, or sloppily placed piece of tape to be found.

Once the books are perfectly encased in the dark blue paper you dug from the closet, you put them on your vanity for tomorrow. You pull out the photos, looking through them once more before sealing them in the envelope. You locate a pen, writing 'Eddie, My Love' on the envelope in perfect cursive. It goes on top of the books, and you sit on your bed to look at the sealed presents. You wish it was tomorrow already, time never moves fast enough when you need it most. You hear the phone ring in the living room, and Mom picks it up.

"Eddie's on the phone for you, Y/N!" She shouts to you. That's odd, hopefully he's not calling to cancel or something. You leave your room, skipping down the hall to the phone. Mom hands it off to you, walking into the kitchen to nonchalantly eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Eddie?" You ask, curious as to what he's calling you for.

"Hey, angel. I've missed you today." Eddie speaks sweetly.

"I've missed you too, baby. What's up?"

"Well, I've got some bad news. Wayne isn't feelin’ so hot, so we'll have to do dinner another time." He sounds genuinely disappointed, he was so looking forward to sharing a meal with you and his uncle.

"Oh, okay. Do you need to stay home and take care of him?" Your heart sinks, you were really looking forward to this. But you know health comes first, and you can always celebrate another day.

"I actually offered to do that, but you know Wayne. Always a stubborn bastard, and he doesn't want me getting sick and potentially giving it to you. I was thinking we could go out somewhere. It's also occurred to me that I've been an improper gentleman, as I haven't taken you on an actual date before." He chuckles, making you giggle. He's so funny when he speaks formally.

"That would be great!” You chirp. “Not that I mind how we've done things so far. We're both not really ones for crowds." You add, so he won’t think you find the time spent together thus far as less than you expect from a relationship.

"Very true. But every girl deserves to go on nice dates, especially when they're you." God, he's such a charmer. You don't know where he gets it from, but it's so amazingly sweet.

"Well, far be it from me to say no. Where were you thinking of going?" There's not exactly a lot of options in Hawkins, but you'll have a candlelit dinner in an alley behind a fish market if it means you get to be with Eddie.

"I was thinking...a picnic in the park? I've heard those are very romantic." You can hear the smirk on his face, visualizing it in your mind.

"Oh, are they now?” You tease.

“I’d like to think so, sweetheart.” Eddie jests back.

“Well, I'm looking forward to it. Any notes on what I should wear?" You ask, your tongue poking into your cheek. You just can't help yourself sometimes.

"Something comfortable, and easy to get out of. You know I think you look gorgeous in anything...and nothing at all." His voice has darkened a little, sending a chill down your spine as he speaks directly in your ear.

"Naughty boy." You reply with a sultry tone, looking behind you to make sure Mom's minding her P's and Q's. You continue once the coast is clear, she must have gone to her room. "I might just have to punish you if you keep that up." You hear him gasp on the other end, wishing you could see the bulge growing in his pants right now.

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling. You have noooo idea." He nearly purrs through the phone. You almost whimper at his words, he really knows how to push your buttons. Apparently Eddie can hear your breathing change on the other end, wasting no time in pushing you further. "What's wrong, princess? You feelin' a little hot under the collar?" He's teasing you ruthlessly now. If only it were possible to pull him through the phone so you could pounce on him. But you know better than to give in so easily, two can play at this game.

"Oh, you know what? I am feeling a bit anxious, I may just have to go to my room and relax." You emphasize certain words, hoping he catches your drift. You take it a step further when he stays silent. "It's too bad you're not here to help me, I guess I'll just have to do it myself." He tries to stifle a groan, but the end of it still slips out. "What's the matter, Eds? Did you light a fire you can't put out?" You flirt back, licking your lips. This is fun.

"God, you're so lucky I'm not home alone right now. Otherwise, this would be a much more detailed conversation. I better go, something has come...up." He clears his throat, swallowing hard. You both laugh at that, and you'd be lying if you didn't want to have some private time of your own after how you've been speaking to him. "But I love you, and I'll pick you up around five. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Eds. And tell Wayne I said to get well soon. See you later." You hang up the phone, turning to find Mom standing right behind you. "Jesus Christ! Mom, what the hell are you doing?" You shriek.

"I'm guessing your conversation went well?" She asks with one of her signature knowing looks.

"Mom! Please tell me you weren't spying on me! I thought you went to your room!" You groan, any arousal you had running for the goddamn hills. Your cheeks burn red, and you sit on the couch with your face buried in your hands.

"I was, but I needed something from my purse. I wasn't meaning to hear anything. You're not exactly subtle." Claudia chuckles, not really finding this to be a big deal. She remembers being your age and talking to your dad like that when they were in high school. It's only natural to be playful with one another. She wishes you weren't so upset over it. "Y/N. It's really not an issue. You're not a kid anymore, I can't expect you to be innocent forever."

"Oh my god, just stop it! I could just about die from embarrassment right now. I'm going to bed." You rush off to your room, not wanting to speak another word about this. You retreat to the one space that's all your own, slamming and locking the door. Five more months can't go by soon enough, you need to get out of this fucking house. You fall head first onto your bed, screaming into the pillows. You stay like this for a moment, wondering what Eddie's up to right now. If the end of your call was any indication, he's probably laying in bed, thinking about you while pleasing himself. You envy him, there's absolutely no way you're doing anything remotely arousing tonight. Not after Mom listened to you talk dirty over the phone. You'd cry about it if you weren't so tired. You haven't even bothered to turn the light off when you unexpectedly pass out for the night.

To be continued…

#hippiegoth97 #smut #fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

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unluckyuncle · 1 year

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PERMANENT RELATIONSHIP CALL - DONALD DUCK

Hello there! You wanna be friends with this son of a duck? I mean look at that face, he's a totally lovable guy! Lord knows he needs friends he spends most of his free time alone on a ship for Pete's sake.

Anyways, this is a call to anyone who I’ve threaded with, or would like to thread in the future! By liking the post, it’ll signal to me that you’re interested in having a long standing relationship with Donald. This can/will include stuff like:

- Sending specific memeing or prompts (all my ask answers are always open for reply if you want to ^^ )

- Priority in reply postings/starter calls (will ask for an Icon!)

- Plotting for just about anything, I’ll either message you or you can message me if you have an idea. I don’t mind receiving random starters, though I will definitely message if I have an idea for something LOL

- Placement/updates on his Relationships page

- And just generally having a good time with a duck man

I’ll likely be selective about that when it comes to who i’m interested in going more in depth with, specifically if we haven’t threaded before. If you’d like to get something started, I’ll reach out to you about it!

Of course, this is not required to thread with him at all! This is partially an interest check for ideas in the future, and partially a organizational tool for me since Donalds my busiest blog. All of it is meant for fun!

Below are some details about the kind of relationships Donald could have with your muse! Thank ya so much for taking interest!

Oh dang you’re serious! Cool! Anyways, here’s the deets:

The most common one will likely be a Father Figure type to your muse. Have some parental issues? Well look no further than a duck who’s a pretty gosh dang good father all things considered. Whether your father is dead, or possibly wants you dead here’s a lovely man to suit the void in your muses’ soul. He will not hesitate to adopt just about anyone. Usually just metaphorically... but also...

We could also have a bit of a Mentor/Mentee relationship. Basically being more of a classic Uncle Donald type where he’ll offer his support whenever it is needed. This has more of a focus on teaching, however, it ropes in with the previous dynamic. This would be applicable if you’d ever want to work on Donalds ship too as an apprentice. I think it’s fun for him to pass on his adventuring wisdom too.

Maybe your muse has a healthy relationship with their living parents (that sounds unrealistic) and just needs a pal. Donald can just be a Casual and/or Close Friend! He does drink, though not a lot, and can do just about anything that’s normal. To those who are closer to his age he’ll happily show kindness to (he might still be a little bit of a dad anyways. He can’t help himself ok).

There’s also the possibility of being a Rival, Enemy, or a Foil to be used by other characters to inflict pain... which seems unlikely but I can dream can’t I? It takes a whole lot to get on his bad side, but if your muse happens to choose to hurt others, then yeah Donalds gonna do what he can to stop ya. This one would be more of a ‘plotting’ thing especially, but I’m just putting it out that I am open to it. You’ll have to message me for this one, though.

For purpose of fairness, anyone is welcome to Adopt Him to. LOL he probably won’t even realize that he’s been adopted, but if you would like to care for the duck... yeah, he’s been super touched starved lately ngl. It’s super easy for him to overwork himself, or overstress himself and well, he’s just a little too independent for his own good. Being a single dad to three kids at 25 will do that to ya.

For the record, I’m not interested in shipping with anyone who isn’t named Daisy Duck, for no other reason than they’re literally perfect for each other in the series... ignore the fact I put his canon point back before her intro. Point is, being romantically involved is off the table, but if Ducks are your thing, I’m cool with him being flirted to LOL (he’s also just not really looking for it? If you need some relationship advice though... he’ll do his best??)

Last thing, you don’t have to message me with which one you want either (except for the enemy one)!! This is just a general list of what I’m open to, but if you want to do something that’s not on the list that’s a-ok with me to! Donalds a versatile character, so just about any and all things could apply to him. Plus for most muses, I kind of already have a sense of what he thinks of ‘em.

Thanks for getting this far though! I’m really really excited about this ^^ that’s all I’ve got for now! May update this later, but I’ve been sitting on it for several months now, and now feels as good of a time as any to start rolling the ball.

#I'm so excited to work on his relationships page!#I love having the pictures uvu #( . ooc . ) // quack quack quack ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆#( . open thread . ) // ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆#( . queue . ) // swimming on in ⚓༄⋆｡°்⋆

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chososdiscordkitten · 2 months

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Fight Back!

Synopsis: Play Fighting w/ the jjk men :D

Includes: 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 Content: a sprinkle of nsfw, no sex- just foreplay, manhandling, rough housing,

Dedicated to; this ask.

MDNI

Kento Nanami

Late at night—well after he came home from work, a few hours after dinner—he laid beside you with a book in hand.

This was always your least favorite part before bed- knowing Nanami could never focus on reading unless it was in complete silence. And silence always made your mind whirr with a million thoughts, but not wanting him to think there was something wrong; You laid next to him- scanning his expression that seemed lacking in interest.

"How's your book?" you whispered- pulling his focus and flashing his eyes over to you.

Nanami pulled one of the hands from the book and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boring." he sighed- eyes strained from looking at the little words.

Watching him lay his eyes back onto the pages with a soft exhale. You knew once Kento had started a book- regardless of how uninteresting he was in it, he would try and finish it.

You were the playful one in the relationship, trying to create excitement. You reached for the book, pulling it from Nanami's hands and quickly looking at the little number on the bottom.

Closing it and holding it to your chest. "You're probably the only man I know who would ignore a woman in his bed for a book." you teased, watching his brow furrow with a soft smile.

"I'm not ignoring you, honey-" he scoffed with a soft smile, reaching for the book only for you to move away.

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes and making a feigned thinking noise. "Dunno- feelin' pretty ignored." you hummed, feeling his hand reach for the book again and turning away.

He rose to his knees and exhaled. "Alright, that's enough—" he smiled, his tone full of endearment.

You let out a small giggle-sitting up, and moving across the bed. Pressing your back against the sheets and watching his hands reach for it again, only for you to move away. "You want it so bad, take it from me." you giggled.

Nanami scoffed with a smile, accepting your dare. Reaching a hand out again, watching you tip onto your side with the book in hand. "Sooo close, Ken—" his words cut short as he touched your calf.

Nanami's strong hand yanked you towards him with a soft huff, looking down at you with pursed lips. "Hand it over." he demanded- trying to make his tone sound stern, only for it to come out mixed with a chuckle.

You planted your thigh beside his bent knee, his hand lightly caressing your calf, slowly raising on your leg. The book pressed against your chest, teasingly tilting your head against the bed. "I told you- Take it." egging him on as you pulled your calf from his softened grasp.

Watching his jaw clench as he hooked his hand beneath your slightly bent knee, reaching the other to the book only for you to raise it up with both hands.

Softly landing on top of you with your legs spread. One thigh pinned to the bed by Kento's forearm, the other on the side of his hip. Nanami's face looks up to your hands, giving you full access to his neck. His hips pressed against the back of your thighs with every little reach he made.

You only giggled- slightly bucking your hips up against him and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Some gentleman you are," you whispered. Releasing the book onto the bed and shoving it further on the bed with the tips of your fingers.

"Pinning a lady to the bed?" with a smile, placing your hand onto his side and humming against him.

A little laugh left his lips as he relinquished the urge to continue that book. He looked back at you and nodded his head. "It's your fault." he mumbled, planting his forearm next to your head and lightly resting his hips against you.

Looking into his eyes as he leaned down slightly, you met him halfway. "It's never my fault." you whispered, lips brushing against his with a smug smile.

He gave you his attention instead of his book. Leaving you more than pleased.

Naoya Zenin

You had noticed Naoya spending way too much time on his phone. Anytime you started talking, Naoya would pick up that stupid piece of metal and scroll mindlessly.

And instead of asking him why, you snatched the phone and ran to your bedroom. Throwing yourself onto the bed and opening it as fast as you could.

When he stepped in, he reached for the phone in your hands, only to be met with a little kick.

And with every reach Naoya made, he was met with a swat from your foot. "Give it back-" he huffed- kneeling at the foot of the bed as you scrolled through the apps.

"No way-" you grinned, "I wanna see what's more important than me." kicking off his hands and shifting away from his grasp.

That was till his hand finally got a good grip on your ankle- widening your eyes as he flipped you over. Naoya wasted no time sitting on the back of your thighs and planting his hand over your wrist.

You tried shifting from his grasp as you held his phone with a firm hand.

With clenched teeth, he leaned over to your ear, squeezing your wrist- "Give it." he gruffed against your ear.

"What are you hiding?!" you huffed with a smile against the sheets- wholly pinned down and still putting up a fight.

He only muttered a strained 'Nothing.'

With every little shift, Naoya's huffs of struggling to hold you down turned softer- his cock brushing up against your ass with every movement you shifted beneath him.

His breathing was heavy in your ear as he pressed his groin into your ass, "Are you-" you grinned, knowing that all too well the feeling jab at the swell of your bottom. Easing the grip on your wrist- gaining enough strength to push him off.

Landing on the bed on his back- his cheeks flushed and eyes bordering on forming spirals from how riled up he had gotten. Only for you to straddle his thighs and scroll on his phone again. Softly grinding down onto his erection as you scrolled on his phone.

When his shaky hand tried to reach for yours- another grind met his hips, along with swatting his hand away.

By the time you had opened every app and every message he had- Naoya was a blushing mess beneath you. Whimpers spilled from his lips as you locked his phone, "There was nothing…?" you muttered- feeling his hands rest on your thighs.

His hand trying to urge your hips to move- "I told you." he breathed through clenched teeth.

Pulling your lips to the side and tossing his phone haphazardly, "I guess you did." you smiled, looking down at him and softly grinding down against him.

Choso Kamo

You had been awake for a while. You had made breakfast and got dressed for the day, but Choso was still in bed. He was too comfy and far too sleepy to even think about getting up.

From the second you got up, he had been asking you to come back to bed. It was tempting, sure. But the apartment needed some serious cleaning, and grocery shopping had to be done.

So, as you walked back into the bedroom- eager to make the bed. "Get up." you demanded, reaching for the blankets and watching Choso clutch them even harder.

"No." he muttered, turning over and ignoring your pulling hands.

You sighed, tugging the sheets even harder. "C'mon get up—I needa make the bed," you muttered. You went to the side where he was lying and lightly pushed his arm, watching Choso's eyes open and look up at you.

He opened his arms and made a space for you. "Lay with me," he muttered, watching you purse your lips and reach for the blanket again.

"It's two p.m, Cho," tugging the blanket and feeling resistance. You were about to tug again, only for his hand to wrap around your wrist and pull.

Leaving you bent over on the edge of the bed- half your body on top of his as you let out a small laugh. His arms wrapping around you and placing his face onto the crook of your neck.

Trying to pull away from him- only to be met with a strong hand holding you still. Going as far as lifting your feet from the ground and pulling with your knees on the edge of the bed.

Completely entrapped by his arms as he refused to let up.

You tried shifting from his grip- only for his arms to hold you tighter. "Let me-" you tried saying, only to be met with a small nibble against your neck. A small giggle leaving your throat at the tickle.

Choso carelessly turned over with you in his arms. He hummed softly against your skin as you eased onto the center of the bed, his arms surrounding you with a small exhale.

Holding onto you tightly and feeling your legs adjust- Shifting in his grasp only for him to hold you tightly. "Lemme get up-" you scoffed, only to be met with a hum against your skin.

"Can't hear you m'asleep." he muttered against you. The vibrations of his voice rumbling against your skin.

Lightly placing your hand onto his side and sighing, "How am I supposed to clean if you keep pullin' me back to bed every 10 minutes?" you grinned- easing into his touch and closing your eyes.

"Don't clean." he hummed, holding you tighter.

You decided to stop fighting back, resting in his arms. Knowing if you pulled away, he would reel you back in for 'a few more minutes.'

Hiromi Higuruma

Hiromi had this horrible habit of laying on top of you. He was barely changed out of his work clothes and into his pj's. And here he comes- fully prepared to let all his body weight fall onto you.

Laying on the bed, phone in hand and watching him walk in- shaking a towel on his hair and tossing it aside. You tossed your phone aside with a sigh, preparing for the full weight of the grown man before you to crush you.

You closed your eyes in a fake grimace- hearing a small laugh from his lips as he eased onto the bed.

Exhaling a dramatic sigh as he pressed his face onto your collarbone. Fully easing his full body weight onto you.

You huffed a teasing 'oof' as he snaked his hands beneath your waist. Holding you as you rested your hands onto his shoulders. Using him as a table as you scrolled on your phone again.

"I never asked- why do you do that?" you grinned, placing your hand on his damp hair and hearing him hum against your shoulder.

He smiled against your skin, "Do what?" playing coy.

Smiling teasingly, "Crush me." hearing him let out a small laugh.

"I mean, you're a grown man- knocks the air out of my lungs." you grinned.

"The day you can successfully push me off is the day I'll stop." he challenged, feeling your hand against his scalp halt its movements and place your phone to the side.

Mustering all your strength, you started shoving his limp shoulders. Earning a hearty laugh from his lips- if anything, he made his body even more limp as you scoffed.

You attempted to shift to the side. More of an effort to escape from under him rather than pushing him off.

Hiromi felt your attempts- and instead of helping, he made fake snoring sounds against your skin. Little rumbles tickling your skin, making it even harder to focus. Slightly tightening his grip on your waist as you huffed with a small smile.

Somehow managing to shift down enough to be face to face with him- "Give up yet?" he muttered, looking at your face- still full of determination.

"You're not making this any easier-" you grinned, shifting your hand down his side. Hooking your leg onto his side- planting your other hand on the bed and gathering all the strength you could.

Inhaling a sharp breath as you turned yourself over, taking him with you. Leaving you on top and his hips straddled between your thighs.

Breathing heavily and looking down at him- his cheeks blushed with wide eyes. Confused as to where he was or how he ended on his back.

Though Hiromi was taller- he wasn't the heaviest to flip over.

You looked down at him as you straightened your back. "I win," you huffed, looking at the man who looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Did you just- manhandle me?" he murmured, watching your proud expression nod 'yes.'

Hiromi pursed his lips, placing his hands on your thighs and caressing them softly. "I think I liked it."

Satoru Gojo

While playing a video game in your shared bedroom, you sat up with your knees bent to the side. Gojo sat beside you, watching your attempts to beat the stupid level.

Pursing his lips whenever you would make a move he wouldn't have- "No, you have to-"

"Shut up-" you muttered, nibbling your lip in concentration as he sighed.

"Ohmygod-" you winced, watching the little character on the TV die. Muttering a soft "Fuck." as Satoru raised himself onto his knees.

"My turn." he huffed, reaching for the control only for you to pull away.

Looking at him with furrowed eyebrows- "It's your turn when I finish this level." pulling the remote from his reach.

"You've been on this level for 20 minutes!" he scoffed, reaching for the remote again and pulling it from his grasp.

You scoffed, "It's not your turn yet!" watching as he leaned over you, reaching for the remote you kept pulling away.

"Just give it- I'll win so fast-" a smug smile on his lips as your bent knees pinned onto the bed- turning your torso around as he placed a hand onto your bottom for balance.

Every little reach he made- his ground brushing against your core, simulating a position Satoru frequently put you in. "Lemme try one more time-" you huffed pulling the remote away.

That, along with the little shifts his wakening cock made against you, caused Gojo to place his hand on your hip and turn your over on all fours. Well. On your knees, one hand holding up your torso, the other holding the remote from his reach.

"N-no it's my turn." his tone more whiney and desperate. You chalked it up to Satoru being a big baby regarding silly things like this.

A soft grunt left your lips as he leaned over you again, his bulge pressing into your ass and reaching for the remote. A whimper left his lips- feeling flushed and blaming it on the struggle for that remote.

Your chest pressed against the pillow, the hand holding you up collapsed- reaching back to him and trying to swipe him away. "Get off-" you grunted- feeling his hand wrap around your wrist and pin it to the center of your back.

Softly bucking his hips onto your ass, the hand reaching for the remote losing its determination and huffing a strained whimper.

His eyebrows pinched and cheeks a rosy shade of pink. Your wrist tried shaking off his hand- but his grip was too strong.

You hadn't even acknowledged the familiar bulge pressing against your core in the struggle. You turned your head slightly on the pillows. Peering back at Gojo and wondering why he had stopped reaching for it.

Gojo's face inches away from yours as your reaching hand holding the remote rested on the edge of the bed. Becoming aware of the jabbing against your warming cunt- only for Satoru to close the small space left between your faces and desperately rut against your bottom.

Too out of breath and heart racing to think of why- his hips trying to find relief as you grunted against him.

Closing your eyes with furrowed brows, only for Gojo to reach his hand to yours- taking the remote from your light grasp and pulling away from you.

Smiling with a triumphant look on his face and letting you go. Easing away from you and resting on the other side of the bed again.

Ignoring his erection and pressing play on the control. You only looked at him with furrowed eyebrows- confused by what had just unfolded.

Toji Zenin

You stood in the kitchen with him, prepping to make some sandwiches, as your eyes caught his all-too-tight shirt.

You had been spouting about how you could take him in a fight for the past few minutes.

His hands in his pockets as he heard you- "I'm a lot stronger than I look y'know," you grinned, placing the pieces of bread onto two plates. Turning to face him with a smug look, "like-" laughing to yourself as you thought up a comparison.

"Like Mike Tyson strong." you grinned- watching the corners of his lips curl up. A small laugh left his nose- amused at your comparison.

You clenched your teeth, a low grunt leaving your lips as you punched the air- aiming for his ribs.

Toji watched amused, as you took on a fighting stance. "You'd have no chance against me." you laughed, your fist aiming up- as though you were going to uppercut him.

Watching him refuse to flinch or fight back. Allowing you to pummel his aura with a smile.

Fighting the air around him with small huffs- making a 'boom' sound every time you threw a punch.

"M'sure you could." he muttered, tone full of sarcasm and watching you keep throwing hits against the air. Taking a step back and kneeing a few inches away from his torso.

Your hands determined- aiming various punches around him as he watched you.

Toji huffed a small laugh as you angled your fist to his jaw- slowing your fist and lightly tapping his jaw, clicking your tongue as your knuckles made contact.

You smiled to yourself as you eased off your so-called 'fighting stance'. Picking up the pack of turkey slices next to him, you turned around with a scoff— "Now, I know you're scared to actually fight me," you smiled, opening the fridge and placing the small pack of deli meat back.

Scoffing, "I know you'd limp away with your ego bruised, so it's okay." closing the fridge and turning around- pleased look on your face with your eyes closed.

Blinking your eyes open and seeing Toji in front of you- taking a step forward, caging you between the refrigerator and his torso. "My ego bruised?" he smiled.

Watching that smug look on your face refuse to falter, only balling your fist into a ball and aiming another false punch at him.

But his quick hand caught your wrist- gulping softly as his grip tightened. "Fight back." he murmured with a smile, lightly tilting his head.

Watching your eyebrows furrow with a smirk, trying to pull your wrist from his hand only for it to move mere centimeters.

"C'mon." he whispered, "You can do better than that." low eyes looking back at you. Slowly coming closer to you with every word.

You furrowed your eyebrows, using your other hand for another punch, only for his other hand to catch it. Nodding his head 'no' and pulling your wrists together. Toji held them in one hand and looked at you expectantly.

You gulped lightly, watching his eyes dim. A smug smile left your lips and formed on his. Whispering, "Fight back,"with a grin, feeling your hands try to pull from his.

An idea pops into your mind. Softening your furrowed brows, lowering your eyelids, and leaning in. Pressing a light kiss onto his lips, his hand eases its grip on your wrists.

Toji didn't hesitate to kiss you back as he slowly pushed the back of your head back onto the fridge's metal.

Eagerly pressing his tongue against your bottom lip your hands released from his, placing one onto his ribcage and the other slowly trailing down to his bulge.

Keeping a ghostlike touch against his bulge- Toji's keen tongue slipping into your mouth. Completely forgetting what point he was trying to prove.

Pulling away from him and looking at his expression- puffy lips and lightly blushed cheeks. "Fight back." you whispered, smug and amused at how easy it was to get him to let you go.

(a.n) Im exhausted, need a cigarette, and cock. gn.

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edorazzi · 4 months

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Hey guys, it's finally time for a Miraculous Mentor AU webcomic!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

This 80-page story will explore Felix's backstory as Chat Noir, his relationship with Bridgette and a significant step in his bond with Adrien. I've been working on this project for over a year with the support of my Patreon crew and I'm so excited to finally start releasing it - I really hope you guys enjoy!

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous mentor au #felix sphinx #adrien agreste #bridgette cheng #mentor au #josie's art #lemme tag it as #A Matter of Trust #to keep everything compiled on my blog #anyhow this is a monster project i teased at the beginning of the year and i'm FINALLY at the point of releasing it publicly!!! YESSSS #my biggest undertaking ever and thank you so much to everyone who supported me along the way!!!#also felix and bri have jobs now! finally pinning down those character details :V :V :V

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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i love your writing i always check your page everyday! i was wonder we can get some brat reader x scoups or dk?? like we are messing with him around the members or going out somewhere without their permission? if not i totally understand and will still continue to support your writing! :)

18+ / mdi

content: jealous!cheol, possessive!cheol, brat!reader, afab reader, established relationship, smut, dry humping, grinding, etc.

wc: 1575

a/n: idk where i was going with this im sorry if it makes no sense T-T thank u for requesting </3

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if there was one defining characteristic about your boyfriend, it was his pride.

seungcheol always thought himself to be a capable and dependable man, which were a few of the characteristics he took most pride in. as the leader of his group, he was always meant to take care of his members and provide a solid foundation for his younger brothers to rely on.

similarly to his members, he always took care of you. however, along with that also came his possessive and strict nature.

as a natural leader, seungcheol always expected instruction to be followed. he wasnt a dictator nor unfair by any means, but he expected his authority to be respected. he afforded you the same respect, but he would quickly grow frustrated whenever he felt himself be challenged by you; something that happened quite often.

it was usually just fun banter. he would ask or do something, you'd be a brat and get in the way, and he would then play along until growing too frustrated at your overly playful nature and either whine at you or punish you (it'd depend on his mood, really).

today, this dynamic was presented in the form of you popping in for a quick visit during dance practice. cheol had always told you you were welcome to stop by whenever you wanted, even letting security know that you were to be admitted in upon uttering his name when inquired for the reason of your visit. you didn't visit every day, but you made it a habit of dropping in at least once a week (specially considering your boyfriend worked seven days a week).

upon your arrival, a few of seungcheol's members dropped what they were doing to go say hi to you and engage in conversation. cheol knew them to be overly excited at times, so he always sat back for a minute or two before jumping in on the conversation. today, he did the same, waiting a bit before joining you, jeonghan and mingyu while the rest of the members continued what they'd been doing before your arrival – practicing.

usually you'd interrupt them only for a few minutes, but today was different for some reason.

cheol could read you very easily, and he was suspicions of your smile from the moment you'd walked in. it was the same smile you'd have on your face any time you challenged his patience for fun for seemingly no reason. he grew completely certain that your intent today had been to be a brat when he finally attempted to get the members to settle back down and go back to practice. you'd immediately whined in disagreement, causing the members to join in, now claiming you wanted to go get a quick snack with the members, since apparently, you had been missing them lately. now he not only had to deal with one brat, but with multiple.

"c'mon, cheollie! you guys are all sweaty, i'm sure you've been at this all day. a quick break wont hurt you," you argued, fueled by the nods in agreement coming from his friends.

"baby ... we have a schedule to follow, you know that. you can come back when it's our usual lunch time."

"okay, you don't have to come. i can just go with hannie and gyu."

he knew you were just trying to annoy him. you had at no time mentioned any wish to hang out with his friends prior to this moment.

"baby–"

"yeah, cheollie. we'll keep her company, dont worry."

jeonghan joining in on your brattiness was exactly what cheol needed in this moment. specially as he walked over to cuddle against you as you both smirked at cheol in defiance.

"you coming, gyu?", you looked over at mingyu, who also seemed to grasp seungcheol's annoyed disposition.

"uh, i ... sure, i'll go, i–"

"baby, can i talk to you for a moment?", he was annoyed at your stubbornness, but he still did not wish to blow up in front of all his members, knowing they'd tease him over how easy he was to rile up.

"you can say whatever you wanna say here, right y/nnie? we're all friends here", interrupted the parasite that was his best friend, swaying you back and forth as you giggled at the way he so outwardly defied his friend.

that was enough for cheol. he knew there was no way for you to have planned on having jeonghan copy your brattiness so easily, but he blamed you nonetheless.

with that, he grabbed you by the arm, ripping you away from his friend before storming out with you. he led you to the empty resting room that was connected to the practice room before turning to look at you.

"tired of being a brat yet?"

"hmm," you tapped your chin as if actually thinking it over, "nah."

he walked over to you, making you walk back as your entertained smile remained on your face. he was glad to know you found this all so entertaining; something he voiced to you immediately after.

"i'm sorry, cheollie, you're just so fun to rile up."

"did you want me to put you in your place, baby? got bored of waiting for me back home?", he got closer to you with every passing second, eventually basically pinning you against the wall.

"maybe ... so ... are you gonna?", you grinned at him.

"am i gonna what?"

"gonna put me in my place? here, where they all know what's going on behind this door?"

"oh? you think i wont? you think their presence is gonna deter me from fucking you into whatever piece of furniture is nearest?", his eyes were darker than ever, mouth just inches away from yours. he could feel your goosebumps rising from his close proximity.

"but what about practice, cheollie? i thought you were sooo bus–"

"fuck practice."

only five minutes later and you were already bent over the couch, skirt pushed over to uncover your ass as he ground his clothed crotch against you, stimulating no one but himself.

after having abused your lips with his for a few minutes, he had felt you up in every way you loved, tweaking at your nipples and even rubbing at your cunt through your clothes. he thoroughly made you believe he'd fuck the brattiness out of you, only to then flip you over and bend you to his liking, grinding his hardened cock against your ass while you whined at him to do something more.

"no, baby ... this is all for me. gonna teach you to not be a brat by giving you the barest minimum. want more? then be good next time ... now take what im giving you and be thankful."

"y– yes, cheollie ..."

"god, what a pretty baby ... if only you were just as obedient as you are pretty."

"i am! i'm good, i was just ... just wanted your attention so bad."

"yeah? couldve just told me you needed me, baby. wouldve come home running to you. didnt have to team up with hannie to piss me off."

he angled you a little higher for his cock to finally drag against your cunt rather than your ass, now giving you some friction as you began to push back against him.

"shit, just like that, baby. push it back for me like a good girl."

"didnt– didnt plan it, baby, i swear! i was gonna take you guys out to eat and then steal you away ... didnt know hannie was gonna join in on it ..."

"oh, yeah? you were being good, then? just got corrupted by hannie? hmm. that's too bad, angel. still gotta punish you for that."

"j– just please! dont stop ... feels so good ... cock feels so good against my cunt ..."

he continued to hold you by your hips, almost bruising them by the sheer force in which he forced you to grind back against him. he knew neither yours nor his orgasm would be as satisfying as could be, but he needed to make his point.

accelerating both the speed and strength of his grinding, he found himself almost at his end, deciding to show you some mercy by digging through the front of your skirt and rubbing rapidly at your clit through your panties.

"gonna cum with me, baby? gonna give it to me even if they're listening in on the other side? huh?"

"yes, cheollie! almost there, just– fuck!"

your pretty moans as you lost yourself to the pleasure were enough to get seungcheol to reach his peak too, pushing himself up against you once more as he released inside his pants. he caressed the bare skin of your ass under your skirt as he helped you stand at your full height again, kissing at your hair as he told you what a good girl you were for him, brattiness almost wiped from his mind.

"angel ...", now was time to scold you.

"im sorry, cheollie ... just felt lonely and wanted to come visit you ... i was just gonna steal you away for a bit. forgot hannie has a boner for mischief and would try and make you blow up. sorry, baby."

he couldnt help but chuckle at that. you were bratty, but you were still his obedient girl. all was good in the world.

"c'mon, angel. let me grab some clothes so we can change, yeah? then ill take you home."

"but practic-"

"you were right. i could use a break. let's go."

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trblsvt · 1 year

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for the books | jeon wonwoo

summary | wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | none, i think let me know! word count | 2.2k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader min | lowercase intended i literally put off my other works to write this! delulu era to the max! i advocate for women in stem!!! also! this is like an american high school-level setting. lily is so out of pocket LOL (believe it or not there is a girl just like her at my school). this was 100% self-indulgent

"mr. jeon!" his student lily called. "so you're telling me that after all that, she still hasn't kissed him?" he looked up from his desk and looked over to his obviously distraught student. "lily! i didn't even finish it yet!" her friend mina yelled at her.

"i'm sorry! it's just so crazy how they didn't even kiss! even after they made up and he said all of that to her!" lily huffed.

"what did he say to her? i haven't gotten there yet either," daniel piped in.

"just read it! i'm sorry i brought it up in the first place," lily sighed and pulled out the worksheets she was supposed to complete after reading the book. he shook his head and went back to inputting grades into his computer. it was silly to think lily was just going to do her work. "mr. jeon, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked putting her pencil down. he paused momentarily, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "dude, that's so not cool for you to ask mr. jeon," daniel complained.

"what? we're reading this romantic novel, is it not fair to ask our english teacher if he's in a relationship?" lily replied, crossing her arms. "i mean we have to be reading this book for some reason."

"maybe it's just a part of the curriculum," mina rolled her eyes.

"do you seriously think mr. jeon is sending us subminimal signals about his love life through the books we're reading?" daniel asked.

"i don't know! maybe!" lily said. the three of them continued to argue back and forth at their table. wonwoo should probably stop this before the other students get irritated with the trio. "guys, i can assure you, i am not sending any messages about my love life. please get back to your work," wonwoo cleared his throat. he heard a disappointed noise, but pencils went back to scratching and pages started flipping again. soon it was the end of the class period and everyone was packing up. it was just lily. "next time, please refrain from asking personal questions in class," he asked.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry mr. jeon," lily bowed her head.

"it's alright. it can just be a bit distracting for your classmates. let's try to be more considerate."

"will do," she said, turning on her heel.

"oh and lily, just between me and you," wonwoo paused. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"he said he wasn't in a relationship!" lily cheered. daniel stared at her baffled, "didn't he say not to tell anyone?"

"yeah, but i mean, he must know that i'm going to tell you guys. you guys don't seem as nearly as excited about this as i do."

"why would we be? he's single, it's not like you have a chance with him or something," mina commented.

"no! ew! i would never try to go after a teacher, are you crazy? i'm saying that this is a perfect opportunity for us to get mr. jeon a date!" lily practically squealed.

"a date? with who?"

"with miss ___, of course! who else? haven't you guys ever noticed that they spend almost every lunch period with each other? they're so cute together!"

"maybe they're just planning classes or something," daniel shrugged.

"um, hello? mr. jeon teachers english literature and miss ___ teaches physics b. what would they planning together?"

"touché."

"i think it's time to enact a master plan."

"so everyone understands this equation, right?" you said, turning back to face the class. "tell me now, so i can help. this equation is the very foundation to magnetism, if you don't get it now i can't promise you'll do well in this unit."

no one put their hand up. you smiled, "oh well, i guess we just have a bunch of physic masters in this class. but seriously, let me know if you need help. you can start working on your homework packet now, this way if you have questions you can ask them now. i don't need your frantic emails at midnight."

you returned to your desk and flipped through some lesson plans. you didn't get to finish eating lunch today, so you took out your lunch bag. a small slip of paper fell out of it and onto the ground. you smiled to yourself and reached down to pick it up. "miss ___!" your student lily said, she was standing at the foot of your desk.

"yes, lily?" you answered.

"i have a question about something."

"have at it."

"it isn't physics related though." you looked up, slipping the slip into your pocket. "then, what's it about? do you need to go to the nurse?" you frowned.

"no it's nothing like that, but i was told by another teacher not to ask questions like this in front of the whole class. he said it was inconsiderate," she shrugged.

"oh, um, well i guess you can go ahead."

"are you friends with mr. jeon?"

you froze. mr. jeon? as in english literature teacher mr. jeon? mr. jeon you eat lunch with him every day mr. jeon? maybe they started picking up on something. "well, yeah, i guess you could say that," you coughed. "why are you asking this all a sudden?"

"well, i came by mr. jeon's class before lunch to ask him about an assignment and i saw you there. i didn't want to interrupt, but i didn't know you guys were friends," she shrugged, averting her eyes.

"oh well, yes. mr. jeon started at his position around the same time i did a few years ago. so we got close because of that."

"that's so- i mean, i'm sorry to pry. i was just curious. i mean usually i don't see english teachers and physics teachers talk that much. thanks!"

the whole exchange left you a little baffled.

lily seemed determined to get you and wonwoo together. she began to pry more often and she was getting bolder one question at a time. she even asked if you were in a relationship and if you got you cute gifts for birthdays and holidays from your boyfriend. sometimes she got very bold and mentioned mr. jeon by name. "miss ___, don't you think mr. jeon is cute? you two would be so cute together." you had replied, "i don't think this is time or the place to talk about this, lily. please do your practice problems." you rolled your eyes, "i don't feel like i'm at liberty to answer that."

you couldn't bring yourself to actually discipline her or her friends (who had seemingly joined in on the deep dive about your love life). they were curious teenagers looking for gossip. hell, you were like that too. you felt it would be unfair to punish them for that, as long as it didn't get too inappropriate, you didn't mind. it was a bit endearing too.

you just had to push the thought out of your mind. it was time to go to lunch anyway. it was the perfect time to clear your head.

"has lily been asking you some personal questions lately?" wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair. god, he looked so handsome today. his glasses, pressed shirt, and ironed pants. "yes, has she been causing a raucous here too?" you asked, taking a seat at one of the desks.

"well, she asked me if i think you're beautiful," he chuckled.

you paused. you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for the man sitting in front of you. he was smart and kind.

"of course, i told her you are a lovely human being inside and out, and to get back to doing her project."

"funny, she was telling me that she and her friends thought we'd make a cute couple." he laughed at that, and it made your chest flutter. you loved his laugh. "cute couple, that's so cute," he gasped.

"yeah i know right. who knew our students would start trying to set us up," you joked. he nodded in agreement getting up after his microwave went off from the other side of the room. "it would be so funny if they actually succeeded, but it does seem a bit pointless at this point, right?" he noted.

"yeah, totally pointless," you agreed.

you and wonwoo, being set up, by your students of all people. it sure would be for the books if it happened like that.

what an absurd idea.

the rest of the week went as usual, uneventful, but you did get to see wonwoo on the way out of the building and into the parking lot. he held his leather bag in his right hand. "on the way out today?" he asked. "don't you usually do tutoring sessions after school on fridays?"

"we just started a unit, and no one showed up after the fifteen-minute window. i'm out of here," you laughed. he smiled. you loved it when he smiled. "want to walk out together then?" he offered and pushed the door open for you. something about him was so calming and comforting. you smiled and averted your gaze to the floor. even after all these years, he made you a little nervous. you did miss the way he grinned when he caught your shy smile. he loved the way you smiled too. he couldn't wait to see it again, he needed to see it again as soon as possible. he was too lost in thought about the way you smile and the way your voice sounds, that he fell far behind you. "___, wait up," he called as you made your way through the faculty parking lot. he jogged to catch up to you and reached out to grab your hand.

"i swear i saw him kiss her out in the parking lot," daniel insisted. "they were holding hands too!" at this point, lily was totally unmotivated to get her two favorite teachers together. not after miss ___ shut her down on numerous occasions and mr. jeon was just as friendly but unbothered as ever giving his most PG answers. "whatever, daniel," lily huffed. "they would be so perfect together."

"he's literally telling you that they're together, he saw them kissing!" mina exclaimed. lily rolled her eyes. they were all hallucinating just to make themselves feel better that it was wishful thinking. "true love isn't real!" she cried.

"it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he mumbled. "you said you had lots of work to do today."

"yeah, well it's my day off too. i'll get to work later," his fiancé groaned.

"oh come on, i know you're desperate to do all that paperwork," he teased. he tugged on the warm body text to him to pull it closer to him. he loved waking up with his wonderful, beautiful, smart fiancé next to him.

he loved waking up next to you.

he knew the kids were asking about him and his love life. kids would be kids of course. "lily won't stop asking about my love life. it's funny since we both teach her," he said.

"i guess, she's never noticed the necklace with the ring hanging around my neck," you chuckled, nuzzling your face into wonwoo's neck. his arms easily wrapped around your body. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "you know, lily asked me if i had a girlfriend the other week," wonwoo murmured.

"she asked me if i had a boyfriend too," you hummed. "i just told her that it wasn't appropriate to ask that in class."

"i said something similar, but i did tell her i didn't have a girlfriend."

you paused. why would he say that? he was very obviously in a relationship, well obvious to the two of you. he even gave you a ring and a nice dinner to cement your relationship. "i obviously couldn't tell that i didn't have a girlfriend because i have a wonderful, smart fiancé," he laughed. you breathed an internal sigh of relief, but you still hit him in the chest. "that's so stupid," you groaned. "you're catching everyone on a technicality." he thought he was so clever and funny, ever the wordsmith.

"it's so hard not telling the students," wonwoo whispered, and you nodded your head in agreement. he didn't know why the two of you didn't tell the students yet, but the relationship started a bit secretively, almost right after the both of you were onboarded. he guessed the two of you never got out of the whole secret relationship. it was a bit exhilarating keeping the secret between you and him, and the admin. he felt like a teenager again. "maybe we should ease them into it, but let's not let them think it was all them," you said.

"maybe it's time for you to start wearing the ring on your finger then," he commented pulling away to get a better look at you. "i can't wait for you to become mrs. jeon," he smiled.

"yuck, so corny," you rolled your eyes with a smile. "you need to stop with these cheesy sayings early in the morning." nevertheless, you leaned forward and kissed him. he kissed back easily, "come on, i know you like the little notes i leave in your lunch."

"i do, now be quiet and just kiss me."

"gladly."

he did have the whole weekend until he had to go back to school. at least you made the day a little better.

min | im just in a silly goofy mood LOL. my poor attempt at humor and portraying what high schoolers are like. wonwoo being an english teacher just makes sense!!! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not proofread at the moment (it's 1 in the morning)

tagging: @a-wandering-stay

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changetyre · 4 months

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If you don’t mind and have the time, could you do a George x Alex x Reader smut? You can go on however you’d like!

We'll take care of you II Alex Albon x Reader x George Russell ⓈⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You're overworked, tired, and stressed but you trust your favorite boys enough to take care of you and make you feel better.

WARNINGS: **18+**, innocent reader, threesome, polyamorous relationship, DP (Not proofread)

A/N: I cannot think of Alex and George being anything other than gentle loving boyfriends tbh so some fluffy smut for once : )

You held your phone to your ear as you heard it begin to ring, you tried your hardest to hold in the tears that threatened to escape your eyes as you at the entrance of your work hiding away from the rain.

You'd been the first person to arrive this morning immediately faced with an infinitely long stack of pages you had to read through and as you continued through the day several pages were added to the pile resulting in you being the last person out...for the 4th day in a row now.

You loved your job, you really did but having been hired by a high-end company wasn't as exciting as you thought it would be right about now. You were good at your job, no excellent and you knew that but apparently so did your new boss who took advantage of your wit and efficiency leaving ridiculously large workloads on your shoulders while still being paid a minimum wage.

"Hi baby, I was worried you coming home yet?" You heard your boyfriend's voice through the phone as he picked up.

"G can you please come pick me up?" You couldn't hold your tears in now finally finding comfort in his voice. "I just left work and-"

"I'm on my way." George didn't need further explanation as you heard keys rustling in the background.

"Are you away from the rain love?" You heard your other boyfriend's voice through the phone and you could hear the car starting in the background.

"Yeah...just about." You sniffled. "I'm just tired." You knew your tears probably concerned them more than necessary.

"It's okay darling, we're almost there." you heard George's voice echo so you knew they'd put you on the car's speaker.

"I miss you." You sighed, speaking honestly despite having seen your boyfriends this morning you'd craved nothing more than to be in their arms the whole day.

You looked down at the soaked cuff of your pants along with your wet heels. Your body shivered with the spray that managed to get onto your coat.

"We're right here with you love..." You heard Alex speak as you could see the car round the corner. "Always." He finished before they pulled up in front of you and you hung up.

You were about to walk to the car but both Alex and George walked out running toward you, neither of them wearing a jacket although Alex held an umbrella in his hand.

"Oh, baby." George sighed as they both approached you opening their arms for you. You happily let yourself fall into them letting out the tears of exhaustion and frustration.

"I'm so tired." You cried in their arms as Alex rubbed circles on your back and George ran his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay darling, we're here," George reassured you kissing the top of your head.

"Let us take care of you." Alex added kissing your temple.

You finally looked up, the tug on both their hearts seeing your soaked eyelashes and puffy cheeks was enough for them to decide they needed to help you feel good again the best way they knew how.

The boys led you back to the car George getting in the driver's seat and Alex getting in the backseat with you. Alex cuddled you into his body while George began taking you both home.

Your boyfriend's body heat was already enough to make you feel better, you found yourself almost dozing off to sleep but just before you did George had already pulled up to your home.

"C, mon let's get you inside darling," George said as he parked the car got out, and walked around to open the door for you.

You were ready to step out but were pleasantly surprised when George scooped you into his arms allowing you to wrap yourself around him like a little koala as he carried you inside.

You shut your eyes, you trusted the boys with your life and you wouldn't care where they took you as long as they stayed with you.

"Let's get you out of this baby." you heard Alex's voice behind you as George carefully set you down. Alex reached for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head.

Once the shirt was lifted off you did you realize you were in your bathroom. George began unbuttoning your pants while you heard the shower start running as Alex warmed the water up for you.

"Let's get you freshened up my love." George had stripped you completely naked before walking you to the shower.

"Come here, baby." Alex was already inside, his white hair quickly dampening.

You stepped in letting Alex pull you in by your waist to his naked chest. George only let go of you momentarily but you already missed his presence.

Luckily it didn't take long for him to also undress before joining you in the shower.

Alex ran his fingers through your hair making sure it got completely soaked through, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend's caresses.

Soon enough George was in front of you placing soft lingering kisses to your bare neck.

"mhm." You sighed feeling the stress melt away, as if George and Alex were sucking it out of you slowly.

"You feel better already baby?" Alex asked behind you and you felt as he began placing kisses along your shoulder.

"Yeah..." your voice was barely above a whisper but it didn't need to be any louder.

"Kiss me, darling," George whispered softly as he cupped the back of your neck, his fingers disappearing in your hair as he brought your face closer to his.

You didn't need to be asked again as you happily obliged to George's petition joining your lips to his. Your mouth opened and closed slowly along with his in a kiss filled with love and lust.

George's tongue battled with yours in a lazy and playful fight but it was still enough to make warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach.

You whined as George pulled away upset that the kiss ended but this sadness didn't last long as you were smoothly turned around, George and Alex holding you tightly to make sure you wouldn't slip on the wet floor.

"My turn my love." Alex smiled as he began kissing you. You loved the way you could feel the difference between your boyfriends kisses, although they both ended up making you feel the same.

George's kisses always took your breath away, they had you in a haze all throughout and you could feel as George silently fought for dominance by intensifying the kisses or making sure to pull noises out of you.

Alex however, his kisses were like a breath of fresh air, it literally felt like you were filling up your lungs all throughout his kisses despite the fact this was physically impossible. Alex's kisses were soft, so soft that it almost felt like he was constantly making sure you were in control, always careful not to hurt you throughout but still making sure you felt every fiber of his love through it.

Yet despite the difference they were both able to set off those butterflies in your stomach, they were able to make your hair stand up all across your body and they were able to make your blood rush right to your core.

"Fuck she's soaking-" Your breath hitched and you were forced to pull away from your make-out with Alex as George ran a finger through your slit. He repeated the process a few times with his fingers as he covered them in your wetness.

"Is she?" Alex smirked, as they spoke as if you weren't right there.

"Taste her." George brought his fingers that just went through you to Alex's lips who sucked them clean.

"Yeah...that's good." You could hear the smile in Alex's voice despite being turned away from him.

You were feeling all sorts of things watching your boyfriends talk about you this way and even more so when they proceeded to make out with you in between them. These were the moments you were humbly reminded of your short height compared to your giant boyfriends as you could literally look up and watch them kiss without you being much of a barrier between them.

"Let's take care of you, darling." George finally looked down at you as did Alex.

You felt again as Alex began placing kisses along your shoulder and George pecked your lips before kneeling. You felt as Alex took a hold of you from behind lifting you slightly so your core was level to George's face and he wasn't forced to crouch down further.

George placed his hands on your ass carrying some of your weight as he brought you forward, your back leaning on Alex's chest. You could feel George's breath on your folds and the anticipation was unbearable.

"G please." You whined.

"Shh baby I got you." George placed soft and quick kisses on the inside of your thigh inching closer and closer to your center.

"Don't tease her Georgie she's had a rough day." Alex spoke behind you.

"Yeah...you're right." George agreed but there wasn't much previous warning before he latched his mouth onto you.

His tongue quickly began to flick at your bud and then he switched to small but harsh suckles. The combination of both feelings was making you wild, you knew you wouldn't last long tonight.

"Ahh." You moaned as the pleasure increased when Alex began caressing your breast between his hands.

"Is he making you feel good my love?" Alex whispered in your ear before nipping your ear softly.

"Ye...yeah-" it was hard to focus on getting words out through the pleasure.

"Can I fuck you while he eats you out baby?" Alex asked you in a soft whisper again.

It took you a second to process his words but once you did you quickly nodded.

It was as if Alex was prepared for your confirmation as you quickly felt his dick running through your slit. You felt as if George helped lift you slightly, licking and sucking Alex's tip for a few seconds before he finally entered you.

"Ughhh." You could've almost cried with joy at the feeling that ran through your body.

George resumed sucking at your clit as Alex began setting a slow pace.

"Fuck you feel so good darling, I love you," Alex whispered.

"I...I love you." You wrapped your arm around Alex's shoulder allowing you to face him slightly as you kissed him sloppily all whilst George continued his torture on your core.

"Baby please let me fuck you too." George had stood back up again, his tongue swiping across your left nipple for a few seconds.

"Yeah." You nodded.

This wasn't the first time you'd let the boys take you at the same time. It didn't happen often because you were always forced to rest for a few hours before being able to move again but it was the last day of the week and quite frankly you didn't give a shit if you couldn't walk tomorrow right now.

George lined himself up with your entrance too, you felt Alex slow down his pace so that George was able to enter you slowly. Alex's eyes rolled back as he felt George's dick directly above his rubbing along it slowly.

"AH." You yelped at the stretch but after a few seconds, the momentary sting turned to pleasure.

"Can I move?" George asked before doing anything.

"Mhm...yeah." you linked your other hand around George's shoulder now being held up equally by your boys as they began moving.

They both trusted in and out of you almost in a rehearsed pace alternating between fucking in and out of you at a steady pace, not too quick, and definitely not too slow.

"Agh sh*t that's so good." George moaned, it's as if the pleasure was too much and he needed a distraction as he leaned forward to take your right nipple into his mouth.

"Ah ah ah...I'm gonna cum." You whimpered. "I'm gonna cum." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both Alex and George quickened their pace inside of you.

"George you almost there?" Alex panted as he asked George.

George groaned loudly which was enough of an indication but he still answered. "Right there with you."

"Let go, darling," Alex spoke to you and even if he hadn't told you your orgasm had already washed over you making you tremble in their arms in pleasure. Your legs shook as you would've fallen forward if it weren't for the boys holding you tightly.

Past your haze, you could hear them grunting as you felt them fill you up, their cream no doubt spilling out of you with how much they stretched you out.

"Fuck-" George sighed as he came down from his high as did Alex.

As expected you were completely tired out...fucked out. The boys carefully pulled out of you knowing how sensitive you were. They both took the time to wash you.

Alex continued his caresses on your hair now with shampoo and conditioner and George washed your body softly being careful between your legs but still making sure you were cleaned between them.

"D'you feel better darling?" George asked placing a kiss on your temple as he dried your hair.

"Much better." You sighed contently as you let your boys take care of you. Like they always did.

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roosterforme · 8 months

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The Younger Kind Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley knows there's only one way to contend with what Carl did, and he will gladly do it for you. All he wants is his house, his kid and his girl. You on the other hand don't know quite how to deal with anything that's going on, because it all seems out of your control.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, fighting, blood, and age gap (18+)

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You were so anxious for your first day of work, you actually woke up way too early and spilled blazing hot coffee all over your scrubs, forcing you to make a detour back to the bedroom to get changed. All you seemed to be able to think about was that video. That goddamn video. You wished you never looked in that box in the attic.

Once again, you were on the verge of tears as you pulled on a clean top and went to wake Noah up for the day. Everything felt like too much right now unless he was with you. The fact that you were as dependent on Noah as he was on you was probably nothing to brag about, but he really lit up every time you read to him or made him food. And you felt much better inside when he was snuggled up with you or holding your hand.

You felt like his mom. You felt like you belonged here with him. He trusted you to take care of him, and you always would. But your confidence where Bradley was concerned felt stunted now, and you couldn't even talk to him about it. If you were even strong enough to bring it up at all.

Noah climbed out of bed and went right to you for a hug, never questioning if he was welcome with you. "Morning, sweet Noah," you whispered against his soft hair. "Did you have happy dreams?"

He yawned and said, "Yeah. I was a pink dinosaur, and all of the other dinosaurs were afraid of me. So I got to eat all the Skittles."

"Wow," you said with a laugh as you carried him into the kitchen for breakfast. "That's the best dream I've ever heard of."

"Yeah, I know."

He ate some eggs while you successfully drank your coffee and vanilla creamer without spilling it this time. And when you dropped him off at daycare, the same girl was working at the front desk.

"Hi, Noah," she said sweetly before handing you the clipboard to sign with a bland expression. You kissed Noah on the cheek and watched him walk in with the other kids before you signed your name. "And will you be picking him up again today, or should we be expecting another babysitter?"

You froze, and a startled laugh escaped your lips. "I'll be picking him up. And I'm the only babysitter." She appraised you again, so you added, "Only the best for Lieutenant Bradshaw and his son," before you spun on your heel and strolled out to the parking lot.

You were driving the Bronco. You were in charge of Noah. Bradley was acting like some sort of sugar daddy boyfriend with the credit card you had tucked in your wallet. You shouldn't have been feeling insecure at all. You tried not to think about anything except getting to work on time for your first day.

And being out of the house did help. You met all of the doctors and other nurses, and some of them were your age. Dr. Kelly treated you to lunch, and you got to chat with her a bit. You learned you'd get to assist with a few special needs kids later in the week. It was exciting. You had your own tiny workspace. Being there occupied your mind.

But when you were asked to fill out a small stack of new hire paperwork in the afternoon, your pen stopped on the page multiple times. You hesitated twice before you eventually wrote Bradley's address as your own. You wrote his name and phone number down as your emergency contact, but you felt ridiculous writing 'boyfriend' where it asked for your relationship to him. After a brief debate, you wrote it anyway and moved on. And a beneficiary for your life insurance? Well, you didn't really have anyone else, so you put Noah.

And then when you handed everything back in, you felt kind of like you were pretending to be an adult.

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Bradley waited on his bunk for Carl to return. It was getting late, and he wondered where the fuck he was. Without completely dismantling the tiny room, Bradley had searched through as much of Carl's shit as he could. And that was after confirming that he was only missing the one polaroid that you sent with him.

His ears were ringing. Fingers twitching. He was absolutely repulsed by the thought of anyone else looking at that picture. But especially Carl. That was a line you just didn't cross with a bunkmate. Bradley had seen some wild shit in his days, walked in on some things he wished he could unsee. But you simply did not mess with personal items. And you certainly didn't take anything under any circumstances without permission. And if it was anything pertaining to a wife, girlfriend or significant other, it was absolutely forbidden.

And if you broke any of these unwritten rules, well... you should know what you were in for.

When Bradley heard a key in the door close to midnight, his hands automatically curled into fists. Your pretty face popped into his mind, smiling up at him, a teasing smirk on your lips. Even though you weren't here, you deserved to be defended right now. He'd protect you and Noah until he used up his dying breath. And that just meant things weren't looking too hot for Carl at the moment.

The other man strolled in wearing his gym clothes, and it struck Bradley that Carl was probably a little older than he was. He was in good shape, too, but that wouldn't stop Bradley from beating the absolute shit out of him if necessary.

"What's up, Carl?" he asked, remaining seated with his fists planted on either side of him on the bed. When Carl seemed barely able to meet his eyes, Bradley knew for sure.

"Hey," he replied awkwardly. "Just wanted to hit the gym when it was empty."

Bradley just watched him for a few seconds, silently demanding eye contact. When Carl finally stopped bumbling around and met his eyes, Bradley slowly stood. "Where is it?"

Carl's eyes flashed with panic as Bradley rolled his shoulders and took a step closer in the already limited space. "What? What are you talking about?" He tried to back away, but there was really nowhere to go.

"If you make me ask again, it's going to be a lot worse for you, man."

"I... I..." Carl's eyes followed Bradley's left hand as he loosened his fist. And then Bradley slammed him back against the door.

"You know better," Bradley growled. "This isn't your first deployment. You know the rules. And it belongs to me. Where. Is. It?"

"The photo?" Carl whispered as Bradley pressed the heel of his hand against his sternum with even more pressure.

Bradley raised his voice. "Where the hell is it? It better have never left this fucking room."

"I have it!" Carl swore, and Bradley released him.

"Get it," Bradley said as calmly as he could, but his voice was shaking. He watched Carl dig around in his bedding, procuring the photo of you and your perfect tits and your barely concealed pussy. Bradley had a flashback to Noah's birthday party when Jake kissed you. Then he pictured you at the fraternity house, drunk and helpless. Carl was about to pay a pretty large price.

"Here," he grunted, extending the polaroid out to Bradley. Once he set it down on top of his dresser, making sure the photo was still perfect, he turned back to Carl and sucker punched him right on the nose.

Blood was gushing onto his gym shirt as Bradley said, "That's fucked up, Carl. You had my photo in your bed."

He was holding his nose, looking at Bradley with guilty eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"That's my girl, you piece of shit." Bradley was seething as he rammed Carl back up against the door.

"She's your girl?" he asked, trying to stop the bleeding with both hands now. "She looks barely legal. How old is she?"

Bradley released him and took a step back before he did more damage than he intended to. "Do you really think it's a good idea to ask me that, Carl? You probably jerked it to my girlfriend after you stole my photo, and now you're asking me how old she is?" He was panting, letting the rage flow through him, and then both hands curled into fists again.

"Shit, I didn't- I wasn't-"

"You're not very bright, are you?" Bradley asked, cutting him off. "I'll let you walk out of this room with your face mostly intact as long as you guarantee that you'll wear your bruises around this carrier without even so much as looking in my direction. And don't you dare visit the infirmary. Your indiscretion doesn't blow back on me. You got it?"

Carl looked resigned as he lowered his hands from his face and nodded. "Yeah. I got it."

Then Bradley landed one more punch, hard as hell, and Carl staggered around the room for a few seconds before he managed to take himself out into the hallway and toward the bathroom. Bradley carefully picked up his polaroid, and his heart ached. He was yours, and he'd have done anything to see your beautiful face in person right now.

And if Carl didn't so much as speak to him or look at him again for the rest of the deployment, it would be just fine with Bradley.

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You always felt like you were rushing around. When you got out of work an hour early one Wednesday, you decided to use the time to go grocery shopping before you picked up Noah. It was easier to get just the necessities this way. The downside was that you were definitely getting lost in your own thoughts as you stood in the produce area selecting apples.

It was almost a relief that Bradley hadn't contacted you yet. If you had to look him in the eye right now, you weren't sure you could do it without crying. That USB drive was currently on top of the refrigerator where you couldn't see it, but it was still enough to upset you when you thought about it. But at the same time, you missed your boyfriend and wanted him to come home, and you knew Noah would benefit from talking to him.

You wasted so much time looking at fucking apples that you were going to be late if you didn't get going. You winced as you used the purple princess credit card to pay for the food, and then you organized everything in the back of the Bronco. You loved driving it and briefly wondered if he'd still let you after he got home.

You pulled into the gas station that was just a few blocks from Noah's daycare, once again using Bradley's credit card. You sighed as you inserted the card for payment and then started to fill the tank. And then you looked up toward the next row of pumps, and you were sure you knew that BMW. A second later, you met Meredith's gaze, and a chill went through your body.

You were afraid your voice was going to shake, but you called out, "You're not supposed to come near me."

She laughed maliciously. "This is a gas station, and I was here first. So maybe you should stay away from me."

"With pleasure," you snarled. You had to close your eyes against the sick feeling that rose inside you. Naked. You could picture her naked. Bradley used to love her.

"You already ruined my life," Meredith snapped. "So your little restraining order stunt really doesn't matter to me." Then she was climbing into her car, and you watched her peel out of the parking lot and into traffic, heading in the opposite direction from Noah's daycare.

Your hands were unsteady as you finished up at the gas pump. She was right; she had been at the gas station first. She was with Bradley first. She was Noah's mom before you ever came into the picture as his babysitter. She was everywhere, and she wouldn't go away.

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Bradley emailed you days ago to let you know he would be able to FaceTime with you and Noah tonight, but you'd only written back, "Sounds good." You didn't give him any updates. You didn't call him Daddy. You didn't say anything else.

Sounds good.

He grunted as he worked out in the gym. The sooner he could get this deployment completed and get home, the better. Carl's face was starting to look better now, but Bradley smiled every time he saw the bruises. He had no idea what excuse the other man had given for looking like a raccoon with two black eyes and a bent nose, and he didn't really fucking care. If anyone assumed he was the one who caused the bruising, they probably also assumed it was warranted.

Those polaroids were wrapped up and put away now. But Bradley wanted the real thing. Your body and your voice. He'd been thinking about how insufficient it felt to call you his girlfriend. Just the same way you'd always felt like more than Noah's babysitter to them. But now with your lack of a real response, Bradley felt a little foolish for thinking about proposing to you.

When it was time to make the call home, he sighed deeply. And when you answered your phone on the living room couch, your expression was hesitant.

"Princess," he rasped, holding the iPad with both hands. "Baby. I miss you."

It felt like an eternity before you responded. "We miss you, too."

He had so much he wanted to say and talk about, but your voice was just a little too soft, and your eyes were just a little too sad. "What's wrong?" he asked, but you were already shaking your head.

"Here. Talk to Noah." And then you were out of the frame, and Noah was there. Bradley laughed as he talked about daycare and making something called peanut butter snails and going for hikes. He held up some of the coloring sheets he had worked on, and Bradley noted that you had dated all of them. You always did little things like that. Now he'd be able to see which days his son worked on the coloring sheets when he got home.

"I miss you so much, bub."

"Will you come home soon?" Noah asked, and Bradley's heart absolutely melted.

"Really soon. And we can go to the beach and maybe take a little vacation, okay? Now can you sit with Princess so I can talk to her, too?"

And then you were immediately back in the frame and scooping Noah onto your lap. So you must have been standing right there the whole time.

"That's better," Bradley sighed. His house, his kid, his girl. "You have no idea how much I wish I was on that couch with you."

You smiled softly. "Do you know when you'll be back?"

"I'm not sure, Baby. Not soon enough. Tell me about work."

So you indulged him in a few stories, and it sounded like you fit in there. You liked your coworkers, especially Dr. Kelly. You loved all the kids you got to talk to and care for all day. But you still seemed a little distant.

"Are you sleeping okay?" he asked. "Any issues?"

You pressed a kiss to Noah's cheek and said, "We just miss you. That's all."

"We want you to come home," Noah whined.

"Please?" you added softly.

"So soon," he reiterated, wishing he could give you both a kiss. "Watch for my emails?"

"I will," you promised.

"I love you. Both of you."

Then you and Noah said in unison, "I love you, too." And then he had to end the call.

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Well it was done now. You were on your way to get the last few things from your place with Noah before you turned your key over to your landlord. Or former landlord. You were done paying rent here, and now you could start helping Bradley pay his mortgage. In fact, he would be home in a few days, and you'd talk to him about it then. There were actually a lot of things you wanted to have a conversation about.

"Do you remember when you came here for dinner? And I made you spaghetti in my little kitchen?"

"That was a long time ago," Noah insisted, and you held his hand as you walked up the sidewalk. "You live at my house now."

"Yep," you replied softly as you let go of his hand and dug around in your bag for the key you hardly ever used now. "Let's just hope that makes your Daddy happy and not annoyed since I never really gave him a verbal answer," you mumbled, finally locating the key.

As you shoved it into the lock, Noah knelt down and picked something up from the porch. "What's this?" he asked, reaching his hand up to you.

Your eyes went wide. "Drop it," you said right away, and he let the piece of broken glass fall back to the porch. But there was more. Both of you were standing in it, and when you reached to turn the knob, there must have been a shard there.

"Shit," you gasped as your right palm started bleeding. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you kicked the door fully open. One of the panes of glass in the door had been smashed, and there was more of the mess on the floor inside. "Don't touch anything," you hissed, and Noah started crying.

You kept him close enough to take a few pictures as soon as you were able to fumble with your phone. You took seven photos of all the glass plus the item that had been left. For you. It was just a dollar store coloring book, but there was a note on top of it written in crayon. Have fun playing house.

It had to have been from Meredith. Who else could have done it? She was already claiming you ruined her life. And ever since you saw her at the gas station, you were nervous that wasn't the last of her.

Blood was starting to pool a little bit in your upturned palm, and there wasn't much you could do at the moment except for ruin your shirt. "Let's get out of here," you whispered, and the two of you walked back across the porch, the glass crunching beneath your feet.

You were able to buckle Noah with one hand, but even when you got back to Bradley's house, you were still bleeding. And the glass needed to be removed. So you finally caved and called Natasha.

"I kind of need your help," you told her vaguely over the phone.

She laughed in response. "I kind of need a lot of things. What can I do for you?"

"Can you come by and help me remove a piece of glass from my dominant hand?"

"Fuck. Of course. I'm on my way," she replied, all tones of joking gone.

She was there in less than fifteen minutes, and she washed her hands right away. Then she used the sterilized tweezers that you handed to her to carefully remove the glass. "Just the one piece?" she asked, meeting your eyes.

"I think so. I already checked Noah really thoroughly."

Nat's expression darkened. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

You were pressing some gauze against your palm now. You might need stitches. You would probably benefit from getting stitches. But you couldn't do them yourself with your left hand, and you didn't want to leave Noah right now. Not even with Nat. He was watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon on the couch, and you didn't want him further away from you than that.

"It was just some broken glass," you replied.

"Here?" she asked, looking around the kitchen.

"No. At my old place. It's fine. I just need to tell my landlord about it, and I'll replace it." You were amazed how easily you were able to keep your voice steady.

"Right," Nat replied with an unamused look. "Bradley will be home in a couple days? Do you want me to stay here until he's back?"

"Of course not. We're fine," you insisted, averting your gaze.

She stood to leave and sighed deeply. "Please call me back if you need anything, okay? And do us both a favor and don't lie to Bradley when you pick him up."

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "I won't," you said softly. And after she left, you took Noah into bed with you and snuggled him tight.

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Never Letting You Go

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Pairing | Agent Javier Pena x Agent F!Reader

Summary | What starts out as a shitty Valentine’s Day turns into everything that you’ve ever wanted. Javi treats you the way you need, by never letting you go.

A/N: First time writing for Javier's character, forgot this was in the vault. Enjoy

(As a reminder I'm no longer doing tag lists, make sure to turn on notifications on my page for when I post).

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut

Language, angst, mentions of prostitution and Agent work, mentions of the cartel, mentions of cheating (from your previous relationship), grinding, mentions of penetrative sex, soft fluffy moments.

Word Count: 5.5K

“Fuck baby,” he said, grinding against your ass with a little bit more force. “Do you feel that? See, that’s what you fucking do to me woman.” Javi was now rocking harder into you, giving you slow deep thrusts. You could feel his hard outline in his pants as he was seated firmly against you. “This is what you’ve always done to me. I don’t hate you, fuck baby, I like you. I want you. So if you’ll shut up long enough, then maybe you’ll hear me say it.”

Today was Valentine's Day, and usually this was something that didn’t concern Javier Peña. He was a DEA agent that was in the middle of trying to bring down drug dealers and drug lords, he didn’t have time to be concerned about feelings or emotions on a specific day on the calendar. But yet here he was, in the files room pacing back and forth, trying to calm his nerves. Javier was never nervous when it came to the opposite sex. He usually was always so calm, cool, and collected when handling them. Well, except for today that is, and especially when dealing with you. Somehow you had gotten under his skin just enough that now he was pacing back and forth, mind racing of what to do if you didn't like the gift that he just left you on your desk. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t hear the door open and Steve Murphy step in.

“Javi, what the hell are you-” Steve said, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Javi pacing back and forth, running his hand down his face.

“She ain’t gonna like the gift. Why did you say it was from you and not a secret admirer? Jesus. Soy un idiota (I’m such an idiot).” Javi mumbled to himself.

“You got a lady a Valentine’s gift there Peña?” Murphy said, slamming the files on the desk and causing Javi to jump. Javi just stood there, not answering his friend and fellow DEA agent’s question. Steve, seeing how nervous Javi was, continued to tease him slightly. “Who’s the lucky girl, Peña?”

Before he could answer, they both heard you marching down the hall, yelling, “Peña, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you arrogant bastard.”

About a year ago you were transferred to Columbia in an attempt to assist in the capture of Pablo Escobar. At first, you were excited about serving your country and bringing the bad guys to justice. That was before meeting your two male DEA partner’s, however. The first time you met Steve Murphy and Javier Peña it was love at first insult. You were the head female DEA agent hired to work alongside them in helping bring down the Medellín Cartel, and subsequently Pablo Escobar. However, your transfer to Columbia somehow pissed both of them off.

Since you had arrived, all those two idiots did was piss you off one way or another. They were the biggest source of your headaches and irritations to date, and one of the biggest reasons why you hated your current job. They wouldn’t listen to you, and they continuously left you out of the loop on information. To make matters worse, when they got bored you were the target of their practical jokes, like today.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and one day on the calendar that you wished you could just completely remove. You hated Valentine’s Day with a passion, ever since you found your ex-fiance balls deep in your sister on Valentine’s Day one year ago. It was after that you found out that the man who you thought loved you had always cheated on you with your sister, from Moment. Fucking. One. You were together five years with him, and apparently all those five years he was also fucking your sister every chance he got. You were happy to hear that her husband caught them in bed and had filed for a divorce. You thought it was poetic how she lost a man who made a shit ton of money for an asshole who could hardly pay rent for his shitty apartment. So when you took the job transfer to Columbia you felt okay with the situation that had happened, as shitty as it sounded.

But then last night your sister called you and informed you that she was getting married, and that she was pregnant too. She advised you that it would be best if you didn’t attend the wedding because of hard feelings the two of you had. When you asked who the soon-to-be husband and dad was, she had informed you that it was your ex-fiance and that they both were happy they found someone that loved them deeply. As soon as you heard that, you told her to ‘go to fucking hell,’ and then slammed the phone down. Out of anger and rage you grabbed the bottle of alcohol that was on the counter, and downed most of it in one go. Yeah, you weren’t going to that fucking wedding.

When you woke up and realized it was Valentine’s Day, you seriously contemplated calling in work sick. But you remembered that you had a morning meeting with your bosses and you knew that Javi and Steve wouldn’t show up. So you begrudgingly got up and showered, swearing underneath your breath of how life wasn’t fair. You hated today, Valentine’s Day, with a passion. Six years ago you met your ex on Valentine’s Day because he was stood up on a date, a date with your sister you found out much later. Then last year, on Valentine’s Day, you caught him cheating with your sister. How did life get so fucked up?

To add to your already sour mood, when you got into work early you noticed that all the rest of the females in the office had big bouquet of flowers on their desks from Javi and Steve. Each of them had a note saying that they really appreciated all the hard work that they have done, and that they were special angels for helping them out. When you got to your desk you didn’t see any flowers or note telling you that you were special. The only note that you saw was from Steve saying “don’t fuck up this meeting” and asked if you took your “anti-bitch pill today yet.” Yeah you hated this fucking day.

The meeting that was only supposed to be an hour went on for three long hours, and you were berated for two out of the three hours in the meeting. You had to once again mop up the mess that both Steve and Javi had created, promising to get results instead of excuses. Recently, all the leads that your department was getting in capturing Escobar were cold, no one had seen him or heard of him in almost a month. Even when you went in and shook the crime tree, nothing fell out of place which made everyone uneasy, especially your superiors.

Finally when the meeting was over with you were able to return to your desk to try to let your heart and blood pressure return to normal. When you approached your desk, you saw a little basket there with a pretty red ribbon with sparkles in it. You looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed or was standing there, you also glanced quickly under your desk to make sure Steve or Javi wasn’t sitting there waiting for you to relax so they could scare you. When you noticed nothing was out of the ordinary you felt your heart flutter in your chest, especially when the tag read “to the most special DEA female agent” in Javier’s handwriting.

At first your heart fluttered, thinking that finally someone, Javi, took the time to give a shit. If you were being honest with yourself, you did like Javier Peña. He was very sexy and attractive. When he wasn’t being an asshole, he was truly sensitive and understood the female sex with their emotions. You thought that he didn’t care anymore about you, but the longer you looked at the name tag on your gift, the more you thought that maybe you were wrong at your assessment. Your heart raced and you felt the heat creep up your neck at the thought that maybe Javi did see you as something more than just an individual who worked with him each day. But when you opened the basket and saw the gift that was laying there for you, your wonder turned into embarrassment as your face fell. Then when you read the note inside you saw red with anger. That bastard took it one step too far this time.

Once Javi heard your voice he suddenly froze, slowly listening to where you were coming from. When he realized that you were getting closer, he glanced over at Murphy with wide, scared eyes. He mouthed “shh, shut the fuck up,” when Steve went to open his mouth to ask Javi something.

As Steve stood there he was trying to understand what the hell his partner had done to anger you so much. He mouthed to Javi ‘what the fuck did you do man?’ Javi just shook his head and placed his finger to his lips to silence Steve’s further questioning. He wasn’t trying to be a coward, but with how angry you were right now, he didn’t want to come face to face with you. Yes, Javi had a knack for pissing you off so much that you’d threaten to kill him. But from how angry you sounded, he figured that if he was standing in front of you right now, that you would in fact shoot him dead.

Javi and Steve continued to stand in silence together for a few minutes. Javi was hoping that you would just continue down the hallway and not stop outside of this door. For a moment it sounded like you had moved on, so much so that Javi felt himself visibly relax and let out a sigh. But that moment was short lived. When Javi heard the door knob turn he quickly said, “shit Murph, lie,” and then he ducked behind one of the filing cabinets against the wall.

“What the-” Steve said, looking confused, but for only a minute as you quickly came bursting through the door seething with anger.

“Murphy, where is he?” you said, steam practically coming out of your ears at how mad and pissed off you were at Javier Peña.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t give me that I don’t know shit. You two are practically glued together at the hip, so where the hell is he?” You bit back, standing right in front of Steve’s face.

“Woah, now wait just a second there princess, don’t be biting my head off. I don’t know where he is, or what he’s done, but you can just curb that attitude of yours and-”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what he’s done. This smells like both Peña and Murphy antics to me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well sorry cariño, I don’t know where he is or what he’s done.”

Huffing, you let out another long sigh, balling your fists up and slamming them tight against your side. “This is what he’s done,” you said, shoving the box you were holding with the card in his face. “And if you happen to see him, you can tell him that I’m looking for him.”

You went to leave, but Murphy blocked your exit saying, “wait a second here princess, don’t go and give me something like this and then take off. Let’s see what’s gotten your panties in a twist.”

“I knew it, it was your idea. I don’t get why you both have to always be so-” But before you could finish Steve had opened the box and saw what was inside it. Steve pulled out a pair of black lace panties that had a vibrator attached to them, and as he did he noticed the note at the bottom of the box. The note was written in Javi’s handwriting and said, “for all those lonely nights baby, when you’re so wound up and don’t have a man that can be inside you. Enjoy.” Signed, Javier Peña.

Murphy was shocked at what he saw and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He knew Javi loved to rile you up, and he had to hand it to his partner, he definitely got you going. It was the perfect gift to get even for all those irritating moments the three of you had. But when he looked up at you he immediately froze, his laugh dying out in his throat. Your eyes were red and puffy now as frustrated tears streamed down your face. Steve could tell that the jokes maybe went a little too far this time.

“Sweetheart, we’re-”

“Don’t, just don’t Steve,” you said, grabbing the box and throwing everything back inside, not wanting to look up at him. “I get it, it’s a joke. A really fucking mean joke, ya know. You all can have any woman that you want. And here I am, in Columbia, and I can’t even get sleazy drug lords to choose me when I’m undercover. Shit, I couldn’t even keep my ex-fiance faithful on this day. You guys will find this hilarious, last year I found my ex fucking my sister. Apparently he never wanted me, wanted her cause now they’re getting married and having a baby and I’m not welcome around my family any more, cause I guess I can’t keep anyone happy. So nice of you to give the other girls flowers, and tell them how great they are when they don’t even fucking do anything for you. Meanwhile I have five bullet wounds and several cracked ribs for covering your asses. By the way, you guys are getting a raise in pay and I’m getting a 5 dollar reduction in pay. Apparently the superiors feel that it’ll give you guys motivation or something. So yeah, you’re right, perfect joke. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me.” And with that you left, slamming the door.

This was a joke that Peña and Murphy started with you about six months ago when you were placed undercover to go and try to extract information of the whereabouts of Pablo Escobar. They placed you at a brothel, knowing that some of Pablo’s higher up men were going to come to choose women to give them sexual favors for the night. With the help of a few informants, they had dressed you up and gave you pointers on how women acted in these places in Colombia. Javi had made a joke at you that you were the highest paid prostitute on the street, but when it came time for Pablo’s men to take you, you were the only one left behind. You weren’t ugly, you actually were quite beautiful, but that night Javi and Murphy had a hay day with you, as you were the only one that was not chosen. To make matters worse, you had gone out with them that night and couldn’t even get a guy to buy you a drink at the bar, let alone talk with you. And now the joke, you thought, had gone too far. Humiliated and embarrassed, you went and gathered your things and left to go home for the day, not wanting to see anyone again.

After you stormed out, and Murphy knew you were gone, he walked over to where Javi was, facing the back wall. “You got her vibrating panties?” Steve said, shaking his head and laughing.

“At the time, I thought it was a good idea. But something got lost in translation I suppose,” he said, still not wanting to leave his hiding spot.

“Peña, let me give you some advice. If you like a girl, don’t get her vibrating panties and then give her a card that says ‘for all those lonely nights when you don’t have a man.’ It just makes you look like an even bigger dick than what you already are.”

“Yeah, I realize that now,” he said, still not coming out of his hiding spot.

“Did ya know any of that other shit she was talking about?” Steve said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. Javi shook his head no as he came out of where he was hiding.

“Kinda fucked up if you ask me. Fucking her own sister and then marrying her. Talk about a cold hearted son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I never knew. Fuck Murph, what do I do?”

“You already know what you gotta do man. Or do I need to call her back in here so she can spell it out for you?”

“Fuck you,” Javi said, walking out the door to go find you. He felt like the biggest dick right now. The gift and note wasn’t a joke from him, and he hated to think that you felt like it was.

Javi eventually learned that you had decided to go home for the day, leaving your work here. “She’s taking a sick day,” is what Maria, the secretary in the front office, had told him. Javi had attempted to get some paperwork done, but he kept thinking about you and how hurt you sounded when talking with Murphy. He didn’t mean for it to come off as a joke, in fact Javi wanted you to have the panties for a good reason, he wanted you to wear them for him.

Javi had been the biggest pain in your ass from the start. He was always coming over to your desk, forcing you to work through his work, making you work in the field with him, etc. To you it felt like he was punishing you for being good at your job. But in reality, he secretly liked you and wanted to be with you. Javi didn’t know why he couldn’t communicate his feelings to you, why he always had to make fun of you or rile you up. “I’m taking a sick day,” Javi told Murphy as he walked towards the door.

Murphy, who was still at his desk, said “Connie said she’s at home now.” Connie was one of your best friends here in Colombia. Being in a foreign country was hard, and making friends was even harder, especially what you did for a job. Your friends back at home disagreed with your career choice of being sent to Colombia, so your entire support structure was no longer there. Connie was one of the nicest women you had met or seen in the longest time. She understood your career choice, and didn’t hold it against you when your plans would change.

Javi had stopped and bought a dozen flowers from a street vendor before he got to your house. When he knocked on the door he softly said, “querida, I’m so sorry. Please open up, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I-”

“Who the fuck said you made me cry Peña?” you said, opening up the door suddenly, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes, tears at your lash line.

“No one I, Jesus woman, c’mere,” he said, stepping inside and placing the flowers on the end table by the door when he saw your face. He then reached for you, pulled you tight into his chest, holding you as the dam opened up again and the tears fell. “I’m so sorry baby, so sorry. I didn’t mean how it came out, fuck-”

“What did I do for you to hate me?” you said, voice muffled in his chest.

“Nothin’ baby, I don’t hate you, I-” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. This was not going the way that he had hoped.

“I mean, I pull extra duty, and am one of the strongest hitters on the team. Fuck Javi, I even have brought in more leads than Murphy and yet you publicly humiliate me.” You said, as a sob broke free from your mouth. You didn’t know why you were opening up, allowing Javi to attempt to soothe you. You just didn’t have it in you to fight right now, too emotionally worked up to even care.

“No, no, baby. It ain’t like that, look at me,” Javi said, pulling you away from his chest and gently cupping your face with his hands. “Querida, I got them for you and for me, for you to think about me.”

Shaking your head you stepped back and said, “what? Peña, what the fuck are you talking about for you and me? I’m not-”

“Shit, this ain’t coming out the way I wanted it to,” Javi said, pacing back and forth in your living room. Javi was mumbling to himself, unsure of how to deal with the situation and correct it. Not knowing how to place it into words, his feelings, he thought that he could show you. He immediately reached for you and kissed you hard on the lips. Javi, once again, was hoping the kiss would show you that he cared, but all you read was he was being condescending once again. You immediately pulled back and found your strength and slapped Javi hard across his face.

“Javi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Just because I’m crying, trying to understand why the guy I have a crush on hates me, doesn’t give you the right to-”

“I like you,” he said, rubbing the sting site he felt across his cheek. Damn that woman could hit hard, he thought to himself. You continued to talk overtop of him, not realizing what he just said. You kept saying how much of an asshole he’s been to you and how much you hate men as you’ve always been taken advantage of. Javi shook his head at you, hearing words such as dickhead, asshole along with other words such as, pendejo and cabrón. You kept telling him off, not listening to anything that he had just told you.

With a sarcastic laugh, he said, “I can’t fucking believe you, you don’t listen baby.” He was now getting just as frustrated at you for not listening to him. She says I don’t listen, hell, she doesn’t listen.

All you heard was ‘I can’t fucking believe you’ and nothing else. Once again, you marched over to smack Javi hard across the face. But this time, he caught your hand mid-air saying, “I don’t think so cariño. You only get one free hit, and you already used it up for today.”

The sadness that you felt earlier had now turned into blinding anger and rage. You started fighting back. You were done with men treating you like assholes, for cheating on you with your sister, for not listening to you or even attempt at paying attention. You started hitting Javi’s chest, yelling at him and saying, “you’re an asshole,” over and over again. You were throwing a temper tantrum, frustrated about the last few days, and Javi was your outlet. However, Javi didn’t see your attitude nor behavior as enduring or even cute. Him, having about enough of you using him as a physical punching bag, decided to take matters into his own hands to calm you down. He grabbed your hand and threw it behind your back, slamming you to the ground while yelling, “Enough.”

You kept trying to kick him, to hurt him more. You weren’t part of this planet anymore, you just saw red at reliving every shitty moment for the last six years. Of taking the smacks to the face your boyfriend gave you when he was drunk and you questioned why he had red lipstick stains on his shirt and around his cock as you undressed him from a night out with his friends. What you didn’t know is that it was your sister’s lips that were around him, and not some other woman. It didn’t make those moments easier, but you always thought that maybe it was just a one night stand, not a five year long relationship behind your back.

You kept kicking Javi, yelling that you were done with people hurting you, clearly not seeing him anymore. To help calm you down, Javi maneuvered his body so he was sitting on your ass, with your arm behind your back. Your chest was laying flat on the floor, his chest then tight on your back as he snarled in your ear, “you’re gonna stop this shit, right now, stop trying to hit me.”

“Fuck you David-” you said, not realizing that you called him your ex.

“I’m not him baby. I never was, nor will I ever be him. So stop calling me David, my name isn’t fucking David.” Javi growled in your ear, leaning harder into you to get you to calm down.

You finally relaxed at hearing Javi speak to you, reminding yourself that he wasn’t your ex. As soon as you relaxed Javi released your arm, but stayed firm against you, hands on both sides of your head as he breathed hard and fast at the fight that you gave him. It was then that you remembered everything that Javi and you were, everything that you were alone.

Sometimes at night when you couldn’t sleep you’d go back into work and find Javi working alone at his desk. He’d always come over and ask you why you were showing up at work around midnight on a day where you just placed in 12 hours. Alone the two of you would always find moments where you could be soft with each other. He’d order you both greasy pizza to eat at night and he’d tease you of picking off all the pepperoni. Nights where you were scared to be home alone, he’d take you back to his house and you’d sleep in his bed when he slept on the couch. When you got shot several times, after you were discharged home, he’d stay with you in your apartment. He even slept next to you on your bed a few times.

He also bathed you when you got sick with a fever from the infection of the bullet wounds, and nursed you back to health for several weeks. If you were being honest, Javi was your best friend when the two of you were alone. But at work, he was the biggest dickhead. You were jealous when he started flirting with the new secretary that came in, Phillis, and hated when you saw him at the brothel down the street. Javi never attempted sex with you, and honestly, it upset you. You wanted him, but apparently he never wanted you. So at work you took out your frustration the only way you knew how, you became a pain in his ass like he was a pain in yours.

But when Javi didn’t move, continuing to breathe hard in and out, you knew that something had changed. You went to move your ass and immediately he hissed “don’t” as his hips stayed tight against yours, not moving nor letting you up. After a moment of submitting to him you heard him ask in a strained voice “are you calm enough for me to move or do we have to keep you like this for a little longer?”

You didn’t know why you felt like saying it out loud, but you didn’t want to play this game of not being honest with him anymore. “I’ve calmed down, but Javi, I’d like it if you stay like this for a little while, hell you can even push deeper into me if you want.” You gave Javi a little wiggle of your ass at his statement.

The air around the two of you changed, thickening with sexual tension. “Shit baby, ya can’t say that to me,'' he said, slightly leaning forward and pushing his crotch tighter to your ass. You felt him slightly rock back and forth, groaning at the feel of you beneath him.

You slightly arched your back, pushing up so he could kiss your neck. When you changed the position both of you moaned loud in unison, feeling his hips slowly grind harder into you. You never remembered feeling this good by just letting a man grind into you, but fuck, Javi was slowly making you feel feral.

“Javi, I don’t-” you said slowly.

“No,” He growled, not wanting you to tell him to stop. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t hold back. He wanted so desperately to be deep inside of your warm cunt that he was struggling right now to keep his composure. “Fuck hermosa, feel what you do to me.”

But you were, you felt how much Javi wanted you and you knew how much you wanted him. You laid there and let him slowly grind his hips into you again until something snapped inside.

“Javi, fuck me,” you said, pushing your ass harded back into him.

Javi immediately stilled his hips at your statement, looking down at you, trying to determine if what you were asking was what he thought. When he didn’t respond again, you said with a little more bite, “Javi, you gave me a vibrator for all those lonely nights when I don’t have a man’s dick inside of me. Please, I don’t want to use the vibrator tonight. For once on Valentine’s Day I want a man inside me that fucking cares. If you really care, please give me that.”

You felt Javi get off from you and walk away, towards the door, rustling around with something. You laid face down in the middle of your living room, tears welling up in your eyes at being rejected once again. You hated this fucking holiday, but when you let out a little sniffle you felt his hand cup your chin, turning you to the side. With the softest eyes possible he said, “come on now, no more crying. Now up you go,” as he helped you stand. Once you were standing he smiled down at you and then gave you a slow tender kiss on the lips. When he pulled back he held out the black lace panties in front of your face.

“Here, I bought these for you. Now, go and put them on, and let me see them on you. Then I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, like a man that’s wanted to be with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Fuck what you stupid ex did to you last year-”

“And every year before,” you said softly.

Javi’s eyes got impossibly dark, anger and lust mixing with them. He hated your ex, the man that broke you. If Javi had to spend the rest of his life showing you that you deserved more, then he would do it. Fuck his superiors, or anyone else that thought he and you shouldn’t be together.

“The fact that you say that makes me angry that any man would ever-”

“Forget it Javi, it’s-”

“No. Now pay attention sweetheart, cause I’m only gonna say it once. No man should ever make you feel like this, ever, you hear me? Now, go put them on baby, and let me see you in them. Then, I’m gonna take you to bed and show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he cares about.”

“Oh, and how’s that Peña, what are you gonna do that makes me forget all the stupid shit other men have done?” You said, playfully nudging Javi and his cockiness that you have found you love.

Javi grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back while whispering above you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna forget every man before me, baby. Then I’m gonna show you how a real man treats the woman he’s crazy over. It’s just you and me, and I’ll remind you of that every night before we go to sleep. There’s no one’s pussy I’d rather be buried in than yours. I only want to be balls deep in you, and not anyone else.” Javi then slammed his lips onto yours and gave you a kiss like you deserved.

Maybe you had to have David be in your life and screw you over, because without him, you’d never have met Javier Peña. Javi was a real man that made good on his promises, of being the man that you needed. Before the night was over, and after you came down from your intense rough sex with him, you found yourself looking into his eyes and seeing the potential for a future once again. As Javi slowly rocked into you, making slow love at the end, he whispered, “you’re mine cariño, and I’m never letting you go.” And that was the thing that tipped you both over the edge, moaning each other’s names and kissing each other like you both had just found your future soulmate.

Javi did make good on his promises, he never let you go.

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catnaps (with you) | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which you revisit the cat shelter with wonwoo during autumn break. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader (ft. best friend!wen junhui) GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, humour? idk i'm unfunny, established relationship, slice of life, college au WARNINGS. kissing (reader has their first kiss 🤭), reader is shorter than wonwoo, cursing, terms of endearment, reader has some insecurity issues n overthinks, reader's parents puts academic pressure on them, a lil allusion to sex but it's cuz jun can't word things properly n reader assumes he's talking abt it 😭, reader is just oblivious to wonwoo being hella whipped for them, this is hella self-indulgent kflgfgsdf WORD COUNT. 10.1k

notes: no one asked for this, and i couldn't help it. enjoy this glimpse into our fav introverted couple whom i missed so much 💘 this could prob be read as separate but i recommend reading the first part for any scenes regarding the cat shelter :) ty to my moot group (i love u guys sm it hurts) for being supportive and eating up all the spoilers i would give cuz i get too excited 💞

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[07:41pm | wonu 💘] y/n, are you still in the library? i got you some ice cream :)

The message remains on delivered, though Wonwoo knows you're still in the library. You've been studying continuously for the past two weeks, and since trying to survive in your own dorm room was already hard enough, you decided to romanticise your studying sessions by going to the library. And frankly, it's been working. Sort of.

Wonwoo opens the door into the library, footsteps muted by the soft carpeting that fills the floors. Rows and shelves of books and study materials line the walls and desks with school computers dot the open spaces. As he heads deeper inside, his gaze sweeps across the spacious room, searching for you among the hushed whispers and occasional rustle of pages.

When he finally spots you tucked in a peaceful corner, a gentle smile tugs at his lips. Though he half-expected to see your face buried in a textbook, he sees nothing but your sleepy head laying against the open page, your hand loosely holding a pen, an open notebook at the side displaying half-finished notes, and your laptop which displayed a numerous amount of tabs.

The smile to his face fades just slightly, though his heart still blooms with affection in his chest. He approaches up to you, being as quiet as he can, setting his bag down on the empty chair across from you and your frozen ice cream on the table.

He carefully reaches over to close your laptop, its screen dimming to black as he does so. Cautiously, he takes the pen from your hand and places it on top of your notebook. Then, with utmost care, he starts to organise your scattered notes, aligning them neatly beside your laptop.

Once everything is in order, he takes a moment to admire your slumbering form, over your peaceful expression, which spreads some warmth through him. The dim lighting in the library casts a gentle glow on your features, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion to your face.

You always look so cute, he always tells himself, and it reminds of him of the days during senior year when he'd glance in your direction, seeing your napping form and feeling this sudden surge of curiosity, sometimes even protectiveness to watch over you. He recalls how he would often find himself wanting to make sure you were comfortable and well-rested, even back then.

As he begins to pack your belongings into your backpack, you finally stir awake, lowly groaning and blinking as you slowly come back to consciousness. Your gaze meets Wonwoo's as you notice he's been taking care of your things, and a faint blush spreads across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and tenderness.

"You... you didn't have to," You mumble sheepishly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He chuckles softly, the deep sound resonating in your chest. "The library's about to close, and I couldn't just let you sleep here all night."

His words only deepen your blush, still feeling that lingering embarrassment course through you. You sit up, still feeling a bit disoriented from your small nap, watching as Wonwoo helps you pack the rest of your belongings before closing up your backpack.

"Ice cream?" he asks, offering you the small cup and spoon.

You feel a slap of panic hit you as you hurl your backpack over your shoulders. "Oh, it-it's not melted, right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to nap for so long𑁋"

"Angel, it's okay." His laughter is melodic, comforting and reassuring. "I made sure to get it right before I came here."

Gosh, it's so tragically easy for your heart to feel like it might implode, and him calling you angel does nothing but send all those butterflies to your stomach. It's a simple term of endearment, but when he says it, it feels like the most meaningful and affectionate word in the world. He uses those little nicknames in sparse times, mainly to give you comfort, yet you won't deny that it works every time.

You take the cup and spoon from his hand in yours, facing away a little as you take a spoonful of the ice cream in your mouth. The sweet, cold treat soothes your senses and brings a small, contented smile to your lips, and when you glance back at Wonwoo, he's already gazing at you.

There's a certain warmth in the way he looks at you, an intensity that goes beyond words, and a manner that makes you feel almost overwhelmed. He also looks adorably comfortable in the grey sweater that he wore, accentuating his broad shoulders and the subtle strength of his frame.

"What?" You choke out.

Wonwoo moves closer, slowly bringing a hand up, letting a thumb wipe away some ice cream that had escaped from the corner of your lips. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

"Nothing," he says, voice a soft murmur, but his expression turns slightly teasing. "You're just cute."

A playful glint dances in his eyes as he continues to watch your flustered reaction.

"I'm not cute," You protest, though the corners of your lips betray your attempt at seriousness.

"You saying that means you even more cuter."

You almost gag (in a good way, don’t worry). If your ice cream hasn't melted yet, then you sure as hell did.

"You're actually ridiculous," You mutter, trying to hide your flushed cheeks with another scoop of your ice cream in your mouth.

"But you like me," he argues playfully, a sulkiness to his face that you just can't resist.

I do. I really do. You can't deny that. It hasn't even been long since you both came to that realisation; it hasn't even been long since the two of you have graduated high school and started this whole relationship... ordeal, thing (seriously, what the fuck are relationships?). But, in a strange way, it felt like it has been an eternity, yet the feelings haven't changed. Not one bit, and you'd really question your entire being if something were to shift.

Before you can respond, though, a yawn escapes your lips, and it finally dawns on you just how tired you are. Your recent studying marathons have taken a toll on your energy levels, and it's starting to catch up with you. Wonwoo notices the exhaustion engraved into your features and warily takes your almost-finished ice cream from your hand.

"Hey," he encourages delicately, taking your hand and helping you up. "The library is about to close. Let me walk you back."

You don't object, the weariness seeping into your bones, and together you walk out of the library. The campus is quiet under the rays of moonlight, and the air is slowly becoming chilly. He carries your backpack for you, and you hold on to your ice cream, savouring the last few spoonfuls before disposing it in a nearby bin.

It's almost instinctive in the way your hand easily finds his, knowing that it had taken nearly the entirety of summer break to finally get used to that step. Every time your fingers intertwine, there was often that flicker of doubt dancing at the edges of your mind. It's not just the thrill of his touch, but the unshakable uncertainty that lingers beneath the surface.

Sometimes, you wonder if he can sense the hesitation in your grip𑁋the way your fingers tremble slightly as they clasp onto his, if your grip feels too hesitant or too unsure. It's not that you aren't ready, because you are, it's just that it's all so new, so different, and you're afraid that you might mess up.

Holding hands is perhaps one of the most mundane acts in a relationship, yet here you are, almost feeling like you're treading on uncharted territory, taking it in like a historical moment bound for the textbooks. It's the deeper feelings within yourself that are beginning to settle, just like the leaves falling around you as autumn approaches.

"Do you... want to visit home for autumn break?" Wonwoo's question breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him, surprise flickering across your face. "We can also go to the cat shelter too."

"Really?" You question, and the thought of seeing the cats again brings that joy back to your face. It brings you back to all the clear memories you've made in that small little shelter that somehow made the world feel even bigger. However, the thought of visiting home in general makes you feel a bit queasy.

You feel Wonwoo's thumb caress against your knuckles, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. "My grandmother wonders about you, you know."

"Does she miss me that much?" You ask bashfully.

As you arms start to swing back and forth lightly, Wonwoo only chuckles. "Hmm, I think you've become one of her favourites."

Your eyes widen comically. "No way, more favoured than you?"

"You know I can't compete with you," Wonwoo admits cheekily.

The words send a tingle of warmth up your spine, and you can't help but let out a quiet laugh. It's the kind that feels light and easy, the kind that only he seems to be able to coax out of you effortlessly, and the kind that Wonwoo also feels effect himself𑁋seeing you all smiley and happy is enough to send that heat up crawling up his own neck.

As you walk side by side, the cool, crisp evening air envelops you, and the campus falls into a peaceful hush. Your steps echo faintly against the pavement, the sound of your breaths mingling with the rustle of leaves as you pass by. The familiarity of the journey back to your dormitory grounds you.

But then, as you approach the intersection that leads to your dormitory, Wonwoo hesitates for a moment and gently tugs your hand, causing you to stop.

"You know, uh..." he begins, voice a little softer, shyer, than before. "If you want, you can... sleep over at mine? Since I know that your roommates aren't the best."

He's not wrong𑁋your roommates aren't the best at respecting your need for a quiet and peaceful place to study. You've often found your dorm room filled with noise, distractions, and the constant coming and going of people you don't even know. It's a small, cramped space that makes it difficult to focus, and you've had more than a few sleepless nights because of it.

But as his offer hangs in the air, you feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. You know that he is being genuinely considerate and kind, but the idea of spending the night at his place makes your heart race with anxiety.

And those thoughts begin to creep in.

You can't help but fidget, and the familiar knot of self-doubt forms in your chest. You want to say yes𑁋to be able to spend more time with him, but the nerves and insecurities gnaw at the back of your mind.

"I..." You murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "I-I think I'll be fine by myself."

Wonwoo's eyes flicker with concern, yet his face only softens. He reaches a hand over, pushing away a stray strand of hair that has fallen over your eyes. There's a pang of guilt that hits him in the chest for asking.

"Okay." His voice is as soothing as a snuggly blanket on a chilly night. "Just... make sure to get some rest, alright? I don't want you to push yourself too hard."

There's a weak smile that crosses your face, and you feel your eyes flutter shut when you feel the press of his lips against your forehead.

When you open your eyes and look up at him, he's still smiling down at you, grabbing your hand back into his and giving a light squeeze.

The silence between you two is comfortable while making your way in the direction of your dorm. It's always like this when you're with him, like a feeling that's become as familiar as breathing. There's an intimacy in the way the world seems to hush itself when you're together and the outside noises dim, becoming irrelevant.

Wonwoo kisses your forehead again before he lets you go, and you're starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you can take that step.

Not tonight, maybe, but someday soon.

Jeon Wonwoo asked to be your boyfriend on the last day of school of senior year. It happened, conveniently, within the walls of his family-owned cat shelter where at that point, you probably invested more than an entire year's worth of hours needed for school.

It wasn't anything particularly extravagant, nor did it need to be. It was just the two of you, surrounded by the mellow purring of cats after sharing your uneventful summer plans that Wonwoo had asked the question, which left you utterly speechless for a minute or two. Time had stood still, your heart was racing, and you stole a glance at the cats nearby, as if seeking for their approval. Their inquisitive eyes were fixed curiously on the two of you, like witnesses of a love that had just shifted its stem enough to soak in the sunlight.

The moment you accepted with an awfully quiet, heartfelt yes, a shy smile spread across his face, and the tips of his ears flushed a soft pink that matched the colour of delicate cherry blossoms. You remembered the quietness that followed afterward was nothing short of a slightly awkward, giddy jump to your hearts, but that's what made it more endearing, to be honest.

And magically from there, your uneventful summer plans weren't so uneventful after all.

You still had your countless visits to the shelter during summer break, so coming back always felt like a familiar and comforting routine. You've even watched a bunch of your little cat friends getting adopted𑁋Miko was adopted by a single mother seeking for a companion in her studio, and Mochi found her home with an elderly couple who lost their previous cat𑁋yet there's always new ones who capture your heart.

The cat shelter looks more lively with the arrival of autumn. It's been renovated slightly, brightened like the fallen leaves, and the cozy hues of the fall season have been incorporated into the shelter's aesthetic. Small pumpkin decorations fill the shelves, and the walls are showered with maple leaf garlands.

The cats seem to sense the changing season too, some of them basking in the soft light filtering into the shelter.

"Y/N, dear, it's so good to see you!" Wonwoo's grandmother greets you warmly, placing her hands on top of your shoulders and getting a good look at you. "Ah, and you look as beautiful as ever."

You feel your cheeks heat up with her compliment as you hear Wonwoo close the door behind and step up next to you. "It's great to be back. The place looks amazing."

The older woman's eyes twinkle as she looks between the two of you. "It hasn't been the same without both of you around, that's for sure."

She gestures for you both to follow her, and you head deeper into the shelter, joining the cats in their comfortable space as the familiar comfort of the shelter washes over you. It feels like a second home to you.

When Wonwoo's grandmother leaves to tend to some errands, it's just the two of you in the shelter. You and Wonwoo find yourselves sitting on the floor right across from each other, and you watch the way he cradles an affectionate orange tabby named Butter in his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as he gently scratches behind the cat's ear. The cat purrs blissfully, its eyes half-closed, and Wonwoo's expression mirrors the same peacefulness.

But just then, another cat emerges from behind you which startles you. Yet when you look closely, you seem to recognise the familiar pattern of the black and white coating of its fur.

"Loki?" You run a hand through the cat's fur, watching as he curls himself into a comfortable ball on your lap, purring contentedly under your touch. Loki, as you were told before, is one of the oldest residents of the shelter. You remember Wonwoo telling you the struggles of him finding a loving place to go home to, so seeing him right now gives you a bittersweet feeling.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you." Wonwoo's voice pops up as Butter hops off his hold and towards the other cats nearby. "My grandmother decided to adopt him."

That announcement brings a wide smile to your face as you continue to stroke Loki's soft fur. "Really?" Then you softly scratch behind the cat's ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head and grinning from the sheer happiness pouring out of you. "You hear that, Loki? You're in good, loving hands now."

Loki only responds by letting out a soft meow, lightly clawing at the sleeves of your sweater.

Wonwoo only grins. He watches the way you shower Loki with attentiveness, fondness, love, and it warms his heart at your caring and gentle nature, to see you so joyful in a place you belong. It's one of the reasons why he had been drawn to you in the first place, one of many things he cherishes about you.

"Have I ever told you how much I love watching you with the cats?"

You pick your head up to look at him, catching the way he's gazing at you with an adoring and almost entranced expression.

"Um." You clear your throat, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest. "You... may have mentioned it once or twice before."

The curve at his lips only grow bigger. He scoots a bit closer to you, so your knees are almost touching, and he continues to watch you. "I'll make sure to keep reminding you, then."

You chuckle at this. "Have you always been so cheesy and sappy?"

"What? You don't like it?" He pouts at this, and you can't help but let out a giggle. "I'm just speaking the truth."

It isn't his fault that he has the urge to shower you with the utmost, not-so-subtle, horribly cheesy praises whenever he sees you. You bring that side out of him, to simply put, and he can't help it. When he's with you, it's like this new side of himself emerges, one that's unguarded, affectionate, and unapologetically... captivated by you. And he'd probably do anything to keep you smiling, to see your eyes light up, to hear your laughter.

He's always adored watching you interact with the cats, even from the first day you stepped foot in this place, nothing but all awkward charm and eagerness. You've always had this natural affinity for animals, always so patient and kind, so reassuring and compassionate. It's a part of you that he finds incredibly admiring.

After some time passes, the door to the shelter dings, and when you pick your head up, you find your eyes widening to the sight of your best friend entering inside.

"What's up, fellas! I'm not missing the party, right?" His presence is unusually loud, but that still doesn't stop the grin at your face.

"Jun!" You quickly yet carefully scramble up from the floor, careful not to disturb Loki, before dashing in the boy's direction. "What the hell? I thought you said you had a competition."

Jun scratches the back of his neck bashfully. "Yeah, uh... I lied."

This earns him a playful, but slightly annoyed shove, shooting him a brief glare that he just smirks about. But then he wraps you in a tight hug, the kind that feels like you haven't seen each other in years, before pulling back to flash a grin at Wonwoo, who only offers a wave since he was busy tending to something in the back.

"You should have told me you were coming," You scold him lightly, knocking your shoulder against his. "I would have met up with you earlier."

Jun only shrugs, giving you a look of disbelief. He ruffles your hair playfully, and you swat his hand away with a frown. "Where's the fun in that? I wanted to surprise you."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever, I'm glad you're here, dingus."

"You better be," the taller boy teases, before gazing past your shoulders and looking back at you. "Wanna head out for a bit? You need to spill."

You scoff lightly, giving a nod. You head to the back to tell Wonwoo, who had been helping out with some tasks in the shelter, that you're going to step out with Jun for a while. He tells you to take your time and be careful, watching as you and Jun step out of the shelter together, a boyish smile crossing over his face.

"So, spill," Jun prompts as the street vendor hands you a warm cup of street tteokbokki. You both find a cozy spot on a nearby bench, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks as you blow on the food to help cool it down. The warmth spreads through your fingers, seeping into your bones, and you feel a sense of comfort settling in as you take a bite.

"What do you want me to spill?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at Jun as you lean back against the bench.

"You know exactly what I mean. Wonwoo, duh." Ugh, he's nosy and infuriating as always, but it's been a while since you've had a heart-to-heart talk with your best friend.

There's a very faint, dreamy curve that plays at your lips at the mention of Wonwoo's name.

"Well, um... He's... he's amazing, you know? He's patient, caring, considerate," You say, picking at the steaming tteokbokki absentmindedly. Amazing doesn't even begin to describe him, but you find yourself struggling to put your thoughts into words. "but it's also kind of scary because he's so amazing. Like, he's smart, talented, and he comes from a really good family..."

"Ah, those thoughts again," Jun remarks knowingly as your voice trails off.

"Yeah." Those thoughts is right, unfortunately. "It's... just me, I guess. I feel like I don't deserve him sometimes."

"Hey, it's normal to feel that way," Jun says, pointing his chopsticks at you. "But honestly, I think you're underestimating yourself. If he didn't see something special in you, he wouldn't be with you."

You lift a brow at him. "Since when did you get so wise to use your brain for once?"

"Dude, we're in college. Everyone's having love problems and shit." Jun smirks, and you can't help but snicker. "I mean, you're lucky you found someone. There's people I know out there swiping right on dating apps and getting ghosted."

You shake your head, a hint of amusement on your face. "Yeah, it's just... I-I don't know. It's all so new, and he's so patient, but what if between all that... I'm not, um... making him happy?"

"Trust me, you make him happy," Jun reassures boldly, his words making your chest feel lighter, yet you know it might not take long for your thoughts to say otherwise. "But have you both...?"

You stare at him, trying to decipher the odd way he's looking at you, and suddenly it clicks.

"Jun, seriously?" You frown, a flush creeping onto your cheeks, resisting the urge to yank a piece of tteokbokki in his face.

"What?" Jun asks innocently, but there's a sly grin on his face. "Did you think... Oh my gosh, that's not what I meant, you weirdo! Have you two kissed?"

It still doesn't help the way your face grows even warmer out of embarrassment and from the spice of the tteokbokki. You've never kissed kissed before, but he has kissed you𑁋on the cheek, the knuckles of your hand, your forehead, the top of your head. You like those kinds of kisses that he gives you, but the thought of a real one, that heart-pounding, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of kiss, has always been both thrilling and terrifying to you.

There were a few times where it nearly happened𑁋a few times where, at that moment, you wanted it to happen𑁋where your faces were inches apart after he walks you back your dorm, standing in front of the door, but then a burst of awkward laughter, or your own nerves would break the spell. He'd end up placing a simple, lingering kiss to your hair like he always does, yet that alone is enough to make you feel on cloud nine.

"No, we haven't... yet." You swallow another piece of tteokbokki, feeling a little self-conscious. "I... I guess I've just been a little nervous. What if I mess it up?"

"Y/N!" Jun exclaims dramatically, peering at you incredulously. "How could you mess up a first kiss?"

You laugh airily at his reaction. "I-I don't know! What if it's not what he expects, or... it's bad? I just don't want to disappoint him or anything."

"Y/N fucking L/N𑁋"

"Yeah, I'm overthinking again, aren't I?" Gosh, why are you like this? You bite down another piece of tteokbokki in shame. "Sorry."

"You'll be fine! Trust me, it's not as complicated as you think. If anything, he's probably just as nervous as you are."

"What do you know? You haven't kissed anyone yet," You mumble lowly, and when you notice the quietness after your words and catch sight of Jun's reddening face, you let out a gasp this time, literally dropping a piece of tteokbokki on your pants. "Yah, Wen Junhui!"

[11:59pm | y/n 🤍] wonu?? are u awake?

[12:00am | wonu 💘] no i'm asleep

[12:00am | y/n 🤍] oh 😔

[12:01am | wonu 💘] but i'm awake now are you okay?

[12:02am | y/n 🤍] do you... feel happy when you're with me? (NOT DELIVERED!)

[12:02am | y/n 🤍] i just feel like i don't deserve you sometimes (NOT DELIVERED!)

[12:04am | wonu 💘] is it just one of those nights again?

[12:04am | y/n 🤍] yeah, i'm sorry

[12:05 | wonu 💘] you know i'm here for you, right?

[12:05am | y/n 🤍] i don't want you to deal with my stupid insecurities (NOT DELIVERED!)

[12:06am | y/n 🤍] i know, i'm sorry i woke you up i'll be okay, just need some time

[12:06am | wonu 💘] take your time, angel we can talk when you're ready, yeah? no rush?

[12:07am | y/n 🤍] yeah, okay i'll try and sleep now goodnight wonu :)

[12:07am | wonu 💘] goodnight, y/n :) dream of something beautiful, okay?

You do. You dream of him holding you one day, arms wrapped around you like a protective cocoon and the warmth of his breath hitting your skin.

Knowing you have an entire week without the stress of school is a bit daunting. It feels incredibly liberating, yet still doesn't clear away the cloud of uncertainties flying around your head.

Being back in your own home isn't your favourite place in the world, as inconsiderate that might sound. It's always met with merely the same conversations as always with your parents: how have your grades been? Have you been studying enough? It's always same fucking cycle.

And it's not that your parents are unkind or don't care about you; they just have their own way of showing it, a way that often feels overbearing and suffocating. You love being home, but you don't love the shadows lurking in the corners of the room that whisper doubt into your ears.

It's hard to shake off this feeling of inadequacy, especially when you're constantly reminded of it, even in the most subtle ways. Sometimes it feels like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, constantly striving for perfection, for approval, for validation, only for that effort to be met with indifference, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. There is always that tiny, critical voice in your head telling you that it's not enough𑁋that you're not enough.

It's exhausting.

So it isn't surprising that your mood is far from upbeat as you stroll down the street, taking in the slightly musky air, grey clouds in the sky threatening potential rain, and the sight of yellow, orange, and red leaves falling to the ground. It's around evening time, and you find yourself slowly trailing in the direction of the cat shelter, which is where Wonwoo is, since he's allowing his grandmother to rest while he takes care of the shelter for the time being.

He's such a sweetheart, honestly.

There's a droplet that lands on your head, but you don't seem to exactly notice, or really care. You kick a dry leaf down the cracked, barren pavement and it skitters way in the cool breeze, sending a chill running down your skin even through the sweater you had, which may be a bit too thin.

The rain starts to come down more steadily, and for a moment, helps ease the weight of your thoughts. It's not a heavy rain, but it's enough to make you shiver and really wish you had brought an umbrella. A disappointed sigh leaves your lips at the thought as you're about to approach the outskirts of your neighbourhood, knowing well enough that heading back to your house is a much farther walk than the shelter.

You're about to turn back anyway, thinking it's not the best time to visit, when you hear a familiar, awfully faint sound𑁋a meow.

The sound tugs at your heartstrings, some panic crawling into your veins as your gaze flickers around. Your eyes scan anywhere they can reach, and your insistent feet take you in every place that they can, but you don't see any sign of a cat. The rain continues to drizzle even harder, beginning to feel the water starting to seep through the material of your sweater, and you feel a pang of worry settle in your chest, hoping the cat isn't caught out in the cold.

As you take a few steps forward, your ears catch the sound again, a bit louder this time, coming from behind the thick bushes at the side of the road. Cautiously, you part the wet branches and peer through the leaves, and there, sheltered beneath the foliage, you find a small, shivering, and completely drenched kitten.

The kitten is probably no older than a few months, and stares up at you with wide, frightened bright green eyes. Its tiny, wet body is trembling in the cold, and you can't help but feel your heart break at the sight. It lets out another weak whimper at the sight of you, with big, frightened eyes gazing up at you. When you crouch down and attempt to extend a hand out, the kitten only steps back.

"Hey, it-it's okay," You reassure softly, reaching your hand again. "I just want to help you. You can't be out here like this."

But to your avail, the kitten lets out a pitiful mewl, only retreating further into the bush, and you can feel the branches trying to poke at your skin through your sweater. You see the way its tiny body is shivering, and its fur clings to its skin, drenched by the rain which was only getting stronger. You take a deep breath.

"I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" You take a step back, feeling the uncomfortable shift of your position. "I promise I'll keep you safe and warm."

The kitten watches you with apprehensive eyes as you continue to speak softly. Then you extend an arm out again, and slowly, carefully, the kitten inches forward, its movements cautious and wary, and you let it take a sniff of your hand, hoping that your scent is able to coax it out of hiding.

The kitten sniffs your hand tentatively, and after a few long moments, it decides to take a chance. It moves closer, tiny, pink nose nuzzling against your damp fingers as if searching for comfort, and you notice the limp in one of its legs as well. You can see how frightened and vulnerable it is, and your heart aches even more, but you're determined𑁋determined to help this poor kitten.

Slowly, you start to pet the kitten, keeping your touch gentle and soothing.

"There you go, little one," You murmur, continuing to stroke the kitten's wet fur. "You're safe now. Let's get you out of this rain, okay? I'm going to make sure you're taken care of."

The kitten is so light, its body small and fragile, and its fur is a soggy mess. You carefully cradle it in your arms, seemingly fitting perfectly within your hold while trying to shield it from the rain, and the trembling starts to subside just a little as it feels the warmth of your body. You find yourself shivering even more as you step out of the bush, the sweater you're wearing sticking to your skin, but you don't care.

It nuzzles closer to your warmth, and you can feel the rapid, erratic beating of its heart𑁋a heart that has probably never known safety or comfort until now.

You hold the kitten close to your chest, quickly making your way to the shelter as the rain pours down heavily around you.

The door to the shelter chimes and bounces off the walls of the quiet shelter, making Wonwoo's brows knit together dazedly𑁋who could be here at this hour? He overhears the strong pitter-patter of rain outside hitting the windows as he puts down the metal bowl in his hands before making his way to the front of the shelter.

What he doesn't expect is to be greeted with the sight of you𑁋pretty much drenched from head to toe, hair plastered to your face and the colours of your sweater practically dark, all the water absorbed within its fibres. Rainwater drips from your nose, and your teeth chatter together from the cold. You're trembling as you hold the tiny, trembling kitten in your arms, cradling it close to your chest.

"Y/N?" Wonwoo calls out to you, noticing the way you're shivering in place.

"Um, I-I... I found a kitten," You stutter shakily, holding out the tiny, trembling kitten in your arms, eyes noticeably red as if you've been crying. "It-It's hurt, and I couldn't just let it stay out there..."

"You're shivering," Wonwoo points out worriedly.

"I-I'm fine, but the kitten𑁋"

Wonwoo doesn't let you finish your sentence; instead, he takes one of your hands into his and drags you to the back of the shelter. Instinctively, he's quick to retrieve a towel to wrap around the kitten as he brings it into his arms from yours. He creates a cozy, makeshift area on the table to set the kitten down before wrapping the kitten in the towel, being extra cautious of its injured leg. The kitten only lets out curious meows, eyes closing to the feeling of Wonwoo delicately drying its fur. It doesn't take long for the colours of its fur to start blooming back.

On the other hand, you grab yourself a towel of your own to wrap around you, pacing back and forth anxiously. When Wonwoo emerges back, his face only softens when he catches sight of you.

"She'll be okay," he says, approaching up to you. "I'll take her to the vet first thing in the morning."

"Can I come?" You ask, though the answer is already somewhat obvious𑁋you asking makes him let out a soft chuckle, which was enough to tell you of course.

Wonwoo just nods, keeping his gaze locked on you as if in contemplation, before he approaches and carefully wraps you in his arms, knowing that you must be cold and shaken from the rain. At first, you shift in his hold, but as you feel the warmth from his body seep into your skin, you find yourself relaxing.

He holds you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you bury your face into his chest, some water from your hair dripping onto his clothes. The scent of the shelter, a mix of disinfectant and the familiar musk of the cats, as well as Wonwoo, suspend in the air, and you find comfort in the familiarity of it all.

Outside, the rain still pours, yet could only listen to the the comforting hum of the heater, the soft purring of the cats, and the oddly soothing way you can listen to Wonwoo's steady, yet also somewhat unsteady heartbeat.

"It's going to be okay," he murmurs against your hair, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, but this time, it's not from the cold.

"She was... she was so scared," You mutter into his chest. "Who could've done this to her? Who could've... just left her there?" There's a hint of anger and sadness in your voice that makes it quiver, and Wonwoo could only tighten his hold around you.

He doesn't have all the answers, but he knows that what matters right now is that you're here, and you're okay, and that the kitten is safe.

When you pull back, you find yourself looking at him, and time stands still. Despite the intensity of his eyes on you, you barely catch the way his breath seems to hitch when you blink up at him, his hands falling down to plant at your waist lightly. Your faces𑁋lips𑁋are merely inches apart, and you can feel the warmth of his slightly shaky breath hit your skin.

You've never been this close to someone, never felt the warmth of their breath, never stared into their eyes with such intimacy. It's almost overwhelming how vulnerable this closeness makes you feel.

Wonwoo's eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, and there's a moment of hesitation. You feel the soft, hesitant pressure of his hands on your waist, and his thumbs draw slow circles against your sides. He's silently asking for your consent from the way he lingers, waiting for any sign that you might want this as much as he does, any sign that you might object. Your breath hitches as he leans in just a fraction closer, your heart pounding painfully against your ribs. You're both aware of the moment, how close you are to each other, as your lips hover so tantalisingly close to each other.

And a faint, almost imperceptible nod from you is all it takes.

The look of surprise in his eyes isn't hard to miss, along with the way he seems to swallow a nervous lump in his throat. When he draws his lips closer to yours, you find your eyes fluttering shut.

But just as the distance between you both shortens, a sudden, loud crash of thunder shakes the shelter, making both of you jump back. A wave of meows fill the room, and the startled reaction of the cats snaps you both back to reality. Your arms remain around each other, and the moment is broken, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to exchange a nervous chuckle.

"We… we should probably get you dried off properly," he says ruefully, softly, voice barely above a whisper as he pushes his glasses back up, the tips of his ears reddening. "Wouldn't want you catching a cold."

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, the heat in your face still lingering. "Y-Yeah."

You both share another awkward laugh, though the lingering tension between you doesn't quite disappear. Wonwoo retrieves another towel, this time for you, and helps you dry off your hair and clothes as best as he can. There's a gentle tenderness in his actions, like in the way he brushes a strand of wet hair away from your face and the warmth in his eyes as he looks at you, as if he's treating something fragile and precious. The soft touch of his hands against your skin sends shivers down your spine, but you try to focus on getting warm and dry.

Afterward, he insists that you change into something dry, which ended up with him taking off the button-up cardigan that he was wearing and lending it to you even though it's a bit too big, but is incredibly warm and smells like him, which left him in sporting just a large, plain white t-shirt.

You change quickly in a more private area of the shelter, and when you return to the main room, you see Wonwoo hovering above the kitten.

"She's asleep," he tells you when you come close, not before briefly taking in the sight of you in his cardigan. He looks away, a shy grin that he has to bite back. "I think she'll be okay until we take her to the vet in the morning."

You glance down at the kitten, seeing the way she's perfectly curled up in a snug bed he prepared, the towel wrapped around her small body as a makeshift blanket. The colour of her fur is that of a deep solid space grey𑁋a colour heavily associated with the Russian Blue cats. One of her little legs is wrapped in a small plaster, and she seems much more comfortable now. Wonwoo reaches out to stroke the kitten's fur, and the purring starts again, but her eyes don't open.

"She seems so much safer now," You murmur, watching her for a moment longer. You also let your fingers run over her fur, you and Wonwoo's hands brushing against each other briefly, a simple touch that sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You're still holding onto that moment from earlier, and you can tell that Wonwoo feels it too by the way he hesitates before pulling his hand away.

In the background, the rain has gotten lighter, the sound more of a calming, rhythmic patter against the roof. Most of the cats seemed to have settled back down, and the shelter feels warm and cozy despite the gloomy weather outside.

"Do you want to name her?" Wonwoo asks you, nudging his index finger against her little hand.

You look down at the peacefully sleeping kitten, her soft breaths making her seem even more fragile. After a small pause, you smile softly.

"Mmmh..." You tilt your head, observing the sleeping kitten once more, scanning over her grey fur and the tranquil expression on her cute, tiny face. "How about... 'Luna'?"

Wonwoo's eyes only light up even brighter, just like moon itself. "Luna it is, then."

You rest your head on the table as if trying to get to Luna's eye level.

"Hi, Luna," You coo quietly, careful not to startle her. "I'm going to make sure you find a loving home, alright? I'll make sure of it. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Luna stirs ever so slightly, her little paws kneading the air as if responding to the name and the happiness you promise.

If someone were to stand far away from you, they would probably only see the weariness that passes through your eyes and the relaxed curve to your lips. But Wonwoo likes this up close view of you𑁋the way your pupils seem to be filled with comfort that rivals the soft glow of the morning sun, the way your smile radiates nothing but warmth, and all this love you carry within yourself that makes his heart just a bit more weak. He sees the way your gaze lingers, the way you seem to see a story in Luna's closed eyes, a story that you want to rewrite with just the word home.

And while you keep your eyes on Luna, Wonwoo's eyes only remain on you.

"Do you seriously have to work on your photography project now?"

Your voice catches Wonwoo's attention, causing him to glance up from the camera in his hands and look at you. You had both of your hands in your pockets, encased comfortably in a sweater that still somehow brought some chills up your skin, and a pout to your face with your eyes narrowed in his direction.

"Well, the point of the project is to catch something beautiful and write an analysis about it, and it’s a beautiful day, so…" Wonwoo specifies playfully, before putting his eye back on eyepiece and directing the camera towards you, and he captures a few of you in your cute, somewhat disheveled glory, and there's a couple of pictures of you attempting to hide your face and the shy smile that running across it.

As he continues to snap photos, you swear you catch a glimpse of the fondness in his eyes. He's not just capturing a random moment; he's capturing you, and it's bringing back that warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest. Your cheeks flush, unsure if it's from the cold grazing your face or Wonwoo himself, and you look down, suddenly feeling all too bashful.

When he finally lowers it, he turns to you with a soft smile.

"Perfect," he murmurs, securing the camera back around his neck and under his scarf.

"You're not going use those for your project, right?"

"Nope," he replies simply as he runs up to catch up to you, your shoulders brushing up against each other. "These are just for me."

Your stomach jumps at his response, feeling a sense of warmth enveloping within you despite the chilly air. The crisp breeze tugs at your sweater, making you shiver, and you huddle deeper into it as much as you can. As you continue walking, Wonwoo's gaze keeps flickering to you, his brows furrowing slightly, and he glances down at the navy blue scarf wrapped around his own neck.

It wasn't until you feel something warm and soft drape around your shoulders, and you look over to find that Wonwoo has smoothly wrapped his scarf around you, his own neck now exposed to the cold breeze.

"What are you doing?" You ask, voice filled with surprise and a hint of concern. "Wonwoo, you'll get cold."

All he does is shake his head. "I'll be fine. I want you to be warm."

You're about to protest, but you can only freeze as he secures the scarf around your neck. The gesture warms not only your body but also your heart, yet you're aware of his susceptibility to the cold as well. The scarf also, once again, smells like him, a mixture of a subtle musky cologne, a comforting hint of fresh laundry, and a trace of his natural scent, which is uniquely his own.

But as you peer at him, seeing the way he's shivering and how his hands slip into his pockets, you could only frown.

So being as stubborn as you can be, you step up to him, making sure to move the camera around his neck out of the way before allowing your arms to wrap around him as if trying to share your own warmth with him. You press yourself as close to him as possible, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. You're shorter than him, but it doesn't matter to you at all (though, admittedly, Wonwoo loves it).

For a moment, you both stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the chill of the air is momentarily forgotten.

"Sorry, I just..." You start, voice slightly muffled against his chest. "Don't want you to be cold either."

Wonwoo's laughter rumbles through his chest as he holds you closer, even though he's still shivering a bit, which only made you more determined to keep him warm. He tightens his embrace around you, holding you close, letting his head rest on top of yours.

After a few moments, you pull back a bit, meeting his gaze as you look up at him diffidently, briefly catching sight of his soft lips. A moment of temptation washes over you as you gaze at his mouth, and you feel the urge to lean in just like back in the shelter the other day.

But your fucking nerves and anxiety hold you back once again.

So instead, you tip-toe just a bit and press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, which was dusted with pink from the cold, instinctively seeing the way he cutely scrunches it. Wonwoo blinks in surprise, his lips parting slightly, and before he can react, you quickly pull away, a playful grin on your face.

You were never usually the one to initiate physical affection, but in this moment, something in you shifted, and it felt... right.

"What..." Wonwoo mumbles under his breath. "What was that for?"

It's the way you shrug almost innocently that gets his head spinning.

"Your nose looked cold," You respond impishly.

Oh, he's gone. You don't exactly know it but he is𑁋irrevocably smitten, enamoured, completely caught under your web. In just that single second, he swears he's reduced to an atom, a small, insignificant particle bound to your gravitational pull.

He still can't get himself to respond even from the way your face seems to brighten.

"Come on, let's get to the shelter. I want to see Luna." You reach down to grab his hand, tugging lightly, before dragging him in the direction of the shelter before it gets too cold.

And he just lets you drag him, still caught in a daze the entire way.

Fortunately, the vet found that Luna's injury was not too severe; it only a small sprain in her leg and with proper care, she would recover just fine. This still didn't stop you from spending time with her though, and there are times where Wonwoo would find you in the back of the shelter, where Luna was sprawled sleepily on the table and you would be dozed off right next to her. The two of you resemble each other a lot, a thought that often entertains Wonwoo.

"It's only just a little catnap!" You had claimed, but both you and Wonwoo knew that it was much more than that.

(He also just really likes seeing how cute you are draped in a blanket𑁋or draped in something owned by him in general).

Luna is settled in your lap on the floor, and Loki doesn't seem exactly fond with the new addition to the shelter who had stolen away your attention. So he trails over to Wonwoo instead, who easily picks him up without any hesitation, stroking the grumpy cat's fur as he sits down right next to you. Loki purrs appreciatively in Wonwoo's arms, occasionally casting a slightly jealous glance in Luna's direction.

"I can't believe that we have to go back to school tomorrow," You mutter disappointingly, watching Luna play with a loose thread on your sweater, batting at it with her tiny paw.

"Time flies, doesn't it?" Wonwoo acknowledges sympathetically.

"Yeah, it does," You muse lowly. "But if I could spend all my time here, I would."

"You know that you're welcome here anytime, right?" Wonwoo reassures you. "You could even come here without me, if you want."

You tilt your head at him, scowling playfully. "But... I'd rather be here with you."

A warm blush creeps onto Wonwoo's cheeks at your words. He looks down at Loki, who's comfortably settled in his arms, and then back at you, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"Did you have a good break though?" he asks. "I never got the chance to ask."

You fret out a sigh. Aside from the times you spent with Wonwoo and in the shelter, thinking about how you felt during the break was all too unnerving. "It's... what I expected, you know? Just... you know how my parents are. They always find a way to kind of just... I don't know... make me feel like I'm not enough, I guess?"

Wonwoo only hums in response, quietly listening as you seem to find the voice to spill the thoughts you've been holding in for the longest time.

"and... it's been like this for years. They never change, and so whenever something good happens, I feel like I don't deserve it." Then you pause, taking in a deep breath. "I-I feel like I don't deserve you sometimes."

This makes Wonwoo bring his attention back up, and he's met with your faint smile and eyes that seemed to be filled with guilt.

"I get scared if I show too much, I'll... I don't know, drive you away? Or if I let myself be too happy, I... end up pushing everyone away, and I can't help it because I don't want to push you away𑁋"

"Then pull me in." Wonwoo's voice is soft yet determined. "You know I'm not going anywhere, right? I'm not running away from you, not now, I don’t plan to.”

You could only stare at him; not blankly, but with an intensity that reflects the emotions swirling around your head.

In this world, you never quite felt good enough, smart enough, or pretty enough. You often questioned why someone as amazing as Wonwoo would be interested in someone like you𑁋someone who constantly felt like they were fumbling through life unnoticeably, someone who listened to their head more than their heart, searching for a place to belong, as you felt like you never fit in anywhere.

In this world, you cherished being alone, so you could burden yourself with your own thoughts. It’s different now𑁋being able to crave someone else’s company more than your own, grappling with the thought that another person wants to get to know you, and you’re giving them the chance to unravel you.

"You're more than enough for me, because you’re you, and I like you," he continues. "You can pull me in, and let me share even a small percentage of your thoughts, because that's with this is, right? We're a team."

A team, the words echo in your mind.

"Have you seen how big your heart is?" Wonwoo questions empathetically. "You give so much of yourself, to the cats, to me. It's no wonder they adore you, and... it's no wonder I do too."

He takes a moment to let his words sink in, giving you the space to process the weight of his sentiment. As you look at him, you notice the genuine affection in his eyes, and a flicker of hope ignites within you. Perhaps there is more to you than you allow yourself to believe.

"And... I hope one day I'll be able to get you to see yourself the way I see you, that a part of your heart will have a space for yourself too, because it's okay to be happy,” he says. "You deserve me. I have worries too, you know, but... being with you makes it all a little easier. Maybe I can make it a little easier for you too, if you'll let me in. We can make it easy together."

We can make it easy together, because not every heart can love itself so simply.

There's a few minutes of silence that passes, and you feel all too tongue-tied to think of a proper response, but it's comforting this way. It's the simple act of being there, existing right next to each other, of accepting each other for who you are, and sharing your vulnerabilities that truly matter.

Luna shifts in your hold, and when you peer down at her, you swear you can see yourself in her tiny, sleepy form: someone so fragile, someone deserving of care, someone deserving of the same care that you give her.

It's the silence alone that feels enough to convey that yeah, everything will be alright as long as you have each other.

"She kind of looks like you."

You take a moment to glance up at Wonwoo, giving him an affectionate smile, before bringing Luna up closer to your face.

"You think so?" You ask as you gently stroke Luna's soft fur, and he nods with a soft grin. "I guess we do look alike."

[03:41am | y/n] hi um i think i want to kiss wonwoo now

[10:03am | mf jerry wen] did u srsly just fucking text me at 3am that u want to kiss ur boyfriend u goddamn insomniac also TMI ew gross 🤮🤮 get a room

[10:05am | mf jerry wen] actually ridiculous ANYWAY (ATTACHMENT: 4 VIDEOS)

[10:09am | y/n] STFU STOP SPAMMING MY PHONE W TIKTOKS IM TRYING TO SLEEP

[10:11am | mf jerry wen] WELL WHOSE FAULT IS THAT 🤨 BE GRATEFUL IM WISHING U GOOD LUCK IDIOT REMEMBER TO BRUSH UR TEETH AND PUT ON CHAPSTICK OR SUM

[10:13am | mf jerry wen] okay wait r u being like fr serious rn like u want to do the whole mouth to mouth resuscitation shebang

[10:18am | y/n] whatever the hell that means also how tf do u know the word resuscitation

[10:19am | mf jerry wen] i'm cpr certified 🥰

[10:19am | y/n] when the fuck ykw i'm not even gonna question it i'm going back to sleep

[10:20am | mf jerry wen] HAPPY KISSING BESTIE 💞🤭🥰🫶💘❣️😍😻

"Ready to head out?" Wonwoo asks, standing patiently while you dispose of some trash.

"Yeah, just about to be," You tell him as you throw away your empty cup into the trash bin. When you walk in Wonwoo's direction, he already has his hand out for you, and you take it with a shy, grateful smile.

Outside, the world is hushed and peaceful, still like in a singular picture frame, but in an odd way, a bit brighter than before𑁋perhaps from all the streetlights being on, or perhaps from the quiet excitement of the evening. The weather has been slowly getting colder, and you're both finally bundled up enough to handle the chill. The walk back to your dorm is as quiet as ever, only the occasional sound of leaves rustling and your own footsteps the only disruptions to the silence.

Mid-term season is finally over, and you both managed to find the time to celebrate together by going to a new café that had opened near campus. It was a simple, yet incredibly needed escape from the life of university, or life in general. You haven't felt so relaxed and contented in a while, the weight of exams and assignments lifting from your shoulders.

As the sight of your dorm comes up though, you feel a wave of reluctance hit over you.

You don't want the evening to end just yet.

So when you both finally pause in front of the doors to your dorm, you turn to face him. It's about to be that familiar scene of goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow with him, but something inside of you is telling you that you'd rather see tomorrow... with him right next to you.

"I had a good time tonight," Wonwoo says softly, his gaze lingering on your face. His eyes reflect the dimly lit surroundings, and his fingers gently squeeze your hand.

You smile at him, feeling your cheeks warm at his words. "Me too."

Another round of silence passes as you glance between him and the doors to your dorm. You take in a deep breath.

"I... I was wondering..." You start, already trailing off your words and mentally face-palming yourself from the nerves coursing within. "if... if that offer to stay at your place is still open?"

His eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "You don't have to if you don't want𑁋"

"I do," You quickly assure him, interrupting his hesitations. "I really want to."

With that, you both continue walking past your dorm, leaving behind the familiar in exchange for the unknown. The walk is brisk, the chill in the air making you huddle closer together. Every now and then, your eyes meet, and the corners of your lips quirk up from excitement, and most obviously, nervousness.

Because, in fact, you're both equally as nervous.

That nervousness lingers like a quiet undercurrent as you approach Wonwoo's apartment. You can feel your heart beating a little faster, and you're sure he can sense it too. It's the kind of nervousness that accompanies with something new and exciting.

Wonwoo was lucky enough to not have to deal with the absolute insanity it comes with living in a dormitory. The peace and quietness was something you loved right away, and when he finally leads you up the front door, you feel the nerves resurface once again knowing you're here, and there's no going back now.

You watch amusedly as Wonwoo fumbles with opening the door to his place, and when it unlocks, he steps back to stand right next to you, as if allowing you to make the decision of going in yourself.

However, you could only keep looking at him, and you can see the anticipation in his eyes, the same nervous energy that was coursing through you. It was just the two of you, standing in front of his apartment door, aware of this next step into the unknown.

Wonwoo has been nothing but patient with you. He's told and showed you more times than you can count on your hands and feet that he respects your pace and that he's willing to wait for you to be ready. But there's something about tonight, standing here on the edge of something new, that makes you want to take that leap of faith.

Because you're a team, and you're together.

"I-I really want to kiss you right now," You blurt out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can even think about it, and you feel your face flush out of embarrassment.

Wonwoo swears that simple statement just knocked the life out of him, clearly taken aback, but the surprise soon transforms into a soft, adoring smile. His glance switches from your eyes and settles on your lips and back up to your eyes again. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it too.

"But I'm uh... really nervous," You stammer out shakily, feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable and exposed that you feel like you can probably burst. "I don't... really know how..."

"It's okay." Wonwoo just chuckles, stepping closer to you and leaning in, lips just a breath away from yours. "I'm nervous too."

You feel him put both of his hands at your waist, drawing you closer to him, and the warmth of his touch radiates through the layers of clothing. The soft glow of the hallway light casts on his face, illuminating his warm smile and the sparkle in his eyes. He leans in slowly, giving you time to adjust, stopping right before your lips can meet.

"Can I?" he whispers, his warm breath brushing against your lips, eyes searching yours for consent.

Your heart skips a beat as you nod slightly. The nervousness is still there, evident in the way your fingers twitch lightly, but it's now laced with sweet anticipation. Wonwoo closes the distance between you both, eyes closing as he lets his lips brush against yours a bit hesitantly and tentatively. It's a soft, cautious kiss at first, a testing of waters, and you aren't sure what to do with your hands or how to respond. But as you relax into it, and you kiss him back a bit unconfidently, your hands find their place on his chest, and you can feel the erratic pace of his heart.

His lips taste of comfort and the lingering sweetness of the hot chocolate you both ordered earlier at the café. The world seems to come to a halt; nothing else seems to matter. The hallway light flickers briefly, before shining down like a spotlight on the two of you, highlighting this moment into something incredibly special, a memory etched in your heart. Your initial nervous thoughts had become completely invaded by the thought of only Wonwoo, his lips, his touch, his presence𑁋everything else simply fades into the background.

You can feel the way he smiles under the kiss, the subtle curve of his lips against yours as the kiss deepens ever so slightly, and you can't help but smile too, the corners of your lips turning up as well. There's a gentle urgency in the way his lips move against yours, but he keeps it tender, careful not to rush. Your fingers press gently into Wonwoo's chest as you feel his heartbeat racing under your touch, and his hands on your waist tighten ever so slightly, pulling you even closer.

Yet it isn't until you can feel the way his glasses are slightly pressed against your face that makes you giggle into the kiss.

"Won𑁋" Another bubble of muffled laughter escapes you as he continues to kiss you, his lips teasingly chasing yours and cutting your words off.

Then after a moment, he pulls back to catch some air, and you couldn't help but softly laugh at the way his glasses are endearingly crooked on his face.

"I'm sorry, it's just... Your glasses," You manage to say between breathless, light chuckles, bringing a hand up to readjust them for him on his nose.

He's staring at you with a starry-eyed look as you fix his glasses for him, adoring your concentrated face, and the moment you pull back to look at him, he can't help but press another brief kiss to your lips once more, catching you off-guard.

"Sorry, I..." he mutters apologetically. "Are you... are you okay?"

He tries to scan over your face, searching for any telltale signs of discomfort or hesitation, but all he finds is nothing but the warmth in your eyes and the smile on your lips.

"I'm more than okay," You assure him, pecking him on the lips swiftly, even though your heart is pounding and your head is spinning in circles. You could say that you're absolutely freaking the fuck out and that you might go into cardiac arrest, but you don't, because this is okay𑁋you're okay. "I'm very okay."

You both stand there for a moment, listening to the sounds of each other's heavy breathing as if you're sharing the same rhythm, the same heartbeat. There's that look in his face again𑁋an earnest look of admiration, affection, and longing, like he's trying to engrave every detail of your face, of this moment, into his memory, or like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky above.

It isn't until a sudden chill makes you both shiver that the two of you notice you're still standing outside in the hallway.

"We should probably head inside," he suggests coyly, and you nod in agreement.

"Yeah." You giddily reach down to grab his hand right away. "We should."

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first off, I just wanna say how I love how you write izuku like??? my sweet boy doesn't get much appreciation and I'm just obsessed with the scenarios you've made with him 🤭💜 second, would it be okay to request a scenario in which the bnha boys (Deku, Bakugo, any other if you want!) who's been dating the reader for a while but it's a secret relationship- which suddenly gets revealed?

thank you! can't wait for more of your writing! 💜

SECRET RELATIONSHIP GETS REVEALED ! the secret relationship between you and your pro-hero boyfriend gets revealed to the public

with deku, bakugo ( pro heroes )

notes ahaha izuku is definitely one of my favs and ur so right when u say he doesn't get enough appreciation :( but i'm here to change that lol ! thanks for requesting ! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

your boyfriend didn't want his relationship with you to go live because one, he's legitimately one of the most hated heroes by villains and two, the media won't ever leave you alone. he found it better this way, for both of your sakes.

it worked for a while, and though the both of you had to make little sacrifices here and there, the arrangement was more than perfect. that was until someone tipped the media off with one (1) very rare photo of you and boyfie out and about in disguise (a terrible one, at that).

photos of the pro-hero's new companion dominated the internet and everyone was wondering who the mystery person was.

it happened so fast that you and your boyfriend were out of the loop. in fact, you and your boyfriend were out on a secret date when the news exploded.

IZUKU

izuku zipped his crossbody bag up and fitted a black baseball cap tightly on his head. his green curls were hard to miss regardless of any disguise he thought up. he flashed you a determined smile. "ready for our day out, love?"

"born ready," you mimicked his way-too-serious tone. "but won't you relax a bit?"

at your comment, his shoulders stiffened. "why, do i not look relaxed?"

he was standing like his friend, iida—almost robotically, like a sentry who was on high alert. you could see the tired circles under his eyes though the shadow of the cap made them almost invisible. his casual outfit covered one of the essential pieces of hero gear; his gloves. it was almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

you drifted to his side, an amused smile on your face. "we've done this before, izu. nobody will notice!"

"at least i have a better chance," he raised an eyebrow at you, spinning you around in his arms. "your disguise is non-existent."

"hey, i'm not the super-famous pro-hero that everyone adores." you stuck your tongue at him, making him smile reflexively.

"it's not my fault i'm so charming."

"oh my god."

a little more bickering and a car ride later, you both arrived at the museum you had planned to tour. the guide handed you pamphlets after welcoming you to the grounds, informing you that she'd take you around the exhibits in a short moment.

"oooh..." you flipped through the brochure, excitement bubbling through you. "there's a lot of things in here."

izuku rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to read as fast as you were flipping pages. his hand enveloped yours in an effort to stop you from turning the pages at a lightning pace— "honey, can you go slower?"

you giggled and thumbed the whole pamphlet, making a little buzzz sound as you did so. "weren't you at the top of your class, izu?" you shrugged nonchalantly. "just read faster."

his hands snaked to clasp around your stomach from where they rested on your waist. an uncontrollable laugh threatened to bubble out of you. "really, 'just read faster'? a little cheeky today, aren't you, love—?"

"uhm... couple at the back, please refrain from pda as there are children around." the tour guide cleared her throat. a crowd had gathered for the next tour around the museum and it appeared as though they were ready to start.

you and izuku jumped away from each other as if you were caught by a teacher in high school, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"sorry, miss." izuku mumbled in a low voice, head hanging. he gave you an amused smile that you returned with a huge grin, accepting the hand he held out for you.

halfway into the tour, the group grew so bored they retreated to the comfort of their phones. hanging around the back, you thought it unusual that so many people began to glance backwards at you and your boyfriend, whispering among themselves.

you caught glimpses of their phone screens, questioning why the hell your face was on them.

you nudged izuku's side to tell him just as the teens in front of you spun around, screaming "it's deku and his s/o!"

you and izuku froze like deers in headlights as the commotion spread through the group.

wait, how do you know? the news just made a story about it today. there's a picture of them here! and besides, he's wearing the same disguise.

you gave izuku a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly at you. "what the heck should we do?!"

"deny it??" he said, though he didn't seem sure of his answer. "that photo?" he talked to the crowd again. "not her."

"yeah, i get it all the time," you chuckle nervously, playing along. you shrunk into his side. the attention was sending shockwaves through your body.

the kids weren't buying it. "well, you're obviously deku." one deadpanned.

"me?" a boxy grin spread on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "no, i'm just... not him..."

seriously, didn't they have specific media training classes at UA for this kinda thing? you rolled your eyes at his response.

"who else has green hair?!" another crossed their arms. "you're so deku."

you both held up your hands, as if caught red-handed by the police. you squeaked, "we're just two random, normal strangers having a date in a museum, promise—"

a kid waddled up to deku's side and pulled his signature gloves out of his pants' pockets, holding them up triumphantly. yours and deku's head slowly turned to watch it unfold before looking at each other almost comically. a long pause followed.

"it's deku and his s/o!" the kid yelled, pointing a chubby finger at the two of you. the whole vicinity was alerted to the famous hero's presence.

you clung to izuku's arms and the swarm encroached on your space, clamoring for autographs, information, pictures—anything they could get their hands on.

to your surprise, deku wasn't the only center of attention. you were asked your name, age, and occupation, where you grew up, if you knew 'their' deku in high school—

izuku's upper arm came under your bum as he leapt back from the crowd at lightning speed, yelling a very apologetic sorry! as he zoomed the both of you away to safety. you screamed as you hung over his shoulder.

he parkoured his way up the museum building, crouching on the roof. it wasn't the first time izuku used his super speed with you in his arms, but holding you like a sack of potatoes wasn't the best position—not if you liked your neck.

he set you down and smoothed your clothes, his hands flying everywhere accompanied by a thousand apologies.

your hands caught his wrist and you gave him a pointed look. "how did they find out? we were super careful."

his concerned expression quickly turned unimpressed. "sweetheart, you have no disguise."

"they believed i was just some random person after we denied it. they already knew you were deku!" you retorted, flicking his cap upwards and allowing the tufts of green to spring out.

he opened his mouth to respond before he snapped it shut. "it's not my fault i'm hard to miss..." he muttered.

you softened and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. "i'm sorry, jus' a little on edge."

his hands rubbed your back soothingly before he hugged you back. "it'll be okay." he felt something cold against him and he looked down to see you pull out your phone, pressing it against his body as you got to the bottom of this. "hey—"

"it's all over the news, along with katsuki and his s/o." you hummed, scrolling through article after article.

"hey." he repeated firmly. he gently tugged the phone from your hands, slipping it in his pocket. "it'll be okay. i'll make sure you're protected, not that you aren't already, and we'll get you a new apartment, closer to mine."

you sighed. "i'm not really worried about that."

he gave you a concerned look, wondering if he needed to look into your lack of self-preservation. "...you're not worried about someone potentially attacking you?"

you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting his chest. "well, duh, but i know no one can really get past you and your brigade of hero friends." you waved off his concern. "i'm worried about the paparazzi and gossip channels—what if everyone decides i'm not good enough and they pressure you to leave me? what if—"

"i'm going to have to stop you right there," he gave one of those self-proclaimed (but also, he wasn't wrong) 'charming' smiles as he cut into your rambling. "being with you is my conviction. no one's gonna pressure me to do anything except marry you one day."

you blinked, a huge grin spreading on your face. all your worries were gone when you let his words sink in.

izuku realized what he really said. "or... something like that, you know?" he muttered under his breath, color rising to his cheeks as he looked away.

a moment passed as he held you on the museum rooftop, the date turning out much different than expected. he gasped out of nowhere, jostling you out of your thoughts. his little giggle made you suspicious.

"kacchan just texted me something really interesting; he got stuck in traffic and is trying to hide out in his car—oh."

"what?"

he turned his phone to you. it was a post titled 'NEW!" and underneath was a very blurry photo of you and izuku on the rooftop at that very moment.

you scrunched up your face. "your fans are weird."

he laughed openly. you stared at him with such adoration that you hoped the press got a picture of his blissful face so you could fawn over it later. "have you even read the things they're saying about you?" he kissed your forehead. "i have a feeling they're gonna grow to obsess over you more than me."

BAKUGO

you heard the impatient jangle of keys as bakugo called after you. "we're gonna be late for our res, baby, get your beautiful ass in the car."

you giggled as you stuffed the last of the stuff you needed in your bag. you exaggerated a gasp and wagged a finger at him. "take me on a date first, mister."

he rolled his eyes. "i am literally trying to do that right now, but someone ain't listenin."

"fine, damn, i'll go on a date with you." you huffed, keeping up with the bit as you walked past him, tossing him a playful look over your shoulder. he smiled softly, following closely.

you got in the car and watched him with starry eyes. he was focused on starting the car and setting the music, but all you could think of was how good he looked in a turtleneck. he had so much faith in that face mask, though, as you'd told him multiple times that it was a really bad disguise.

"you're starin'." he glanced out his window before pulling out the parking spot.

heat rose to your cheeks. he held his hand out and you laced your fingers in them. he squeezed your hand.

the ride was smooth and calm, the hum of the engine complimenting the mellow yet catchy songs playing. you were jamming out until you realized you hadn't moved in a while.

you ducked closer to the windshield. the light was red, and the traffic was piling up. you pursed your lips, glimpsing at the irritated drivers around you.

"looks like we might not make our res, huh?" you mused. bakugo hummed.

"it's whatever, betcha they'll still take us anyway." he grinned mischievously.

you squeezed his hand, chastising him. "kats, you can't use your 'i'm a famous hero' card on date nights."

"m'just teasing, baby." he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. his head rested on his shoulder as he gave you a look. "better get comfortable."

you laughed and let go of his hand, turning fully in your seat to face him. "kats! keep your eyes on the road!"

"why? i wanna look at you." he smirked.

snap!

a bright flash made both of you freeze, though bakugo reacted quicker. he sat up in his seat, leaning over the wheel as he peered out your window at the car beside you. the two girls in the front row were fawning over the picture they just took.

he glared. "a couple of fans, i guess?"

you breathed out a sigh of relief. "thank god i was facing away from—"

snap!

you squeaked in surprise and reflexively covered your face. you leaned back in the seat to see a couple other teens laughing triumphantly over their rare photo.

bakugo observed your shock and panic silently before he laughed, thoroughly amused.

you groaned, slumping below the windows. "i was talking when they took that picture, i'll look distorted." you whined, voice muffled behind your hands.

he tsked. "i'm sure they got your good side, babe." he was trying to act calm but really his mind was racing at a million thoughts per minute. he had tinted windows. he made sure to make an appearance this morning so people would think he was out hero-ing for the whole day. was this a freak occurance, or...?

you opened your phone and were flooded with articles upon articles of you and bakugo on your dates. in hindsight, yes, those disguises were really bad. those pictures were low-quality but anyone who was anyone would be able to recognize bakugo's spiky blond hair.

everyone was speculating who the mystery person was and how their relationship would be, etc etc. you groaned again as you held up your phone to bakugo.

"what?" he whispered, breaking out of his thoughts.

"come down here," you motioned for him to join you below the window.

he scrunched up his face. "... i'm not doing—"

"come down here." you hissed, pulling him by his shoulder to crouch below the window's line of sight. he blinked, not entirely surprised or against the action. "look!"

he scrolled through, some news pages looking familiar. he sighed. "my agency was starting to talk about these rumors."

"why didn't you tell me?!"

"i thought they'd handle it!"

you pouted and he softened, kissing your cheek. "no one's gonna get a hold of any bad pictures of you, promise. i'll make sure of it."

you smiled. "really?"

he grinned, lovesick. "yeah." so what if the whole world would know you're his? he could deal with the details later.

muddled banging made you jump.

"dynamight, is that your s/o?!" the girls from the car over squashed their faces to the window, cupping their hands around their eyes.

you screamed and dynamight gave them a what the hell look.

he blast through the car roof, holding you by the waist as he soared upwards with loud pops behind him. landing on a nearby roof, he checked to make sure you were okay. all he was concerned about was the frown on your face.

"what, you not comfortable with everyone knowin' bout us?" he asked, voice soft.

you perked up, shaking your head. "no! obviously not. i'm just..." you curled your knees to your chest. "you're a hotshot and you have so many people after you. dunno if i meet expectations."

"who cares?" he scoffed indignantly. "you exceed mine. that's all that matters."

you giggled, your sad disposition quickly morphing into a smile. "yeah?"

"yeah." he assured you, pushing your knees down and swinging them to the side. the momentum made your whole body twist so that you were parallel to him. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his embrace.

"now i gotta call that nerd so he can move our car. we're causin' more traffic."

bonus:

"kacchan!" izuku chirped, his s/o on his back as he floated in the air. bakugo's face twisted up as if the green-haired boy wasn't one of his best friends.

"hey." bakugo jerked a thumb at his very broken car. "can you take care of that for me?"

"yeah, i got it." with his gloves on, izuku initiated blackwhip. the tendrils snaked around the car and hoisted it into the air, freeing up that lane once again. "did you suddenly get exposed out of nowhere, too?"

bakugo snorted. "yeah, ain't that a coincidence?"

izuku chuckled softly as he nodded. "yeah, super weird."

who could've gotten the jump on two of the most famous heroes' love lives, anyway?

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