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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter 5

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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It had been a week since your first date with Choso and you were still over the moon, thinking about what an amazing time you had in his company. The entire time, even after he drove you home and dropped you off at your doorstep with another kiss, he had you smiling from ear to ear. It sincerely was the best date you had ever been on, so of course, when Choso told you (more like demanded) there was going to be another date a week later, you had absolutely no problem with complying. In fact, you were thrilled he planned another one so soon.

The two of you didn’t even leave the fair before he told you to be ready the following week at two PM, seeming too impatient to wait until he at least got you home. You weren’t complaining though, it felt great to be courted with such eagerness. It’s what you deserved after dealing with your ex and his lazy-ass date planning. Towards the end of your relationship, he stopped planning dates anyway. You cringed whenever you thought about the fact that you used to beg him to take you places, instead of just sitting in your apartment together, watching TV and fucking all day. Now, you didn’t mind doing just that sometimes, but it came to a point where it felt like he just didn’t care to go out and do things with you.

Choso had been texting you more, sending you both a goodnight and good morning text everyday now, with the occasional texts throughout the day to see what you were up to and inquire on how you were doing. Your face lit up with excitement every time you saw his name pop up on your screen, your heart skipping a beat in exhilaration. Starting something new with someone who actually seemed to put in the effort to take initiative felt incredible. It all felt so exciting and so natural at the same time.

You currently had no idea what you were doing today. Choso didn’t let you in on anything, as a matter of fact, the only thing he told you to do was to wear something cute and yellow. You didn’t mind that he didn’t tell you what you were doing, in fact you kind of loved it. You loved being surprised and considering your last date with Choso, you knew you were in for a good time. You trusted that he would plan something just as exciting as before.

Your heart raced with thrill each time you thought of the complex man who seemed to be giving you a stun as he opened up more. He was letting you in slowly, allowing you to access a hidden side of his personality, his competitive nature coming out and his love for games catching you by surprise. At the time you had no idea what to think of him, and it was something you didn’t expect. It made you feel amazing knowing that he was comfortable enough to show that side of himself to you. He also made you feel safe enough to share things with him, despite his intimidating persona. After learning he was secretly a big nerd, his hardened shell began cracking slowly, and you were happy to see his soft interior, even if it was only a fraction of his personality.

His request (demand) for you to wear yellow prompted you to wear a tight mustard yellow maxi dress that showed off your curves. The weather had been flipping from hot to cold every other week, and luckily the day of your date was supposed to be pretty warm. You loved how the dress’s snug material made your body look, how it clung to all your curves, specifically your ass. You knew it would probably drive Choso wild, which was the plan, anyway. You paired your outfit with a pair of white sandals and a small white shoulder bag as your accessory. You had on gold of course, and your knotless braids were left falling down your back, still looking fresh due to your efforts in taking proper care of it.

You heard a knock at your door and checked the time on your phone, seeing that Choso was on time once again. You appreciated his promptness, him clearing having respect for your time.

You practically skipped to your front door, excited to see the strange, yet exciting man on your doorstep. You opened the door and as expected, there he was. He was matching you, dressed in the same shade of yellow with medium wash jeans for his bottoms. His t-shirt was short sleeved, showcasing his tattooed sleeves and muscular arms. His hair was down today, falling just above his shoulders, and his diamond earrings were shining through his jet black hair.

You felt like you were going to pass out, your body felt hot all over and it felt like you were having a hot flash. Your stomach was twisting, the sight of him made you burn up like you had a fever and you wanted so badly to fan yourself, in fear of sweating your makeup off your face. You didn’t of course, that would be too weird.

He stood there with a comically large sunflower in his hand, staring at you as well, mouth slightly agape. His eyes scanned you up and down, having no shame at all and when his dark pools reached yours, there was nothing but desire in them, with yours surely matching his.

You started to feel self conscious, almost going to cover your body with your hands, afraid he would find a flaw, but you decided against it. Even if you weren’t as confident with Choso’s eyes raking over you (over and over again, at that,) you had to fake it until you made it.

As if he could read your mind, he looked back into your eyes and reassured you, making all your worries disappear. “You look fucking amazing.” The desire in his eyes didn’t go away as he continued, with a straight face, as serious as ever. “You’re glowing in this color, Sunflower.”

There goes that nickname again. Sunflower. It was growing on you.

You finally cleared your throat to speak, realizing you have yet to say a single word to him. “Thank you, Choso. You look really good too.” You told him, honestly. He looked fucking delectable. You wanted to take him inside, keep him all to yourself, and never let him leave.

Kidding.

Maybe.

You grabbed the flower from his hand and smelled it with a sigh, the scent fresh and earthy. You could get used to getting sunflowers from him every week, the plants were growing on you. Your flowers from the previous week were still thriving, as lively as ever.

“You alright?’ He asked, taking you in, with an eyebrow raise as your nose was still in the flower, your sniffles abusing the aroma of the plant. You snapped out of it and nodded, embarrassingly, so engrossed in thinking about flowers that you almost forgot Choso was there.

“You’re a strange one.” He said, giving you a small laugh and grabbed your hand with his soft one. You were the strange one? Yeah, sure.

You rolled your eyes playfully as he began dragging you out of your apartment with the flower still in your hand, careful not to pull you too hard, and waited for you to lock your front door. He led you to the passenger seat of his car and opened the door, waiting for you to take a seat. When you were sitting, he reached over to buckle your seatbelt for you and you felt your heart start to melt at the extremely sweet gesture. As he leaned over, you smelled his familiar aroma, laundry, mint, and that mystery cologne. You had to know what scent that was. You were going to make it a mission to find out. When you heard the click of the belt buckle, he came to face you with a smile on his face. His face was so close to yours that you could see the glow of his skin and the birthmark that stretched across his nose up close. It was so perfect, adding a unique element to his face that you’d never seen before. You gave him a big grin, which made his eyes soften at the sight of you.

He gave your cheek a small and sweet kiss, then lifted himself from you, shutting the door soon after. The feeling of his lips lingered on your skin and you never wanted it to go away. Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were grinning, your cheekbones high with glee.

He hopped in the car soon after and looked at you with a close lipped smile on his face and excitement in his dark orbs. “You ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” You answered, nodding excitedly. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?” You asked, getting impatient. You liked surprises, but now you just wanted to know what you were doing, especially since he showed up at your door with yellow on, as well. There seemed to be a theme to today’s date, but it still gave you zero hints.

He began pulling out your driveway, arm on the back of your seat, a concentrated look on his face as he backed out of your driveway. You waited patiently on his answer, enjoying the view of his biceps flexing in your face while his other hand was on the steering wheel, thick, pale fingers and silver rings gripping lightly.

Your mind somehow drifted to a place you had thought of many nights before. These scenarios consisted of you sitting on Choso’s lap, hands gripped on his broad shoulders as he thrusted those thick digits inside of you with a vigor. His lips would be whispering filthy things in your ear, all while telling you how pretty you were, just as your legs twitched and you came on his-

“We’re going to a sunflower field.” He cut off your dirty thoughts with a smile and you were both grateful and disappointed. That was your favorite daydream these days, with you using your vibrator to bring you to an intense release at the thought of it. You needed to be in the present, though. Especially with the news he just let you in on.

Realization snapped onto your features and that grin you always wore around him returned. Enthusiasm filled your voice, and you didn't hold back. “Cho!” You all but shouted, causing him to jump slightly.

“What, baby? I’m right here, no need to yell.” He laughed and grabbed your hand, soon interlocking fingers with yours. Your cheeks warmed and you squeezed his hand tightly. His hand was soft, large, and warm. The cool rings on his fingers cooled your digits as you were gripping him.

“You’re taking me to a sunflower field?” You asked loudly and you knew you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care. It was such a pleasant shock.

“I am.” He answered, eyes remaining on the road, but you saw the smile on his face, anyway. His dark eyes were twinkling, giving you small looks every now and then, glad to have you so merry at what he planned for the both of you. He was surprising you again with how romantic and slightly cheesy he was.

You loved it.

He brought a single giant sunflower to your house, ordered you to wear yellow to match him, and is now taking you to a sunflower field. How corny.

You adored it.

“Wow…” You responded softer this time, deciding to tease him. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” You smirked and he turned his head to you briefly to give you a bewildered look.

“You just now realized that?” He asked, his cheeks reddening in the process and you narrowed your eyes at his sarcasm, not ignoring the way you obviously just made him blush. “Did winning all the stuffed animals currently renting out my backseat not already prove that?” His tone was playful and you saw a smirk tugging from the side of his lips. You turned to the backseat and saw he was indeed telling the truth. There were a plethora of stuffed animals in the backseat, all sat upright, with Choso Junior directly in the middle.

Oh, right.

The sunflower field was large and seemed never ending. The yellow flowers came in a variety of different sizes, with some reaching the height of Choso and some towering over him. The two of you laughed when he stood head to head with some of the large plants, being surprised at the heights of them all. You never knew they could grow that large to begin with, so seeing how some of them were reaching the heights of ten feet tall, astonished you.

The air smelled crisp and fresh, the plants creating a slightly fragrant aroma around you. The sun was shining down on the blossoming plants, making the view absolutely beautiful. The dirt paths were being lit with its shine, creating a trail of yellow and orange as the two of you walked hand in hand, taking everything in.

Your excitement never faltered as the two of you walked through the field of never-ending sunflowers. It seemed to go on for miles, with you never getting tired. Your hand held his the entire time, his large, warm palm squeezing yours every time you were audibly excited, and when you looked at him, he would have a smile of adoration on his face. It was hard to not notice the way he was looking at you, even when you were dragging him behind you with intense glee. His patience never broke, even when you stopped to gaze at said plants for long periods of time. His eyes would read nothing but joy the entire time, seemingly happy watching you have a good time. He observed you as you stopped and smelled almost every flower in your path and convinced you to pick out as many as you wanted. Everything was being paid for by him, he assured you.

You were looking at a small bush of them in awe when he basically ordered you to get as many as your heart desired. You tried to interject, telling him he already showed up to your house with one, in which he responded, “I would single handedly pick every sunflower grown from this Earth if it meant I got to see you this happy.”

You swore your heart almost dropped out of your ass hearing that sentence fall from his lips. Tears almost welled in your eyes, but you held them back, afraid he would think you’re insane for crying over that. He was just so sweet, you couldn’t help but get emotional. You instead gave him a grateful smile, in which he pulled you towards him by your hand and gave you the quickest peck on the lips, leaving you with sorrow when he pulled away so soon.

You were having such a great time with him again, as expected. You wanted to punch your past self for ditching him at the club that night, but you also knew the time wasn’t right at that moment. You didn’t believe you would be here with Choso, with his jet black hair blowing in the wind, and his dark orbs brightening in the sun, turning to pools of chestnut instead of its usual almost pitch black color. They were warm and inviting, staring at you with admiration and warmth, rather than their usual intensity. You loved the intensity of his eyes, but this was a welcomed change, as well. His pale skin had a red tint to it and you weren't sure if it was from the sun, or something else. Either way, he was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on.

The two of you spent more time at the sunflower field, holding hands and enjoying the view. At some point during the date, Choso began (and wouldn’t stop) taking pictures of you. Everytime you looked up, his cellphone camera was on you. You yelled at him playfully every time he didn’t tell you to pose, claiming he wasn’t getting your angles. He reassured you that every angle of yours was perfect, not forgetting to add a borderline hostile tone to his encouragement, which only made you laugh and feel that familiar twinge in your heart. Choso was definitely a romantic, but he couldn’t help but add a bit of aggression to the mix.

The sun was barely setting and you felt sadness creep up on you. You didn’t want the day to end already. The date today felt shorter and in all honesty, you wanted to spend more time with him. You knew you would see him again soon, the day seemed to go by too fast for your liking. The two of you just pulled in your driveway, and the Weeknd was playing in the background, again.

“Did you have fun?” He asked you, and you turned to look at him, trying to hide your disappointment.

You nodded your head quickly. “I did. Thank you so much for today.” You said in an excited way, maybe too excited. You might have given yourself away.

You seemed to be correct with the way Choso began observing your sudden change in behavior. He tilted his head and a look of concern covered his features. “What's wrong, sunflower? You can tell the truth, did you not have a good time?” He asked you, confused.

You quickly shook your head and reassured him. “God, no! That’s not it. I had an amazing time, it was one of the best times I’ve ever had, don’t worry.” You said way too quickly, but he seemed to understand with the way his face softened. “I’m just sad that the day is ending, is all.” You admitted, looking down at your nails, deciding to just tell the truth so Choso wouldn’t think he did something wrong.

As quickly as you put your head down, his hand was there, lifting your chin up to look at him. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you weren’t expecting him to have a smug smile on his face. You were about to make a smart comment, thinking he was laughing at your sudden neediness, but he pulled you closer, enveloping you in a kiss soon after.

Your full lips seemed to be a perfect match for his. His soft pillows moved against yours in a slow, intense, intoxicating way. His hand moved to your cheek as he deepened the kiss, slowly adding tongue into the equation. He still tasted like mint, and his scent soon entered your nose, making you sigh softly. Your cheeks were burning hot again and your stomach felt that same temperature and intensity, wanting to stay in this moment forever. His lips on yours, your heart filled with emotion, and your mind filled with delirium, lightheaded and lost in the kiss. Your tongues continued moving in sync, and it was suddenly burning up in his car, and you wanted nothing more than to take him into your apartment immediately. Your core was swirling with desire and your panties for sure had a wet spot in them at this point.

You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his, breath heavy and looked to see his dark pools were full of desire and anticipation. He was breathing in your face harshly as you were sure you were doing the same to him when you finally spoke.

“Did you want to come inside?” You asked and it seemed like relief washed over his face as he nodded urgently. Before you even had a chance to respond, his keys were out of the ignition and he was at the passenger side, opening your door and helping you out the car with urgency.

“Choso! My sunflowers!” You pouted as he quickly led you to your front door.

“Fuck the flowers.” He said darkly, seduction laced in his voice. “I’m starving and I want to eat.” Your core burned with desire at his words and retrieved the apartment keys from your purse, unlocking your door with a purpose. You were glad you decided to wear panties today, or else you would be dripping onto your living room floor. Choso’s sudden demeanor change was both scaring you and turning you on.

As soon as you shut your apartment door, you were scooped into Choso’s arms bridal style, causing you to let out a surprised yelp. You looked up at him to already find him staring down at you with hunger in his dark orbs. “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, but it somehow sounded like a command.

You quickly gave him directions and he seemed to have you there in a flash. The door opened with a small kick of his foot and Choso walked to the corner of the room to your made, queen sized bed, placing you gently in the middle. He was soon on top of you, careful not to crush you with his entire weight, lips locking with yours quickly. You kissed him back with urgency, your tongue finding his easily. Your tongues moved in sync as he explored your mouth with ease.

His groin was on top of your clothed pussy and you felt him press against you. The sudden movement caused you to gasp, the small sensation making your thighs stick together, with both sweat and wetness from your core. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you wanted nothing more than to feel his bare cock on you, which was currently rock hard and poking you with each grind of his hips.

Your desire was becoming way too much and you felt like if you didn’t do something about it soon, you were going to lose your mind. The wetness in your underwear was becoming unbearable and you wanted nothing more but to be cleaned up. You needed to feel something, anything. The pit in your stomach was driving you absolutely feral.

You pulled away from the kiss and breathlessly called his name. “Cho…” You whined, as his lips moved down, finding your neck, giving you kisses and sucks that were causing goosebumps to form on your brown skin. You were filled with chills and you were hungry, craving him, needing him. He hummed against your neck as a response, his tongue currently working on the sweet spot of your neck as you tried to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I want you to touch me.” You stuttered, having trouble with words, the simple feel of his lips on was making you tongue tied.

“Touch you where, baby?” He asked as his fingers were rubbing small circles into your hips now, his lips getting dangerously low on your open chest. You felt his growing erection on your leg and it felt like a fucking brick at this point. You couldn’t wait until it was inside you, filling you up, hitting that special spot inside of you, over and over again.

Your back started to arch slightly. “Please…” You whined.

He sat up slightly, lips removing from your body, causing you to let out a disappointed sigh. His dark orbs, full of an intensity that almost gave you a fright, found yours, causing you to moan softly at the sight. So fucking sexy.

His fingers were still rubbing into your hips slowly, softly. “Tell me exactly what you want. I’ll give you anything you want in this world, baby. You just have to ask.” He encouraged you, that look remaining in his eyes, causing your breath to become more shallow. He was causing this reaction just from the way he was looking at you, his eyes burning fires into yours, and yet you couldn’t look away, feeling hypnotized by those dark, haunting orbs of his.

Desire swirled in your stomach and you reached up to touch his face. “Touch me everywhere. Baby, please.” You practically begged him. Your heart was racing at an impossible pace, just wanting him to touch you, to make you feel good, to make your daydream become a reality. You’d never needed something, someone, so badly.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion, a small smile on his lips, obviously in love with the sound of you pleading for him, desperation in your voice. “Everywhere?” His hands lowered ever so slightly, touching the fabric on top of your pussy and your breath hitched in your throat. He seemed to notice your reaction and quickly moved them back up to your hips causing you to let out a louder whine this time, tears welling in your eyes.

He was fucking teasing you. He knew how bad you wanted him, yet he was getting off on you whining and begging for him. It was pissing you off, but at the same time making you wetter by the second. It confused you.

“Choso, touch my fucking pussy!” You finally let out in frustration and he smirked, rubbing his thumbs into your waist harder, causing your face to scrunch in pleasure and pain.

“That’s not very nice now is it, baby?” His smirk left as soon as it came, and amusement was no longer in his voice. His eyes were now fixated on you and the sight of you begging from underneath him was making his cock impossibly hard. You saw it, it was fucking huge in his jeans. Tears began to spill out your eyes as he continued to pester you. Your desire was becoming too much and you needed to release. His lips slowly turned back into that smirk as soon as tears spilled from you, a lustful gaze in his dark eyes.

“Choso, please…” You basically sobbed. “I need you.” His eyes were low as he took you in, desperate for him, and finally seemed satisfied enough.

“Okay, baby, okay.” He said, nodding softly as his lips touched yours once more but he quickly pulled away, beginning to kiss away the salty tears from your face. He then slowly started to move down to your chest, eventually reaching your breasts. He pulled your dress down until it sat on your hips and his breath hitched as he stared at you in delight.

“So beautiful.” He said to you, eyes gluing to yours then quickly to your brown nipples, standing up straight and rock hard, waiting for attention. He wasted no time, not wanting to make you wait any longer.

You moaned softly as his warm tongue swirled around one of your swollen buds, and he played with the other with one of his hands. He squeezed your other nipple lightly with his fingers, causing you to let out a groan, a tingly feeling shooting up your body. It was both pleasurable and painful, the theme for the night, it seemed. Your nipples were extra sensitive, being that they were under the fabric of your dress for so long, aching for attention. With his free hand he slowly started to drag your dress down further, until it landed at your feet, which you quickly kicked off, along with your panties, all in one go. You weren’t waiting any fucking longer if you had a say in this. You needed him. You don’t remember the last time you longed for someone the way you longed for Choso’s touch.

His mouth switched nipples and he showed the same attention to your other breast but was quickly cut off as you were tugging at the bottom of his shirt and he took the hint to pull his shirt off with ease, his arms flexing unintentionally as he removed it. You were faced with a rock hard stomach that included a full six pack of abs and more tattoos on his chest. You were sure you were leaking at the sight of him right now. You thought he only had sleeves, but this man was tatted everywhere. His silver chain was shining as it laid on the tattooed skin of his chest, and you bit your bottom lip, absolutely pleased at the sight of him. He was truly your dream man, in terms of both looks and personality. You were so damn lucky.

It seemed like he was admiring you in the same way you were with him. His lips were parted as he scanned your body. “You are so fucking perfect.” He said in a serious tone, his eyes full of hunger meeting yours, which you were sure were full of the same intensity. You were starving for him, starving to feel him in any way possible. Your pussy was crying for attention at this point, just as you were not too long ago.

Your face got hot at the sudden praise he’d given you. It turned you on to another level hearing compliments and words of approval from Choso and he knew it. He’d known since the night at the carnival, you figured. Your eyes suddenly snapped down to where his cock was currently rock hard in his jeans. It looked like a damn rocket and you were worried about how that was going to fit inside of you if it looked like this while it was constricted.

He seemed to read your mind and reassured you. “You don’t have to worry about that right now. I’m going to focus on you today, baby.” You were slightly disappointed at those words, your face telling on you again. You were both excited and scared, but you wanted, no, needed, to feel his obviously large cock inside of you, filling you up whole.

You opened your mouth to protest but you were suddenly distracted by his lips reattaching to your body, slowly going south. His full, pillow soft lips were leaving wet kisses down your stomach with leisure and you whined in frustration. He was moving too slow, teasing you again. You sat up on your elbows to watch him with your breath caught in the back of your throat. Shivers ran down your entire body in anticipation as his lips eventually landed on top of your pussy, where he continued to leave wet kisses. You needed him lower. You needed to watch as he slurped you up, like he hadn’t had a meal in days. You wanted to see him drenched in your juices, it was a need. His lips traveled to your inner thighs and he began leaving small pecks on them, raising goosebumps all over your entire body.

He was so close to your dripping core, so, so close.

His warm breath was dangerously close to your opening and you let out another whine, lips twisted into a frown. His eyes shot up to yours and you could see him smirking at you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You smell so good too.” His breath was heating you up, the wetness of your pussy now becoming full blown drips down your leg. The moistness of his breath caused a shiver to go down your body, causing your hips to jolt slightly.

“Choso…” You whined his name again, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to pour out, again. He was teasing the shit out of you, once more. And once again, it was driving you crazy and turning you on at the same time.

His eyes had a glimmer in them, clearly enjoying this. He seemed to have a sudden hunger in his eyes and needed no further encouragement. His tongue plunged into your pussy, licking up your slit slowly, finding your clit almost immediately. You moaned out in surprise and he moaned back, using your name with a curse, causing a vibration to come from his already vigorously working tongue. He was giving you what you wanted, finally, after making you cry and whimper, and it was oh so worth it.

His tongue seemed to never slow down, never giving you a break, working you like a vibrator never could and you were losing your fucking mind. Your back was arching and Choso held his hands tightly on your hips to keep in control. That pit in your stomach was becoming undone slowly, but surely, causing you to try to rock your lower body on his face, and he granted your wish, his hands loosening their grip on your waist. You gasped as you began rubbing your cunt on his face, and he was below you, kneeling like he was at an alter, worshiping your pussy and lapping you up greedily, as if he were malnourished.

Your breathing was getting ragged just as you felt a very thick finger at your entrance. He plunged it into you, the juices of your drenched pussy making sloshing noises as he started to move his finger in and out, incredibly slow, watching you from below, knowing he was the cause of your undoing, wanting to drag this out. It seemed to motivate him, causing him to add another and switch his movements to curve his digits deeply inside of you, prompting you to pant heavily as he stretched you out with ease. He was hitting your g-spot with expertise and you suddenly felt dizzy, breathless. Your mind was going blank as his tongue was still on your sensitive bud, moving dangerously fast, and his thick digits continued hitting that spot over and over again, faster this time.

His dark eyes met yours again and groaned into you at the sight of you falling apart because of him. Your eyes locked onto his, tears brimming yours once again and you knew your face was twisted as you let out a sob. You were so close to the finish line, feeling that knot in your stomach build and that lightheadedness returning. Your legs began locking up on his shoulders and you were grabbing onto his dark locks, needing something, anything to hold on to as you felt yourself nearing the end. He seemed to notice you were close and lifted his mouth from your cunt, causing you to let out a pant and a whine.

The bottom half of his face was covered in a mixture of your juices and his saliva, with some of it currently dripping down his chin. He was staring at you with a slightly opened mouth and dazed eyes, looking absolutely pussy drunk and you audibly moaned at the sight before you. You swore you were going to cum just by looking at him intoxicated off of you, face covered with your essence. Your blood was rushing to your head, giving you that familiar build up again as his fingers were still hitting that spot deep inside of you with a purpose, your soft walls tightening around his thick, long digits, getting you closer by the second.

“Need those pretty eyes on me while you cum. You hear me?” He demanded you with a tone of authority, his warm breath on your core, forcing you to do nothing but nod, unable to speak anyway, needing to cum right fucking now. You were feeling that tingle in your stomach, a warning that you didn’t have much longer until you released right onto his pretty face. His swollen, wet lips then reattached to your sensitive bundle of nerves, using sucking sensations this time and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your eyes remained on his as promised, and it all started to become too much.

His fingers were hitting your g-spot, your clit was being abused, and his dark eyes were burning fire into yours. Your thighs were tight around his head, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to take it as encouragement as he continued attacking your pink button, wanting to complete his mission. Tears were now streaming down your face at a rapid pace as your breathing became ragged once again, finally seeing those stars you craved so badly. The feeling of relief washed over your entire body as you came all over his beautiful face with a rock of your hips, your body shaking and your moans loud enough to be heard on the street.

He lapped up your juices slowly, still looking into your eyes with seduction and you winced from the overstimulation. He eventually released you, seeing your body twitch, and kissed up your body slowly until he reached your lips. They landed on yours and you tasted yourself as his tongue entered your mouth.

“You did so good, baby.” He wiped your tears with his soft hands, then began giving you small pecks all over your face. You smiled widely at the praise. “My good girl…”

He then rolled off your body, but stayed close and pulled you towards him with ease. He then pulled the sheet on your bed up to cover the two of you (mostly you.) You rested your head on his chest and he kissed your forehead causing you to smile into his hard pecs. His free hand grabbed yours and you lifted your head to look at him.

The bottom half of his face was still wet with your juices and you smirked at the sight of him. You wiped your hand down his face softly to clean him up and his eyes looked at you with adoration. “Do you want me to help you?” You asked, looking down at his very obvious erection that showed through the sheet and he gave you a small smirk back.

He shook his head. “I told you, today was all about making you feel good.” He pulled your head down to his bare chest again, not explaining himself any further. You wrapped your leg around his waist, too exhausted to argue with him on the issue.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and you felt his fingertips run up and down your back. He was so warm, your own personal heater. You fell into a deep slumber shortly after.

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biboomerangboi · 2 months

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This is absolutely nothing to do with the Netflix show I haven’t even watched that thing but I’m once again thinking about Sokka and Sokkas Master again and going insane.

Especially with how Sokka was never supposed to be a warrior. Like fundamentally he’s just not built for that kind of life. He was born into war and has been basically been told and trained to believe that one day he is going to die for his tribe and especially for his sister and that’s his destiny and he’s like okay that’s my job that’s what I do and everyone in the tribe knows this and sees this as my role as I am the only man left. (I sincerely doubt a bunch of woman and old people were actually looking at this kid as the last warrior seriously until he went to fight the fire nation BY HIMSELF but that’s not the point, the point is he was doing it)

But but the thing about Sokka is he’s not a fighter, he’s a scholar to his core. He doesn’t win hand to hand against Zuko but he does get a hit in with his boomerang that takes an insane amount of math to do perfectly and even though he loses the fight we realise already that Sokka is coming at this war from a different angle that anyone else is.

Like Sokka knows when he joins Aang he doesn’t have as much to bring to the team, he basically assigns himself the role of provider and bodyguard and is now willing to die for both of them because they are two of the most important people in the world and he could have been cynical the entire time. He was prepared to be cynical. Until he goes to Kyoshi gets his shit rocked by a girl and is like oh damn there’s different ways to go about fighting and war and I actually don’t know a lot of it can you super pretty warrior lady teach me your ways and from that moment on Sokka becomes a student.

He gets the mark of the wise with Bato, he figures out how to get Katara on that prison ship and that the fortune teller is a hoax and gets the water bending scroll all through thinking things through not fighting them head on. He invents the fricken war ballon and it’s so clear that all his thinking is now coming at things from an angle no one expects which is so perfect for this war in particular considering it’s been basically a slow tug of war between the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation for decades. He’s looking at these things and he’s like hey I’m not a bender but I do know how benders think and how a lot of people think because I’m trying to figure out how the world works. Like by the time he gets to North he isn’t as great with the weapons because again HES NOT A FIGHTER AT HEART but he is a thinker and he points out all the holes in the Norths strategy with full confidence.

Like in book 2 all his thoughts are about winning and out thinking the enemy. He learns about the library and gets so genuine excited about it but he can’t be a true nerd cause of his responsibilities but he basically plans a way to win the war, learns haikus, try’s art, gets into wrestling and learns so much about other cultures and skills he’s always thinking and winning and no longer doing things on impulse.

But of course he still feels insecure about that and doesn’t see his brain as his true weapon because he was supposed to be the warrior. That’s his role.

So he goes to Piandao who sees all of that and sees how Sokka is so so smart and eager to learn and think in ways that no one expects and he nurtures that. He teaches him art and calligraphy and gives him a Jian! He gives Sokka a Jian "The Gentleman of Weapons" not Dao even though Dao are made for soilders and Jian are for scholars, nobels and people who have time for proper sword craft. (Not to mention the fact they are primarily used for Tai Chi which is also the base for water bending which is just a detail I love). Like the Jian is a sword for scholars it’s for scholars!!!

Sokkas a thinker not a fighter and that’s so amazing to me.

Like he starts as the boy that took on a fire nation ship by himself then ends the series as the guy who’s strategies won the war, a trusted advisor for basically anyone of importance because they know he’s smart and are willing to listen to his ideas and with such a happy future for him to grow without the weight of having to be a fighter weighing him down cause that’s not who he’s supposed to be.

#I love Piandao #me and the Sokka girlies are all stanning Piandao #atla #sokka #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the legend of aang #atla sokka #Sokka meta #zee rambles #I’m researching swords for my tgcf fic and got emotional about my boy

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choicesficwriterscreations · 5 months

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December Creator of the Month: Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd

Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this month’s creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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Ascindio

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds 😅🤦

I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two books

3- How did you pick your blog name?

I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say, “Oh, so you're a nerd.” 😂 Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

This is the first Choices related post I made 😂 I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr “fly on eagles to mordor?” *30 diamonds* or “simply walk”) but got lazy lol

5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both?

Only art. God, I WISH I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing.

6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?

For Choices, since early 2022

For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18

7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?

Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming.

Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.

8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.

This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared

And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in.

9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created?

My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece.

10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?

I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn

And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out

11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?

I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile.

12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.

There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly.

It's from Wise Man's Fear

“These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.”

13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?

I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy 😂

14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, “now it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!” )

15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first?

I would, and have. I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr 😂)

16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?

Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions.

Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.

Audra Auclair

Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses

f3lc4t

The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.

Miho Hirano

Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieve

17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about?

JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.

Definitely this one.

So this is love.

This little comic means a lot to me.

18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art?

Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.

20- What other hobbies do you have?

Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it 🤷

21 - What’s your favorite emoji?

🙇

22: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I really wanted to say that I don't believe in “good” art and “bad” art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, “I am feeling shit about my art” and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. 💗💗💗💗

#choices fic writers creations #playchoices #choices stories you play #cfwc creator of the month #oh-so-youre-a-nerd #choices fanart #playchoices fanart #december creator of the month

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first stream: your perfect doll!

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

dom trans! streamer! scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader (no pronouns used for reader but mention of boobs for both parties)

SUMMARY = kunihiko is about to make his debut as scaramouche! hope everything goes well!

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! smut, use of the word “cunt”, recording, thigh riding, hint of self-harm, scara has nipple and navel piercings, scaramouche is called kunihiko in this au, ooc scaramouche

W/C = 2k

A/N = thank you to my wonderful beta readers @boba-is-a-soup, @saikiscleansink and @artiepooh for giving me advice for this fic! Also!! Reminder there is a poll at the end that will determine the content of the next chapter!

“Good day everyone,” She says with a polite smile, hands clasped right in front of her, reminiscent of that aristocratic princess trope you see all over anime. “My name is a 06ScaraBalladeer but I’m known as Scara.”

She’s perfect. Just the way you envisioned her. Her long, straightened hair sweeps over her shoulders, the pristine appearance matching with her raven black and mulberry dress. Your eyes drift to the subtle rose in her cheeks, complementing her porcelain face and her innocuous smile. With a girl as endearing as her, it’s easy to be enraptured. The chat is already filling with comments. Good things, fortunately. Calling her cute, complimenting her gothic lolita style and princessly demeanour.

“This pretty doll has awakened, been blessed with life to walk among the mortal folk. Rejoice, for I shall purify your tainted hearts!” Scara raises her arms for dramatic effect, pausing for a moment before covering her mouth with her sleeve and giggling. “Or something like that. I saw a friend of a friend do something similar and I wanted to try it out.”

Drama; it serves as an effective juxtaposition to a modest face. It keeps viewers on their toes, riling them up with excitement.

Scara crosses her legs, returning her hands to her lap. “Now you may be wondering, why is a weak and frail doll like me on this wretched realm called the internet? You see…I couldn’t help but be curious of what lies in this nerd haven. But now I see…” She crosses her arms, furrowing her eyebrows. “You all need to be punished! Punished really thoroughly!”

Jeez, it’s only her debut and her chat is already filled with thirsty masochists.

“But it’s okay, I know you all need love too. And who better to give you both than me: the prettiest, most adorable doll in the universe?” she giggles. “I want to spread my love and punishment to as many people in the world. Which is why you all need to subscribe to me so we can all have tons of fun together. One day, I’ll see a million of you with me, and that’s a promise! I have a lot to learn but I hope to meet you all!”

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As soon as the livestream ends, you switch off your phone and walk to the bedroom. The door is left open and no one is in sight, though the sound of running water gives you enough of a hint to where he’s gone. The PC is still on, its screen set to the Twitter front page. You make yourself comfortable on the chair before scrolling through the page. You lift your head upon hearing the sound of the door shutting behind you.

“Fuck, I’m shaking.” A masculine voice speaks up. “Scara finally debuted after we spent so long mulling over her. Ha, I knew keeping my trashy lolita outfits would come in handy.” He smirks as he wipes his wet face clean with a towel.

His sharp voice contrasts the sweet feminine tone of the streamer. Short indigo hair instead of Scara’s long lavender locks. Without the identical black and mulberry dress, even you wouldn’t have guessed that your boyfriend Kunihiko leads a double life as Scara.

“Your tweet received a lot of likes and retweets too,” you point out as you scroll down the timeline. “We’ve reached one thousand subscribers.”

He frowns. “It’s not enough,” Kunihiko mutters bitterly as he adjusts the long, purple wig on the mannequin head. “I want more people to fawn over– no, to worship me. I need one million of them by the end of this month…or else…”

He mumbles the rest under his breath. You tilt your head, worry starting to cloud your brain upon noticing his darkening gaze. It vanishes as soon as you notice it, replaced by a devious glimmer.

“And you,” He slams his palms on either side of the chair. Indigo hues exude seduction, inviting you in with the sweet yet musky scent of his cologne. He speaks in a whisper; his warm breath fanning your face as he draws out his words. “You’ll get me there…right? You’ll make Scara the biggest streamer in the world. Won’t you, my perfect producer?”

Enchanted, you cup his cheeks, your words coming out in a trance. “Of course. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Good.” Kunihiko presses his lips against yours, guiding you to the bed. “It’s too early to sleep so let’s celebrate my debut.”

“How so?”

Kunihiko laughs as he undoes the corset of his black dress. “Oh, (Name). If you have time to act coy, you have time to take off those shorts."

At first, you couldn’t move. You stare. Only stare even as the heat rushes to your face and brain, watching him peel off each layer. Little by little, he reveals more and more of his porcelain skin. Your eyes diverge from the dried lines on his thighs to the navel piercing on his belly, the near purity of his fair body an irony, knowing the debauchery you both have and are about to commit. Your breathing ceases when he unclasps his bra, the shimmer of the silver jewellery sending your mind further into disarray.

“God, I love it when you look at me like that. I hate it as much as I love it, but I hate it more when you’re being so fucking slow.”

It’s only then do you process his order, sliding off your shorts and drifting your fingers to your pussy. The moment he tosses aside his last piece of clothing, Kunihiko pounces on you like a predator cornering his prey, immediately burrowing his face into you like a starved animal. The rough contact of his nose rubbing against your clit and his tongue moving up and down your slit forces you to curl into yourself. Your legs wrap around his neck as you moan and beg for more, only for him to stop all of sudden. His expression twists to a scampish one, eyes lifting to meet your baffled expression.

“Did you think I was going to eat you out?” Kunihiko repositions himself behind you, his arms scooping you by the inner side of your knees to keep your legs open. “I don’t mind, but didn’t you promise me something else?”

You hold your breath, feeling a lithe finger ghosting down your body. “Y-yes, Kuni. I got too excited.”

“Hm I see you’re very excited. Look," Kunihiko circles his finger around your clit, pressing on the little nub. "It's sooo swollen. You're making me jealous."

The scent of sandalwood and cherries permeates your nose, the strong yet gentle fragrance blinding your senses. His touch steals your breath away, left behind only a hungry wail as you slur your next word out. “Jealous?"

Wetness touches your ear, and you flinch. The cold metal of his nipple piercings grazes your back as he rubs his chest against you. In a split second, his finger enters your hole, eliciting a gasp out of you as he mercilessly fucks your soaked pussy.

“Jealous because you're being touched so intimately.” Kunihiko's arms trap you and you’re left squirming in his grasp as he gropes your tits and nibbles on your ear. “But it's fine, you can repay me later. I don't give a damn about getting off as long as you're telling me how good I'm making you feel."

Despite his vulgar words, his tone conveys nonchalance, like this is routine for him – well, technically it is — like he isn’t knuckle deep inside his lover’s cunt. In comparison, you have to withhold a meek whine when he inserts a second finger into your hole, stretching your thin walls through a scissoring motion.

"Fuck (Name), get my phone."

Hazily, you stretch over the bed to pick it up, intuitively flipping the camera around and pressing record. "H-haah…Kuni," You position the phone to your entrance, getting it close enough to pick up the sloppy noises before trailing the device up your body and back above your head again. "Kuni, it feels sooo good…Kuni is fucking me so well! I lo— a-ah!"

Your voice dies into helpless moans when your boyfriend slips a third finger, aggressively pumping them in and out of you. "Go on, move your hips against me. Tell the camera who's making you feel this good."

"Kuni! Kuni, Kuni, Kuni!" you scream his name, a glob of drool rolling down your chin down your neck past the valley of your breasts. "I'm Kuni's slut! I looove getting fucked by Kuni! I want to cum all over Kuni's fin— aaaah!"

In the midst of pleasure, you don’t pay attention to the phone sliding out of your grasp. Kunihiko thankfully notices it, grabbing your hand to keep it steady and moving it back down to your cunt. With his other hand, he spreads your lips open just in time for the camera to catch you squirting all over the bedsheets. He rubs the juices into your pussy even as your thighs continue to twitch, your eyes following his hand moving the phone to your face. Without giving you a moment to calm down, he stuffs his drenched digits into your mouth, forcing you to lick it up.

"Get your boobs in view," he orders, pushing your wrist back. "Smile for the camera.”

Kunihiko ends the recording and takes a couple more photos at several different angles. He grins in satisfaction before his lips morph into a frown at the mess. "Ugh, should have made you cum on the floor instead." Kunihiko lies on the bed as he swipes through the photos. "This shit is kinda hot though. If we set up an OnlyFans for you we'll probably get rich."

“You said you don’t want me to sell my body online.”

“Yeah, and you know why,” he scoffs. “You’re the normie out of the two of us. If you become a degenerate then we won’t be able to continue living in this god-forsaken society.”

“Shall I clear the bedsheets or do you want me to touch you first?”

He thinks for a moment before getting off the bed and dragging the gaming chair to the mirror. “Deal with it later. I want to ride your thigh.”

You frown but move to sit on the chair. “I’ll have to clean this up later too.”

“The pictures are worth it.” Kunihiko splays his legs before sinking onto your thigh, wasting no time in moving. “You know, (Name), you’re lucky you’re both cute and useful. Not just your body, I mean you as a whole.”

His searing heat burns your skin, staining it with his fluids. His mouth falls open, chest heaving with steady pants as he ruts against your thigh. Red blooms across his cheeks, his expression contrasting his actions when he turns the phone to the mirror and taps the record button. He captures your chin and shoves his tongue inside your mouth, shutting his eyes as he moans for dramatic effect. “Fuck, (Name)...I fuckin’ love you so damn much.”

Your heart races at his words. Your body shivers as his hands trace your body, holding onto you as if you would run away if he let go. Magnetised, you nibble on his bottom lip as you push his slender body against yours. “I love you too, Kuni.”

He stops the recording and you both part to gaze into each other's eyes. Deep indigo irises declare a yearning, a satisfaction, a fondness. An attachment. His smile displays euphoria comparable to being drugged as he tosses away his phone to focus on planting kisses all over your face. You hold him and whisper affirmations into his ear while he keens into your touch.

“(Name), you won’t leave me.”

“I would never.”

He laughs dryly. “Yeah. Of course you won’t.”

You open your mouth. Upon seeing his resentful expression, you close it again. You let him continue to roll his hips against your thigh, letting him find pleasure in your body.

“Oh yeah, some people sent me superchat money. What should I use it for?”

[Your answer]

#genshin impact x reader smut #genshin x reader smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #genshin scaramouche smut #needy streamer overload au #needy girl overdose au #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sucker series

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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loveisland!universe introductions

so we have all the characters from the actual current tv show too, but with the addition of y/n and harry. meet them below:

POV: Gwen and Aria watching from home

Y/N

“Hi i’m Y/N and i’m a 24 year old art therapist from North Yorkshire.”

Their tape played with them posing at various different angles for the camera. This was their segment of film before they walked into the villa for the first time.

“My friends would describe as quite shy but smiley. I enjoy the company of a good book rather than a night out.”

“Omg me!” Gwen laughed.

“So you. I like that Y/Ns a book nerd. I think they need some more down-to-earth people on this show.” Aria added.

“Agreed.”

“My favourite thing about this show is the free vacation, oh and that I might find love!”

The swimsuit they were sporting showed off their figure beautifully. They clearly felt very confident in their outfit and that was made clear by the pretty smile adorned on their face.

“I’ve only ever had one previous relationship. Didn’t end too well, so I’m here to show myself that I’m worth more than what my previous relationship left me thinking I was.”

“Damn. I like them. I like Y/N a lot already, y’know?” Aria said, nodding her head as her and Gwen continued watching your introduction.

“She is so fucking hot too.” Gwen commented.

“And clearly has a heart of gold.”

“My type changes day-to-day. I do love a handsome brunette. Blondes are a red-flag for me. Sorry! Oh and taller than me, please.”

“I honestly want Y/N to win already!” Aria laughed.

“I feel like they will, you know.”

“I love that bikini they’re wearing too.”

“I swear i’ve seen that before? Gwen asked.

“I think it’s from that national vintage store? I saw it on the Love Island story before.”

“Oh that’s so cool.”

“I’m so excited to get into the villa and to get a tan again.”

“Yeah. Definitely my favourite girl.”

Harry

“Hello i’m Harry and i’m 27 years old. I live in Manchester and i’m a café co-owner in my local area”

Harry’s tape came up next as it was his turn to be introduced to the villa.

Both Aria and Gwen turned to face each other at the same time, jaws dropped with how beautiful the man on the screen was. Brunette, gorgeously tanned and many tattoos to show.

“Omg he’s gorgeous!” Aria gawked at the TV screen.

“Holy shit!” Gwen laughed at how this man could even exist.

“In my free time I love going to pub quizzes with my friends and visiting m’mum. Definitely a mummy’s boy!” Harry laughed and it sent the two girls giggling too.

“He’s definitely my favourite guy.”

“Oh for suuure!”

“I’ve had two serious relationships before. I would say i’m the kind of guy to take m’girlfriend on dates to the museum or vintage shops.”

“Fuck he’d be so perfect with Y/N.”

“Oh my god no shut up. You’re so right.”

“Like Y/N can read him books whilst they find a quiet corner of a museum to be with each other.”

“Girl, you read too many romance books…”

“And what?”

“My type would be just someone caring and has a pretty smile. I genuinely am not too fussed on looks. I am an ass guy though…”

“He’s so real!” Gwen laughed.

“He’s so perfect for Y/N.” Aria mentioned and Gwen nodded.

“I’m looking forward to get into the villa and hopefully find someone who’ll match how badly I would like to love someone.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #finelinevogue #harry blurb #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #finelinevogueloveisland #loveisland!harry #love island harry styles blurbs

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q-gorgeous · 8 months

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What Will It Be?

ao3

fanfiction

some art i drew for this fic. credit for the idea goes to berry kjjbhgf

wooooo :D this is my newest longest fic. very excited for this

prompt (way back from phic phight): Dash sees something he shouldn't have and ends up making a deal. @kinglazrus

Dash watches as the GIW kidnap Danny. They make a deal with him to keep him silent but he is wracked with guilt. What will it take for him to spill this secret?

hehehehehe

Dash walked into the front doors of the school. Today would be a good day. It was Thursday, which meant it was almost Friday, which meant it was almost the weekend. He just had to get through these next two days. He was looking forward to relaxing this weekend. He’d been so busy lately.

He looked up and down the hallway and smiled when he saw someone standing by their locker.

“Hey, Fentonowski!”

Dash strode over to where Danny and his friends stood by his locker.

Danny looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Dash.”

“What are you nerds up to?” Dash leaned forward to look inside Danny’s locker and only got a glimpse of a Fenton thermos sitting inside it before Danny shut the locker in his face.

“What?” Dash looked down at him. “Got secrets to hide in there or something?”

“Maybe I have a stash of pictures of every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.” Danny smiled up at him.

“You better watch yourself, you’ll get what’s coming to you one of these days.”

Danny looked up at Dash with a glint in his eyes. “Oh yeah, what are you going to do?”

“Barf.” Sam faked a gag. “Get a room.”

Danny’s face turned red. “We don’t need a room, Sam. Why would we need a room?”

“You should see what your guy’s faces look like.” Sam rolled her eyes. “Maybe then you would finally believe me when I say-”

“Okay, well, bye Dash. We’re leaving for class!”

Dash watched as Danny pushed Sam away from him and Tucker snickered at their antics. Sam was still rolling her eyes but she finally turned around to walk beside Danny instead of being pushed along in front of him.

He turned and walked to his own locker. Normally he would go straight to his first class without stopping by his locker, but today he had two textbooks in his backpack and he did not want to be lugging them both all over the place.

“Boo!” Kwan appeared behind Dash, clapping his hands on his shoulders. Dash jumped and spun around and was ready to bolt before he realized it was Kwan.

“Hey! I almost thought you were a ghost!” Dash pulled Kwan into a headlock and gave him a couple noogies. “One of these days you’re gonna get punched by going around and saying boo to scare people.”

“Aw, come on. Most people aren’t scared much by it anyways.” Kwan smiled at him. “The only ghost that says boo is the box ghost and nobody’s afraid of him anymore.”

“Speak for yourself.” Dash shut his locker door. “You don’t have a bunch of funko pops that he’s always trying to take out of their boxes.”

Kwan turned and started walking toward their first class. “Oh no, what ever will your toys do without their boxes?”

Dash wildly gestured with his hands, shooting Kwan a look. “They’re not toys! They’re collectible figures and they’re not worth as much if they’re taken out of their boxes!”

Kwan laughed at him. “Okay, okay. You win.” He shot a look at Dash. “Have you told him yet?”

“What?” Dash gave him a confused look.

“Danny.”

“Oh.” Dash shook his head. “No. I think Manson has been trying to tell him herself but he doesn’t want to hear it.” Dash frowned. “It makes me wonder if I should even tell him. If he doesn’t want to hear it from her, why would he want to hear it from me?”

Kwan shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re the one with the feelings. It’ll probably mean more coming from the person who has the feelings.”

“I guess.” Dash sighed. “What if he doesn’t feel the same way though?”

“Then you at least told him. You’ll never know if you never say anything. Besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Everyone sees the way he looks at you. It’s only a matter of time. People have bets going around on how long it’ll take you guys to confess to each other.”

“What? Who?”

Kwan made a zipping motion over his mouth. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

Dash snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’m now led to believe you’re the one running everything then.”

“What? No! It’s Tucker!”

“Of course it is.” Dash rolled his eyes. “Why is there a betting pool anyways?”

“The same reason there was a betting pool when Sam and Danny had goo goo eyes for each other. It’s funny.”

“It’s not so funny when you’re on the other end of it.” Dash grumbled, hunching his shoulders up towards his ears.

“Lighten up, man.” Kwan clapped him on the back. “Everything’ll work out, you’ll see.”

They stopped in front of Dash’s classroom. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know I am.” Kwan nudged Dash’s shoulder. He nudged Kwan back and then headed into their classroom.

Maybe it would be easier if he just never said anything about his feelings to Danny. What did it matter if his heart swelled at just the thought of him? He could go his whole life without saying anything.

He sat down right as the bell rang and Mr. Lancer cleared his throat.

“Today we’ll be starting our unit on Shakepearean dramas. Shakespeare has many well known plays, such as Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth. These are both tragedies.”

Paulina raised her hand. “What’s a tragedy?”

“A tragedy is a play that deals with tragic events, such as suffering, catastrophes, or death. They have unhappy endings and they follow the downfall of the main character.”

Lancer turned to face the chalkboard and started writing the definition on it.

He remembered when they went over Romeo and Juliet as freshmen. It was a love story doomed to fail. Two kids from rival families that fell in love. They’d rather be dead than be without the other.

Dash just had to pray he wasn’t living in a tragedy. That his love wasn’t doomed to fail.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #dash baxter #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #kwan #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #phic #swagger bishie

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mitochondriaandbunnies · 9 months

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Miami Vice S1E14: Golden Triangle, Part 1

A rash of violence against sex workers raises Castillo's suspicions.

And we learn that Castillo is... I don't know? A martial arts wizard?? We'll later learn he is also a fucking samurai, but this is really the first "let's give Castillo depth" episode, and they really fucking go for it

An absolutely useless bit of trivia: some of the opening credits in this episode are in the wrong font.

This is not the Miami Vice font. It switches back to the Miami Vice font like two names later.

Love Castillo downing a cafecito from what is absolutely not a heat-safe plastic glass, and Rico and Sonny following him as he walks away like he's a beautiful girl in a bikini

Also love that Crockett's "nerd" disguise involves going over dot matrix printouts by hand by the pool. A normal vacation activity. Love less that he is just blatantly doing an entrapment.

When Sonny and Rico take Candy in, we cut to a currently-in-progress conversation in which she asks Sonny, "well, am I right or what?" Then pauses, while neither Sonny or Rico look her in the eye, but they both smile in the most hollow and awkward way possible, and then Candy nods and says, "Yeah, I'm right." I really want to know what she thinks she's right about that both Sonny and Rico basically are like 'please stop talking' about.

Candy is great-- she's very savvy about the police (and rightly does not trust them), very intense, and has no issues telling Sonny off.

Rico finds all of this hilarious.

The drug dealer who wants a safety deposit box is John Snyder, who will always be "extremely annoying Joey in the Mafia Wars arc of Wiseguy" to me, except that recently Dan and I watched an episode of Star Trek in which he was a eugenicist from the eugenicist planet. Man sure plays some roles. He's also apparently a long-time anime voice actor??

Sonny complains about the system being broken and Tubbs kind of sighs and says "the system. Want a cold one?" #1 reason Tubbs isn't as broken by the end of the show is that he comes in from day one knowing that Everything Sucks Forever, while Crockett takes it personally every single time

Alligator Nail Filing

Alligator

Nail

Filing

"We're getting too good at playing bad guys" sure is the understatement of the whole series

It's not actually clear until around the 3/4 mark that this is the first Castillo Episode, but he makes a wonderful little suspicious face when Sonny starts telling him about Szarbo-- he knows something is amiss.

There's an exchange with the cop who has been working part time as a pimp where Sonny no-true-Scotsmans him-- he states that the man isn't a "real" cop for what he's done. I think Sonny still genuinely believes this at this point in the series. He will not by the end.

Castillo finds out that one of the dead people is Thai and just absolutely flips out and is like I NEED TO SEE THE CORPSE. I get what the actual intention here is-- that Castillo has put together enough things about the case based on similarities to things that happened during his own years in Thailand-- but we don't know that yet as an audience, so it just kind of seems like Castillo is totally paranoid and thinks any deceased person of Thai descent MUST be involved in crime, which is not a good look.

I adore the sequence in which it is implied Tubbs and Castillo go to like eight Thai restaurants together, partially because I appreciate when they work together, and partially because I love seeing restaurants from bygone days.

To the tune of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Awkward dinner naked waiter

Marty n' Rico having supper

It is awkward!

(but seriously why does that waiter not have a shirt)

And we learn, finally, that Castillo is a master of every martial art, as he gets in a wild action movie fist fight with the naked waiter in the parking lot. It's stupid and fantastic in equal measures, and we'll learn even more about Castillo's exciting fisticuffs adventures next time.

#miami vice #miami vice s1 #s1e14 #golden triangle #sonny crockett #rico tubbs #martin castillo #my gifs

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its-been-rose · 18 days

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May I ask who your headcannon couples are(or like who you think can work together?) and what trope they all are? AHHHHHHH I very much love your art btw!

Okay so I’m going to assume you’re referring to my Killer Frequency headcanons because I’m a KF blog so here goes

Also THANK YOU!! That means so much!!! I really do appreciate the support!

My headcanon couples range from practically canon to lmao what if.

The first couple is Marie and George. Yes, they’re canon, but lemme explain my headcanons for their dynamic. So basically they were originally the jock x nerd stereotype, but instead of Marie being that quiet geeky stereotype, Marie was excitable, energetic and peppy. George was quite shy around most other people except for people he knew, and really came out of his shell around her (and also around Jason whom he knew well). She was big into theater and suggested he try out for the play and he did and he found out he loved it so they just became a pair of little geeks in love doing everything together and not caring what other people were doing. But he still loved sports obviously and we all know how that ended up.

Next down is Leslie x Sara (the Deputy). Y’all you cannot tell me they do not have a thing. The way Leslie got flustered when she got caught calling Sara by her first name—— aaaaaaaaa. Ok so I think their dynamic would be like they’d both try to act super cool and professional but would just end up flirting constantly at work like a bunch of idiots lol. They’d each try to impress the other and they’d find it super cute.

Further down in the lmao what if category we’ve got Forrest and Sandra. This is only here because I thought the scene of Forrest aggressively trying to slide into Sandra’s DMs was HILARIOUS and they’re both older and I think they deserve each other lmao. Their dynamic would be like Forrest is the black cat and Sandra is the golden retriever. She needs someone to chill her out and he needs someone to put some fun in his life that’s NOT just sarcastically quipping at everything lol.

Next down is Eugene and Carrie. I don’t really have much evidence for this except for the fact that they both got hunted and maybe could like bond over their experiences lol. Idk I just think Eugene deserves a nice girl who will give him the time of day, and Carrie deserves a nice boy who won’t prank her (or go along with said prank) and will treat her RIGHT.

Other than that uhhhh maybe like Peggy and Ricky??? Maybe??? I don’t really see much of a romance there but like at least platonically they’d DEFINITELY be buddies. Also the age gap is a little big but also they’re both well into adulthood and it’s not CRAZY big like Forrest and Peggy would be and also there’s no power imbalance cuz they’re both kinda doing their own thing. Idk. Would Max like a step mom?

Feel free to chime in with your headcanons or pairings either anonymously in the asks or in the comments and we can chat about it lollll

#killer frequency #ask me anything #shipping discourse

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 8 months

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pretty young thing

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

summary : you've always been so cheery and very joyful person, you also made everyone's day, there's one person you want to loosen up, Eddie Munson, you might be the reason that his life will change forever

word count : I'm trying not to make my short fics not too long 😩

warnings : 18+ Shy!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, Eddie and reader are both 19, use of Y/N, Eddie and reader will having nicknames by the characters from Audrey Hepburn's films, reader will be unaware, oblivious to her own feelings, yeah I think that's just about it yep :))

what to expect : friends to lovers, fluff, happy ending hehe

note to reader : EDDIE & READER are both NERDS in FILMS AND MUSIC! like literally everything about pop culture, cute lil' fic, I hope you enjoy 🫶🏻 UPSIDE DOWN & VECNA DON'T EXIST HERE!

author note : LONG LIVE THE KING‼️ since it's the king's birthday month I decided to make my ideas into a reality now 💜✨

"Y/N! come on! we're gonna be late!" Max shouts at your doorstep, arms crossed, her foot keep patting repeatedly on the ground surface

You can feel her getting impatient so you speeding up as fast you as you could

She moves her sleeves up to check on her watch and it's 7:15am, she groans and begins to pace around at your front porch

Class starts at 7:30am

She doesn't want to be a part of community service again for a damn week because of tardiness

"In a minute!" you check yourself one last time on the mirror and you locked up the house and you put the keys on your pocket

she sighs of relief, while going down at the stairs

You don't even understand why you became bestfriends in the first place, both of you are the exact opposite

You're a joyful person and Max is.... well... Mad Max

You immediately lock your arms around her forearm and you say sweetly "I'm sorry, Max won't happen again, I promise"

She rolls her eyes "you know, I can't stay mad at you"

She finally smiles at you and you giggled

"Ah- there she is! My bestie!" You bounce up and down in excitement and she goes back again to her formal self

"Oh please!" She sneers, you both go up at the school bus sitting next to each other

Later in Art Class

"I have already decided the pairings for the whole class" your favorite teacher, Ms, Amelia- spoke with a smile that she knew some of the students won't agree on this

All of your classmates complain but you don't mind it

You look around at the room and it seems you already become an acquaintance to them, but there's one that catches your eye

He's sinking back on the chair, doodling something on his notebook, chains are hitting the metal chair, obviously not aware of the situation

"Edward Munson! Oh my god- this is perfect!" You think to yourself

You grin to yourself thinking that this could be the opportunity to finally get to know each other

You already have shared some casual interactions but never bonded that much

You wanted to be friends with him so badly ever since Dustin, Mike, Lucas talked a lot about him

Your mind is overflowing with ideas to hang out with him, you didn't even hear your teacher announcing your partners

"Y/N L/N, you will be pairing with Edward Munson" Ms. Amelia says while she pushed back her reading glasses from sliding off, she flips the next page

you only hum in response, but you closed your notebook and your eyes goes wide

You need to double check again just to see that you didn't just misheard it

"I'm sorry? Come again? Miss?"

"Your partner will be Edward Munson" she says with her eyebrows raised at you, she uses her pen to direct where Eddie is

Your mouth agape and you smiled and you squealed with "Yay!"

"What do you mean, Yay?" Max turns to you look at you while her head is laying at her arms resting on it

"Eddie Munson is going to be my partner!" You say not looking at her, you kept your eyes on the metalhead still doodling

Max follows your gaze, she raises her head and prop up her arm and rest her chin on it

"Well, Iooks like we have the same situation"

You turn around to face her and you lean in with your eyes gleaming with curiosity

"And that is?"

"I am paired with Gareth" she snorted

You knew that Eddie has a band called "Corroded Coffin" and you always been so interested to know about more of his favorites ever since you found out about his music taste

You gasped "Oh my god! We're twinning!"

She laughs at your enthusiasm "I've never seen anyone else in this room has the amount of excitement as you do"

"I just love to interact with people that I hardly knew, I mean- you'll never what you could miss, that person might become your bestfriend"

"That's true" she replies while tapping her pen on her desk

"and without this trait of mine, we wouldn't to have this friendship" you smirk

Max eyes might stuck for rolling her eyes too much "Alright, alright, I get it!"

"You'll be presenting a piece that shows the meaning behind your friendship for the partners that I have given for you" Ms. Amelia explains

You nudged Max's arm and she scoff but couldn't contain her smile

"See? I told you, coincidence? I think not" you whispered and she snickers

"Y/N? Are you with us?" She sighs while shaking her head

"Yes ma'am, I'm very much present" you pressed your lips together trying not to laugh and Max hides her face on her hands as she shakes from laughing

The bell rings, art class is dismissed

Max told you that she'll meet you at the cafeteria, she'll be meeting up with Lucas

"Oh, I tell him I said "Hi"

"I will!" she waves bye at you and you nod at her

You pack up your stuff and you put your bagpack, you walk towards to Eddie, he's also putting his things on his bag

"Hello" you say with a warm smile

He stopped to what he was doing when he heard that familiar voice

He lift up his head and locked eyes with you

The struggle with Eddie is that, he is very intense with eye contact

Less talking, more on eye contact

You seriously don't have a thing for Eddie, right?

You break the silence by saying "I'm your partner for the project?"

"o-oh, it's you, Y/N" he completely ignores of what you just pointed out but you don't care about it anyways

He zips his bag and put over his shoulder

"Good, you remember me!" you clasp your hands together with a grin on your face

He stammers "Of course, I do remember, y-you're friends with Max, right?"

He winces slightly, "Damn- why is this so hard?" He thinks to himself

He wants to keep the conversation going but he is too shy to talk to you normally

Talking to you somehow it seems to hard for him

You got him all tongue-tied up

"Yeah" you nod at him, your hands gripping on the bagpack straps

"Okay, so about the project, maybe we could...." You trail off, your eyes are on the ceiling thinking

Eddie watches you, if you could read his mind, he is panicking, why? he doesn't know how to act whenever you're around

You didn't get the chance to notice it but you have this feeling that you will be the best of friends

You're so sure of it

You look back at him, "Ah! How about we hang out and while we're doing it, maybe will get ideas from there?"

"What do you think?"

He blinked "U-Uh yeah, that sounds good"

You smiled at him and you walked away

He just watches you and he furrows his brows when you turned around and you notice that he's not with you

"Well, come along then!" You gesture your hand to motioning to follow you while standing on the doorframe

He forgotten that it's lunchtime

He scrambles up to his feet, almost tripped, catching up with you

You both walk together at the cafeteria, you spot Max already talking to Gareth and she waves at you

You wiggle your fingers at her and you hook your arm over at Eddie's forearm, he blushed

You passed a tray for him, and he just sheepishly smiles at the kind gesture

You're wearing a polo with a velvet maroon vest with pleated black skirt, your hair is curled with a red ribbon on top, small black boots

Your bag is black heart shaped like bagpack

Your style is clearly not his style but you definitely know how to dress up, he likes it

After you both picked up your food, you asked

"Can I sit with you?"

"Y-yes, you can"

You give him a cheesy grin and you sat down where Max and Gareth is

Jeff, Lucas, Mike and Dustin are there on the same table as well

"Y/N!" Dustin says with a sing-song tone, he drops his bag of chips, as he leans in to hug you

Mike's eyes shines with the same energy you have

You made the secret handshake with Lucas and all of you share a laugh

Duff just gave you a squeeze at your shoulder before he settles down and you smiled at him

Eddie watches you again, you bring so much life at the table

His heart flutters at the sight of you interacting with his friends

"So, Eddie- you're partners with Y/N" Gareth says plainly

"Y-yeah"

"Could Y/N bring out the best of you?" Jeff smirks at Duff

"What do you guys mean?"

"Man, cut the bullshit- you're always this blushing mess whenever you're with her" Duff exclaims while chomping down his food

"Oh- see?" Gareth points his rose-tinted cheeks and Eddie swats his fingers off and Jeff laughs

"We're just friends" he grumbles, while he aggressively stabs the piece of chicken with the use of fork on his plate

"We'll see about that, man" Jeff chuckles at his friend in his denial statement

Before you leave, you told Max that you'll see her at the ladies restroom

"Edward" the 3 of his friends chortled at what you just called him and he cringes

You laugh as well "Okay, I seem to get to know that you didn't liked that, now- that's a start"

You sat down beside him for a while and you just pretend that you didn't see his friends clearly spying on the both of you

They're not playing good for keep it low-key

"Just call me, Eddie" he says while finishing his drink

"Okay, can I also call you, Joe?"

He puts down his cup and a smile grows on his lips and he clears his throat

"No one else called me that before"

"Oh really? then I'm the first" he smiles at you

He got the prettiest smile, don't he?

"Sabrina" he blurted out

"What?"

"Since you got me a nickname, so I figured, I can call you Sabrina from Audrey-" you cut him off

"Hepburn film!" You finished his sentence with your lips apart

"I didn't knew you watch classic old Hollywood films" your voice is so loud in excitement, you didn't even care about it

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me" he manages to wink at you, it gave him the confidence after you geeked out in front of him

"Well, I'm willing to know all about it!" You say while you search for a pen on the pocket of your bag

You tear out a piece of paper and you wrote your phone number on it

"Here's my number, you can call me whenever we make this project" you hand out it to him

You graze your fingertips to him and it shoots an unexplainable feeling through your core

He looks down at it and his eyes are big like he couldn't believe that this is happening

"I'll see you later, Joe" you rest your hand on his shoulder and you smiled

He watches you leave, his heart might have been stopped every minute you talk to him

His friends are sniggering behind his back and he shuts his eyes closed

"Still denying that you don't have feelings for her?" Duff says with a teasing tone

"Oh- shut the fuck up, Duff!" Eddie shouts at him and they throw their heads back in laughter

The next day....

Eddie is leaning against his RV van on the front in the school's parking lot

Chewing on some gum while he reads "Batman" comic book

A faint music coming from his RV van, it's Depeche Mode - Strangelove

"What are you listening to?" you open the door and he removes himself and he quickly closed off his comic book and goes to you

"You're listening to Depeche Mode?" both of your eyebrows raised and you grinned

"Y-yeah, I am" he shyly repiles, both hands we're on the comic book, he gripped it so hard it might tear apart

"I love Depeche Mode" you say with a smile and you sat down on the passenger seat and you look over to his cassette tapes

Picking it up on every tape with a curious look on your face

He scratches his forehead and runs over to the driver's seat

"Why am I so stressed out?" he thinks to himself

"Just be cool, Munson" he muttered

Once he opens the door, you say "No way! You also listen to Queen?"

You hold up the "Night At The Opera" tape with a excited smile

He just chuckles and he just loves it when you're so energetic about the simplest of things

You hum on the chorus line of Depeche Mode - Strangelove still playing

while you settle down, placing both of your hands on your thighs as you drum the beats of the song

Eddie is now very self-conscious about his RV being messy but you don't seem to mind it, you feel at home

You eye the comic book that he just put on the dashboard and your eyes are now filling up with so much chaotic explosion of geekiness

"Ahhh!" You shrieked and he jumps out of his seat, he acts like a child which is so funny and..... cute?

You laugh out loud while you throw your head back at the seat and he just grows completely flustered

He had a minute to recollect himself until he is now also laughing of what just happened

"I'm sorry" is the only thing you manage to say, you're still breathless from your laughter until you calmed down yourself, fixing your position on the seat, straighten yourself up

Eddie just continues to laugh while he hides his face on his hands, peeking out to look at you, you're also staring at him, while you're pressing your lips together to stop your another wave of serotonin

You patted down on his shoulder, you reach out for the comic book on the dashboard and you flipped the pages, a smile tugs at your lips

"Stop" you mumbled

"What?" Eddie thought he might've done something wrong but a smirk is sitting on your face

"You also like Batman? We have so much in common right now" you say while you shook your head in unbelievable manner

"What's your favorite comics? DC or Marvel?" he asked, while watching you still flipping through the pages on the comic book

You slam the comic down on your thighs with your jaw dropped "That's like the hardest question ever!" you pushed him on the chest playfully and he chortled

You rolled your eyes at him and you pick it up the book again

"I mean- come on, there's gotta be a-

Your eyes are still on the comic book while you put your hand on his face to shut him up making him all giggly and shit

"That's the most impossible question ever, Joe" you say, your hands are still on his face

His voice is a bit muffled but audible "Okay, you win, let me hear your thoughts"

"I grew up to both that's why it's hard to pick!" you pushed his face away and he chuckles in the process while he reaches to your hand and he holds it for a while

"I love Spiderman, Iron Man, obviously I like Thor and Wonder Woman, Aquaman, the whole damn Avengers and Justice League" you say as you finally placed the comic book on the dashboard to where it was before

He nods while listening to you, and girl- he is still holding your damn hand, why is that?

He is now caressing it with his thumb, oh gosh

"Say, um-" he began and you look at him waiting for what he has to say

"We can eat pizza after school" he put his other hand on top of yours, he looks at you very directly

Your heart spluttering in a beat that you could never understand

"Uh- sure, Joe" you shrug with a pleasing smile on your face and it warms his heart seeing it everytime

The bell rang and you slipped off from his hold and maybe it's just your brain messing with you

Did he just frown slightly when he can't feel your hand over his anymore?

You go down from the passenger seat and you say

"What's your favorite comics, then?" You smirk, repeating the same question to him and he smiled

He squints his eyes for thinking a bit for a moment, "I'd say both too" he shrugs

"Really?"

"Yeah, my uncle owns a Venom comic book" he winks at you and you laugh in disbelief

"What? It's the truth? I have proof- I could show it you" he says with a confused expression

You breathy laughed "Okay, fine- Joe, I believe you, I'll see you later-

"Alligator" he finishes it and you snorted while turning back at him, heading towards at the school's entrance

You both shared a couple of laughs together, shared some stories about each other's lives

Eddie watches you pulling the stretchy cheese out of the pizza and you throw your head backwards as you raise up your hand to eat it

He dust off the crumbs out of his hands as he kept his eyes on you

You're giggling about the story that he almost punched Gareth for scaring him, one time at a band practice

He has very active reflexes, he warned you not doing the same thing that his friend had done

"Of course, I wouldn't do that to you, Joe" you cackled and while licking off your fingers from the residue of the pizza, you take a sip of your soda

There's two slices left of the pepperoni pizza, he gave you the other half, you mumbled a soft "Thank you"

"Okay" he starts "besides Audrey Hepburn, what else do you like to watch?" he finishes with his mouth full

"Hmm" you hum while taking a bite from the crust of the pizza "Can't Buy Me Love by Patrick Dempsey is really nice"

"Oh, you're also into that kind of teen movies, huh?" he licks off the crumbs from his lips while he reaches for the tissues

"Yeah, I do" you swallowed "Some of the teen movies, I relate to it a lot especially when it's John Hughes" you say

"John Hughes is the man!" He put his hand over his head making a mind blowing motion and you laughed

"Yes, he is" you chortled

"I just- I love everything about art in general, you know? I love music, films, paintings...." You trail off while letting out a sigh as you lay your back against the seat

His eyes you for a minute, admiring how you look tonight as if he didn't saw you earlier at school

"I know what you mean by that, Sabrina"

You look into his eyes and you smile, oh- god he always loved your smile

You lean forward with both of your arms propped up as you crossed your hands together resting your chin on top of it as you say "ooooh- tell me about your music? like what else do you enjoy listening?"

He popped a spearmint chewing gum on his mouth and he offers you a stick and you kindly accept it

He chuckles and shook his head "I think you already know what I'm listening to" gesturing to his outfit

You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed "No, I'm serious! Eddie!" you slammed your hands on the table with a raised eyebrow

"Woah, okay since you called me by my real name, fine" he held his hands up but can't help smirking at you

"I love Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Deep Purple and all that jazz" he plays with his fingers by waving it ridiculously and you giggled

"I do enjoy listening to Earth, Wind & Fire and Tears For Fears" he shuts his eyes while opening the other one slowly, he thinks that you judge him for it but you didn't

Instead, he saw you- almost like heart eyes of what he just said

"Aha! I knew it you're a music lover just like me!" you cupped your face together and you flash out an elated smile at him

He finally opens his eyes as he chuckles softly

"What did you mean?" He asks

You tilt your head at him "You know" you shrug

"No- I don't" his eyes goes side to side as confusion takes over him

"You're open to all music genres! that's what a real musician is!" You wink at him and he blinked, he covers his flaming hot red cheeks with his hair hoping that you didn't get to see it

And yep, you didn't saw it- how freaking clueless you are

"You knew that I play guitar?" He asks, while scratching his head

"Duh, you have band called Corroded Coffin right?" You wipe your lips with tissue paper

"Y-yeah, I do" he smiles

"And I know for sure, you will do great things"

Oh- his love for you continues to grow and grow

"Really?" He squints his eyes as he asks again

"Really, really" you smiled at him

He invited you to come at Jeff's party and he didn't expect that you will indeed come

*Michael Jackson - P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing) playing at the background*

You dance across the floor and you let the music takes you into your system

Eddie is having another negative thoughts feeling that you won't hang out with him after the project, he double take when you caught him frowning

You tilt your head at him and he is taken a back and you smiled, he is confused

"Why so blue?"

"uh-" he stammers

You laughed "Come on, dance with me!"

You reach for his hand and you drag him, he just sways with you shyly

"Don't worry too much, Eddie"

He looks at you and listens

"There's so much to do while you're here in this world, so just have fun!" You say while you're bopping your head into the beat

He just continues to sway, you managed to brighten him up just like that- he loves watches you throughout the party

Your teacher gave you 2 weeks to finish your project

You insisted to buy all of the materials needed for it, Eddie wants to contribute but you take it down and you assure him you got it covered

You both take turns to sketch the picture on the illustration board

Eddie is the one who draw first, you're shocked when you saw his sketch, it's not yet finished but you already get the idea

You and him, both arms are hanging each other shoulders, looking around at all of the things you both love and enjoy

from music to films, you admire his creativity and talent

Eddie's heart skips a beat as he watches you complimenting his good work

Next Monday, is the deadline

while finishing up the project over at Eddie's trailer, you're now coloring the drawing that you both did together

He carefully putting more details on the picture as he pokes his tongue out in concentration

Your stomach is laying down flat on the mattress as you start to shade the drawings

You're hesitant to ask him but you put down the colored pencil on the side- "Eddie, I have a question" you say as you look at him at his behind

He's on the chair, dusting off the eraser residue at the table

"Shoot"

"Have you ever...." you look down for a sec and you blinked "fall in love?"

Yes, he did- it's you

The tip of his pencil breaks as you finished the last line, his breath catches from his throat

He slowly turns around, his eyes meet yours and you're waiting for an answer

He clears his throat, he can't even look into your eyes that long "Uh, I think- I" he stammers

"Dinner is ready! Come out and eat!" Wayne called

You glanced at the door and you get up from the bed but as soon as you reached for the doorknob

"I-I haven't experienced what it felt like- I don't think that I did" he answers

Dumbass

"Me either" you chuckled slightly, not turning around just yet

He looks at you from the back of your head "but I do know what love is"

You finally turn around at him with amused look at your face "You do?"

"Yeah" he smiles

Your face falters a bit and Eddie notices it "what is it? and also why are you asking me this?"

You shrug "it's just a thought, I just wanna know what you think"

Eddie nods, he hopes he had a chance with you

and then he blew it up

moments later, Eddie gave you a lift to go back at your place, he should've told you the truth

A minute that Eddie left, you've been pacing around your room, are you falling in love?

You're confused, you never had this before, you don't know what to do so....

You called Max to come over

You both catch up from all the things that happened

Max find out that Gareth wasn't so bad at all, she understands why Lucas likes him

He is very determined when playing D&D and sometimes when Eddie takes it too far he becomes even more dramatic

She also finds that they both love the film "Karate Kid", and you guys chatted with each other over an hour, you both laughed and gasp

Even you don't say anything, this is not your usual hang out together

Calling someone to come over means something else

"Come on, fess up, what's going on?" Her voice is in serious tone

You're both sitting on the top of your bed, you take a deep breath, you look down

"I think- I-I'm falling in love, Max" you raise your head slowly to meet her gaze

She immediately bounced from the bed "with whom?"

But before you can respond, you and Max looked at each other as she slapped her hand against her mouth with wide eyes as she realized

"Yeah" you chuckled unenthusiastically

"Eddie, huh?" she nods with a smirk from her face and you throw a pillow at her and she laughed

"I asked him if he ever falls in love"

"So? What did he say?"

"He said.... that he didn't?"

"Well, maybe he's just afraid of rejection"

"Rejection? that's bullshit, Eddie is really wonderful guy"

"Oh gosh, Y/N! You're so in love!"

You shoved your face with your hands, your voice became muffled under it "yeah, I'm definitely falling in love"

"What should I do?, if ever that happens"

"Just say what you feel"

"That's really hard, Max"

She giggles "No, I'm serious! Just say what you truly feel, you know, Lucas and I back then we lack of communication because both of us don't say what we really meant so end up arguing sometimes"

You gave her a squeeze from her shoulder as she sighs "ever since we started to say the truth with each other nothing has ever bad between us"

"I may not know, Eddie, that well but I've never seen him this happy like genuinely happy" she added

"You too, like I mean- you always been so cheerful person, building up everyone's mood, you remove the cloud from them" you both laughed when she gestures thunder with her hands

"You'll be okay, Y/N, you'll see"

"Thank you, Max"

you hugged before she left your house

It's Monday

You both presented your project so proudly and you both explain it so very well

"I found out that we both love almost everything that we enjoyed" you glanced over to Eddie and he smiled

"Over the course of hanging out together, I also found that Eddie is a really nice guy, he is not what you think he is" you emphasize the last line and he looks at you with so much adoration

"The best part is that I developed Friendship from him" you end your speech and Eddie is the next one

He sheepishly smiles at everyone

"Your turn, Munson" Ms. Amelia says as she grading your presentation

"What I like about Y/N is that she's so fun to hang out...."

He is lost for words when he meet your eyes again and you grinned at him

"S-she is so cool that she knows a lot of things better than me" you chuckled and you say sorry

"The best part is that whenever I'm with her, I forget everything that is killing me, when you're with Y/N all of your sadness will fade away"

You blinked at him, your heartbeat became shockingly rapid

You glanced at Max, she gives you a knowing look and you swallowed nervously

"She's so full of life, kind, thoughtful, really amazing" he said while he locked eyes with yours

"Ms. Amelia, I found-" the bell rings and everyone started to applause for a bit and get out of the class to eat lunch

"Impressive presentation" Ms. Amelia smiles at you as she gaves you the paper

You read the criteria and you guys both got an A+!

Eddie come cover to your side as he also jumped with excitement, pumping his fists in celebration

"We did it!"

"Yeah, we did!"

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

"You have no idea"

You both smiled each other and it felt like the time stopped, what is this feeling?

You look down becoming shy to look at his gaze again

"Oh, we go to the cafeteria now" you hold his hand dragging him out of the classroom

Eddie is appalled from your action and your touch, your hand is so soft and he can't stop staring that you're holding his hands

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Gareth, Jeff, and Duff congratulates the both of you

"Y/N does presentation so naturally, if only Gareth stopped laughing earlier" Max groans while she ates her sandwich

"He is always unserious" Duff snickers nudging Jeff's arm signaling that Eddie is so lovesick with you

The situation is even more laughable because you don't even see it, you don't even notice it

Eddie just sighs in content as he watches you flip your hair over your shoulder and giggle at Dustin's corny jokes

"Don't give him that Y/N!" Lucas exclaims

"Y/N is always bubbly, you know that Lucas" Mike chuckles

"I give the best jokes ever" Dustin smiles in satisfaction

The school's over, Eddie gave you a lift to get home and unexpectedly you hug him for the first time and you gave him a last squeeze before you let him go

"Thank you so much for everything, Eddie!"

"No Joe?" Eddie smirks

You laughed "You know what I mean" you smile

You turned around to walk inside but he spoke "Hey, Y/N"

You look over him at your shoulder "Yeah?"

"I-I just wanna say, I've had a great time"

"This won't be the last time since we're friends"

He doesn't want to be friends with you, he wants something more than that

His mood shifted a bit and you furrow your brows "yeah, um- goodnight, sweetheart"

"Goodnight, Eddie"

He didn't even take one last look at you before he left- that's new....

Out of nowhere, you caught a fatigue, your muscles felt sore, and you had a slight fever

You can't get up and your mom told you to skip the class today...

You check your temperature and it says 37.5 and you winced it while you look it

You throw your head back at the pillow and stare at the ceiling for a bit

There's this feeling inside of you like you're searching for something, are you longing for someone?

You turn on the other side and you shake your head at the thought of it

You gasped when the realization hits you

"I miss..... Eddie?"

You slowly get up and sat on the bed

"I love Eddie?" It sounds so new to you and it feels different but it's so good to say it out loud

You finally stand up on your feet and say "I love Eddie Munson!"

You seething at the pain you felt when you try to get up but you have to- you have to ate something for strength

So, you walk down headed towards at the kitchen

"Where is she?" Eddie kept tapping his pencil on his desk when he kept glancing at your empty seat

As if the more he stares at it, you might appear but you didn't

He is worried, you never missed a day in class, you never skip for no reason...

Eddie is now overthinking, he thought you didn't like the things he say over the presentation yesterday

Maybe, you're just late, maybe, you'll attend the next period

Turns out, you didn't as well

While walking down the school hallways, he looked over at your locker....

He is not used to this, not having you around

He supposed to get, warm smiles, he supposed to hear your sweet laughter, maybe even a hug, but he didn't get any of those today

"Uh- hey, Red- have you seen Y/N?" Eddie asks while lining up for lunch holding a tray

"No, I haven't since this morning, you know, I was supposed to ask you about her too, damn" Max shakes her head, as she raises her tray to place the meal plate on it

"I have to see her" Eddie can't calm down without knowing if you're okay or not

Max hides her face and smirks in excitement and she is thrilled about you had that effect on him

"Then you should go, right now" Max says plainly

"What?"

"I'll let you know what will happens throughout the last period, okay?" Max raises her eyebrows and gesturing to leave the cafeteria

"O-okay" Eddie runs away and leaves his tray

"Go get your girl, Munson!" Max giggles and she saw over at the table

Gareth, Jeff and Duff both share high-fives with each other and laughed

Lucas, Mike and Dustin their jaws dropped on the ground of shock

Lucas walks towards to Max "you have a lot of explanation to do"

She tuts "y'all blind, dumbasses" Max snorts

Eddie finally arrived at your doorstep

He breathes heavily while he places his hands over his knees

Catching up with his breath, he knocked at your door rapidly

You flinched at the couch while having a blanket hung around your shoulders

"Who could that be?" You headed towards the door and words caught up in your throat when you finally lay your eyes at the certain metalhead you've been looking for since morning

"Eddie-"

He shushes you "Please, let me explain"

"I don't know why you didn't come up to class today, I know why, because you told me, you just wanted to be friends but just listen to me- remember when we're making our project and you ask me if I fallen in love?"

You nod and you gulped

"I did, and it is you, Y/N"

You stare at him, he's telling the truth

"But I understand, you don't want to have me, I respect that, but I just wanna let you know that I do and I'll never regret that I told you what I really felt whenever I'm with you" he pauses, taking a deep breath

"I love when you pulled the melty cheese on the pizza, I love it when you ramble all about your faves, I love that you have the ability to make everyone's day happy, I love your smile, your hug, your laugh, I love you so much, Y/N"

Despite the bodyache, you're having- you feel like light as a feather- it's like you're above the clouds as he confesses his love for you

He waits for your response but you just remain silent, he turn away from you, holding up the tears from his eyes

"Eddie- wait"

He gasped and he turn around at you immediately, he is nervous of what you're about to say

"I think I.... I love you too" you let your happy tears fall and you sniffled and chuckle a little bit

"I know I was oblivious but everything seems clear to me now, I was confused and didn't understand back then.... but right now- it just feels right when I finally let myself feel it"

Eddie blinks and a smile grows on his lips as he moves closer to you

"I love y-" Eddie held the back of your head and he kisses your lips- you squealed as he pulls you closer, you close your eyes you kissed him back, you place your hand on his chest as he deepens it

By the time he touched your neck, it felt hot

He pulled back "Woah- woah, you're burning up, what- you have a fever?!"

You shyly smiled at him "y-yeah" you laughed

He connects all the dots and the awkward silence fills the air

"Damn" he chuckles, he scratches his neck

"That's why Max don't have any idea what's going on with you because you don't have the energy to tell her"

"Yup"

"And here I am, confessing my feelings for you" he grins awkwardly

"It was really cute and romantic! You don't have to be embarrassed by it!" You wrap your arms around him and he blushes

"You made me feel so good inside, I just want a girl just like you, such a pretty, pretty young thing" he says as he kisses your forehead

You became flustered at his words and you roll your eyes playfully "You can come inside, let's watch Sabrina?"

"Sure, on one condition" he holds up his index finger

You went quiet for a moment

"Let me take care for you, sweetheart" he held your cheeks

"That's the reason why you're here" you smile at him and he chortled

"My pretty young thing" he thinks to himself as you tagging him along inside

🎶I want to love you (P.Y.T) Pretty Young Thing, you need some lovin' (T.L.C) Tender Love and Care, and I'll take you there🎶

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University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

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You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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✩First week✩

⋆This post is longer than what i will be posting later on, because i will include everything that happened on the first week :)

✧My first week of uni had started this Monday. Although I had some anxiety over the fact that it was a whole new environment, with new people, I was still very excited! I was looking forward to pretty notes, new lessons, going to the library, and finally studying something that i am actually interested in! Plus my friend (who I will be referring to as red) was there with me the whole time, and we ended up in the same group (the English department is separated into 3 groups in my uni because there´s so many people in it) .

✧But as always things don't go as you expect. On the first day I was supposed to have 3 classes, that went on from 12:30to 18:30. But in the end, none of my 3 professors showed up. Me and red waited for all 3 of them, when the first one didn't come, we went out to get ourselves a snack and sat under one of the trees of the uni to eat (which was very fun honestly), then went back in, hoping the others would. The second didn't show u too, so I took red on a little walk to show her a short path from the uni to the beach, then we went back. We distracted ourselves until the last hour, and so when the third didn't show up too, we just picked up our bags and went back home. Discouraged, because a first day like that, after being so excited, is not really the best.

✧The next day, I had class in the morning, but honestly i expected the same thing to happen. I meet up with red and we go to our class, sitting in the second row. We we´re using our phones talking about how unlikely it is for the professor to come, as we we´re told that most don't show on the first week, because most students don't, and that is true, not even half the classroom was full (they are much bigger than usual classrooms, but I expected more people to attend, at least the first weeks). To our surprise, comes in our professor, who later on throughout my classes with her, I will learn is the sweetest person, and for once I feel like a professor wants to help her students. We go trough how the classes will go, how she will be grading us, and other things, and we also do some exercises to freshen up our memory and vocabulary. That is how my first paragraph writing class went. The second professor doesn't show up, but me and red hang out with some of the girls in our group, we all sat on the grass under one of the trees, talking about our first class we just had other things.

✧My next two classes we´re on Thursday, I had grammar first, with the same professor as paragraph writing, which I was happy about. We started our first lesson, I took notes, the class was peaceful and enjoyable; maybe because, again, more than half wasn't present, not that I'm complaining. For my second class, guided reading, red´s favorite subject for now (nerd), the teacher showed! (not me getting excited cuz my professor was there ;-;) This professor was a bit different, but he was still very nice, also passionate (I think he really likes Hemingway). We went over what we will be studying, the short stories, plays and poems we will be studying and the we had a little discussion, he would ask us questions related to the course and we answer.

✧Side note; our professor for grammar and paragraph writing told us she will be the one to help us with clubs and anything else. Me and red talked with her at the end of the class, and we told her about our interest in clubs, she said that she had noticed the two of us smiling when she brought up clubs, which apparently made her happy. So now me and red will try to make a book club and visual arts club with the help of our professors. We we´re really worried that there would be no clubs in our uni as we found no announcement anywhere, but I'm really grateful for this professor ♡.

♡Thanks for reading till the end, I will be leaving you all with some pictures i took this week :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

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thruheavenandhighwater · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Female OC

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 3,457

Inspired entirely by @eddieandbird and this lovely Eddie note. Thank you so much for allowing me to write this fic and letting me use your art for the header. I really hope I've done you and the note justice. All of my love 🥰

Part Two: Prom Night

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"And, finally, your reminder for prom tickets. Next Friday at lunch is your last chance to buy tickets before the dance."

Principal Higgins' voice echoed through the empty hallways of Hawkins High. Students who were packed into classrooms began to exchange excited words under the too bright florescent lights.

Eddie Munson sat in his first period history class, shoulders hunched over the small desk. His ears perked at the mention of the prom. He had bought a ticket weeks ago. The cheerleader who was running the ticket table on that particular Wednesday morning seemed surprised to see him in line. He didn't blame her. He was surprised to find himself there. But a moment of Henderson fueled bravery had landed him there, standing between basketball jocks and science nerds.

She sat beside him suddenly. Her dark hair was teased extra high today. He loved the way it bounced just slightly as she sat down. She smiled at him, baring her perfect teeth as she offered him a friendly "Good morning." His lips drew into a tight line as he nodded quickly.

This had become something of a routine over the school year. She would greet him and he would try to hide his sweaty palms when he smiled back at her. She was one of the only people in school who looked at him as anything more than a scapegoat for unfounded anger.

She was sweet to him. Genuinely sweet. When she brought brownies to class for her birthday two months ago, she offered Eddie one first. She even asked if he wanted a corner piece. He didn't, he told her, opting for a middle cut. "The middle is the best part, anyway," she'd told him with a smile as she handed the brownie to him wrapped in a white napkin.

Eddie's crush on her was nothing new. Quite the opposite, if he was honest with himself. It had started in middle school. Sixth grade, to be exact. That was the year she came back from summer vacation six inches taller with a smile full of braces. She was breathtaking.

His crush only grew each year. He watched as she smiled to everyone in the halls. The way she so easily made friends impressed and scared him. She was so open, so giving with her energy. She drew people to her like a magnet and Eddie was no exception.

When Mrs. Ballard had assigned her the seat right next to him on the first day of school he'd initially been happy. One could have even called it excitement. But sitting next to her everyday proved difficult. He sat next to her and watched her, day after day.

He watched the way she smiled to herself when she got an answer right. He watched the way her styles changed with the seasons. Skirts and t-shirts in August gave way to snow boots and heavy sweaters in January. He always thought she looked incredible, no matter what she wore.

But what he loved watching the most was when she was focused. Like, really focused. She'd cross one knee over the other beneath her desk, her foot tapping against the metal leg of the desk. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. If she was really stumped on something she'd tap the eraser end of her pencil to her temple, like she was trying to dislodge the information she was looking for.

Eddie had spent the entirety of the school year fending off well meant advice from every member of the Hellfire Club. Dustin, specifically, had been trying to convince him to ask her out for months. As soon as the curly headed freshman caught wind of his crush he made his personal mission to get them together. Over the course of the past eight months Dustin Henderson had offered up no less than a dozen half baked ideas. And one that was actually pretty decent.

"Ask her to prom," Dustin had instructed one night as he helped Eddie clean up after a Hellfire campaign. The way the younger boy enunciated every word annoyed Eddie. "It's your last shot! You're really gonna let her get away without ever even trying?" He hated when the little shit was right.

So now here he sat. Two weeks to prom, a ticket sitting on his dresser, and no date. His fingers flexed and relaxed repeatedly in his lap. He wiped his sweaty palms on his knees before flipping to an empty page in his notebook.

Hey

Was that too simple? Was it stupid? How the fuck is he supposed to ask the most wonderful person he'd ever met to a stupid school dance? It felt wrong. The idea of passing the scribbled note to her, if one word could even be called a note, made his stomach hurt.

So he didn't. He closed his notebook and tried to ignore the way her perfume smelled for the rest of class. He nearly lept to the other side of the classroom when the bell rang.

"In a hurry?" She asked with a smile as she shoved her books into her purple backpack. He could only offer a shy, tight-lipped smile, a single breath from his nose by way of a laugh. His notebook burned in his fingers as he gripped it tightly. He watched as she walked away through a row of desks. "Have a good one, Eddie." She said, waving before walking out of the door.

Lunch that day was almost unbearable for Eddie. He knew the guys would ask him about her. They always did. Her name was more often than not the first word spoken as Eddie took his seat at the head of their table.

"You're fucking with me right now," Henderson groaned, his face landing in his open palm.

"Prom is in two weeks!" Jeff told him, as if the date had mysteriously slipped Eddie's mind.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he pulled an open snack bag from his black metal lunch box. He knew when the prom was. He knew he was running out of time. What he didn't know was how she would react. And the fear of not knowing was holding Eddie in place.

"She's gonna say no anyway," he told them quietly.

"You don't know that," Mike commented from his seat. He poked at the school lunch slop on his tray blindly, his eyes trained on Eddie.

"The answer is always gonna be no if you don't ask." He had to admit that he hated how often Henderson was right. "I'm giving you until Friday," he said, dropping his fork to his tray. A muted metallic clang echoed from in front of him. "If you haven't asked her yet I'm doing it for you. I can- we can't sit around and watch this anymore. Right, boys?" He asked the table, earning a round of slightly louder than necessary agreements from the club members around him.

Eddie's appetite left in a hurry. He knew that his friends meant well. They wanted what they thought was best for him. But the nagging voice in his head that told him not to try was getting louder and harder to ignore.

His uncle, the man who Eddie thought he got his perceptiveness from, was more gentle in his approach as Eddie's love guide. When Eddie had told him that he bought a prom ticket he didn't seem surprised. At least, not the same kind of surprised that everyone else was.

"Who's the lucky girl?" He asked, ashing his cigarette into the coffee can turned ashtray that sat between them.

Eddie's smile was so wide he had to duck his head, his chin hitting his chest as his dark curls forged a curtain around his cheeks. Wayne saw it anyway. He always saw Eddie, even when the younger man would have rather stayed hidden.

Wayne listened intently and his nephew gushed about the girl who sat beside him in history. He felt like he already knew her. He'd watched Eddie's feelings develop and change over the years. He knew how special this girl was to him before he even asked the question. There was a moment of silence shared between the two as they passed an old Zippo between each other, one last cigarette before bed.

"'m afraid to ask her," Eddie admitted as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air.

"Why's'at?"

Eddie sighed, the long, thoughtful kind of sigh that only came before a moment of unfiltered honesty. "What if she says no?"

Wayne was quiet. His thumb toyed idly with the butt of his cigarette as he chose his next words carefully. "That's part'a life, son." He finally said before bringing the cigarette to his lips. "But that don't mean you shouldn't try."

Eddie thought back to that conversation as he sat silently amongst his friends. They were right. Uncle Wayne was right. He knew that he was the only thing standing in his own way of finding out once and for all.

The following three days were torturous for Eddie. Tuesday she'd shown up to class in a new dress. The simple pink fabric made infinitely more beautiful once she put it on. He couldn't ask her today, he decided. She looked too good and she'd definitely say no. Wednesday, she greeted him like normal and he felt his stomach twist itself into knots at her smile. She seemed extra happy. No reason for him to ruin it by asking her to prom.

And today, Thursday… was the worst. This morning she was late for class. She showed up fifteen minutes into Mrs. Ballards lesson with a tardy slip from the office, rambling out an excuse as she handed it to their teacher.

"My car wouldn't start and I- I had to call my dad and-"

"Just take your seat," she was cut off by their teacher.

She nodded and walked quickly to her seat. Eddie watched as she rifled through her backpack, her shoulders tense. She set the bag down with a defeated huff. She hadn't found what she was looking for.

Without thinking Eddie's hand breached the invisible wall he'd erected between them. The end is his pencil tapped lightly to her elbow as she stared at the chalkboard like a lost deer in headlights.

She jumped, startled at the intrusion. But her shock melted to gratuity as her eyes landed on the stubby eraser at the end of his pencil. She took it from him with the hand opposite the arm that he'd tapped. Her pinky and ring finger wrapped around his hand as she mouthed a silent thanks. His cheeks flushed with warmth at her touch. It was electrifying.

His leg bounced under his desk for the rest of class. It was now or never, he thought. Tomorrow was the deadline that Henderson had imposed on him. And there was a part of him that really believed his underling would follow through. He wouldn't give him the chance.

Glancing at the clock at the front of the classroom he realized that he only had a few minutes left before she'd be gone. He flipped to the page in his notebook that he'd scribbled a single word on Monday morning.

Hey

He ripped the page from the book, careful to be as silent as possible. His fingers vibrated as he folded the paper in half three times. He looked to the clock once more. Two minutes, Munson.

His eyes stayed firmly planted on the chalkboard as he silently set the folded paper on her desk. His heart slammed against his ribcage when she took the paper, opening it slowly. She flattened it against her desk before writing her reply.

Hello :)

The smiley face that accompanied the word pulled an equally cheesy smile from Eddie. He quickly added his own words below hers.

You going to that dance next weekend?

He handed it back, eyeing the clock. He watched the second hand tick. He swore he could feel every movement of the tiny black line as she wrote him back.

The prom?

Seeing the word written in her exquisite penmanship suddenly made everything feel too real. His palms began to sweat. His nerves almost taking over before he shut them down.

Yes

He saw her smile out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat as she quickly answered his question before sliding the paper onto his desk once more.

Yeah, I'm going. Why?

Everything in Eddie's body and mind told him to end the conversation here. To crumple up the paper and throw it away. Or burn it outside. Leave no evidence of the leap he was about to take.

Would you want to go with me?

He set the paper on her desk just as the second hand on that god forsaken clock crossed the threshold of 8:45. The bell rang loudly above them. The sound echoed in Eddie's ears, reverberating in his chest as she stood up from her seat beside him.

She tucked the paper into the back pocket of her jeans before putting her books into her backpack. She turned to him, pencil extended. Her smile could have brought Eddie to his knees if he'd been standing.

"Keep it," he told her. "You'll need it for your other classes."

She nodded and tucked it behind her ear. "I'll keep it safe for you." She told him as she turned to leave.

As he expected, the first words out of Dustin's mouth when he sat down at lunch were the age old question. "Did you ask her?" Eddie took a deep breath as he tried to think of what to say. He held it in his lungs like the first hit of a fresh smoke.

"Kinda," was what he settled on.

"Kinda?" Jeff asked, clarifying before taking a drink of his Coke.

"Kinda," Eddie repeated.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Dustin and, his tone annoyed as he stared down the older boy.

"It means I kinda asked her," Eddie shrugged, his gaze dropping to his hands in his lap.

"So do I need to ask her for you or not?"

Eddie looked up to Dustin with a shy smirk. "No," he answered. "I definitely got the question out, but I didn't get an answer."

He spent the next few minutes relaying the events of his first period class to the club members. They hung on his every word as he detailed everything from her tardiness to his panic as she slipped the folded note into her pocket.

"She didn't even have a second to read it," Eddie finished, sounding defeated.

"Exactly," Mike chimed in over a mouthful of food. "She could still say yes."

"She could still say no."

"Give the poor girl a chance to answer before you start feeling bad for yourself," Dustin told him, effectively shutting down any argument he could come up with.

The rest of the school day passed in a blur. He would be marked present in class but his mind was elsewhere. Try as he might, he couldn't pull his mind away from her. Or her answer.

By the time he got home he had convinced himself that maybe she never read his question after all. Maybe, in her rush to get to her next class the note had fallen out of her pocket. Maybe tomorrow in class she'd apologize, tell him that she lost it and ask why he wanted to know her plans for prom. Then, of course, he'd have to come up with an excuse. But he'd worry about that when the time came.

Eddie tossed and turned in bed that night. He couldn't get comfortable. And even if he were comfortable, every time he closed his eyes he saw her. That part wasn't wholly unusual. Having a six year long crush will naturally come with a few nights of thinking about the object of your affections. But tonight wasn't like those other nights. Tonight he was all over his small bed because he was afraid. He was afraid of what the morning held for him.

He considered skipping. He could call the school, put on his Uncle Wayne voice and excuse Eddie for the day. But then he'd have to answer to the uncle in question when he got home from work in a few hours. Wayne was the one person in the world Eddie could never lie to, and he didn't feel like having a heart to heart about his ill fated note today.

So he rose from his bed, sheets a mess on the floor after being kicked around all night. His morning routine was purely muscle memory. Pee, brush teeth, brush hair, get dressed, out the door. His mind wasn't in his actions at all. Instead focused on her and that stupid note.

The drive to school suddenly seemed about 60 miles too short as Eddie parked his van in the student section of the parking lot. His hands shook as he pulled his key from the ignition before wrapping his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. If he weren't afraid of Dustin making good on his promise, he might have just left.

He grabbed his notebook and a pen from his passenger seat before kicking open his door. His legs moved him slowly towards the building. His mind buzzed with anxiety as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the front door.

Walking to his classroom felt like the journey to end all journeys. Like walking into Mordor, if you will. His leg bounced beneath the desk as he took his seat. The chain on his wallet shook against the metal leg of the desk with each bounce. Eddie wrapped a fist tightly around the chain to silence it, not wanting to draw attention to his anxious habits.

And suddenly, like a springtime breeze or a rainbow after a summer storm, she was there. The breath seemed to leave Eddie's lungs the instant she passed through the doorway into the loud classroom. Friday mornings were always loud, students making and finalizing weekend plans before the chime of the first bell. He would be lying if he told you that he remembered how to breath immediately and that he didn't have to force himself to inhale.

She smiled at him, her hair bouncing as she stepped towards him. "Good morning, Eddie." She greeted him as she took her seat beside him. He tried to say something back, he really did. But any ability he had ever had to form any words in any language suddenly left him.

His heart raced in his chest as she leaned over, once again rummaging through her backpack. She pulled his pencil out, waving it proudly. "Told ya I'd keep it safe," she giggled. "You want it back?"

Eddie wiped his sweating palms over his thighs as he sat up straight at his desk. A chuckle fell from his lips, but he missed the way her own smile grew at the sound. "Nah," he told her. "All yours." He wanted so badly to be witty. To bust out the ol' Munson family sense of humor. But he just couldn't do it. Every clever thing he'd ever said or known or thought was suddenly gone.

She smiled at him once more before turning back to her bag. She retrieved her text book and notebook, opening both on top of her desk just as the bell rang.

"Okay, class, yesterday we left off…" Mrs. Ballard started her lesson.

He couldn't concentrate if his life depended on it. She hadn't said anything about the note. Maybe he was right. Maybe she dropped it. Or maybe he was right the first thousand times the guys had tried to talk him into asking her out. Maybe it was a no, and she was just too sweet to tell him. Maybe she was trying to figure out how to let him down gently.

The end of his blue ink pen tapped rhythmically on the page of his textbook. He was so deep in thought that he barely registered the hand on his desk. The nails manicured and painted a minty shade of green as they slipped away from the folded piece of paper that now sat beside his textbook.

His hands shook as he lifted the paper. He was slow to open it. Now, after six years of pining, he would have his answer. He wasn't sure he was ready. But it was now or never. He opened the final fold, revealing the back and forth correspondence between them from yesterday. He scanned down the bottom where, in her perfect cursive writing a single word had been added.

Absolutely.

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