#NO! For you the ideal is no kids!!! So shut up about the rest!! All the fucking communal bollocks lmao

[empress-simps]

A Gryffindor's Grief

Pairing: James Potter x Fem! Slytherin! Reader

CW: Reader's family and language

Genre: Angst

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Note: My first ever marauders fic! Kinda nervous to post this ngl… I'm still thinking if I should make a second part. I want to hear what you guys think about this! Requests are open! Photos used are from Pinterest! Credits to the owner!

It was forbidden love, really.

Those little moments of not-so-accidental touches, stealing glances, and discreet smiles sent each other's way were your means of communicating with each other.

James Fleamont Potter, a Gryffindor boy that was absolutely smitten with You; Slytherin's Princess.

An odd combination that would only lead to chaos.

Being one of the sacred twenty-eight wizarding families meant that you command power and respect from everyone you meet— intentionally or unintentionally. The idea about blood purity, power, and influence was already in your mind as soon as you were able to grasp things your toddler brain could handle.

You were taught to only mingle with pure-blood families, people who could be useful and loyal to you, and those with power, influence, and wealth. Your family’s distaste for muggles and muggleborns were also ingrained into your mind, as if they programmed you to believe what they believed in. It wasn’t that hard, after all you were surrounded by rich witches and wizards who are blood supremacists.

For someone who grew up with those ideals and values, you thought it was right. Although, your belief came tumbling down the longer you spend time at Hogwarts and got to know James Potter and the rest of the Marauders.

James, he made you feel alive.

It felt as if he was the breath of fresh air that you never knew you needed. Away from that suffocating Malfoy Manor, the scrutinizing gazes of your family, and away from rich pure blood problems. Being with him felt exhilarating, he was the buzz in your life. James brought so much joy into your dark, lavish, and empty lifestyle.

It was quite funny, picturing him as your knight in shining armor, whisking you away from your pretty, gold cage.

"Malfoy!" Evan Rosier, a pure-blooded Slytherin raised his hand in your direction, motioning you to come over and sit beside him during breakfast in the great hall. Cold eyes like Lucius Malfoy's travelled in his direction, a questioning brow raised.

"Rosier, you are being too loud." She commented, walking, and sitting next to him before greeting the person beside him, Regulus Black.

"Good morning, Regulus."

"Good morning, Y/n."

Barty Crouch Jr. looked up from his meal and snickered at the both of you. "Good morning, Mum and Dad." He teased, greeting you both as Evan laughed along with the other Slytherins near them. Heck even Severus has a small smirk planted on his face. "If you wish to make your family line extinct, then please feel free to continue with your remarks, Crouch."

He smirked, putting his hands up in mock surrender "Just kidding, Y/n. Geez. Rough summer, I suppose?"

You felt your lips press into a thin line, an obvious answer to the question; It was horrendous.

Evan’s laughter slowly dies, he shakes his head, “Give her a break mate, she just got the biggest news of her life during summer. Isn’t that right Y/n-“

“Shut your mouth Rosier if you do not want to be hexed into next month.” Her empty threat really doesn’t do damage to Evan, he just shrugged, taking it as a warning that you’re not in the mood for jokes.

Your father, Abraxas Malfoy and older brother, Lucius Malfoy made a huge decision for your future. Hearing rumors here and there about their Slytherin Princess being romantically involved with a blood traitor in Gryffindor enraged your father, Abraxas. That will certainly not do, they will not sit idly and watch as the Malfoy name be... tainted with those rumors.

You remember how you felt dread entering your system, fighting the urge to run and throw up as you mustered up a façade, “Those are just baseless rumors, a plot to ruin my image in school." You held your head high, praying they do not see the truth.

Abraxas stared at you, his daughter, with a monotone expression. "Your brother and I do not care whether those ridiculous rumors are true or not." Lucius nods, agreeing. What a lie. You know your family well enough to not believe what comes out of their mouths in situations like this.

"We do not care if you had relations with the boy, even though it is rumored that he is a blood traitor, you knew well enough not to fool around with mudbloods. Well done, Y/n. Perhaps you could change his views, get him to join our cause.” Lucius looked at you. You could press your lips into a thin line, trying to find an answer.

 “That tactless boy's role is to only be a bed warmer for you, remember that Y/n." Your father stood from the chair he sat in the drawing room. Slowly walking towards you. “Although, I suppose it ends now. I heard Lady Walburga Black is looking for a potential bride to their heir, Regulus Black.”

After a week, it was official; You are to be wedded to Regulus Black, your friend, Sirius’ brother.

You could not do anything about the arrangement, what fight would you have put up? A young girl like you, who does not have any power, influence, and wealth could only suck it up and accept.

How you wish it was James you were betrothed to.

“James, you came.” You breathed out, seeing him take off the invisibility cloak. The moonlight in the astronomy tower complimented his features, he offered a small smile sitting beside you.

The stakes were high, you were sure underlings of your brother (and possibly father) in the school have their eyes trained to you as you enter another year in Hogwarts. You would need to find new ways to meet up with your lover. Regulus’ eyes discreetly looked towards James, who is undeniably looking at you.

“Wouldn’t want for my girl to be alone, you know?”

He joked, intertwining his finger with you, a second nature to the both of you. Squeezing his hand, you softly looked at him. “I missed you, pothead.” He leaned towards your face, kissing you on the forehead. One of the things he does that never fails to make you feel flustered. “I missed you too, love.” You rolled her eyes, slightly shoving him playfully, “Stop being sappy, Pothead.”

“You secretly like it, love. You can’t lie to me.” He grinned, although the last sentence made you tense up. James shot you a concerned look, noticing your body language. “Something wrong, love?” You were torn, deciding on whether you tell him about the engagement rather than keeping quiet and leaving him in the dark about your current situation.

“I got engaged.” Before you could even stop yourself, the words flew out of your mouth. Shit. It wasn’t how she planned to tell him. The light atmosphere suddenly became dark and heavy. You can feel James turn rigid, freezing up as he muttered. “So, it was true, huh?” He scoffed bitterly, hurt overtaking his features. “James…” You gently called, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, turning his body away from you.

She tried to ignore the hurt she felt, pushing it down as she understood why James was acting this way.  “Sirius told me.” He choked out, still not looking at you. James really does know you well, answering the question you haven’t even voiced out yet. The slight tremble in his voice made your heart crack. You bit your lip, of course Sirius found out; he was still a Black after all.

“I love you, James. I really do.”

You spoke to him, you raised your hand, about to put a hand on his back that was still facing you but deciding against it before it touched him. Your hands faltering before dropping down to your sides. He shakes his head violently, his curly locks getting messier than they already were.

“Don’t… Don’t say it like that, love.” He pleaded, slowly turning to face you again, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Don’t say it like you’re about to leave me. This. Us.” He croaked; you felt his large hands placed on top of yours. He brought it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

“James…” You managed to utter out, voice getting caught at the throat.

James knew he was acting like a child, but damn- he never thought it could hurt this much. He pictured both of you marrying each other, living in a large house with a big backyard because he insisted it will be great for when you have kids. Merlin, he even imagined about 3 or 4 kids looking like the perfect mix of you both, running out and about with their names already carefully thought out.

out. He daydreamed that the both of you grow old, watching you tell stories to your grandkids about their grandfather’s mischief during your years at Hogwarts.

“I have to, James.” She chokes out, tears spilling onto her cheeks. Those four little words made James’ little bubble of happiness burst with just a bat of an eye.

“Don’t… don’t do this to me, love.” He pleaded; he even went down onto his knees as he saw you standing up from your place beside him. Poor James, luckily it was only you, the moon, and the walls of the Astronomy Tower watched him become a wreck.

“I love you, please remember that you will always have my heart, James. I wish you find happiness.” The part ‘without me’ was unsaid but was heard. It took a lot of courage, strength, and self-control not to fall apart. Deep down, you wanted James to say the same to you, proclaiming his love again for the last time you’ll be together.

“I love you Y/n, so much. No one will ever make me feel the way you did. I’ll find a way; a way for us to be happy together. I swear on my life.” He promised, looking at you straight in the eye. You could only close your eyes before smiling at him, trying to blink the tears away. Stars, you hoped James really does find a way.

“Goodbye, Potter.” She turns, walking away.

Maybe Slytherins and Gryffindors really aren’t meant to be together.

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #marauders fanfiction #slytherin reader #james potter #marauders fic #marauders era #marauders #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #harry poter

[lovelybrooke]

Excuse me, I know you wrote for L Lawliet a lot but if you have time could you write for a platonic yandere L Lawliet and a child gender neutral reader? It can be a story or headcanons, anything you want.

Thanks!

Aren't you excited (Platonic Yandere L Lawliet x child reader).

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The house was surprisingly quiet today.

You knew why, L was here today. Well not here, it was just him on a computer, but his presence still left an impact. All the other kids were gathered around the computer, asking him question after question.

You never really cared. Unlike some of the other children, you no longer hold out hope that you'll eventually become L successor. You don't wish to waste time striving for an unattainable goal, rather focusing on something much more obtainable, being adopted.

The sounds of children talking was distant but audible, but you choose to ignore it in favor of the book in your lab. This is probably your eighth time reading it, but you enjoy it more than the other books in the library. It's a fantasy novel about a girl traveling through time trying to save her family. It was basic, all the twists and turns very simple, but it had a charm a lot of the other books didn't.

"(Y/N), would you like to talk to L?" A softspoken adult comes up to you, eyeing you at your spot on the couch. You shake your head, sparing them a small glance before returning to your book. The man sighs, walking back over to the computer, whispering something into the microphone as the kids disperse in multiple directions. You can hear the computer shut close as the man walks out of the room with it tucked under its arm, his face adorning an unreadable expression.

---

During lunch you sat alone.

You've never been good at making friends, the Wammy's house not exactly being an ideal place to foster friendships. Either way, you've always been a solitary person, opting for the comfort of books rather than people.

But for some reason, today was different.

You sat down at your unofficial official table, tucked away in a corner just so you could push away your lunch and read the chosen book of the day.

But today, you were spooked by the sound of the chair across from you scrapping, the soft sound of someone sitting down filling you with dread. Slowly turning your head up, you come face to face with near, L's most likely successor. He gives you a wide eye stare, like he was trying see into your soul.

Admittedly, Near freaked you out. It wasn't unusual for the children at the Wammy's house to be bad at communicating, but with Near, it was different. It wasn't unusual to catch him staring at you, unabashedly, or for him to ask you strange questions that threw you for a loop. In short, you two weren't really the greatest of friends.

"Did you need something?" You whisper to him, giving him a very confused look. Near shuffled into his seat further, his strange way of sitting causing your brow to furrow. His legs were too his chest, his hands resting on his knees. While it looked uncomfortable, he seemed perfectly fine. Almost too fine.

"Why aren't you eating?" He asked, ignoring your question.

Some of the tenseness in your shoulders leave at the sound of his soft voice, but you were still clearly on edge. "I'm reading." You say, shaking your book a little for emphasis. Near nods, an uncaring air around him. He shuffles a bit more, listening to the children around him speaking, his eyes constantly darting from you to the others around you.

You try your hardest to ignore the kid across from you, but every time you felt his gaze flicker towards you, you wanted to fall over and die. Eventually, it becomes too much to bear and with a small huff, you confront the odd boy.

"What do you want." It sounded rude, but you were fed up with the staring and whispers. Despite you clear annoyance, Near doesn't respond instantly, simply tilting his head with a thumb in his mouth.

"Do you ever think about being adopted" He questions. You fumble for a second before countering back.

"Sometimes." That was an understatement, and he could tell. A small, nearly unnoticeable smile crosses his face, though it returns back to his stoic expression before you could comment on it.

"What do you mean, sometimes?" Now he was just playing with you, and irritation was written all across your face.

You shrug your shoulders, the book that was previously in your hands now closed on the table. "I want the same as everyone else here, a happy family." You raise a brow at him, "how about you?"

"Same probably." It was a quick answer, and the strange look on Near's face made you think he was hiding something from you. Though, the blank expression on your face made it hard to get anything out of him.

"He asked for you, y'know?" Your movement stopped. He was referring to L, you could tell by the look on his face, a faraway but somehow focused expression. You, in contrast, were shocked that L knew you. But he probably knew about everyone in the orphanage, right? You didn't want to dwell on it too long, your stomach already hurt from the lack of food, you didn't need to add on nerves on top of it.

"Okay, what about it?" You knew lunch was about to end soon but you wished it was over right now.

Near slowly shuffled off the chair, his eyes never leaving you as he moves. He whispers something too quiet to hear as the squeaking of chairs and sounds of children fill the room. You turn to grab you book, but before you could ask him any more questions, Near was gone.

---

Today, you got a new book.

It was the sequel to the one you were previously reading. You were shocked to see the book in the library. It rarely got new books, and science fiction was definitely at the bottom of the list.

Though, you weren't complaining. It was a nice change of pace to be able to read something new for one. Plus, it was in pristine condition, barely a mark on it. It was like no one had even touched it before you.

"(Y/N), are you listening?" You snap up, a very upset teacher eyeing you. You nod shyly, closing the book slowly while attempting to ignore the giggling of children. The teacher rolls her eyes, very much used to your behavior at this point. "Really, (Y/N), I don't know how you expect to get anywhere with your heads always up in the clouds."

You don't really process her words, used to them at this point. You weren't like the other children, you weren't naturally gifted, you didn't have the same skills as them. You rather spend your time in your own world, than in one that seemed so against you.

A knock on the door turned your attention away from the teacher, a man entering the room. He was the same one from the other day, the soft-spoken man who seemed very annoyed with your reluctance to talk to L. His eyes darted around the room, landing on yours for a second to long, causing you to look down at your lap in embarrassment. The teacher acknowledged his presence by speeding over to him, exchanging whispers to each other for a few moments.

The classroom was dead silent as the teacher pointed towards you and directed you to the man, motioning you out of the room. So much was communicated without words. You knew it was urgent by the jolts and jerks of her movement, and by how the man placed his hand on your back to get you to move faster though the long winding hallways.

It felt like hours of walking before you were sat down in an empty classroom. It looked like it had been empty for a while, noted by the dust lining the tables and the thick air surrounding you. "Please, sit near the front." He said, pointing to the closest table. You fumble for a few seconds, very confused and nervous, before sitting down, smoothing down your clothes in an attempt to self sooth.

A piece of paper and a pencil is placed down on your desk, "All you need to do is answer the questions." He said, his voice calm as ever, though there was a hit of edge behind every word. "Most of them are opinion based, so don't dwell on the questions to long." He paused, sitting down at the teacher's desk in the front of the classroom. "Please just...answer honestly." His words become quite as he continues, but they fill you this enough dread to take them to heart.

You lean forward, slowly moving your seat as to make as little noise as possible. You flip the paper, nothing on the back, and the front appeared to only have five questions.

Question number one, "what is your favorite food?" You tilt your head, confused, but ultimately relieved that it was simple to answer. You scribble down a few words before moving onto the next one.

Question number two, "where do you want to live when you grow up?" Slightly strange question, usually it's what you want to do when you grow up, but sure, you weren't really complaining. Again, you write a few things until you feel satisfied.

Question number three, "Do you have difficulty making friends?" You almost drop your pencil at the question, but you calm yourself quickly. You don't know how to answer the question really, but you think of Near, and your very few conversations. They were fine, but you were never really friends, at least you don't think so. You wonder if Near thought of you as a friend.

Question number four, "Would you like to be adopted?" What sort of question was that, of course you did. Wasn't that the point of everyone here. You dreamed of having a normal, simple family. Instead, you're stuck here, for what seems like forever. You don't say that though, just writing down something simple.

Question number five, "Describe your ideal father figure." You racked your brain for an example, but nothing really came. Instead, your mind went to the protagonist father in your favorite book. He was a reserved man but had a deep love for his daughter. He did everything in his power to keep her safe, eventually even sacrificing himself to have her live. You admired the selflessness of the man, his devotion to his child, and his desire to keep her safe. If you have a father, you'd want one like that. You write it down quickly.

After finishing all the questions, you stand up and rush over to the table, placing the paper down in front of the man. You stand still as he grabs the paper, placing it in a folder and then in his bag. "Good, good, thank you." He gives you an awkward smile, "You can return to class now."

You nod, shuffling toward the door, your fists tightly clenched as anxiousness filled your body. Before you can leave, you're turning around quickly, facing the man. "What was the test for?" You ask, voice wavering.

The man barely spares you a glance as he collects his things and stands up. "You don't have to worry about it for now." Again, there was that smile, and your stomach churned.

---

Today was quiet.

L wasn't here today, or you guess, he wasn't on the computer today. The common room was filled with children quietly talking, doing homework, playing games. You, like every other day, was sitting on your spot in the couch, reading your book.

Everyone in a while, you look over at the children playing games. It wasn't uncommon to see children playing games together, but the games looked new, some even still covered in plastic wrap. You assumed that they were donated, or that one of the caretakers bought them.

The new board games brought your mind to your new book, pristine and untouched. It was strange, all these new items popping up in the orphanage. Entranced by your thoughts, you rub the edge of your book. It couldn't have been a coincident, you were the only one that read that book, so much that the librarian let you keep it indefinitely.

Maybe she was being nice, saw that you enjoyed the book, and bought you the rest of the series. But even she was surprised by new book, like she wasn't aware of its existence.

"(Y/N)." You look up, it was someone different, and older man this time. "May I have a word with you?" You nod, closing your book and placing it on the couch.

You follow the man into a much more formal room than the classroom you were in yesterday. It was mostly bare, simply a desk with two chairs across it. You take a seat, the old man following suit, grasping his hands together as he places them in the middle of the desk.

The man smiles, noting your clear nerves, "don't worry, you're not in trouble." You nod, letting out an audible exhale. The man chuckles, his smile not leaving, which calms you a little. "I have some news about your potential adoption."

You barely have time to feel any happiness before you're asking questions. "I-I'm sorry. Who are you?" You ask with a tilt of your head. The man doesn't react to your confusion, his expression never changing.

"I am Watari." He said and your eyes wide. You knew about Watari, but most children don't see him these days. He was always concerned with L, and unless you were likely to be his successor, you were not likely to see him.

Watari is perceptive and can tell your discomfort at his precedence. He reclines back in his chair, leaving some space in between you too. He sighs, calm and gentle, it was hard to tell he was an old man, other than his old looks. "I promise there's nothing to worry about." He pauses, watching your breathing calm, "L has...taken an interest in you, to say the least." He mumbles the last part. "He's been keeping an eye on you; he knows your favorite color, your favorite food, your favorite book." He lists things off, one by one, they bring you no comfort.

"You know, a part of me considers L my son. I care about him deeply." His words were serious, a contrast to his previous infliction. "I know he would do the same if given the chance."

You didn't know how to respond. You didn't know what to think. It was hard to think under these circumstances. You don't imagine you have a choice, judged by the way Watari is framing his words. He wasn't offering something; he was telling you what was going to happen.

"I'll help you pack your things, will leave in a few minutes." He guides you out the room, heading towards your bedroom. You shake of your confusion, stumbling slightly towards the common room.

In your seat was Near, his book in his hands, skimming though the pages. When you enter, he looks up, offering one of his strange smiles. "Aren't you excited?" You don't respond as he hands you the book.

Suddenly, all the love you once had for it gone.

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A/n: Sorry for the lack of L, hope you still enjoyed it.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere death note x reader #death note x reader #yandere death note #death note fanfiction #yandere l lawliet #l lawliet x reader

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Cherry Chapstick

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.

(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)

Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.

“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.

Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.

Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.

“Tired?”

Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.

You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”

Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.

“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.

“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”

“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.

Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”

Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.

Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.

With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.

Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”

“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”

“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.

You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.

“No, you can’t have any.”

Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”

Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.

“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”

Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.

Your silence was the answer he needed.

“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”

Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.

“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”

It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.

Manipulative little bastard.

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”

Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.

Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.

“I can’t even have a little?”

“No.”

Ugh, be like that then.

———

Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.

“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.

“No.” Armin replied.

“But my lips are chapped!”

“Figure it out.” He shouted back.

Oh I will.

———

“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.

Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.

Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.

“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.

Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.

“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.

You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.

“Ar-”

“No chapstick, (y/n).”

Damn.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”

Shit. Think (y/n).

Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”

A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”

Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.

“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”

You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.

A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.

You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”

His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.

“U-uh, I-”

“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.

His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

Oh. Oooh

He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.

“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.

Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”

“O-okay.”

Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.

How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-

—————

The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.

Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.

You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.

Oh yeah…

What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.

You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.

You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.

Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.

Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.

“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”

Oops. Yes, yes it was.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you said you lost it!”

“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”

Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”

Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.

“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.

—————

“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.

The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.

Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.

“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.

“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”

You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”

“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.

A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.

You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.

Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.

“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.

Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.

The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.

You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.

Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.

“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”

You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.

Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?

Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”

And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.

He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.

“Okay.”

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[beom1e]

jerk! not so bad

your hometown begins to bring back many pleasant memories, and being with yeonjun just feels right. and, as your friendships with the boys individually improves — and you find forgiveness for each of them within yourself — you become less bothered by beomgyu’s incessant teasing and taunting.

pairing choi beomgyu x fem! reader

genre humour, fluff, angst, guitarist! beomgyu

warning empty threats, cursing, jealousy

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much to your dismay, you had made quite the discovery shortly after waking up from the first night staying with your childhood friends.

for a moment, you’d felt like the main character in a cheesy romantic comedy. the birds were chirping, the sun was shining down onto your bed and you stretched out in that stereotypical movie way. but minutes into waking up — when you had slipped on your house slippers and opened up your bedroom door — the first sight of your day was beomgyu.

you’d groaned and rolled your eyes and huffed all the way down the stairs, stomping and making an entrance into the kitchen. and of course, beomgyu had made a comment about how he thought your pyjamas were ridiculous and childish.

‘why didn’t you tell me i was being stationed next to this jerk for the next month?’ you continued your tantrum.

‘you know, i really don’t care for that term,’ beomgyu rolled his eyes, stood beside you now. to the rest of the boys, you looked like two pathetic children just unable to get along. ‘what if i just non-stop called you a—?’

‘a what!?’ you snapped at him.

‘y/n, calm down,’ soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. ‘it’s not like you’re sharing a room with him.’

that ideal hardly lasted the next ten minutes.

your hope to have a peaceful, morning bubble bath quickly dissipated as soon as you stepped into what you thought was your own bathroom. there was a second door in your room and you opened it up to see your promised bathroom, but there just happened to be somebody in it. and of course, that person just so happened to be beomgyu.

‘you have got to be kidding me,’ beomgyu turned his head back at the sound of your voice, rolling his eyes before turning back to face the mirror. ‘soobin is so dead.’

‘how do you think i feel?’ he spoke with toothpaste still in his mouth. ‘my room is a guest bedroom, that’s why there’s an adjoining bathroom. i mean, i’m a vital part of the band, and yet they shut me away in this corner with our guest.’

‘do you ever shut up?’ you smiled mockingly. ‘and at least spit before you continue being a complete ass.’

life following your discovery was one big competition between you and beomgyu, over who could bug the other more. his favourite trick was to spend an ungodly amount of time in the bathroom every morning, claiming he had to perfect his hair or he ‘missed a spot’ shaving. many times, you just shoved him out of the way and coped with having to share your space. he crossed the line, however, when he walked in on you showering. and not because it was an idiotic, rude, invasive thing to do, but because of the way he reacted.

‘my eyes!’ he’d helplessly called out, and forced his face into his hands before backing his way out of the room.

not that he had seen anything, because of the opaque shower curtain, but it still irked you. no apology whatsoever, and he was downright rude about your appearance. he couldn’t understand why you weren’t up for much back-and-forth taunting that day.

a week in, and things were only getting messier.

‘y/n!’ he screamed from within the bathroom. and so you entered, hiding the smile on your face. ‘do you seriously need every surface in this bathroom to be covered in your junk?’

‘hey, i saved some space for you,’ you shrugged, watching him from your position leaned against the doorframe. when his expression twisted with annoyance, you smirked and spun out of the room. ‘if you’re lost, just check under the sink!’

he wasn’t going to let that slide. you’d relocated all of his things into a small basket that sat under the sink, giving him no sink surface space and not even a single shelf inside of the shower. you were just making life difficult for him. in turn, he would do the same to you as payback.

after a very long day, you were just hoping for a peaceful night. you’d taken a trip to the arcade with taehyun and kai, losing game after game to taehyun and trying to hold kai back whenever he caught sight of a claw machine. to say you were tired would be an understatement.

you sighed with contentment, falling back into the comfort of the large bed. you’d been dying to read a particular book since the start of your final semester, but held off in favour of your degree. you flipped to the first page, an excited smile spreading across your face as you did so.

as if on cue, beomgyu began to play the electric guitar… connected to his largest, loudest speaker. to make things worse, he just so happened to be playing ‘lovesong’. approximately ten seconds later, you were pounding your fist against the wood of his door.

‘for your sake, beomgyu, i really hope you have health insurance!’ you yelled, but he didn’t answer. taking matters into your own hands, you pushed down on the handle and stepped into his room without permission.

it was very beomgyu. dark blue walls and grey bedsheets, minimalistic decor, his blinds permanently closed, a computer set-up across his desk and his many guitars hung up on the other side of the bathroom wall.

‘may i help you?’ the sound cut off in a horrible, scratchy tone as his hand pressed carelessly against the strings.

‘could you keep it down?’ you tried to be reasonable. ‘i’ve just sat down to read my book.’

‘i have to practice, otherwise i’ll forget how to play guitar and lose my place in the band,’ he sighed mockingly.

‘and that would be a bad thing because…?’ you retaliated.

he paused to look you up and down before smiling to himself. you crossed your arms over your chest out of insecurity and tried not to feel awkward.

‘cute pyjamas,’ he spoke, before repositioning his fingers into the position of e minor.

you narrowed your eyes with annoyance as he began to play once again, then you slammed his bedroom door close behind yourself with intention. the sounds emitted from your throat were close to growls the whole five steps it took you to get back to your own room. you closed your own door, headed over to your cd player and pressed play. with the speakers on maximum volume, you snuggled back into the space between your pillows and sighed contentedly.

of course, it wouldn’t be easy to read your book anymore, but the sacrifice was worth it for getting under beomgyu’s skin.

however, he had the upper hand. your measly cd player’s speakers were no match for his professional grade speakers. the volume went up, and so did your aggravation. you grabbed your pillow and placed it over your head, before pulling it down as hard as you could and screaming into the material.

bliss. the warm sun, a shopping bag on your arm, yeonjun at your side, a cool breeze, absolutely no sight of beomgyu.

‘i really need to get more picks,’ yeonjun claimed sheepishly, hands in his pockets as he slowly turned towards you. you smiled and shrugged, making a move to cross the street. ‘thank you, y/n, i’ll never forget this.’

‘forget what?’ you laughed. ‘me allowing you to go into the music store? i love it there!’

‘your selflessness,’ he explained. ‘i promised to take you out shopping to make up for beomgyu’s tendency to be an asshole, yet here i am begging you to stop by this place.’

‘yeonjun, please,’ you rolled your eyes, pushing open the door. ‘no need for your dramatics.’

immediately, your eyes landed on the new cashier. last time you’d been here — albeit two years ago — there was a sweet old man who had been a rockstar in his twenties. the whole place had changed, with a much more modern and less authentic look, and all of the employees were people your own age. you’d clocked the cashier because she was truly beautiful, and totally the kind of girl yeonjun would like.

‘the picks are over at the register,’ he started. ‘i’ll just be a minute. feel free to keep looking around, though.’

you kissed your teeth with annoyance and turned towards the wall of guitars. she seemed nice enough, with the way she smiled at every customer and wished everyone leaving a good day. in an attempt to distract yourself, you eyed each of the guitars on display and tried to imagine yourself playing them. your own guitar was back at your parents’ house, in a box labelled ‘extra stuff’. that’s all it really was now, a decoration and a constant reminder of what once was.

you sighed and took a step around the corner, almost crashing into somebody. beomgyu grabbed you by your shoulders to steady you before you were able to collide with him.

‘woah there,’ he laughed. ‘almost fell for me.’

‘shut up,’ you muttered, feeling defeated. ‘not in the mood.’

‘why’s that?’ he pressed, but caught sight of you looking back at yeonjun flirting with the cashier. ‘oh, i see.’

‘see what?’ you frowned. ‘i’m just tired.’

‘you’re in love with yeonjun,’ he stated. ‘but he isn’t interested.’

‘i’m not in love with yeonjun,’ you scoffed. ‘anymore.’

‘your expression says otherwise,’ he teased.

‘my expression?’ you raised a brow. ‘ugh, why am i even talking to you? i need to get out of here.’

you spun around and began walking towards the exit.

‘deny it all you want,’ beomgyu called out. ‘but it’s true.’

you stuck your middle finger up in the air behind you on the way out. yeonjun gave the cashier an apologetic smile before he grabbed his paper bag of picks and followed you. he shot a glare in the younger boy’s direction, receiving a confused and annoyed ‘what!?’ in return.

‘hey, sorry,’ yeonjun spoke as the door closed. ‘i didn’t know he was going to be in there.’

‘nothing happened, ‘jun,’ you sighed. ‘let’s go home.’

‘but we didn’t even get lunch yet,’ he took a step closer, wrapping an arm around you to pull you flush against his chest. ‘i thought you were just dying to eat the food we loved so much as kids.’

‘it’s alright,’ you huffed. yeonjun began to walk with his arm still around your shoulder, giving you that false sense of hope once again. ‘i can stomach your cooking one more time.’

‘i won!’ you jumped up from your spot on the couch, celebrating by bouncing and cheering. ‘and you all suck!’

‘i hate playing with y/n,’ soobin pouted.

‘oh, scooby,’ you fell into seat beside him and placed your hand atop his head before ruffling his hair. ‘maybe when you grow up you’ll be just as good as i am.’

‘i’m older than you,’ he narrowed his eyes.

‘okay, food time!’ yeonjun got up from the couch and disappeared from the lounge area.

‘i’ve missed you,’ you smiled, turning your head to face soobin. ‘and kai and taehyun, wherever they are.’

‘taehyun’s probably in the studio and kai… probably upstairs watching tv,’ he laughed shortly. ‘we’ve missed you too, y/n. i felt really bad about the fact that we’d kept all this from you, but it was too much to explain through a text or a call.’

‘i know, i get it, soob,’ you shrugged, folding your arms across your chest. ‘but i’m happy for you all. i mean, look at the size of the tv we just played mario kart on.’

‘what’s going on in here?’ yeonjun walked back in with two bags full of takeout. the way you were looking at soobin with that smile on your face and the closeness of your faces made his heart feel a little… sad.

you were always close with soobin. never as close as you were with yeonjun, but close enough. you spent a lot of time one-on-one and back when you used to visit them regularly, it was soobin who you were coming to hang out with. yeonjun had always suspected that something was going on between the two of you, because of how comfortable you were around him. he would always be the one carrying you on his back when your legs got tired, or the one to trade food whenever you weren’t feeling your order anymore, or the one you sat beside during movie night. he hated to feel jealous of soobin, but he couldn’t exactly help it.

it was only soobin, despite your closeness with the others. with kai, you’d always held hands walking around and he was always your partner when it came to team games. taehyun was the one you always went to for a heart-to-heart, and your favourite person to go to the studio with. but to yeonjun, it was just innocent friendship. maybe it was the fact that soobin was the leader of the band, or that he was taller and gentler than he would ever be.

‘just catching up on two years of y/n drought,’ soobin exclaimed, pulling you into his side.

yeonjun pursed his lips in response and nodded to himself, placing the two bags down onto the table. you excitedly moved forward on the couch, out from under soobin’s arm. and then the door opened, and in stepped beomgyu who had just gotten home from spending the whole day out with his own friends. you grabbed a slice of the pizza and rolled your eyes before falling back into the couch.

‘movie night?’ he held up his own two bags, filled with tempting snacks.

‘it’s up to y/n,’ soobin spoke. ‘she was already spending the day alone with us.’

‘come on, it’ll be fun,’ beomgyu was looking at you now, a smile on his lips. ‘we haven’t done anything as the six of us.’

‘sure,’ you shrugged.

‘really?’ yeonjun almost gasped. ‘you’re agreeing to spending hours in a room with beomgyu?’

‘hey, can you not?’ beomgyu groaned. ‘it’s not like i’m the antichrist.’

minutes later, you sat yourself in between taehyun and kai with the popcorn bowl in your lap. an array of movies were selected by each of you individually, some of them only lasting a few minutes before everyone voted against watching the rest. you felt good to be in a room with your favourite people once again, comfortable and just enjoying yourselves. you’d laugh wholeheartedly at kai’s stupid jokes and taehyun’s brutal critiques of the movies, and just feel at peace.

as time went on, positions changed. yeonjun sat on the floor between your legs and asked you to play with his hair, and then he took up the couch when he fell asleep. you laid across the floor with your elbows propped up on a pillow beside soobin until he claimed he was going to bed. eventually, everybody had left except for yourself and beomgyu. he sighed audibly and dropped a pillow at your side, then mirroring your exact position and turning to look at you.

‘thank you, beomgyu,’ you smiled. ‘i enjoyed tonight.’

‘why? because i was here?’ he teased.

‘no, idiot,’ you rolled your eyes and looked back at the tv. ‘i’ve missed my friends so much. the friends i made at school just… weren’t the same. they don’t know me like the guys do.’

‘yeah…’ beomgyu trailed off. ‘must be nice.’

‘what’s up with you?’ you snapped your head back around to look at him upon hearing his depressing tone.

‘they talk about you a lot,’ he tilted his head to the side to rest his head on one hand instead. ‘how you were just the greatest thing on earth, and how much they missed you. it didn’t matter how good i was at playing guitar, i knew i would never be able to take your place. and… i don’t really have any childhood friends of my own anymore.’

‘what about the friends you saw today?’ you pressed, enjoying this other side of beomgyu — the side where he wasn’t a complete jackass who just had to get a word in.

‘college,’ he explained shortly. ‘i graduated last year.’

‘i wasn’t expecting that,’ you thought out loud.

‘why not?’ he raised his eyebrows.

‘i don’t know…’ you laughed shortly before quickly covering your mouth. ‘but i’m not trying to call you stupid.’

‘really feels that way, y/n,’ you liked hearing your name in his softer tone. ‘it all feels pointless now that i’m here anyway.’

‘well, that gives me hope,’ you panicked.

‘i’m sure you’ll excel at whatever you do, y/n,’ he smiled. ‘yeonjun’s told me a countless amount of times just how beautiful your voice is, and how huge your brain is.’

‘he’s my best friend,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘he has to say that kind of stuff.’

‘sounded pretty convincing to me,’ he shrugged. ‘and i’m pretty sure your little crush isn’t as one-sided as you think.’

‘i don’t have a crush on yeonjun,’ you huffed.

‘dinner dates?’ he teased. ‘like fancy dinner dates. he takes you out shopping, on his card. you sat and played with his hair for an hour and then he fell asleep curled up beside you.’

‘beomgyu, please,’ you groaned. ‘we’ve always been like this.’

‘and you’ve never thought to ask him out?’ he looked serious about this, and he was convincing you that yeonjun really did have feelings for you.

‘i’m going to bed,’ you pushed yourself up and stretched out. ‘and no more talk about this… ever.’

‘yes, sarge,’ he joked. ‘goodnight, y/n.’

‘goodnight, beomgyu,’ you smiled.

light flooded into the dark room as you pushed the door open, but disappeared in an instant as the door closed. beomgyu sighed, clutched the cushion in his arms and pressed his face into it. the silence consumed him and sent his mind running, and for once, he wasn’t thinking about you.

‘good morning!’ you called as you came speeding down the stairs and into the open-plan kitchen. ‘what’s for breakfast?’

beomgyu stared blankly at you as you stood on the opposite side of the counter to him. he was mid-pour making his usual cereal and apple juice, when your excitement came to him like a shock to his system. taehyun came to your side and placed a stack of pancakes in front of you, making you grin and give him a grateful hug.

‘how do i look?’ yeonjun entered the kitchen, fully dressed and looking slightly crazed as if he hadn’t slept at all.

‘perfect, ‘jjuni,’ beomgyu teased. ‘i’d date you.’

‘great,’ he breathed out. ‘i’ve gotta go, i’ll see you all later.’

‘weird,’ kai observed, his comment coming from across the room. ‘what d’you think that was about?’

‘yeah, strange,’ you shrugged, and loosened your hold on taehyun.

but nothing was going to get in your way today.

you took your time eating your breakfast before heading upstairs to wash your face and start your skincare routine. beomgyu pounded on the locked door as you stood posing in the mirror and feeling good about yourself, too immersed to even notice until he came in through your door. you rolled your eyes and went back into your room, to then try on an array of outfits until you were satisfied. it felt like music was playing behind you as you went about your day, like the intro of a feel-good romantic comedy. the smile on your face was wide as you skipped through the hallway, past a confused beomgyu and down the stairs until you found yourself in the living room.

‘hey, taehyun,’ you sat down beside him. ‘do you wanna go out for ice cream?’

‘i do!’ kai raised his hand in the air. ‘i’ll go.’

‘okay, we’ll all go,’ you grinned.

to go out for ice cream with your childhood friends in the middle of summer was both refreshing and painfully nostalgic. it reminded you of a simpler time, when the five of you were just a bunch of high school kids who played instruments for fun and had unreachable dreams. well, said unreachable dreams had only became unreachable for you. the boys were now happily living the life they had always dreamed of, and while you were happy to have sent yourself off to college, it was hard to watch from the outside.

‘do you still play?’ taehyun spoke, before placing a spoonful of soft serve into his mouth.

‘i haven’t in a long time,’ you stared down at your tub of ice cream. ‘i fell out of love with guitar after i left, because playing alone didn’t compare to playing with all of you.’

‘you could still play with us,’ kai suggested. ‘i’m sure beomgyu has a spare guitar for you.’

‘you think beomgyu will give up a guitar for me?’ you almost snorted. ‘he hates me.’

‘he doesn’t hate you,’ taehyun stated blankly. ‘if you just give him a chance, you’ll see that he’s actually not so bad.’

‘okay, last time i checked, we came here to spend the day together,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘i’m not here to discuss beomgyu and his guitars.’

‘you were the one to first mention your silly little feud,’ kai defended, making you glare at him.

‘moving on,’ you sighed. ‘i saw this new store that has these super cute keychains and charms.’

‘yeah, i think i know it,’ taehyun smiled. ‘it’ll be nice for you to have something from home for when you go back.’

‘i thought so too,’ you smiled, although a little more sadly than taehyun had. the thought of leaving them behind once again just didn’t feel right. ‘let’s get going.’

the three of you walked aimlessly under the heat. taehyun and kai had no idea where this place was and you certainly couldn’t remember, yet you refused to pull out google maps. but after twenty minutes of walking and talking, you rounded a corner and there stood the building in all its glory.

‘i told you, fate will lead the way,’ you grinned.

inside, the three of you separated to different corners with different interests. you spent a long time browsing statement earrings before a fox pin across the room caught your eye. you made a beeline for it and picked it up, admiring the dainty item with only one person in mind.

‘just this please,’ you placed the pin down in front of the cashier with a polite smile. ‘do you have a loyalty card?’

‘yes, we do,’ the cashier smiled as they wrapped your pin up in dark brown tissue paper. ‘would you like one today?’

‘uhm,’ you thought for a second about how often you’d realistically come back. ‘maybe next time, if that’s okay.’

‘no problem,’ they placed the pin into a tiny bag for you and took your cash before wishing you a good day.

you walked up to kai and put your head on his shoulder, causing him to jump and almost bump into a display. you burst out laughing at his reaction but apologised quickly.

‘are you both ready to go?’ taehyun interrupted.

‘yeah,’ you smiled.

as you turned towards the exit, the bell above the door rang and yeonjun stepped inside, with the girl from the music store holding onto his arm. your expression dropped as you watched them pass you without even noticing your presence. taehyun acted quickly when he linked his arm with yours and forced you towards the door.

‘let’s get some actual lunch,’ he suggested, kai nodding from the side. ‘we’ll go to your favourite place.’

‘sure,’ you shrugged.

you tried not to get down and ruin the mood as you walked towards the cafe. after all, the relationship between you and yeonjun was purely platonic. he never tried to close the gap and pursue you, and it wasn’t like you’d ever expressed your feelings for him to anyone either. of course, everyone else knew about your feelings for him, but he didn’t. and you wanted it to stay that way, so that he could pursue the girl from the music store guilt-free.

‘grab a table, i’ll order,’ taehyun parted from you and kai, leaving you to follow kai to a booth beside a window.

you’d eaten at the restaurant a countless amount of times, so taehyun had yours and everyone else’s order memorised. even when you would ask for a menu and spend a good ten minutes checking it out, your order always came out the same. it had been the sole hangout place for your group as kids, and the staff knew you all by name. you’d missed the opportunity to visit earlier when yeonjun had first exposed the liking he had taken to the girl in the music store.

‘hey, kai,’ beomgyu spoke, sliding into the empty seat beside you. ‘y/n.’

‘beomgyu,’ you challenged, with your arms folded and head tilted with annoyance. ‘what are you doing here?’

‘plotting a crime,’ he deadpanned. ‘obviously grabbing lunch, y/n. i see your degree didn’t do much for your common sense.’

‘and i see clown school hasn’t updated their humour class in centuries,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘leave, please.’

it was quite shocking to see the comparison between beomgyu right now and beomgyu the previous day. what happened to the sweeter, more serious version that you’d met the night before? how did he somehow bounce back to the world-class asshole he typically was in a matter of hours?

‘i was here first,’ he leaned back and turned his head towards his own group of friends. ‘besides, this is my spot.’

‘like hell it is,’ you laughed shortly. ‘i’ve been coming here with yeonjun since we were kids.’

‘this is my hometown too, y/n,’ beomgyu tilted his head to the side with a smirk. ‘i used to come here with my brother all the time when we were kids.’

‘fine,’ you grabbed your bag and slammed it onto the table. ‘can you at least scoot over so i can leave?’

he did as instructed, and you slid out of the booth without another word. kai and taehyun shot beomgyu a glare, about to call you back to the table when the door opened and they saw yeonjun approaching you.

‘y/n, hey,’ yeonjun reached out for you with concern but you backed away, huffing in anger.

‘not right now, ‘jun,’ you lowered your eyes, catching sight of the fox pin sitting against the left of his chest. ‘where did you get that pin?’

‘the girl from the music store,’ he broke out into a smile. ‘she saw it and said it reminded her of me, so she got it for me and— where are you going?’

the door slammed behind you as you rushed outside, holding in a deep breath that was certain to release as a sob. the four boys watched you walk in the direction of the house from behind the windows, confusion in the air. you picked up the pace until you were certain you were out of their sight. with your back against the exterior wall of a building, tucked between an alleyway, you let the first tear fall.

the pin felt heavy in your hands. you played with it between your fingers and traced your thumb over the silver outline.

leaning towards your bedside table, you pulled open the first drawer and threw it in without a second thought. your knees pulled up towards your chest almost automatically as you cried and rested your head against your wrapped arms. the sobs reached beomgyu’s ears, who stood only inches away from your bedroom door. he sighed and knocked softly, but heard no response on your end.

he pushed down on the handle and opened the door, making you snap your head up. you groaned and wiped at your tears.

‘what do you want?’ you snapped.

‘are you okay?’ he frowned.

‘peachy,’ you scoffed. ‘get out.’

‘y/n—’ he sighed.

‘please,’ your voice cracked.

beomgyu pursed his lips and swallowed thickly. but he did as you requested and pulled the door closed behind himself. it softly clicked closed as he spun around to face soobin.

‘what are you doing?’ soobin asked angrily. ‘she needs someone right now!’

‘why me?’ beomgyu narrowed his eyes.

‘you were the one that upset her,’ soobin stated.

‘no,’ beomgyu shook his head. ‘it’s more complicated than that.’

‘whatever,’ soobin pushed past the younger boy. ‘i’m going in.’

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[ghostlyangels1204]

Soap the flower girl

Cont: I got his idea after seeing a TikTok of something similar to this, at that moment this was all I could think of omg. Soap is the perfect man istg, teeth-rotting sweetness. Brace yourselves.

You wrung your hands together, the sweat pilling there becoming exceedingly more uncomfortable as time passes. You had the whole day, hour to hour, minute to minute, mapped out in your mind. Every detail filed down to a fine pointed edge- not even a speck of dust could evade your wrath. Not today. Johnny had his fair share of missions for work, but this one was his biggest. The day he would legally bind the two of you, your promises exchanged with rings and sealed with a kiss.

Everything was perfect, your support network were all there- fawning over you, surrounding you with all the love you could possibly imagine, and then some. Johnny was in his own room, the three men he dedicated his life to for years, right there with him. But then, just as Johnny was hyping himself up, with Price and Gaz by his side, Ghost had walked into the room with less-than-ideal news. Johnny’s niece, the sweetest little girl you had ever met, had come down with a bad sickness bug from nursery and was currently stationed at home in bed. Needless to say- you didn’t have a flower girl.

“Ach’ shite…”, He huffed out, his hand finding its way to his face in a feeble attempt to soothe the contracted muscles. “Ay’e, what the hell am’ I gonnae do now? We get married in ten minutes!”

“Alright buddy, it’s just some flowers on the aisle. Bet no-one will even notice…” Ghost’s poor attempt at relaxing the sergeant resulted in two pairs of eyes from Price and Gaz being launched his way. He really wasn’t made for being a wedding planner.

Price turned back to him, a hand coming down to clasp his shoulder, “Right mate, let’s just get you downstairs yeah, and we’ll see if anyone fancies stepping in?” With a final pat on his back, they all moved downstairs as a unit, Johnny walking about ten paces faster than the rest.

In the time it took for everyone to be seated, people had asked around if anyone could step in. But to no avail, as all the other kids were either too shy or too stubborn to step in.

“Nah we need a flower girl… fuck,” The three men looked on in concern, convinced Johnny was about to drop dead from a heart attack right then and there. And they couldn’t leave you as a widow before you even married the man. “Johnny… its flowers… some petals that are more littering than decoration”, “Aye’ shut your trap LT, it matters okay! It might not matter to me or you, but it matters to them…”

Just as he was about to give up and face the loss, Johnny’s eyes widened. A flicker of light beaming in those baby blues that both relieved, and scared the other men around him. “AYE I’M A GENIUS!” He all but yelled out in joy, hands coming up to shake Ghost’s shoulders. “I’m not wearing a tutu Soap…”, “Shut up LT,” On any other day, Ghost would’ve reamed him for speaking to him like that- but he decided to give the man a day off. Just this once.

“Right, here’s the plan. Music- ON. Gaz, walk. Price, walk, Ghost, walk. All the bridesmaids, walk. Ring bearer, as long as he isn’t sniffling into a tissue too, WALK. And then me…” His smile was so wide his face could’ve split into two parts. They all looked baffled at each other, “Soap mate, that’s great but… that doesn’t solve your flower girl issue?”, “Wait and see Gazalicious… just you wait!” They watched as he ran off back into the building behind him, temporarily getting lost as he darted in one direction then came back sprinting in the other.

Gaz, Ghost and Price readied themselves behind the doors, waiting for the music to begin and to walk down the aisle themselves. “He doesn’t have any C4 on him does he?” Price whispered to Ghost, extremely concerned for his undisclosed, ‘genius’, solution. “Screened him, from his bags all the way down to his boxers… got nothin’ mate.”

The speakers scratched and the music began to play. Your bridesmaids surrounded you, ensuring everything about you looked as polished and perfect as you planned. Air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath, you were in no way nervous or doubtful in your decision. You just prayed you wouldn’t fall down that goddamn aisle.

You watched through tearful eyes as you saw the members of 141 each take their turn. Walking towards their positions towards the front of the ceremony. His best men.

All your bridesmaids followed, your maid of honor planting a kiss on your cheek for good luck, pinkies crossing together. “I hope you enjoy the surprise babe,” she giggles, and before you can ask, what the hell is that supposed to mean, she takes her turn. Surprise? What the hell?

All of a sudden, the music changes to something you hadn’t planned. Oh my god, it’s all going wrong. You cast a glance towards the start of the aisle, through a different door than you were at, where Johnny should be walking down. And then you spot him. Immaculately dressed in his tux, which he refused to let you get a sneak peek at if you didn’t let him see your dress. “It’s only fair, bonnie”. Not a strand of hair out of place- definitely Ghost’s work.

But, he’d added some accessories…

A pair of huge sunglasses frame his face with a basket of white and pink petals slung on his arm. He stands there, shoulders wide, serious look plastered on his face. He turns his head from one side, to the other, and starts to walk.

Ever so delicately, for a man of his size, he grasps pinches of petals before dashing them down the aisle. Sprinkling the flora down to his feet with the grace of a ballerina. Gleeful laughs erupt from your family and friends at this ‘surprise’. He’s even got the officiant laughing. With another handful of petals, he twirls around in place, before launching the flowers to his left side, and then some to his right. Petal after petal is scattered as he makes his way down towards the arch. The final handful is blown gently from his hand, into poor Ghost’s face. The lieutenant can’t help but laugh along with him, all his moodiness still intact. Johnny places the basket down, before turning around, and the four of them gather in a group hug, cackling away to themselves as cheering surrounds them.

Silently, without asking or worrying you, Johnny had fixed a problem you didn’t even realise you had. You’re about to marry the best man you’ve ever met, and you couldn’t be happier.

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[renecdote]

18. walking home and/or "holding their hands in general" from the prompts if they inspire something!

this got soo sappy and I am not sorry about it lmao

[Read on AO3]

Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing Eddie. He’s only been doing it for three weeks, but it’s already his new favourite activity, and every time he starts, he never wants to stop.

“We should stop,” Eddie tries, but it’s not very convincing when he sucks on Buck’s bottom lip less than a second later, his hand rucking up Buck’s shirt to find a home against his skin.

It’s been a while since Buck made out with anyone in a car in a darkened parking garage. At least four years. Maybe more. How long ago did Ali break up with him anyway? It all feels so blurry now. He thinks that has less to do with the passage of time, though, and more to do with the way that a lot of things feel blurry when Eddie is kissing him like this. Like Buck isn’t the only one who never wants to stop.

He thinks he makes a sound of agreement—they really should stop, if only because the front of the car is the least ideal part of a car to make out with someone in. It’s not like either of them meant for one goodnight kiss to turn into too many to count. Buck’s body is probably going to hate him in the morning for the way he’s twisted in his seat, but that is tomorrow Buck’s problem. Tonight Buck doesn’t care about anything except now, Eddie, the slide of their lips together, the heat coiling in his stomach.

The sudden honk of the truck’s horn makes him jump, startling so badly he bangs his head on the roof.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps beside him. “Shit, sorry, my elbow—”

They stare at each other for a beat, two beats, and then they’re both laughing.

“Okay,” Buck says, trying futilely to straighten the mess that Eddie has made of his clothes. “Okay, I think that’s the universe telling us we’re not teenagers anymore.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but it’s a distinctly amused kind of eye rolling. “Still with the universe and it’s signs, huh?”

“It’s the universe, Eds, it’s not like it’s goes anywhere.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie says, but he says it like he really means I love you. It makes an altogether different kind of heat coil in Buck’s stomach, an almost-butterflies feeling that seems ridiculous considering they’re already dating. And maybe they haven’t said those three little words yet, but. It’s not like he doesn’t know. Not like he hasn’t known for a while, even if it all still feels too fragile to say aloud.

Eddie tips his chin up and leans over, more carefully this time, to give him one last quick kiss.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling the same soft smile he’s been gazing at Buck with all night. “Tonight was fun.”

Dinner, he probably means.  The rest of it too.

“You’re not gonna walk me to my door?” Buck asks, and it’s meant to be a joke, it really is, but there’s a little part of him that thinks please. Please love me the way I’ve always wanted to be loved.

“I’m not coming in,” Eddie warns him, tone almost stern. He said the same thing last time, and the time before that, and still ended up on the other side of Buck’s apartment door. “I mean it, Buck, I told Pepa she’d only have to look after Chris until ten.”

“I know,” Buck assures him. “I was kidding, Eds.”

“I know.”

But he’s opening his door and getting out, slamming it shut behind him. Buck grins and hurries to follow.

When the elevator doors slide closed on them, Eddie reaches out and tangles their fingers together, squeezing gently for no apparent reason other than that he can. It makes Buck’s heart stutter, warmth wriggling in his chest, giddy in a way he hasn’t been since Abby. Maybe even with Abby. She was so rarely the first one to reach out, unless she was reaching for his belt. It didn’t bother him at the time; he figured she just wasn’t a physically affectionate person. Then he saw her with her fiancé and realised she just didn’t want to be affection with him.

Eddie wants to be affectionate with him. Is affectionate with him. He plays with Buck’s hair while they watch TV, and comes up behind him in the kitchen to wrap sleepy arms around him in the morning, and holds his hand just because. Kisses him just because. It’s only been three weeks, but Buck already finds himself turning his head at the door and trusting that Eddie’s lips are there to say goodbye, or hello, or I missed you.

The elevator dings, spitting them out onto the fourth floor, but Eddie doesn’t let go of his hand. It makes Buck wish that the walk to his apartment was longer. A thousand feet instead of the two dozen it is down the hallway and around the corner. He finds himself taking slower steps, but can’t be sure whether he’s setting the pace or just following Eddie’s lead.

The hallway around them is empty. Will probably stay empty at this hour. If Buck was a stronger man, he might be able to resist a temptation like that, but Eddie Diaz has always been his greatest weakness. They reach his door, but he doesn’t open it. Doesn’t even take out his keys. He just tugs Eddie closer and kisses him, unhurried. Eddie makes a sound in the back of his throat, not quite a protest, and his hands slide over Buck’s hips, his ass, holding them together even as he’s mumbling, “I really should—I can’t stay—,” between kisses. Buck hums, not quite agreement, and nips at his jaw. Eddie groans, a broken kind of sound, and finally breaks away long enough to say, “Pack a bag.”

Buck leans back, confused. “What?”

“A bag,” Eddie repeats, and he’s pulling Buck’s keys out of his pocket to reach around and unlock the door himself. “Pyjamas, toothbrush—what else do you need? You’ve still got clothes at my place.”

The door swings open behind him and Buck stumbles backwards, unbalanced, caught only by the arm his partner still has around his waist.

“Are you kidnapping me?” he asks, mostly on autopilot. Moving on autopilot too—stairs, closet, bathroom, where the fuck did he leave his work bag?—since the larger part of his brain is still caught up in Eddie’s lips, Eddie’s hands, the delicious burn of Eddie’s stubble against his skin.

“Yes,” Eddie answers, no hesitation. “Don’t forget to grab your iPad for therapy in the morning.”

The iPad goes into the bag.

“Maddie won’t pay the random,” Buck tells him, picking through the basket of clean laundry on the table for an LAFD shirt to toss in as well.

Eddie shrugs. “Bobby might.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Well,” slinging the bag over his shoulder with one hand, reaching out with the other for Buck’s hand, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you.”

Buck can feel his cheeks flushing pink, a smile making them ache. It’s a joke, he knows it’s a joke, but.

“You’re gonna keep me, huh?”

Eddie uses their joined hands to tug him close enough to kiss, short and sweet but somehow more dizzying than anything else tonight.

“I’m gonna do a lot of things with you,” he promises, and it’s so soft that Buck’s mind skips right over the dozen innuendos he could find in that sentence and goes straight to forever. Marriage, kids, a house with a nice yard and a dog, waking up every morning with his best friend in his arms.

“Yeah?” he somehow says, only a little breathless, forever still unfolding behind his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie echoes, smiling that same soft smile he’s been wearing all night. The kind of smile Buck always thought he would see looking across the altar at his wedding. “I think I’ll start by taking you home.”

Buck’s heart stumbles a little, losing its rhythm and jumping ahead to get it back. His mouth feels crowded with all the things it feels too early to say. They’ve only been together for three weeks, he has to keep reminding himself, even if it does already feel like a lifetime.

“Well then,” he finally manages, “what are you waiting for?”

Eddie grins, and holds them there a moment longer for another bone-melting kiss, Buck’s fingers curling in his jacket, touching at every point they can. And then he leads Buck out of the apartment, back down to the truck waiting in the parking garage, and, hand in hand the whole drive, takes him home.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic

[badcaseofcasey]

Steddie Soulmate/Met as Kids AU - Part 4 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Leave it to Dustin and the rest of the kids to almost immediately befriend the one person in all of Hawkins High that Steve was trying to avoid. Steve probably should have seen it coming - he knew the kids liked D&D, and he knew that Eddie was a founding member of the Hellfire Club. It was only a matter of time, really.

But Steve had naively thought that it would take at least a year for the kids to find their way to the Hellfire Club, and by then, ideally Eddie would have finally graduated (third time’s the charm, right?).

But no, they’d barely made it a month into the school year and all of a sudden Steve’s having to listen to Dustin rant and rave about how amazing Eddie Munson is on a daily basis, a tingle running up Steve’s ribs every time.

“Isn’t it cool that there’s a D&D club?” Dustin said. “Eddie says the school has tried to get him to shut the club down multiple times, but he’s always been able to convince them otherwise. I swear, if Eddie had stats, his charisma would be off the charts. I keep telling you D&D isn’t just for nerds!”

“I went to high school with that guy,” Steve argued. “He is absolutely not proof that D&D isn’t just for nerds. If anything, he confirms it.”

There was a moment of blessed silence and Steve let out a slow breath. If he was honest with himself, there was something about hearing Dustin talk about how Eddie had taken them under his wing that Steve didn’t mind hearing about at all. The idea that Eddie was looking out for the kids when he had been so nervous for them entering into high school felt right.

“So, did you like, know Eddie?” Dustin asked suddenly, knocking Steve out of his thoughts. “What was he like when you were younger?”

“Dustin, the guy’s a two-time super senior,” Steve said. He would rather be back fighting demodogs than have this conversation. “He’s a year older than me and he’s still in high school. Why do you care what he was like when I knew him?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. Luckily, up to this point, he’d written off Steve’s reluctance to talk about Eddie as jealousy.

“Because he’s awesome - did you know he plays guitar?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes. He honestly did not want to picture Eddie Munson playing guitar - for more reasons than one - but he certainly wasn’t interested in hearing about it second hand from what was essentially his kid brother.

Unfortunately, a side effect of Dustin assuming Steve was just jealous was his insistence that they had to spend more time together to make up for the time he spent at Hellfire. Which is how Steve found himself driving the kids home from Hellfire Club meetings without a good enough excuse to get himself out of it. Thankfully, Steve had managed to avoid running into Eddie and could mostly just zone out while the kids relayed their most recent session the whole drive home.

He’d successfully made it through three weeks of Hellfire pick-ups without seeing Eddie - he usually had to stick around to clean up after the group, even after the kids had all piled into their respective rides home, something Steve could definitely relate to. Of course, Steve’s luck had to run out eventually - it had never really been all that great to begin with.

One particular night, he had been kept waiting outside the high school longer than usual. He stepped out of the car and checked his watch, before putting his hands on his hips. He really didn’t want to go in there, but it would only be so much longer before his instincts would force him to go check on the kids.

Right when Steve couldn’t take it anymore and was about to go inside himself, the side doors burst open. Through them came Dustin, Mike, and Lucas, each with a cardboard box, and behind them, the King of Hellfire himself, Eddie Munson.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Sorry we’re late, Eddie needed our help loading some stuff into his van.”

“All right, Henderson,” he yelled back, “just get a move on, I don’t have all night.”

Steve watched as Eddie led them over to a beat-up looking van, hardly sparing Steve a glance as he went. Steve felt his eyes lingering on Eddie before he could think better of it, that magnetic pull he felt behind his ribs back in full force. Really, this was the first time Steve had been around Eddie without the judgmental eyes of Tommy H and Carol on him, and he was taking full advantage.

Eddie had definitely grown up a bit since last year. Steve guessed they all had, really.  But Eddie was filling out the leather jacket he’d had since sophomore year better than ever and Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to the bandana hanging out of his back pocket as he bent over to shove the cardboard boxes into the back of the van.

Dustin and the others said goodbye to Eddie, giving high fives and thanking him for a great session. Not once did Eddie’s head turn in Steve’s direction. As soon as the kids said goodbye, Eddie was shutting the van doors and climbing in the driver’s side door.

“Man,” Dustin said. “What did you do to piss Eddie off? He’s much nicer when Nancy picks us up.”

“You know I was a dick in high school, Dustin,” Steve responded, keeping his eyes on the road. “Eddie and I ran in very different social circles.” 

“We get it, you were cool in high school,” Mike sneered from the back seat, earning a smack on the arm from Lucas.

“So not the point I was trying to make, Wheeler.”

“He probably just doesn’t realize that you’re better now,” Dustin said. “Past-Steve would never have been friends with me, voluntarily.”

“I’m not sure I’m your friend voluntarily now, Henderson.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to talk you up to Eddie next time I see him, make him see that you've changed.”

“Trust me, Dustin,” Steve said, sparing the van one last glance as they turned out of the parking lot. “The last thing Eddie Munson wants to hear is you complimenting Steve Harrington.”

“Only assholes refer to themselves in the third person,” Mike said.

Steve rolled his eyes. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve this, honestly. Except that maybe he did - a little bit.

Part 5

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[mrvlbimbo]

What if Jason’s sister flirts with Eddie just to annoy his brother but she ends up having sex with him (I like how you write, specifically submissive Eddie)

This is sooooo…. I love it so much I love it

You mentioned your appreciation for sub! Eddie so I had to put some emphasis on that. He’s so cute ughhhhh

Content: loss of virginity, sub!eddie, the reader is a flirt, creampie, a little bit of choking, Eddie being sweet, fluffy first time

Eddie munson masterlist here

Teenage rebellion

“Hey Eds, lookin cute today,” she giggled before she was pulled away by her little brother.

“Shut up, you’re making us look bad,” he growled, grip just a bit too tight on her arm.

“Call me,” she mouthed across the cafeteria, shooting Eddie a wink as her infuriated brother dragged her away from him.

She spent the entire lunch period staring at his table, trying and succeeding to catch his attention a few times. She waved when her brother wasn't looking, a sly grin on her face when he choked on his food in response.

Her flirting had started out as an attempt to annoy Jason since he wouldn't let her go to a concert she had tickets to but it had become more. She was flattered by Eddie's flustered response to her and she would be lying if she said he wasn't exactly her type.

His "edgy" persona coupled with his messy hair, tattoos, and ring laden fingers all made him her ideal man. And that was before she even got to know he was actually a sweetheart underneath it all.

Buying drugs from him during study hall brought them closer than before. He knew the flirting was just to annoy her brother or some type of teenage rebellion, but that didn't stop him from crumbling under her sweet praise.

"I like your hands," she cooed, fingers playing with his rings idly while he tried to focus on whatever he was saying about his prices.

He was kidding himself really, he never charged her, always muttering something about how she "owed him big time"

"I-thanks?"

"You're so easy, Munson." She giggled, reaching over the table to grab the collar of his shirt and get a good look at his eyes. She loved his eyes, and she was not one to be denied what she loved. He knew better than to object, knowing she would let go of him as easily as she grabbed hold, and he didn't want her to let go.

Her concentration on his chocolate brown eyes was broken by someone yelling her name. "Fuck. It's Jason," she groaned, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "Wanna get out of here, baby?" She was already grabbing Eddie's hand and running out of the forrest and into the parking lot.

"Your brother is looking for you," he replied dumbly, following her to his van nonetheless.

"Aww don't worry. I'll protect you from big scary Jason. Just drive." She climbed into the car after him, sitting so close she was practically on his lap, his right arm wrapping around her shoulder to avoid being squished between the two of them.

"Y-yeah. Ok, where to?" he asked, fumbling as he turned the keys in the ignition.

"Your place, duh." She leaned on his shoulder, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of her waist band and lighting one. It dangled between her red painted fingers, smoke flowing into the cabin of his car. The mix of it with her perfume created a smell that was distinctly her.

"Eyes on the road, loverboy." She rolled her eyes at him trying to sneakily look over at her.

He wasn't sure how to react to any of this. She was always friendly, a little more than that really. But he never expected her to be this close to him, in his van heading back to his place for the foreseeable future (the rest of the afternoon) He had little to no idea how to talk to her usually and now they were going to be alone for hours with nothing to occupy them.

She paced around the trailer, examining his living area in a way that made him slightly self concious. Luckily his uncle wasn't home or he would grill Eddie on who his "friend" was and he'd instantly clock that Eddie had it bad for her.

"I'm bored," she whined after a while, huffing and flopping down onto the couch. Her head laid in his lap, staring up at him expectantly.

"We could watch a movie," he suggested, trying his best to entertain her so she didn't leave.

"Lets have sex," she countered, a smirk on her face as she giggled at the idea.

"I-I don't think thats a good idea," he replied, mortified at the idea of embarrassing himself with how inexperienced he was compared to her.

She was already straddling him, hips pressed flush to his and creating friction against the most sensitive part of him. "C'mon Munson. I see the way you look at me," she whispered, trailing a line of kisses down his neck and marking him with her red lipstick.

"Oh. Ok fair point," he groaned, fingers digging into her waist tightly as he tried to maintain coherent thought with her breath and hot mouth against his neck.

"You're so tense, baby. let me take care of you." She pushed back against his chest so his back was against the couch and he was in a more comfortable position. Then she crawled off his lap, ignoring his whine at the loss of her ontop of him. He perked up however when she sat on her knees between his legs, hands running over his thighs.

"Whatcha doing down there?" He asked, chuckling awkwardly.

"I'm gonna suck you off, she stated bluntly, rolling her eyes at him.

"Oh. Cool." He nodded his head, eyes widening at her actually saying the words. It's not like there were a lot of other things she would be doing on her knees between his legs, but the actual words made all the difference.

"Don't act coy, you're fucking drooling like a slut." Her fingers drifted upward, squeezing the bulge in his jeans rather harshly.

"Fuck. fuck. fuck. Please," he whined, hips bucking into her palm.

"Let me take my time, Munson. I've wanted you since sophomore year." Contrary to her words, she was quick to unzip his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his boxers.

"Wait. Really?" He stuttered as she started to lick down the length of him, tongue circling around the head before she took him down her throat.

A muffled sound of agreement came from her mouth since it was stuffed with his cock, the vibration of her words making him shiver.

He cupped the back of her head, putting very little pressure with tentative hands. "Can I?" he asked before threading his hands in her hair and fucking into her throat.

She of course nodded, taking him as best as she could. He was long, which she had anticipated. It's always the tall skinny ones. Plus he had this jittery confidence about him, she never had any doubt he was packing.

Her throat contracted around him when she gagged, causing him to give a particularly hard thrust. She fully choked at that and his hands left her head, cradling her sore jaw instead when she pulled away.

"Shit. fuck. I'm so sorry." He wiped the drool off her lip with his thumb, checking her face to see if the tears in her eyes were a cause to be concerned.

She just giggled, staring up at him through her lashes. "You've never done this have you?" she asked, crawling back onto his lap.

"Is it that obvious?" he blushed, hiding his face in her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"It's ok. I'll teach you." Her lips brushed over the crown of his head, reminding him of something that had been bothering him since she had suggested the whole thing.

"Can you uh... Can we kiss first?" he asked awkwardly, looking up at her with those sweet pleading puppy dog eyes. How could she say no to those eyes?

"Is this your first kiss?" she asked, eyebrows raising in question.

"Just kiss me. Please. Please kiss me." He held her face in both of his big hands, their lips brushing as he urged her to make the first move.

She obliged, pressing their lips together slowly. She couldn't help but smile against his lips, giggling when his tongue stuck out to swipe over her mouth. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No." She grabbed the back of his hair, tilting his head just right for her to kiss him again. He moaned into her mouth emphatically, hips rolling against her own. "I just...this is really nice," she admitted.

"Can I make love to you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands now gripped her hips tightly, nails imprinting on her exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up.

"Ooo. Making love. You really know how to make a girl feel special," she teased, quickly disposing of both of her clothes as he stripped off his shirt and fumbled to get his pants all the way off.

"Can we do this in my room? I have a bed. I feel like that would be more comfortable. For you." She giggled at him asking another question, she was starting to think his favorite phrase was "can I?"

"We can do whatever you want, baby," she cooed, lacing their fingers together and leading him to his bedroom which she luckily guessed correctly since she had never been in his room before.

She laid spread out on the bed underneath him, looking up with dark lusty eyes. "You can touch me, Eddie."

His fingers traced down her sides, uncertainly still filling his expression. "I like it when you're on top." She nodded, switching their positions so she could straddle him.

“What else do you like?” She whispered into his ear, taking charge and setting a pace of grinding herself against him.

“A-ah. I like that.” He bucked his hips up to chase the friction of hers. “I like it when you do what you want to me,” he admitted, trying to clue her in on his desires without being too obvious.

“You want me to be in control?” Her fingers wrapped loosely around his neck, her sharp nails biting against his skin. She gave him a meaningful look, making sure he felt safe and comfortable.

“Mmmm. Please. Please. Fuuuuck please,” he whined, clearly very comfortable with her hand around his throat. He saw stars when she tightened her grip.

“Ready?” She asked. He nodded, hips jerking up against her wetness. “Shhh. That’s good, calm down baby.” Her fingers wrapped around his considerable girth, guiding him to her entrance.

She slowly took him in inch by inch, the stretch was slightly painful but she didn’t care because the pussy-drunk glaze over his eyes was entrancing.

“So good. So good Eds,” she praised. Her fingers circling his throat moving to brush the hair out of his eyes. She bounced on his cock, long deep strokes as she pressed as close to him as possible.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, rings leaving little bruises that neither of them would notice until later. “M’ gonna cum.” His hips moved erratically, interrupting her rhythm.

“Just a little longer.” Her fingers trembled, holding his face as if he was a delicate flower. He leaned into her touch, turning his head to kiss the open palm of her hand. Her other hand trailed down to where they were connected, drawing figure eights over her clit.

Soon her was pumping her full of cum, whimpers and whines falling from his lips before he could think to quiet himself. “Fucckkkkkk.”

She clashed her mouth against his as she finished, wrapping her arms around him so they were locked in a sweaty embrace. He couldn’t be happier about this.

“Wow,” he gasped as she slipped off his lap and rolled over into bed beside him. She curled against his chest, fingers tracing the tattoos he was covered with.

“Sooo,” she promoted, rubbing her foot against his his calf to try and bring his attention back to her.

“I wanna seeee,” he whined, clambering over her with shaky legs and positioning himself between her legs. He started at the milky fluids leaking from her hole.

“You did that,” she commented, hands reaching between her legs to pet the messy hair on his head.

“I did a good job.” He looked up at her, wide eyes shining as he waited for her approval.

“Yeah. You did.” She giggled, reaching for one of his hands to tug him back up to her level. “Such a good job,” she mumbled against his lips.

BAM OK HOPE YALL LIKED IT

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[ayaaato]

Painted with sunsets

Summary. In which, Gojo Satoru sees death from up close yet again, but for all the wrong reasons this time around.

Word count. 1.6k

Genre(s). friends with benefits but Gojo fails to fathom the whole concept as whole, feelings and just 1.5k words wasted on a singular unholy makeout sesh, crack do not take it seriously

Warnings. MAKING OUT!! -15 DNI, suggestive content ofc, Gojo just wants to be gojover like a normal person but his thought process isn't even normal to begin with, thoughts about death and killing, Shoko would canonically kill him for such shenanigans, open ending ☹

GOJO SATORU HAD always imagined how he'd die.

Death was a luxury for him, having already died and coming back to life once already. But he liked to think of all things impossible, his death included as he was too sure he could respawn almost immediately like those mmorpg bosses from the games kids these days loved to play, and so, he still had carefully taken his time to picture rather ideal and possible deaths. A heart attack at the tender age of 59? Check. Owing to the to the shame Megumi would cause by asking his body count (which was, for a fact, zero) any day now (but such incident was also highly unlikely, according to Nanami, for the former had long forsaken all shame he had in himself) check. Crushed under the weight of all the hearts he'd broken, high blood sugar left unchecked? Of course! Heck, he had even considered being rat poisoned by a sickly 90 year old lady once, but that was a story for another day.

But what he hadn't actually taken into account at all, was being dispersed into dust by the humble doctor of the Tokyo Jujutsu High, one of his most formidable friends- of all people. 

Maybe he should have, considering the fact that it would be inevitable after whatever the fuck was going on inside her treasured infirmary right now. 

A small gasp escapes the sorcerer's lips as his back hits one of the metal closets with a small thud, chest against yours. You, unaware of the fate that might await him if Shoko caught the smallest whiff of this rather unholy deed, pressed closer in haste. And something in the back of Gojo satoru's consciousness dissipates. The curtain you hastily closed cloaks your existence as well his rationality, but he pays no heed.

"Well, aren't we a little too eager today?" He hums (he honestly didn't know where he suddenly got all this confidence from, but oh well). 

Fuck Shoko, Gojo Satoru thinks the very next moment. If this is going to be the last day of his life, he'd rather spend it frenching his favourite officer.

He stares back down at you, your eyes travelling around the space; probably too embarrassed to meet his. And he notices a few things. Just a few unnecessary things; like how you smell like vanilla and bergamot mixed with sweat, how the silver pendant around your neck was worn a little higher today and just how pleasant the rustling of your chiffon shirt sounded against his own. 

His eyes had found residence on your breathtaking features again.

And oh shit. He'd also have to remind you to button up the few upper slots that came undone while trying to corner the strongest sorcerer (although he had a tendency to become a little weak at the sight of you) to a safer spot, somewhere the authorities and the above all, his students wouldn't imagine to find the two of you.

"Shut up, Gojo," you scoff, hands fisting the collars of his uniform- smirking. Gojo satoru's breath hitches at that, heart almost too eager to jump out of his ribcage. "And quit staring."

He wasn't the biggest fan of silence, like the one right now. It was painful, even more so with your hot breath brushing his face, hands resting on his chest. The captain doesn't dare to blink, tracing your features that were now being bathed by the setting sun. 

"What are you even looking at?" Gojo Satoru, a formidable teacher, a great friend and a complete menace to the society- laughs at that, his thoughts yet again dragged away by you. His arms find solace around your waist, squeezing your form a tad bit closer.

"Ah," he says, eyes twinkling as they land on your lips. "Just the cuisine in front of me."

And you can't help but feel a laugh bubble up in your throat. And when you let it out, a puff of delighted, airy laughter- warm and enticing- more than just enough to devour his remaining sense of rationality.

"Want a taste?" You' wished to retort, he supposes- but he was never one to wait for an offer. And thus, the taunt dies an untimely death in your throat as his lips moulded into yours. Moving painstakingly slowly against yours- blurring the line between pleasure and torture. His hand rests against your waist while the other gently grabs hold your wrist- just to pin you against the shelf. 

Gojo Satoru, 27 and very much drunk on the sweet warmth the setting sun filled him with, takes his time to let go of your wrist and web his hand through yours. Your fingers curl around his, giving it a gentle squeeze. And at that- his eyes fluttering open wide, stares at it for a while, hoping it's just as warm as he imagines.

He nibbles on your lips, smiling when he feels your nails dig into his shoulders. He bites your lower lip, smirking when a whimper escapes your mouth and seizes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. Another whimper and he feels the need to pick up his pace. And he does.

You pull him closer almost greedily and with a swift motion of your hand you lift off the sunglasses out of your way. And so his bare eyes watch you, painted red, yellow and fuchsia with the sun's last moments of glory. Closing your eyes, you let him reforget and explore every cavern of your mouth. 

Heat rose from the pit of Gojo Satoru's stomach to his chest. And then it spread everywhere else like a wildfire- too fast to tame. And so he thinks it's a good idea to press closer again, and again- until his heat consumes the both of you as whole.

The hand intertwining yours lets go, travels down to play with the perfectly tucked in end of your shirt. A heartbeat, and the cavalry captain feels your back arch at what was his rather rough, gloved hand grazing against your skin that hid underneath. You shakily groan into the kiss as he draws comforting circles on your exposed skin-shivering every now and then at the sensation.

It was as if time had stopped for Gojo Satoru, the divine manipulator of space and time itself, as you both stood there enjoying each other's warmth, pressed together. The otherwise silent infirmary was in chaos with your heavy breaths resonating around. It was as if no one else existed, nor was there any risk of the strongest sorcerer's soul was to be eviscerated from his body by Shoko the moment she barges in.

For now, all Gojo Satoru could think of was you, your forehead, beaded with sweat resting against his. His mind was fixated on your dewy scent and the softness of your hand on his jaw- pushing him apart for a much needed breather and then, smiling. 

He smiles too, just to realise how much his facial muscles hurt. Satoru doesn't know if it's from all the kissing or how wide his grin was stretching. He doesn't feel the need to, somehow. 

"How was the taste, Oh honoured one?" You tease. It came out as a low, airy whisper (thanks to all that kissing, he supposes), several octaves lower than your usual tone of speaking. Something very out of character for you. And it drives Satoru crazy, leaving him wanting for more. 

He hums, tilting his head. "It was good, I suppose-" and realises how low and equally kiss bitten his voice was, "-but I would like to reassess."

"Oh really?" You muse, one hand still lost in his silvery white locks while the other rested on his jaw in peace. "I see we have to run the quest again," pause. "-Can't disobey the boss here, can we?"

And the next thing he knows is your lips hovering over his, hot and ragged breaths ghosting over his face. The keen sense of rationality the greatest sorcerer took such a great pride in, dissolves again as he pushes himself closer to your warmth. You take a deep breath before letting your lips meet his, and when you do, Gojo feels a smile pressed against his. He smiles back, inhaling your soul as the hand on his jaw brings him closer- deepening the kiss.

And at this very moment, he worries about neither Shoko nor his impending death that might be awfully near. All that mattered, as of now, was the maddening symphonies of your hearts rapidly racing, a foreign sound rushing in his ears and an unfamiliar yet soothing wave of comfort washing over the shore of his chest.

And it is when he realises. 

Gojo Satoru was falling in love with you.

Shit.

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[saldotz]

The Schmidt family and Autism, using patterns, dialogue and sources from both the Movie and novel adaptation

NOTE: These are all my personal understandings of their Behavior and mannerisms. These could very well be something else entirely to you— this is just my interpretation based upon my personal experiences of being on the spectrum. Do not use this to twist my words or anyone elses.

It's also to be noted Autism can be and a lot of the time is genetic— so both Mike and Abby showing signs and symptoms of autism is something in itself.

Mike

• Is Viewed as reclusive, only likes a selective amount of people

• Has a hard time picking up on social cues; doesn't pick up on when people are flirting with him or giving him special attention unless it is very blatant.

• Describes the smell, sound, and very detailed descriptions of people and places around him— also describes being overwhelmed by these senses.

• Unintentionally eavesdrops on people due to his keen senses. He does not seem to like that he does so, and often opts to shutting out the rest of the world in favor of his own daydreams of an ideal/better version of his life, entirely in his own mind

• Doesn't speak his thoughts, oftentimes keeps to himself and keeps his emotions close to his chest. He bottles up these emotions almost constantly until they overflow, causing occasional emotional outbursts when triggered. (fountain scene) can be similar to autistic masking

• Is viewed as strange, violent and crass due to his enclosure of these emotions. Misunderstood, and expresses an exhaustion of trying to convince others otherwise.

• Resting bitch face 24/7

• Doesn't speak to people unless directly spoken to— and if so, it's usually very brief. If he feels no need to speak, he won't, and will simply sit there in silence until the person he's speaking to gives up and moves on. (As referenced in his interactions with Reaglan/William.)

• Very burnt out; borderline disassociative. While this has no direct connection to autism, many autistic individuals usually have these kinds of issues as long term side effects.

• Has described difficulty in reading others emotions, and has even described having trouble differentiating and identifying his own emotions. he also seems to struggle in verbalizing and showing said emotions (Alexithymia; very common in autistic individuals)

• In the same sense, however, he's very observant— he's able to recognize very quick shifts in facial expression and other observations others wouldn't regularly note. He also mentions people's faces and their expressions many times in passages, implying he pays close attention to people's facial expression in order to gauge their thoughts and emotions. This can also be considered a form of autistic masking.

• Likes routine; seems to get thrown off when said routine is disrupted. Has a specific order of events on how he wakes up and goes about his mornings.

• Has established trouble in being able to keep a job. While this is partially due to his own academic struggles, a good portion of his aforementioned job failures are because of things of his own manner. (Again, not directly connected to autism, but something many autistic individuals struggle with)

• Probably a lot more, but I can't really think of them lol

Abby

• Is described multiple times as a very reclusive kid, often times refusing to speak unless directly spoken to

• Has a guidance counselor specifically because she does not fit in with the other children her age and presumably refuses to socialize, preferring to draw rather than interact with children her age (outside of her "imaginary friends".)

• Likes to hide away in her "hidey tent", and only leaves to sit at her desk to draw. Expresses sadness that she cannot fit said desk in her tent

• Only likes specifically the desk. She does not like the chair paired with it, as she doesn't like how it feels.

• Does not eat regularly, often has to be encouraged multiple times and/or forced to eat unless it's something she likes

• Is described as "Mentally ill" by her aunt

• Refuses to talk to people, similar to shutting down

• Also expresses "tantrums" similar to autism meltdowns, like when she's under the belief that Mike is giving her off to her aunt

• Is very stubborn, oftentimes viewed as "disobedient" because she prefers to go off and do her own thing rather than what people want her to do

• Very smart, but has trouble with cues sometimes— cannot seem to tell when people she views as close to her are lying to her or attempting to manipulate her (the ghost kids) unless they're easy to read or she is very familiar with them (like Mike)

• Similar to Mike, Abby shows a mild disdain for her surroundings and the world around her; opts instead to delve into her own world derived of her own mind

• Observant; very easily able to read those she is familiar with.

In conclusion; the Schmidts are autistic as hell and Scott cawthon has somehow, by some insane circumstances, created two characters with some of the most realistic autistic rep I've seen to date. What in the world.

#this was so much to write #jesus christ #does this count as an infodump #i think i need my own diagnosis atp #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #autism #autistic things #autistic thoughts #autistic experiences #how do i even tag most of this jelp

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Penny: Fluff Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your homestead lifestyle, and your similar values. 

Specifically she also loves that your sober, a working spouse, and want a big family (i'm assuming you apply to these because they’re deal breakers for her)

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your face, you’re just so beautiful and she loves admiring that beauty.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Same as Abigail’s if you read that chapter.

Lying down and hugging, legs and arms tangled together.

Lying on your chest.

Or if your sitting down, laying her head on your shoulder or sitting in your lap.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Cooking dinner for you at either of your houses, assuming this is pre-marriage for a minute.

i'd imagine she'd send you a letter, inviting you over on a night that Pam will be at the saloon till it closes.

you'd get there at 6pm, and as you walked in and got to the dining room, dinner was already spread out on the table.

Ice water, eggplant parmesan, garlic bread, and a small salad. 

plus a maple bar for each of you for dessert.

you'd spend the night eating, talking, laughing, and holding hands.

after dinner you'd migrate to the couch, falling asleep under a blanket together after watching a movie. 

bonus: Pam would get home tipsy, but see you two, she'd smile to herself and get to her room as quietly as possible, going to bed happy that Penny is finally happy.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Pretty maturely, but she’s easily upset or shy. So if you seem mad or disappointed with her, she may just shut down. Please be nice to her :( 

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

She wants a lot of kids, as many as you’ll let her. 

Minimum 4 (another deal breaker for her), max 6-8. Not necessarily one after the other, she’s fine waiting multiple years between each kid.

She longs to raise children and give them a life of comfort, warmth, and happiness. Everything she didn’t have as a child.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She likes receiving gifts, it’s a minor love language of hers. She prefers useful and practical gifts. 

Examples: books, quality cookware, plants to decorate with, clothes, hair accessories, cookbooks, magazine subscriptions, coupons to shop with.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Big on hand holding, she’ll hold your hand all the time

When sitting next to or across from each other, walking side-by-side, sleeping, anytime she’s next to you in some way.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

A bit panicked but she tries to stay calm as to not freak you out too.

Immediately rushes to grab the first aid kit and sit you down in the bathroom.

Cleans and patches you up, lightly scolding you for being so reckless if the wounds are pretty bad. 

Tells you to go rest for the day and makes you ginger ale and noodle soup. 

If the wounds are mild, she’ll just clean and patch you up and ask you to “Please be careful, honey. I really don’t want to see you get hurt.”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Her jokes are more intellectual and innocent like Maru’s.

Lot’s of jokes referencing her books, history, and art.

If you don’t get them, just pretend to and then research it later.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Usually she just goes for a quick peck on the lips or cheek. Playful, cute, innocent. 

You may have more passionate kisses/make-outs if she’s in the mood. (but this is the fluff alphabet, so none of that here)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Acts of service. She’s lowkey a tradwife, so she loves doing things for you around the house.

I do NOT mean this in an incel fantasy way, she still teaches as a job, and she’s not going to wait on you hand-and-foot like a maid.

But she is clearly more of a domestic, caring, people-pleaser kind of person.

So think cooking for you and the kids, keeping your boots dry after the workday is over, doing your laundry, keeping the house clean, feeding the pet, decorating, shopping, etc…

And in turn she’d appreciate you doing (or paying to get these done) the yard work, house repairs, farming, yada yada. 

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The birth/adoption of your first child together. For her, that completely solidified your commitment to each other, she no longer had intrusive fears of divorce or cheating. Because if you’re willing to start a big family with her, you’re clearly in it for long haul, and WANT to share a life together. 

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Two major ones. Divorce, or you becoming an addict. Now i don’t think she expects or thinks this will happen, just if you were to ask her this question, those would be the worst case scenario.

I think the addict one is obvious, her mom was (and is) an angry alcoholic, that’s the last thing she wants in a partner. She already had a terrible childhood, she doesn’t need an alcoholic partner to fuck up her adult life too.

And divorce is also obvious. But it’s specifically her biggest fear if you had kids together. What if your 3-4 kids in, and suddenly want a divorce. Now she either has to move back to her mom’s and raise her kids in the sad environment she grew up in, or they stay at your house and she only gets to see them ½ the time. If she had an actual nightmare about this scenario, it would keep her up the rest of the night and ruin her morning. 

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Walks on her toes.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Love, hun, my love, dear, darling.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Deep talks, playing with the kids, experimenting new recipes, sitting on the porch and drinking tea before the kids wakeup, watching the sunrise/sunset, going to the bathhouse, picnics.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Mitski: Washing Machine Heart & My Love Mine All Mine.

Taylor Swift: Teardrops On My Guitar, Enchanted, Lover, Style, Love Story.

Eyedress: Something About You.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Semi-open, she’s naturally reserved and closed off to other people. She especially doesn’t like talking about her feelings and past to just anyone. But the longer you two are together, the more she’ll open up. Just be patient and understanding.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

At least 2 years, probably more though. She is very careful with relationships, she has to really know and trust someone before she is willing to let them in.

This is mainly because she isn’t into “casual dating” or “situation-ship” stuff, it’s all or nothing with her.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Quiet but present, she let’s you talk about it and listens intently before asking if you want advice or comfort. She’ll hold you while you talk, and afterwards play your favorite song on the record player and get you something to eat.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

She doesn’t show it off, but she is very proud of her homemaking skills. Also how far she’s come in life and her resilience despite all the hardships and trauma. She does not show you off either, she prefers to keep you two private. Everyone knows you’re together anyway, why make a scene?

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

She doesn’t like it, but she tries to remind herself that you know what you’re doing.

Though she does wish you would just leave the monster hunting to Marlon and Rasmodius.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

She thinks she can but she can’t very well. She seems like the type to think your upset when you aren’t, she’s a little paranoid because of trauma.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

She wouldn’t, she wants you to propose.

Specifically during a special romantic dinner/date.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Rainy days, bodies of water, reading, the museum/library, being home, the bath house, fresh air, spring mornings, summer nights. The night market is oddly comforting.

#stardew valley #fluff #fluff alphabet #sdv penny #x reader #sdv x reader

[bokyong]

- When You Fall Asleep On Them - Stray Kids Members Reaction

Stray Kids reaction when you fall asleep on them

Stray Kids! (Boyfriend) x Reader!

- Fluff - Some angst for Lix’s part i’m sorryy -

Word Count - 1.9k+

(Not capitalized on purpose)

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♡CHAN♡

you and your boyfriend were currently seated in the subway, awaiting your arrival to the han river. you were excited, though, the silence of the subway just seemed to force your eyes shut. the calm atmosphere and the subtle movement began to take over your senses, causing you to softly lay your head on chan’s shoulder. he was used to it by now, simply pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, seemingly lulling you to an even more tired state. your body soon relaxed, your head still comfortably placed on your boyfriend. quiet almost unnoticeable snores escaped your lips, resulting in chan turning his head in your direction. his eyes widened, heart beat speeding up at the sight of your sleeping figure. chan was flustered beyond words. something about your peaceful era made him want to coo and tease you but he resisted. waving his hand in front of your face, he realized that this slumber was no joke. you were completely out of it as your body rocked back and forth from the unsteady earth beneath you. without a word, chan pecked your head yet again, deciding to let you stay asleep as he listened to the melodic sound of your evened out breathing.

♡MINHO♡

the two of you were cuddling, both scrolling through your phones in your dead silent bedroom. your head was laid on his chest, his hand interlaced with yours. it was around midnight, a pretty normal time for you and your boyfriend to settle down with a cuddle session. something about his slow breathing pace, pushing your head up and down with it seemed to trick you into a half awake half asleep predicament. his warm body causing your eyes to gradually close with every breath he took. eventually, he felt your tight grip on his hand loosen, your head snuggling further into him. a small chuckle slipped from his lips as he then released his hand from your weakened grip, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. this evil trick of his settled you into a now full sleeping state, giving him the ability to take all the pictures he wanted. snapping pictures left and right, he finally put his phone down, making a mental note to tease you nonstop the next morning. for now, though, was ideal boyfriend time. he placed a kiss to his hand before rubbing your cheek, his way of kissing you without having to wake you. the faintest smile graced your lips as you unconsciously pushed your head further into his chest. unwillingly, minho’s lips curved upwards into a smile. he really hated the fact that you could so easily make him adore you, even in your sleep..

♡CHANGBIN♡

after an exhausting day of college, you tiredly made your way home and immediately collapsed into changbin who was seated on the couch. the poor boy was so confused, innocently staring at your frustrated face. “baby, what’s wrong?” he questions hugging you close to him. all he was met with was a light groan as you curled up in his hold. not even a few seconds later, you were passed out, body being held by your boyfriend. changbin felt his face heating up at your actions and he carefully massaged his fingers into your tense shoulder blades. he could feel you falling deeper into his arms at the relaxing touch, further fluttering they boys heart. he settled into the couch, draping a blanket over the two of you and later falling asleep right with you..

♡HYUNJIN♡

you and hyunjin were watching the sunset together, enjoying the view on the sunny day. it was an enjoyable time.., a blanket laid out on the green grass which you and hyunjin were both laying on: a beige, soft, fluffy blanket to be exact. the vibrant oranges and pinks of the sunset were so satisfying and calming.., leaving you to rest your head on hyunjin’s lap while tiredly staring into his sparkling eyes. “tired?” he questioned, playing with your long hair. you nodded in response, allowing him to continue his soothing touch to your hair and scalp. within a few seconds, your eyes were fully closed, your head still using your boyfriends lap as a pillow. tiny huffs sounded from your mouth, signaling to hyunjin that you were now asleep. “oh?” he wondered aloud, removing the multiple strands of hair which were covering your face. not wanting to disturb your beauty sleep, he stayed seated until the sunset had finally slipped past the tall mountains, then waking you and offering you a piggyback ride the car. sure enough, you eased your chin on his shoulder during your short ride to the car. more like him carrying you on his back but still..

♡JISUNG♡

jisung was in the studio, deciding to catch up a little on his work. it was well past midnight and you decided to pay him a visit, not wanting your boyfriend to feel lonely or stressed. that’s how it came to you leaning against his side, eyes squinted from the bright light of his computer in the dark night which he was currently working on. “baby are you almost done?” you wearily asked, eyes now closed yet you were still awake. “almost almost..” he replied. “that’s what you’ve been saying for like two hours!” you exclaimed shooting him an annoyed glare. although, once you saw the quokkas cute face, you really couldn’t be mad at him.. “i’m sorryy” he whined, pushing your head back onto his shoulder. you followed his indirect instructions, letting your eyes shut while laying back on the boy. less than five minutes later and your whining had completely stopped. in confusion, jisung peered over at you only to find you sound asleep, still laying on his comfy body. he sighed in exasperation and guilt for making you wait so long. he left you in your dreamland for a while longer before lightly shaking your body, waking you up in an instant. “hm? are you done yet?” you asked, head snapped up towards him. “are you awake now~” he teased, watching your face contort with bafflement. your boyfriend, then, whipped out his phone, opening his photos and scrolling through what felt like millions of embarrassing yet adorable pictures of you fast asleep on his side. “JISUNG-AH!” you screamed, mortified at what he had just shown you. “it’s cute~” he cooed, turning his phone off after you attempted to grab it from him. “uh-uh! this is staying in my camera roll forever!” he playfully scolded, pinching your cheek. “okay, let’s go now!” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the studio before you could properly get mad at him.

♡FELIX♡

the sleepless nights and overthinking days of college were really starting to get to you. you were sprawled across your bed, a lifeless look in your eyes. you heard your door creeking open, simply choosing to ignore it. you were too busy stressing to pay attention to anything. you felt the bed sink near you, a fluffy felix staring at you intently. “sweetie! what’s wrong!?” your boyfriend cried out, engulfing you in a hug. your breathing became heavier the more you held your tears in. felix squeezed you tighter which seemed to push your tears out of your eyes. weeping, you fell into his chest, his hand coming up to your head. he kept your head on his body, laying down in your bed. you followed him, still sobbing in your boyfriends touch. “‘lix..” you choked out, audible sobs interfering your singular word. “shhh.., i know you’re tired love..” he told you, letting you pour all of your tears out onto his thin white t-shirt. you cried until you were too tired to even speak. you collapsed further into yongbok’s chest, immediately crashing into a soundless sleep. tears decorated your young face which felix carefully wiped away with the back of his hand. your breathing was calm yet shaky as sleep took over your body. your head rested on a wet patch on felix’s shirt, soaked with your tears. your mouth lay agape, cheek smushed against yongbok’s chest. honestly, it was a pretty adorable sight for felix. he snapped a quick picture for memories, rocking your body back and forth. what would he do without you..?

♡SEUNGMIN♡

you and seungmin had just made it back to korea after a long trip from their world tour. you being seungmin’s girlfriend meant you got to tag along with them! though, the jet lag had been getting to the two of you as you both dragged yourselves into the room and onto the couch. “ugh, i’m so tired and it’s only noon..” mumbled a sleepy seungmin. you yawned a few words of “same” before snuggling up to your cuddly boyfriend. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and tiredly burying his face into your shoulder. you returned his tight hug, quickly reaching over to throw a blanket over the two of you. once you and him were settled on the couch with him laying down and you on top of him, you dozed off in an instant. seungmin could feel your weight on top of him as your body relaxed. once he was sure you were sleeping, he pecked your forehead, although, he was barely able to keep his own eyes open anymore. next thing he knew, he too had collapsed of drowsiness with you still on top of him. you and your boyfriend slept peacefully until late afternoon where seungmin was the first to wake up. he played with your hair a bit, tying it into a loose ponytail, then releasing it. after some time, he brought his mouth close to your ear whispering, “psst! Y/N, wakey wakey~” you jerked awake at the unexpected hot breath in your ear. “huh?” you questioned in confusion, curiously looking at seungmin. no words were said by him, he just immersed you in a cozy, boyfriend hug.. something he hadn’t experienced for at most a few hours. too long for the impatient puppy..

♡JEONGIN♡

you were with your boyfriend and the two of you were out to get food. you and i.n had settled on a teokbokki place, not very far away. you and him were now waiting for your uber which was supposedly arriving shortly. sure enough, you watched as the designated car pulled up in front of you, jeongin opening the door and signaling you to climb in. after you were inside the car, he strolled to the other side, sitting in the seat right next to you. the first part of the ride was like normal: you and your boyfriend both on your phones, awaiting your arrival at the food place. now.., you weren’t sure if it was something about the warm interior of the uber on a cold day or maybe the fact that you had slept a total of two hours the night before, but you were finding yourself nodding off to sleep occasionally. you tried preventing it but your attempts were futile. no matter how much you rubbed your hands and face, you couldn’t keep your eyes from gradually closing. your head found jeongin’s shoulder, resting it there comfortably. as soon as you had done this, i.n felt a tickly feeling to his neck as a result of your long, silky hair. “baby stop, it tickles..” he mumbled out, getting no response from you. instead, he turned his head to find you completely asleep on him, your face appearing relaxed for once. “yah!” he quietly yelled in mock annoyance. “why would you fall asleep without me?!” he whined in desperation, letting his head fall to yours, also drifting off into a light nap. don’t worry, he woke up before the uber man had to wake you both up himself..

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This is purely based off of my interpretation ^^

I don’t really like how this turned out but if y’all like it then i’ll keep it posted!

Have a sunshine day! ✿

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[annachronisme]

It could be worse, right ? Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

@kodaik97 @flustratedcas @didntwant2come @dreamlandforever @bidisastersworld @grtwdsmwhr

They had started to bicker right after. Apparently, his way of announcing bad news was not the best. Wayne never had any complains but for some reason Harrington didn’t seem to approve his methode.

“What do you mean locked?” spitted Gareth through gritted teeth.

They exchanged a glance. Which one was gonna sacrifice himself to the wolf. Steve sensing a lost battle here, rolled his eyes at him.

“Someone locked the door behind me.” He said, passing a hand nervously in his hair. 

“So this is your fault !" Accused Gareth, slapping his hand on the table, making Steve flinch back with a sour face. 

“Leave Steve out of this, shithead !” shouted Lucas, jumping at Steve's defense. “Steve wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh because you know him so much, right !?” Gareth shouted right back. 

“Better than you do, fucking asshole. What’s your problem!?” Shouted Mike. It was kind of endearing how much the kids were ready to defend the ex-jock like that, even little Mike Wheeler who always seemed to hold a kind of grudge against the dude he still defended the man.

He wondered what could have happened for some nerd kids to be saddled with Harrington of all people and to be so attached to him. Even weirder was that Harrington was even more than them.

While he was busy studying Steve's character like some carefully crafted characther, the other had started to fight. While no fist were flying -thanks whatever deity was ot there he really didn't want to break a fisht fight today- it had developed into a ‘who scream the loudest’ fight, creating a cacophony of shouts. Harrington still had not said a word, shoulders drawn up into his ears. Everytime someone managed to be louder than the rest, he would frown even harder, like he was in pain or something. 

“ENOUGH.” He shouted, slappin both hands on the table. He saw Steve jump from the corner of his eyes, clearly not expecting him to shout.

“All of you. Shut. The fuck. Up. I'm not above killing all of your character off for the shit you just pulled. ” He tried his best to say calm but it was realy hard. The situation was already not ideal, he didn't need a fight now.  

“But-” Wheelers started to interject.

“I said shut up, Wheelers, you’re all on thin ice as it is. Now put your ass down and listen.”

They all sat back down, slowly , still throwing glare at each other, clearly not over that argument. 

“Munson …”

“ That." He took a deep breath, no need to get snippy with Harrington he didn't do anything. "Goes for you too, Stevie.”  he said more softly, sitting back down. He will panic later -way later, once he's safe in his room- about how he called Steve fucking Harrington 'Stevie' and didn't get pounded.

“ As we were going to explain. Someone, that is not Steve,- he said glaring meaningfully at Gareth seeking down in his chair. “ locked us in the Drama room. Steve went to check the emergency exit in the back and it is also locked, clearly the assholes who did this thought really hard about it but not hard enought to think about the fucking fire hazard it meant. Anyway, Harrington, you’re the last one who came maybe you saw something ?” 

“I- I don’t think so ? I did feel like someone was following me but I thought it was just my paranoïa acting up again. ” He noticed Dustin had turned a worried look at Steve, Mike and Lucas too but it was way more subtle. Harrington smiled reassuringly at the kid who did not look convinced at all. There was something going on there he was definitely not aware of. 

“Okay. It’s fine. We’re fine,,, Uncle Wayne is not going to look for me until tomorrow night, at the very last. Gareth, Jeff ?”

Both shook their heads. No one, on their side, not tonight at least. Maybe tomorrow morning when they wouldn't find them home. Turning toward the kids, he saw that they wore a similar grimace on their faces. 

“None of their parents are going to look for them until Monday, if even that.” added Steve. “ They were supposed to sleepover at my house and it’s not unusual for them to stay more than one night, so there’s no luck on that front.” 

“Fuck. What about you Harrington ?”

“No… I have the weekend off and Robin is out with her family for the weekend.” 

Who in hell is Robin?

“Double fuck.” He mumbled into his hand. “There’s nothing left but to wait I guess.”

Time passed. Dustin and Steve seemed to have an entire conversation with their eyes. Steve huffed before turning his back to them, walking away. 

“I’m going to look around for something useful.” Steve mumbled out. He was quickly followed by the three freshmen, following him like ducklings. 

“ This is so bad.” whispered Jeff. 

“It could be worse. At least, we have food.” he awkwardly laughed. 

“We’re gonna have to sleep there. And with Harrington of all people. What a fucking nightmare.” scorned Gareth.

Soon after Steve came back, arms full of blankets he found, followed by the other three carrying pillows. Apparently the Drama club had a lot of accessories stacked somewhere in the back. He threw the blankets in a pile. He was talking in a hushed tone to the kid, they looked unconvinced at best, whatever the older boys was sayings was not taken seriously by them. They sat on the floor near the blankets, all four in a circle. Deciding he really didn’t want to stay all night on a chair, he got up and flopped down into the blankets pile, startling the kids. The blankets smelled weird, not bad pursue but it definitely needed a wash. He heard a faint laugh to his left, turning his head he saw Harrington himself hiding a smile behind his hand.  

“Dramatic much?” he smirked. Oh god. He was cute, the asshole.

“If you’re asking me this, you've never seen me in your life before, and I know it's not possible because we shared classes together at some point.” he said rolling on his back. Gareth and Jeff were moving down toward them, a bit wary in the presence of an old jock like Steve Harrington. 

“Yeah I remember Mrs.Chapman's litterature class. I always liked those lessons. Not that Chapman was any good at making her books interesting, she was suck a bore but you made it bearable so there's that.” He said, smiling softly. The kids were exchanging weird looks between them not saying a things. Eddie's brain however at went completely blank, gaping like a fish out of water.

So that happened.

Henderson, thank god, turned the discussion to DnD. They opened a few bags of chips at some point when they started to get hungry. They talked, filling silence with nonsense, mostly about the campaign they just finished and about the one they did before. Apparently baby Byers was part of the three freshmen group and he was really good, they couldn't stop praising the kid.

And in that time, he once again saw something in Harrington he had not seen before. 

Harrington. Steve 'the King' 'The Hair' Harrington was worse than a fucking Mom.

“ Do not wipe your hands on your clothes, that’s disgusting. You’re not the one who's going to do the laudry later, I am.” He fussed over Henderson who had wiped his filthy hand on his shirt. 

“ Yes, Mom… ” snarkily said Henderson. He had felt himself tense. He may not know Harrington and even though he was starting to believe what the kids said about him and could see how he cared about them, he didn't know he would react to that kind of jab. 

The kid had a death wish or something ? Easiest way to anger a jock even a retired one was to put in danger their fucking masculinity. 

And he was surprised once again, when Harrington not only sighed completely exasperated and turned to him to say ‘you see what I’m dealing with?’ while the tree shithead just laughed at him. When Steve returned his attention to the kids, he leaned into Gareth. 

“Am I still high ?” he whispered. Gareth just looked at him like he was the dumbest person he had ever seen. 

#steddie #mom steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things

[storiesofsvu]

Heavy Hearts Ch 14

Casey Novak x reader (previous and eventual) warnings: language, minor alcohol consumption, hurt, toxic family.

At this point it felt like all you could do was go through the motions, silently accepting whatever fate it was that the universe held for you. You were so downtrodden it didn’t really matter anymore; you were a shell of a human being at this point, barely hearing what your parents were saying while you discussed the move to the Lexington’s along with the rest of your future over breakfast. You barely felt your father kiss the top of your head before disappearing to work, your mother continuing to lecture as she pretended to clean the kitchen before you were finally able to disappear upstairs.

It didn’t take long to get your things packed; you’d basically been living out of suitcases until you were to head back to Boston anyways. Considering your change of lifestyle if you were staying in DC you filled another bag with the rest of your clothes, the dresses, the fancier pieces of your wardrobe that you knew you’d need for garden parties, galas and the like. You were honestly surprised when Brock knocked at your bedroom door, greeting you with a warm smile and a half-caff latte, asking what he could help with, part of you had assumed he would simply send one of his drivers over. Instead you were met with someone who was actually interested in you and your life, while your plan had been to just bring clothes and the personal items you’d brought home from school, you ended up going through a few boxes of things packed up from your childhood. You surprised yourself as you laughed over an elementary school yearbook, photo albums that your parents had kept from birthday parties and the like. Packing became a task left forgotten, Brock’s arm loosely around your waist as the two of you sat on the edge of your bed looking back on memories of happier times where responsibilities and real life problems didn’t exist.

“Our kid’s gonna have spectacular birthdays.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“They better.” You replied with a small laugh, flipping the album shut, “I expect multiple bouncy houses.”

“The yard will be filled with bouncy houses darlin, believe me.”

“Yeah?” You asked, standing from the bed as he did.

“Yeah.” His hand cupped at your cheek, thumb softly stroking at your skin, “hey, I know this is scary, but we’re gonna have the best kid, and they’re gonna have the best life. I promise.” He ducked down to kiss your cheek quickly, “let’s get these bags out to the car.”

“Oh, I can take—” You reached out for one and he chuckled.

“I’ve got it sweetheart, can’t have you doing any heavy lifting right now.” His hand rubbed over your stomach for a moment too long and you felt a jolt shoot through you, a wave of nausea accompanying it. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You flashed him a tight smile, “let’s go.”

He was a few steps ahead of you when you reached the door, taking the bags that had accumulated there out to the car while you’d stopped to talk to Larissa. She reminded you that she would always be there to talk, to support you and you thanked her for that. You heard the sound of a car on the gravel and your brow scrunched as you looked out onto the driveway, your head tilting at the sight of your brother half jogging up the steps.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked and his hand shot out to your left one, pulling it up into his eyeline before looking up at you bewilderedly.

“So it’s true?”

“What?”

“Mom called all ecstatic about the engagement announcement, saying how happy she was that it was going to be a double announcement. What the fuck?!”

“Wow, I know it’s not exactly ideal but I’d expect a congratulations at the very least.” You huffed, tugging your hand out of his.

“A congratulations is in order when you’re happy about something. You cannot tell me you’re happy about this!”

“Ethan…” you looked up at him with tired eyes, “please. I don’t have the energy to do this anymore. I’m pregnant, with his kid.”

“So what about Harvard?”

“It’s not just about me anymore.” You took a breath, ducking your gaze before looking back up at him, “only caring about myself went out the window the moment that test came back positive. The only thing I have to worry about now is making sure this baby has the life that it deserves. One with two parents, a full family, grandparents, happy Christmases, fun birthdays… If I need to sacrifice part of myself, things that make me happy, then so be it. What I want is no longer important, it’s all for the baby.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? You sound insane.” He scoffed, “just get out of here, now. Hell I’ll drive you to the airport myself.”

“Ethan I can’t!”

“You’re not trapped here.” He urged and you rolled your eyes.

“I am. If I leave, mom and dad are locking my bank account.”

“So? I’ll help you.”

“And what? You think they won’t figure that out? It’s not like they’d just give you my trust fund. Once they realized you were helping me you’d get cut off too, and you’ve got a whole life a head of you, wedding, honeymoon, Sarah… please… you don’t need to worry about me and the mistakes I’ve made. I’m fine. Things are going to be fine. I’ve just got a new life path that I need to follow.” You shrugged, “whether you support it or not is up to you.” You gently shoved passed him, pausing on the steps when you heard him speak again.

“What the hell happened to you?”

You turned back, a look of near betrayal on your features as you studied him for a moment, “I came home. Because you wanted me to.”

Ethan let out a scoff, shaking his head as anger surged through him, “that’s fucking cold. Are you really blaming me for everything happening to you just because you couldn’t keep your fucking legs closed?! I didn’t do any of this. You fucked your life up all on your own!”

“Oh fuck you Ethan!”

“Fuck me? Fuck you! I mean, look at you, you’ve become one of them, you’re never going to be better than any of the trophy wives you constantly claim you hate. So go! Go live your picture perfect life like some bimbo.”

“I thought you had my back…” You muttered, trying to ignore the emotions surging through you.

“I don’t even know you anymore.” It was his turn to push passed you as he jogged off to his car, leaving you to huff out a breath before traipsing down the steps to Brock’s.

“Everything okay?” He asked as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Can we just go?” You replied, trying to hold back the shake in your voice, bracing your elbow on the window sill, your eyeline directed out of it. You felt the warmth of Brock’s hand gently squeezing your thigh and in that moment the comfort of that gesture was exactly what you needed. Your free hand actually reached out, slipping your hand into his and squeezing softly, in return he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as he shifted the car into drive. “Thank you.” You murmured.

The drive over to his place wasn’t long, not far from your parents house and once he pulled up you offered to help but he quickly declined, kissing your forehead insisting that he and the housekeeper had things handled. The guest house was gorgeous, entering into the open living room on the left, island and kitchen on the right, a long hallway past that connecting to another three bedrooms, a home office and a back entrance to the yard. While it wasn’t exactly how you were expecting to spend the next year, you couldn’t really complain. Brock had taken your bags into the main bedroom, leaving you at the island as you contemplated over the argument with your brother, wondering how much of it he actually meant. He suddenly wrapped around you from behind, a soft kiss pressed to the side of your neck.

“You alright?” He asked, turning you in his arms, “what happened back there?”

“Ethan being a fucking dick.” You replied with a huff, ducking your gaze and his hand gently titled your face up to his.

“Hey… brothers can be assholes sometimes. And I mean…he was always kind of a dick.”

“I know.” You let out a breath, “I get that sometimes he doesn’t understand my life, but… the shit he said today pushed way worse than he usually would.” When you glanced back up at him you couldn’t help the tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh sweetheart.” His hand squeezed at yours, “you don’t have to talk to him anymore if you don’t want to. I get it, Archer’s a fucking moron too. If you don’t want Ethan around I’ll make sure he stays away.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s my job too protect you now, right?” He stated and you let out a watery laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I guess so.”

“Then I’m gonna do it.”

“Thank you.” You repeated, “I just…. God.. I thought he actually gave a shit. He was the last person I thought had my back.”

“Hey…. Hey…” Brock’s hands softly squeezed at your shoulders, “I’ve got you okay?” He waited until you looked up at him, a genuine look in his eyes as he cupped your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears, “I know your parents made some ridiculous rules and I think it’s beyond fucking stupid they’re not letting you finish your degree because you’re brilliant. I told them I’d happily go out to Boston with you but they turned it down.”

You felt your heart nearly stop in your chest, looking up at him bewildered, “you…. You would do that for me?”

“Sweetheart…” he stroked at your cheek, “I would do anything for you.”

“Oh…” you gazed off into the distance, “I guess I never really realized…”

“How crazy I was about you?” He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you, “you, and now this baby? You’re my entire world, you’re all that matters.” He kissed your forehead gently, “now how about dinner? You must be hungry?

“Oh what?” You laughed, “you’re actually going to cook?”

“I mean if you want something fancy I’ll call a chef.” He laughed back, moving into the kitchen, “but I was thinking something easy. You still love grilled cheese?”

“Uh.. yeah..” You smiled, a warmth blooming through your chest, “yeah I do. I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“Well,” Brock moved toward you, kissing your temple once again before nudging you toward the living room, “how about you go get comfortable, I’ll get dinner ready.”

You settled into the corner of the couch, flicking through the channels until you found something worth watching, the sounds of Brock clattering around in the kitchen behind you. You briefly heard him muttering on the phone in between sizzles of the stove and it wasn’t much longer he was rounding the side of the couch, plate of food set onto the coffee table and he handed you a large mug of tea that you thanked him for. He returned a moment later with the second plate and a beer for himself, making himself comfortable on the couch beside you. There wasn’t much for conversation, attentions on the television and you were, once again, utterly lost in your own mind. You felt like you were living in a simulation, like none of this was actually real and maybe you were about to wake up and be back at Harvard. That all of this was some insane stress dream thanks to exams and end of year papers. You finished your dinner, leaning back against the couch and your body nearly tensed when Brock tossed an arm around you, his fingers tickling at the skin between your shirt and pants.

“Mom set up a doctors appointment for you tomorrow.” He commented, picking up his second beer, “gotta make sure everything’s healthy, get you on the right vitamins.”

“Thanks.” You replied with a sigh.

“You want your mom there?”

“Ugh, no.” You grumbled and he chuckled, “she’ll just end up trying to control everything and then we’ll start fighting and that never ends well.”

“Well my mom offered to go if you wanted that instead?” He glanced down at you, a small smile on his face and you let out a little breath, “might be nice having someone who’s gone through this already in the room. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m pretty clueless.”

“Uh… yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.”

“She’ll be thrilled.” He tugged you closer to him, leaving a kiss on the top of your head and you were fine with that for a moment before his hand began to wander, disappearing under the hem of your shirt. At first, considering the conversation you were hoping it was just going to rest on your stomach, but his fingers began tickling higher and you took the opportunity you had to slip out of his grasp. Picking up the dishes from the table you stepped around the couch,

“Listen, I’m pretty wiped. It’s been a long day, I need to shower still, I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Moving through the kitchen you made sure everything found its way into the dishwasher before glancing up over the island.

“I could always join you in the shower?” Brock offered with a cocked brow and you let out an awkward laugh.

“Not… tonight.”

“Your loss.” He grinned, “make yourself at home darlin’, I’ll probably be up late.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You mustered up a smile for him before quickly disappearing down the hallway.

In the midst of the bomb going off you’d missed a very key part of what becoming engaged to Brock Lexington would involve. You’d accepted that you would never get you law degree, you figured it would be feasible to play the role of trophy wife, of the doting stay at home mom once your baby got here. You’d show up to the events, smile for the cameras, likely end up on playdates with other parents whose aspirations were completely the opposite of yours. And you’d accepted all of that, you were willing to make those sacrifices. But Brock was going to want something more, the something that had gotten you in this situation in the first place. Your saving grace up to this point was that you had zero memory of having sex with him, it was as if it never happened, you were able to ignore it.

You let out a shudder as you stepped into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before you stripped down and got into the shower, scrubbing a little extra tonight. You were smart, you could handle this, figure out an array of excuses to keep his hands off you. He was a politician, more than half of them cheated on their so called perfect wives all the time. You said a silent prayer that he would keep to his sleezy ways and fall into that pile with the rest of them.

Once you were sure you couldn’t get any cleaner, and exhaustion really was taking over you dried yourself off with the fluffiest of towels and tugged on your pyjamas, wandering back into the bedroom. You could hear the tv still playing off in the living room as you slipped under the covers, letting out a sigh as you dropped back into the plush bed. You tried to keep the thoughts and emotions at bay, which wasn’t hard at this point, you were so incredibly numb to all of it so you were able to curl up into a ball and let sleep takeover. You weren’t sure how many hours later it was when you felt the bed dip with Brock’s weight, rousing you ever so slightly from your dreams. An arm was loosely tossed around your waist and you were back asleep before you could even move.

**

It had been nearly two months since Casey had said her tearful goodbye to you outside the dorms at Harvard and she was finally at the point where grief seemed to no longer be eating away at her. She’d been able to throw herself into work, though she knew she was indulging in a little bit too much wine in the evenings. Her parents had suggested a weekend out in the Hampton’s to enjoy the summer weather and she’d gone along with it. The ocean was calming, the sound of the waves often soothing her to sleep each night and the running paths were the best early in the morning before the rest of the town started their lazy days. She was just coming back from one of said runs, closing the door quietly behind her as she kicked off her shoes, wandering through the house to the kitchen.

“Hey.” She greeted her parents, pulling down a cup to fill up with water before she circled around to the table as they returned her greetings. The daily paper was spread across the table and thanks to her work interning and future career, she’d been keeping up with the going ons in the world. As she dropped down into an empty chair she reached out, pulling a section that her parents were done with toward her.

“Oh sweetheart!” Grace immediately reached out, “don’t…”

“Why?” She questioned back, flipping through the paper, “big whoop, the Calhoun’s hosted another silent auction, that’s a biweekly experience.” She laughed, flipping the page over, pulling the paper out of reach of her mother as she tried to grab at it.

That was when she saw it, your face staring back up at her. Her brow furrowed, eyes flitting up to the title of the article and she felt her heart sinking all the way into the pit of her stomach. You were on the arm of who she could only guess was Brock, she recognized your brother from a picture you’d had up in the dorm, assuming Sarah was the girl beside him. The entire thing was an over the top, braggy double engagement announcement.

“You can’t be serious…” She muttered, scanning through the article.

“I told you we should have thrown it out.” Ben grumbled, glancing towards his wife who rolled her eyes.

“She would’ve found out anyways.” She turned to Casey, “I guess this confirms the cheating suspicion…”

“Yeah..” Casey mumbled, her eyes examining you, as if she could get verbal answers from a black and white photo, “part of me was holding onto this little hope that I was just going crazy.” She continued reading through the announcement, “wait… she’s not coming back to school?”

“What?” Grace asked.

“It says here she’s moved in with him, that she’s staying in DC. I mean that’s where his career is, but what about hers? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe she’s finishing her degree out there.” Ben offered, squeezing at her shoulder, “at least this means you won’t have to see her all the time at school this year.”

“I guess.” Casey huffed, dropping back into the chair as the paper fell to the table in front of her.

If you’d asked her, she’d admit that there was a tiny glimmer still in her heart. One that, despite being angry and feeling incredibly hurt with how you’d ended things was holding on to the thought of the two of you running into each other at Harvard. That you’d be able to reconcile, that her fragile heart would be able to handle it and that she would be able to trust you again. She knew the moment she said she never wanted to hear from you again that it was likely you were going to move on with your life, that you would eventually meet someone else and she would have to deal with seeing you with them, happy like she’d imagined you could have been together. She just wasn’t prepared for it to be so soon, for you to have already moved on with a ring on your finger.

“I need to shower.” She muttered, letting out a heavy sigh before she pushed away from the table.

“Case!” Grace called out before she could hit the bottom of the stairs, “I know it seems hopeless right now but you’ll find your happy ever after. I promise.”

“Yeah..” She managed back a small smile before bounding up the stairs to try and erase the image of your face from her brain yet again. She wondered if it was always going to be like this. That every time she had managed to start to forget you, you would pop back up in her life in some way, even more so, she wondered if she was going to be able to handle that. How you’d so effortlessly cut her out of your life and moved on she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to understand.

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[niabang]

Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

Next chapter

Chapter 1

Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Summary: You go to Seoul to spend some time with Chan.

Disclamer: this part of the story MIGHT eventually contain smut if I'm moved to. Other stray kids members are mentioned in this chapter.

I recommended reading The Summer it Came True before you read this but it can be read as a stand alone!

More under the cut!

Two years had passed since the man you loved suddenly showed up after 13 years of disappearing, lived with you for one week, just so happened to feel the same way about you and asked you to be his girlfriend.

Whenever you look back at it, it's kind of insane how that happened. You guys had been going strong for two years now. Today was your two year anniversary. You were taking a break from the company to go stay with him in Seoul for a while.

He was on tour the years that had passed, and you were bustling about in the company working on designs, shoots, magazines, and fashion shows.

You both barely had time for each other. The times you guys finally had time to even videocall one of you slept off midway or had to leave to take care of something urgent. You didn't mind, though. You were both hard workers and pretty independent. You both found joy in your work. It was your happy place.

But you both miraculously had a break at the same time. You decided you were going to go to Seoul to spend your break. It would do you some good.

You only ever travelled around for shows and meetings and didn't get to take in any of the new places you visited. You were finally going to experience a new culture, take in new scenery, and rest for a bit. Plus you were spending it with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend. It still sounded weird to you. The only thing weirder than that was the man you were referring to as your boyfriend. Your boyfriend was Chan. Bangchan as the world knew him. How was it possible that was the man you were dating?

You both had planned to rent an apartment out for a month because spending alone time together with seven other men wasn't ideal. You guys wanted your space.

He was going to pick you up from the airport and take you to the dorms to meet the guys before you both left to the apartment to start your month of relaxation.

You were so excited to see him. The last time you saw him in the physical was when he dropped him at the airport two years ago when he was leaving for Melbourne to see his family. Just the day after, he had asked you to be his girlfriend. Time flew by so fast.

"Just when I thought I was the only man in your life." Cj, your friend said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were still in the process of packing up some things before you left later today. Your flight was in the afternoon at two

"Oh, shut up. You're talking like you aren't engaged to your girlfriend of three years. By the way, how is Melissa doing?"

"She's doing great, we're almost drowning in wedding plans, and I actually came by to give you this."

He handed you a pastel colored envelope, and inside it was an invitation to their wedding and a letter from Melissa asking you to be one of her bridesmaids.

"Awwn, stop, this is so cute. I'm going to call her once you leave. Thanks for the package delivery guy, you can go."

"What an interesting way to treat your global ambassador and one of the most decorated models in the industry." He said, feigning annoyance

"After all your accolades, I'm still your boss so shoo."

"Okay, whatever you say, boss, go enjoy your holiday with mister Bang. The last thing you guys should be doing is banging, though." You cringed at his awful play on words and threw a flip flop at him.

"Leave!" He laughed to himself and said a quick bye before leaving and shutting the door to your house behind him.

He was so annoying.

You had already left the spare key to the main house, the beach house, and your car with CJ. It was time for you to leave for the airport now. Your flight was at 2 pm, and it was a 10 hour 30 minute flight, but Sydney was two hours ahead of seoul, so you would be arriving in Seoul at around 10 pm.

You were in for a long flight. You ordered an Uber to take you to the airport, and during the ride, you were mostly on the phone with Melissa, CJ's fiancée talking about wedding plans.

You finally got to the airport, and while you were still going through security, you decided to text chan and tell him you were about to board the plane. He replied, telling you he would be there to pick you up when you land.

You sorted your luggage, boarded the plane, and actually slept through the entire flight. It was so peaceful and you hadn't had a good sleep in a while.

The plane landed, and you got off, then went to get your luggage at the terminal. You looked around the huge airport building for chan but no sign of chan. You were about to call him when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You looked back, and it was your boyfriend. You instantly dropped the bags you were carrying and jumped on him. Embracing him in a tight hug. He laughed when he caught you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You placed your head on his shoulder, and you guys stayed like that for a while. Your hands were locked round his neck, legs wrapped and his torso, and he had his two hands round your waist. You both didn't care that you were in the midst of people.

"I missed you." He said, placing a peck to your cheek when you had lifted your head that was buried in his neck.

"I missed you too. Happy anniversary." As you said that, he let you down and picked up your bags.

"Let's get going." He led you to where the car was parked and opened the front door for you then he put your luggage in the trunk and went round to the drivers seat to start the car for your drive to the dorms and then to your apartment.

"Your car is really nice." He owned a black G Wagon. You had always found cars of this model cool.

"Thank you. How was your flight?"

"Honestly bro I slept through the whole thing, I only woke up when we were served food." You looked at him while you spoke, and you could see him smiling. The soft night lights were hitting his features just right. He was so handsome. He was yours.

"Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?" You asked in genuine confusion.

"You called me bro." He said, still smiling.

"Oh sorry princess I don't know what I was thinking." You said to him sarcastically

"You can come down from the car and find your way." He said and actually stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Are you serious right now? Let's go." Cars passed you both by, and their headlights gave you a better view of your boyfriend. He was giving you a long look from the drivers seat. God give you strength this entire month. You didn't want to do anything crazy.

"You're lucky I love you." He said and immediately put the car in gear to continue your drive.

"Thank you for loving me, Mr. Bang."

"You're welcome, Ms. Mitchell." You laughed a bit at you guys' silly jokes and relaxed into your chair.

"I'm kind of scared to meet the guys." You confessed to chan after being quiet for a while.

"Why?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"What if they don't like me? You've been their leader for years, and I just waltz into their lives, taking you away from them."

"They're not children, Kel. They've known about you for two whole years. Plus, they have their own girlfriends, too. You'll be fine."

"Okay." You said feeling reassured.

You were kind of nervous to meet the guys. They were celebrities. You got to know a bit of their personalities through clips on the Internet, but you really didn't know how they truly were.

You kind of forgot that you were sort of a celebrity yourself. You owned one of the biggest brands worldwide. Why were you worried?

"We're here." Chan said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked at the building in front of you. It was a standard looking duplex. It was painted grey, and it had a huge front yard.

You got down from the car and chan held you by the waist.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah." He dragged you towards the door with your answer.

He opened the door with his key, and you guys were met with pitch darkness and complete silence. You could only hear the sounds of electronics.

"Han?, Seungmin? Lee know? Felix?" He made out to flip a light switch, and as he did, you were met with a surprise.

"Happy anniversary!" His members popped up from their hiding spots holding a banner, balloons, and a cake. You looked at Chan to see if he was surprised as you were, but he wasn't. He looked like he expected it. The sucker knew all along. He planned it.

You didn't realise when tears started to fall from your eyes.

"No, no, no! Don't cry!" The man you recognised as Felix exclaimed. Chan looked at you and started to laugh while pulling you in for a hug. You were still crying tight in his hold. No one had ever done something like this for you before.

Chan signalled to the boys to leave the living room, and they all went into what you assumed was the kitchen.

Chan cupped your face with both his palms and used his thumbs to wipe your tears.

"Honey, why are you crying?" He was still laughing a bit when he asked.

"It's just... you guys are so nice. You put this all together for me. No one has ever done this for me before." You said still crying a bit.

"Come here." He pressed you back into him and told you to stop crying.

"Let's go meet the guys, okay?" You nodded and followed him into the room they went into, and you were right about it being the kitchen.

When you got into the kitchen, the guys were sitting on chairs around the island.

"Hi everyone." You said with a little wave to them.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend Kelly." Chan said to all of them even though they clearly knew who you were.

"Hi i'm-" You stopped the man who extended his hand towards you for a handshake before he could finish his sentence.

"Wait, don't tell me your names. I want to see if I remember them." You started placing names to faces while pointing at them one by one, and when you were done, they all started clapping.

"Wow, you did so well." Felix said, standing up from his seat to give you a handshake.

"Thank you. Thank you, guys, for the nice surprise."

"No need, it was all the old man's idea. He practically held us at gunpoint." You laughed at seungmin's joke, and Changbin hit him on his head for it.

"I always watch your fashion shows on tv. I love your designs." I.N. said to you

"We're happy to finally meet you. Chan is always talking about you." Changbin said.

"Awwn, thank you, Changbin." His English was the cutest thing you had ever heard.

"You're very beautiful." You couldn't believe that hyunjin the "visual king" was saying that to you.

"Thank you. You guys are all really handsome, too, if I do say so myself."

"Okay, okay, she's my girlfriend. Okay? You guys get your own." Chan said from the corner he had been standing in.

"I'm going upstairs to go get my bags. You guys had better not do anything stupid." As Chan was leaving the kitchen, they all followed him, and you were left in the kitchen with Felix.

"Do you want some cake?" He said to you, pointing at the cake Chan got you guys for your anniversary.

"Yes, please." Felix, cut a slice of cake and put it in a plate for you. He also handed you a fork.

"Do you mind if I have some?" He asked you, and you were stunned at how well mannered he was.

"Oh no, why would I? Please go ahead." He got himself a slice and sat down at the island with you.

"Thank you." You didn't understand why Felix was suddenly thanking you. Was it for the cake?

"For what?" You asked.

"For everything you're doing for Chan. I've not seen him this happy in years. Now I'm not saying he was depressed or something, but he came back different when he came to Melbourne two years ago. He came back brighter, and it's all thanks to you. He said you completed him."

You had no idea what to say after everything Felix just said to you, and thankfully, chan walked in before you had the chance to reply.

The rest of the members came down with him, too.

"We have to go now. It's getting late." Chan announced as he entered the kitchen.

"Okay, I'm coming." You said.

"Felix, when are you leaving with Melinda?" Chan asked him.

"She'll arrive tomorrow, so let's say in two days?" Chan nodded his head at felix's answer, and you assumed Melinda was felix's girlfriend.

As you and chan were leaving to the car Felix ran out with the remainder of your cake saying you forgot it but you told him to keep it since the rest of the boys hadn't had some yet and he adhered to your instructions.

Chan opened the front door for you, put his things in the trunk of the car, and got into the drivers seat. As you guys were driving out of the front yard, the boys were standing at the door waving you guys goodbye, and you rolled down the window to do the same.

"Don't come back!" Seungmin yelled from the door, and changbin hit him on his head again, just like earlier in the kitchen.

Chan was laughing as he drove out of the yard.

"They're all really nice." You said being the first one to speak.

"See. I told you you'd do fine. I don't even know why you were scared in the first place."

"Shhh. Remind me to send some clothes to I.N. later. He said he liked my designs. You didn't even tell me he followed the brand."

"Sorry. It sort of skipped my mind. But it's kind of crazy how someone you met like 16 minutes ago is getting gifts before the actual boyfriend." Here he was again with the teasing.

"Maybe I should just date I.N. instead of you." You said teasing back.

"Then I'd sit back and watch you get arrested." You scoffed at him and told him to shut up.

"Does the apartment look the way it does in the pictures on the site?"

"Pictures don't even do the place justice if we're being honest."

You both were in for a good time this month.

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[livwritesstuff]

2002, established relationship, dads!steddie living in boston with their 1yo daughter, another excerpt of this bc i think it's my actual fav part

“I’m done with this goddamn city,” Ed yelled up the stairs, “So fuckin’ serious, Steve. I’m out.”

Steve sighed, well-acquainted with this one of Ed’s many tirades.

Just as he was standing up from where he’d been sitting at his desk looking over some notes and prepping for a counseling session later that afternoon, he heard the door shut loudly (though not a full slam, he noted, because Ed had Moe with him). He headed out into the hallway in time to see Ed coming up the stairs, Moe balanced in one arm.

“What happened now?” Steve asked.

“An idiot BU kid driving Daddy’s Lexus almost T-boned me with Moe in the backseat because — apparently — red lights are just a fucking suggestion here.”

“I mean…I’m pretty sure you ran every red light in Hawkins when you were nineteen.”

It wasn’t a helpful comment, per se, and Steve knew that, but when Ed was riled up like this, there really weren’t any helpful comments available.

“That’s entirely different,” Ed countered, passing Moe over to him so he could pull off his own jacket, “There’s, like, six people on the road at any given moment in Hawkins, and two traffic lights.”

“Okay, well, we can move, love,” Steve said tiredly, steadily approaching his limit for how many times he could listen to Eddie rant about this particular issue without taking any sort of real action to solve it, “Nobody said we had to stay in Boston. Also — we can actually afford to buy a house now, so…”

“Wha— we can?”

“A down payment, yeah.”

“The fuck is a downpayment?”

“Uh…” Steve paused. He’d long since become comfortable with his role in his and Ed’s finances — being that he’s almost entirely in charge of them. He knew that Ed had grown up worrying about money in a way that Steve never had to so he actually liked being able to take over that part of their life together. He liked being able to let Ed not think about it (even though sometimes it meant that his thirty-five-year-old life partner asked him what a goddamn down payment was), “It’s kind of like putting a security deposit down on an apartment, except instead of for securing a lease, it’s for securing a loan — sort of. That’s…there’s better ways of explaining it, and there’s a lot more to it, but it’s sort of like we’re paying a certain amount of the mortgage upfront to prove that we’re committed to paying it off month-to-month.”

“How much is it?”

“Depends,” Steve shrugged, running a hand over Moe’s hair as she started to doze off, her head drooping down to rest on his shoulder, “Pretty sure twenty percent is considered, like, ideal, or something, so it all comes down to what our budget is.”

“What’s our budget?”

Steve leveled an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Ed asked.

“Do you actually wanna know? Because when I tried to show you our electric bill last week you pretended to be asleep.”

“Uh — buying a fuckin’ house together is totally different from you reprimanding me about leaving the heat on too long.”

“I don’t think I’d have to reprimand you anymore if you saw the electric bill.”

“Okay — yes, Stevie, I actually would like to be involved in our finances just this once because I care very, very deeply about us buying a house. I really do.”

“Alright,” he replied, knowing he still sounded a tad skeptical, “I mean, if you actually wanna know about this stuff, I’ve got some spreadsheets I’ve been using to keep track of that kind of thing, and we can—”

“Baby, if you wanted to talk about spreading sheets, all you had to do was ask,” Ed grinned wickedly, an expression that slowly began to fade as his eyes slid off of Steve’s and onto the opposite wall, probably as he considered how wise a comment that had been to make.

Steve stared at him for a long while.

“Okay,” he finally said, “I’m gonna go put our child down for a nap. If in that time you decide you can be a grownup while we talk about spending a fuck-load of money on property we’ll own and be entirely responsible for, let me know.”

“You got it, man.” 

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