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bonny-kookoo · 1 year
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Jungkook: Velvet Love 🔞
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The things he says never match the smile he's got on his lips.
Tags/Warnings: Yandere AU, Idol!Jungkook, graphic description of gore (briefly), twisted kook, description of mental insanity
Length: Short
Belongs to: Velvet Heart (but can be read as a standalone)
!! Disclaimer: I do not believe Jeon Jungkook to be like this, God no. This is pure fiction and meant to be seen as nothing but entertainment. Thank you.
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"Alright how long will it be?" Jungkook asks as everyone gets ready for the shoot. "I really need to be home by 6 tonight, latest, or I might have to murder someone this time." He chuckles, voice light as he taps away on his phone, the stylist's hands stuttering a bit as everyone glances away uncomfortably from the idol. "What? Am I not getting an answer?" He asks innocently, looking around.
"I-we can't tell yet how long it'll take." The director says. "But we'll try and get it done as quickly as we can." He hurries out at the eye contact Jungkook holds with the man, dark orbs unmoving as they focus on the older man silently.
Before the singer smiles.
"No problem, I just don't wanna go home so late again." He shrugs, slumping down into his seat a little.
He's in a good mood today. That's not the norm- no one can really ever tell what kind of emotions go through him each day. While he used to be like this almost all the time back when he was younger, something had changed these days. Now, no one can tell if the words he says are to be taken as a joke, or as a threat.
Sometimes, like today, it feels like nothing's wrong again. As if the old Jungkook had returned, wiping away all the scary and unnerving changes that happened over the course of the last few years away, turning those things into nothing but a bad dream.
The shooting is fun. Everyone's light hearted again. The air feels easy.
"You think the challenge will be easy for you?" A staff member asks Jungkook in the back of the car as they all play a game of hide and seek in a way. He's supposed to find the rest of the members with small cues and nothing else. He chuckles.
"Easy." He laughs. "I'm good at games like these. No one gets away from me." He chuckles, and again, the mood shifts for a second.
He smiles. He's teasing, joking- probably. But no one is able to not hear any underlying implications He might be putting into his words.
So when the shooting ends, and its barely 5, Jungkook grins brightly as he leaves to go home.
And only then does anybody dare to breathe freely again.
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"Do you think he'd ever..." Jimin mumbles, sitting with the rest of the band backstage as they eat something, Jungkook not attending as usual. He's almost always rushing home to you right after his schedule, never staying behind for longer than necessary as if he'd run out of oxygen to breathe if he was to be apart from your presence for too long. "..I- you know what I mean, right?" Jimin says quietly, and Namjoon sighs.
"I'd like to believe he wouldn't." Hoseok says lowly. "I want to.. believe he wouldn't do that." He says, but he's not believing it.
But he, as well as others, have seen what Jungkook is capable of.
He choked Taehyung before, to the point of the singer's face turning blue. Jungkook doesn't shout, doesn't yell, never seems to voice out his anger, but rather acts on it instead. He breaks furniture, smashes holes into walls, but his favorite is always to hurt. He does it with such a calm nature that it's truly unnerving to see.
It eliminates any way of truly telling if he's ever joking or honest when he tells one of his more twisted jokes.
"But I think we're all aware that he's very much capable of it." Namjoon says with a lot more control than the others. "No one's ever safe around him. You've heard how he talks; at this point, I believe every word he tells about violence." He explains. He knows Jimin is worried for you- after all, he's the only one who ever had any true interaction with you- he knows the singer feels for your safety, wants to somehow get you out of your situation.
But he also needs to remember that if Jungkook ever found out about this, he'd probably be a dead man.
"Dont you think we should do something then?" Jimin says, just like Namjoon had expected.
"The only thing you can do is not think about it." Seokjin offers soberly. "Then it'll hurt less."
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You're beginning to try and speak more, and Jungkook worries it might become a problem at some point.
He can't have you babble about what goes on behind closed doors to others after all- what if you tell someone your address by accident, or how he's bought you a collar with a tracking device just to check where you go each day?
Of course, technically, he doesn't need it. You never leave the house after all, because you're just a good girl like that- and because the stories he tells you have made you afraid enough to never dare set foot beyond the apartment door ever. He doesn't ever make his stories too gruesome- mainly because he knows it'll make you a little too clingy, so he always depicts himself as the immortal God that cannot be harmed by any of the things he makes up. But you can be killed. You're mortal. A bag of flesh, ready to be devoured by the beasts that roam the streets outside of the safety of these walls.
You need him to survive. And he needs you to believe that.
He enjoys that you don't speak much. The noises you make and the gestures you've created to communicate are nothing shy of adorable to him after all, and any progress at proper human communication would ruin that feature of you for him. He doesn't want that- you're perfect just like this, like a pet, simply existing for him only, surviving because he wants you to.
You're alive because he allows it.
"I'll be home the entire week baby." He hums to you on his chest. "They've kept me hostage for way too much recently. I'll be with you for the entire week, I promise." He says, and you just smile, mesmerized by whatever he's saying. "You've got no idea what I'm telling you, stupid little thing?" He chuckles, and you smile as well, happily receiving his affection.
He loves it like this.
And he'll do everything and anything to keep it this way.
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Would he ever kill? Truly take a life so it never returns?
He doesn't know. He's never been pushed to that degree to find out if he's capable of it. But he knows, he sometimes gets the somewhat of an urge - if not himself, then his brain rather comes up with sick and twisted thoughts of you.
His mind starts to bend memories of you into shapes unfamiliar, his hands no longer holding yours but rather bending you over his thigh until your spine cracks and breaks in half.
He gets scared of these thoughts. It's like they're not his.
He becomes fearful whenever he dreams of your chest split open by his own hands, fingers tracing each of your exposed ribs while he can't see anything but red. He knows you'd been broken before, mentally at least. Would he end up being the one to break you physically?
Maybe it's his fear of possibly losing you.
He makes love to you painfully slowly, carefully, and yet he sometimes can't help himself but to make you up as his. Never to the degree of inflicting true damage, but just to show his own actions are still under control.
He's a rabid animal, a pet once loved but now sick and deseased, truly on the verge of wasting away.
And no one around him wants to admit it.
Not while there's still traces of the old him inside.
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forherhopes · 4 months
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Ok wow? I stumbled upon a freshly opened account 😭 Your Winter post abt being exes... too good... Do you think you could write a Winter as your girlfriend post?
to be honest, i'm pleasantly surprised to have gotten an ask this quickly 😭 but i will deliver !! hope you like it anon (to be honest i think about this fairly often so it won't take me very long 💀)
Winter as your girlfriend
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we all know that she loves her personal space and time
and you completely respect that and don't ask too much of her
not only does she absolutely love that about you
(especially since you don't take it to heart if she's not in the mood)
but when she is in the mood, she won't be able to stay away from you
i see her as someone who will typically want to be in very close proximity with her s/o
and getting pretty handsy in comparison to other people
like it isn't toooo much
but she'll usually wanna hold your hand
or rest her head in your lap as you slowly and gently run your hand through her hair and massage her scalp
has a thing for your eyes (actually you in general, tbh)
lovesssss to look at you and smile
you asking "what's up?" as she just looks at you fondly
her saying "nothingggg, just looking at my pretty baby" in response
oh yeah i feel like she'd love to call her s/o cute/delicate pet names like "baby" or "jagi/jagiya"
would love to hear the same thing in return
we all know that she is a very busy woman and the sasaengs are no joke
so dates are almost always inside one of ygs' houses
she admittedly loves taking walks and i feel like she would be so happy to go on one with you
rightfully protective of you and ygs' relationship, though, cause some of these fans don't play around 😭
she'd always be so so happy with you
like smiling and giggling and shit alll the time
she'd love small intimate things like resting your heads on each other's shoulders
she'd be a sucker for comfortable silence, i feel like
like not needing to speak to each other for things to not be awkward
✨ coexisting ✨
and by that i mean going about your days but just having each other around
she'd love it
sharing music recs is one of the ways to get to her heart
she'd love an s/o that likes the same music as her
she'd be a flirt, 100%
but she'd be so nervous and flustered if you said something back
and to be honest, let's not act like you wouldn't do the same if she flirted with you
overall i just think the relationship is so so so sweet
you take care of her and really try your best to be sweet to her when she's being perfectionistic again and not getting something down
like when they're preparing for the comeback and she can't sing the line just like she wants to
being patient with her and affirming
and she'll always listen to your troubles and help you feel better
just so wholesome
minors pls leave now !!!
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ok here goes the spicy parts
ngl i always feel like writing these parts tends to be a bit self-indulgent 💀
but hopefully you agree
she'd love servicing
and iiiiiiiii personally believe in switch!minjeong so like...
you can't tell me she couldn't/wouldn't do both
i don't believe it
anywho she'd do her best to make you enjoy yourself every single time
sometimes she'll get bold and start initiating things out of nowhere, most of the time pretending to be innocent throughout
like giving lingering touches while looking at you seductively
or grazing over the sensitive parts of your body lightly
and that's not limited to sexual areas
no no no
maybe running her thumb over where she sucked on your neck a little bit more passionately than other spots last time you guys got down
or playing with your lips slowly and teasingly
getting you nervous and your body excited while not doing anything too explicit
she'd love to see your face flush
in any situation
as long as it's her doing
it might take a bit more than indirect teasing to get her in the mood though
i feel like she'd be a little oblivious
one thing that always gets her, though, is kissing her and biting the lower lip
she'd love hearing all your noises, my god you better not hold them back from her
like i said, she'd love servicing and part of that is you letting her know that she's doing well
when she's in her dominant energy, i feel like she'd be one big tease
she'd ask you to beg and would definitely ask you to tell her she's doing well
asking you what you want her to do
she'd enjoy watching you get nervous to tell her, the embarrassment fueling her a little bit
i can't tell if, when she was in that position, she'd be too embarrass to admit anything or she'd just openly whine and beg
ig that's up to interpretation
she's definitely a tease tho, 100%
maybe even a bit possessive since ygs couldn't be open about your relationship
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a-dark-abyss · 19 days
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Shiver
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Yandere OC x male reader
Warnings: Yandere stuff, a tiny bit of blood, nothing really that bad yet
A/N: this is DEFINITELY not named after Shiver by Coldplay (not proofread yet)
Word count: 2.1k
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It’s summer and the weather has finally cleared up. You finish zipping up your suitcase and hurrying outside. “(Name)! Hurry up or we’re leaving without ya!” Your friend Maddie calls. You roll your eyes, she was the most impatient girl ever. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, you leave the house. One of your other friends, Olivia, helps you put both things into the trunk of the van. “Hurry up everybody!” Maddie calls, getting into the driver's seat. You hop up into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. You look over at Maddie before glancing into the backseats. In the middle seats sat Liv and her boyfriend, Tommy. In the backseats sat Cassie, her boyfriend Andrew, and his friend Parker. You look back at Maddie and whisper to her, “Why’d you have to invite Cassie? All she’s gonna do is fuck Andrew.” You look back and see Parker eyeing you. Your eyes meet Maddies once more. “And Parker is still into me.” You say, hushed. Maddie rolls her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder as she starts backing out of the driveway. “Stop being a downer and just have fun. All you do is worry, let loose for once.” She says. “Alright, our first stop is gonna be a gas station in Colorado.” Olivia says, holding a map in her hands. As the car begins driving out of town, you close your eyes, using your jacket as a blanket.
Someone is shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Olivia in a daze. She smiles and shakes you once more. “Wake up, (Name). We’re at the gas station.” Olivia says, voice soft. You groan a bit and curl up in your seat. Liv sighs and pets your head. “Do you want me to get anything for you?” She asks. You nod sleepily, mumbling what you wanted for snacks and drinks. She nods and heads inside the gas station with everyone else.
Hours later and you all arrive at your first campsite. The night was long but fun. The next morning Maddie wakes up at dawn and yells around the camp for everyone to wake up and pack up the tents. Once everyones packed up you all get back on the road.
“Wow…I never knew Wyomming actually had a forest.” Cassie says, watching as the trees pass by. Olivia laughs with Tommy, cuddling up with each other. “There's woods EVERYWHERE dumbass.” Andrew says. “Hey, we’re reaching a gravel road, can someone else drive?” Maddie asks, pulling the van over. “Yeah.” Tommy says, already sliding the door open and hopping out. Olivia does the same and you and Maddie get out of the front seats. After you all get situated, Tommy begins driving.
“These woods are giving me the creeps…” Cassie says while playing on her phone. She groans. “There's no service out here either. Olivia, tell Tommy to get us out of this hillbilly area!” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Cassie. Can’t you go five seconds without your phone?” Cassie scoffs at Tommy and keeps trying to get cell service. Suddenly the van runs over something. Everyone jumps and looks at each other, confused. Tommy stops the van and quickly gets out. You look at Maddie, a scared look on her face. She looks out the window and back at you. “It’s probably just a squirrel or something.” You tell her reassuringly. Tommy opens the drivers door. “Y’all might wanna see this.” He sighs. You, Olivia, and Parker all climb out of the vehicle. “What happened?” Parker asks, crossing his arms. “Well uh…” Tommy trails off, pointing at the back left tire. The tired had barbed wire stuck to it. “Holy crap…” You whisper. “Well…what do we do?” Olivia asks. Tommy looks around, scratching his head. “Uhm…maybe two of you can go and try to find a gas station or something. I mean if we keep walking in the direction we were going, we’re bound to find a shop or another person that can get us help.” He explains. You nod and grab your jacket. “I’ll go look. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” You say. Parker immediately grabs his jacket too. “I’ll come with.” He states and before you can say anything, Tommy smiles and thanks you both. He gives you both a few water bottles and some snacks. “Be safe.” He smiles. You and Parker begin walking.
It’s probably at least been an hour since the two of you started walking. It was all still woods and hot out. Parker stops walking and squints his eyes. You look at him, confused, before following his gaze. “I think it’s a gas station or somethin’...” Parker mutters, rubbing his eyes. “Well let’s go to it.” You reply, starting to walk once more. Parker grabs your hand, holding you in place. “Somethin’ don’t feel right…” He says again. You sigh. Sure you were a paranoid guy, but Parker was a whole different level of paranoid. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been watching those creepy videos all day.” You assure him, pulling his arm.
Soon you reach the building. It was a small auto or body shop. The garage door was open and the store door was propped open with a rock, an open sign hung on the doorknob. You can hear loud rock music playing from inside. You both walk up to the garage door. “Uh, hello?” You call out. There's no answer. “I told you this ain’t right…” Parker mumbles, crossing his arms. “Let's just go.” Parker says, upset. When you turn around you’re met face to face with a man. You let out a scream and Parker backs up. The man just smirks, taking a drag of a cigarette. “Sorry for scaring ya, pretty boy.” He then looks at Parker, still smirking but you swear that for a second, a look of anger is in his eyes. You quickly step between the two. “Sorry for bothering you, sir. You see, me and my friends are on a road trip but we ran over barbed wire and so we now need a new tire. Do you think we could buy one?” You ask calmly. The man's eyes light up again. “Well of course, cutie. I’ll get you and your friend what y’all need.” You smile. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re a lifesaver. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “I ain’t that at all.” He says, turning and walking into the shop. You’re about to follow him, but Parker stops you. “I’ll buy the tire…just stay out here.” You nod and watch as he follows the man.
It’s been a few minutes and you’ve already gotten restless. You look at the mountains in the distance, they looked more than beautiful. Looking around, you spot a trailer home a bit more in the woods, only a small ways away from the shop. You can see a mini log cabin dog house in the yard by the steps and walk over. You crouch and look inside the dog house, seeing if you could find the pup. All that sits in there is a bone and a tennis ball. You smile and grab the ball before standing up and looking around. “Here puppy! Come here!” You call out, holding out the ball, hoping the dog is nearby. You let out a whistle, “Come here puppy!” You were about to give up on looking when something bumped into you. You practically jumped and immediately looked around before seeing a saint Bernard sniffing your shoes. You grin and crouch down, holding out your hand. The dog sniffs it before giving a small chuff.
“Here boy, you wanna play?” You ask, holding up the ball. The dog tilts his head and wags his tail. You throw the ball across the yard and watch as the huge dog bounds after it, letting out a bark. Suddenly, a hand claps onto your shoulder. You let out a scream and turn around and meet eyes with Parker. “(Name), what the hell are you doing?” He hisses out. You shrug and point at the dog. “Playing.” Parker just looks at you with an unamused face. “Playing?” He asks, scowling at you. “Leave the thing, it probably has fleas or some weird disease.” Parker grunts, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the auto shop. “Parker, what the hell?!” You argue. Parker spins around and places both hands on your shoulders. “Listen,” he begins, voice hushed, “This guy is a weirdo, okay? He’s charging a hundred fifty for a new tire and my cell doesn’t work out here and I’m guessing yours doesn’t either.” He looks over his shoulder and looks back at you. “He has a phone in the shop. You call Olivia and see if she or anybody else can get out here, okay? I’m gonna try and a lower price on the tire.” You sigh, “Parker, stop acting like this guy is some killer. It’s irrational.” You state, crossing your arms. Parker rolls his eyes and walks back into the shop.
“Hey man, can we use your phone?” Parker asks. The mechanic grins and shakes his head. “Phones broken. But the one in my house works, I’ll take ya to it.” He says, wiping oil off of his pants. As he takes you to the house, you stop by the dog house, looking for the Saint Bernard again. “Ya lookin’ for Bo?” The mechanic chuckled. You nod. “Why don’t you find Bo and I’ll help your friend with the phone, yeah?” He says, going up the trailer home’s front stairs. “Are you sure? I mean, I should probably go with you, Parker.” Parker shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.” You give another nod. “Uh, by the way, what’s your name?” Parkers asks the mechanic. The man smiles. “Rusty, Rusty Smith.” He says, holding out his hand to Parker. The two shake hands and you watch as they disappear into the home.
You begin towards the treeline, calling for Bo. You spot the dog and he barks at you before running into the woods. “Wait!” You shout, running after the dog. You run through the woods, leaves and bushes occasionally scraping your arms and legs. Bo keeps stopping and letting you get close before bounding off again. You groan, beginning to get out of breath, but you still follow the dog.
The sun is setting now and you finally catch up to Bo. You smile and bend down to give him pets. Bo licks your face and gives a small bark. You stand up and look around, realizing that you don’t know which way you had come from. You look at the setting sun and begin to grow anxious. You’re in the middle of the woods, alone, and with no sense of direction. A small breeze causes you to shiver, your tank top and shorts not doing much to keep you warm. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself. You look down at Bo, maybe he would know the way back? Bo begins walking and you follow him. After a few minutes the beam of a flashlight cuts through the night. You shield your eyes and Bo lets out a bark before bounding to whoever was holding the flashlight. You timidly walk over to the figure before it speaks. “There ya are pretty boy.” Rusty chuckles out, moving the beam of the flashlight. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna be lost out here forever!” You say, not noticing the now dried blood on Rusty’s forearms. Rusty chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing Bo was with ya. Let’s get ya back to safety.” He says before beginning to walk.
After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to Rustys shop. It was probably 10 pm by now and you let out a stifled yawn. “Ya tired?” Rusty asks. You nod. “Well you can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, yeah?” He states, opening the home's door. “What about Parker?” You question, looking around for any signs of him. “Oh, he left after you went off to find Bo. He said you probably went back so he left too.” Rusty explains, but you swear you see this sinister look in his eyes. “But…Parker wouldn’t do that…” You respond, beginning to get upset at the fact that Parker had just up and left. Rusty sighs and pats your shoulder. “Told him to just wait. C’mon, let’s get ya some dinner and some rest and then I’ll take ya to your friends tomorrow morning.” You smile at his words and follow him inside.
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Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?
A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.
Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages
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"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"
"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."
Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.
Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.
You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.
You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.
"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.
"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.
"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."
"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.
"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"
His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.
"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"
Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.
"Don' ya dar-"
Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.
"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."
"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.
"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.
"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"
"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.
"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."
"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.
"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.
You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own
Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.
"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.
Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.
Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.
"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.
"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.
You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.
Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.
"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"
All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.
"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.
"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"
"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.
"What?"
"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.
"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.
"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.
"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.
Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.
"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."
"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.
"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.
"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.
"Bout what?"
The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.
"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."
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jimmyssnuggs · 2 months
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Can you do a Gabe imagine pls? Can it be a childhood friend's trope pls?
For as long as you could remember, Gabe Perreault had been a constant in your life. You had met in first grade, the curly haired boy coming up to you, with your tiny pigtails, and insisting he sat next to you. What came next was a friendship that had only grown stronger as each year passed.
You went to every hockey game of Gabe’s that you possibly could, and tagging along on each other's family vacations.
You weren’t sure when things shifted, but ever since you had arrived at Boston College for freshman year, something had been different. A good, but also scary different.
Seeing girls flirt with him makes her sick now. A year ago, she would’ve given him a thumbs up and a smile as encouragement, but now she can’t stomach it.
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It’s a Friday night, and instead of going out to a party, you’re sitting in Conte Forum, watching Gabe’s hockey game, just like every weekend they have a home game. You’re his so-called ‘Good Luck Charm’, deemed when the one game you didn’t go to ended in a loss for Boston College.
Ever since then, you were to be present at every Boston College hockey game, with Gabe’s jersey on, per order of him, Ryan, and Will.
You make your way over to the locker game to see Gabe, like every time. Media is done, and Gabe should be walking out the door any minute now.
“Y/N!” Ryan shouts, running over to you. You spot the familiar brown curls walking behind him, and your stomach flips. “Did you see my goal? It was so sick, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was cool.” You respond halfheartedly, meeting Gabe’s eyes. Ryan shoots you a knowing look, but you swat him.
“Gabe-o!” You shout, throwing your arms around him. His arms go around your waist, steadying the both of you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “You looked like a rockstar out there!”
“Thank’s Y/N/N. You brought us good luck, just like I said you would,” His arms are still around your waist, and the butterflies are multiplying rapidly. “The team and girlfriends are going to the bar tonight, you in?” He looks down at you, and you look up at him.
“Sounds fun. I should probably change out of this though, put on something nicer.” You point down at the jersey.
“Oh, you don’t wanna wear my jersey to the bar?” He mocks fake hurt, his million dollar smile spreading across his face.
“I don’t think this exactly screams ‘bar attire’, so I’m gonna have to say no.” You giggle.
“Fair enough. We can swing by your dorm and then head over.”
“Perfect.”
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The bar is crowded, and Gabe has a tight grip on your hand, in order to not lose you. He’s deep in conversation with Ryan, while you are talking to Ryan’s girlfriend who’s leaning up against him.
You chose not to drink tonight, instead having a diet coke with lime. Someone needs to make sure that everybody finds a safe ride home tonight.
Gabe is not drinking either, figuring you’re gonna need help with rounding up everyone and getting them back.
“Have you told Gabe you liked him?” Ryan’s girlfriend speaks a little too loudly. She’s drunk, and you can’t blame her. Ryan’s eyes widen, and you squirm out of Gabe’s hold.
“Oh, um, look at the time. I should go.” You all but sprint out of the bar, ignoring Gabe’s shouts behind you.
“Y/N, Y/N, wait!” He shouts, but they fall to deaf ears.
“Gabe, go back to the bar. Your teammates need you,” You yell back, not losing your fast pace. But Gabe is faster, and he lifts you off the ground, despite your feet flailing around. “Put me down, now!”
“Sorry, can’t. Not until you stop yelling at me.”
“Please, spare me the embarrassment. You can never speak to me again, just don’t laugh at me.”
“Was she telling the truth? Do you like me?”
It’s a heat of the moment decision, but you decide it’s now or never. Surging forward, your lips meet his, and his hands fall to your waist, pulling you oh so close. It feels like magic; like a years worth of lingering feelings finally coming to a crash in the best way possible.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Yeah, it does.” He goes in for another, hands still on the small of her back to keep them both steady. It feels right, and nothing else could make either of you happier.
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dreamauri · 7 months
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𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part three ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ╮ ┇forgetting is troublesome especially ┇when you used to be enemies !! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst + smut )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 2, 909 ) ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )
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"What's that?" You pulled back Charles' arm to see what he was holding. He put a finger over his mouth signalling for you to stay quiet. Cookies. He stole cookies from the hospitality. "Try one." He whispered, offering one to your lips. You glanced between him and the dough unimpressed. "I thought we were dieting." "Just try it!" He urged and you could help but roll your eyes.
Holding his wrist, you held his hand still as you took a bite. A frown curled on your face as you chewed. "They wouldn't know if we took the whole box right?" You whispered looking around, before pulling his wrist closer and eating the rest.
Charles found himself smiling softly, feeling your lips brush against his fingers. "Come on." You took his other wrist, pulling him back to the hospitality.
You two ended up sharing the entire box in your driver's room, with you laying on the couch discovering tiktok while Charles sat on the floor beside you petting your ashera cat, kiki ( who was purring on your stomach ) while feeding you. "Won't Andrea be mad?" "Not if he doesn't know." Charles chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair out of your mouth.
You looked at him from the side of your eye, opening your mouth for him to put another one. "He'll kill you for being a bad influence." You leaned up taking a bite. "Me? A bad influence?" He teased, receiving a pillow hard on his head.
He watched as the cat leaned into your head scratches and belly rubs. Kiki was a way to get familiar or a taste of parenthood, he'd gotten her to decrease your baby fever while he tried make one with you. 
"What's with sll the shirtless pics? Makes you look like a whore." "It does not." He defended, leaning his head beside yours to watch what you were looking at. Yep, someone had a collection of shirtless Charles Leclercs, and you were looking through each one.
"Your ugly." "You wouldn't have married me if I way ugly." He reminded you and you turned to him unimpressed. Charles gave a knowing smirk before he went back to giving attention and affection to your cat.
Were you lying to yourself? Sure he wasn't ugly with that haircut . . . and those back muscles . . . and that torse . . . and that smile— no! Not his smile! Charles Leclerc had the worst smile. He still doesn't know how to wink!
"How did we meet anyways?" "What? We met in France at . . . 10—" "That's not what I asked. What made me like you?" Charles felt his breath hitch at the memory as he turned to face you slowly. "W—well its a long story, and we don't have enough time before the race." You turned on your side narrowing your eyes at him.
What are you hiding, Charles?
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GASP! "Is that?— No way!" You fangirled, ready to take off only to be pulled back from Charles. He wrapped his arms tight around your stomach, lifting you up to make sure you didn't run off and tackle Andrew Garfield ( seventeen you's crush ). "Leclerc, let me go." You fussed and wriggled only for him to run away with you.
Yeah, if he loosens his grip for a second, he's going to left in the dust for spiderman. He won't lose the prettiest woman on earth for an actor. "I wanna see spider man!" "I— Hey you hear that? Andrea is calling." "BUT SPIDERMAN!!"
You grumbled and huffed angrily as you juggled the tennis balls next to Charles who was putting on his fireproof and zipping up his suit. "I hate you." You reminded Charles throwing one successfully at his head. "You have any idea how much meeting him would've meant to me?" He really didn't.
He took your scolding, feeling his heart clench and sob with each mean insult you threw at him. "Are you really that scared if I met a celebrity? Are you really that fragile and jealous?" You huffed tugging your gloves on and pushing him out of your way to retreive your driving shoes.
"Y/N— I'm sorry." He pulled you back from your hand gently, turning you to face him. He only saw your face fuming and angry, ready to punch his stomach up his throat. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You You tried to pull your hand out of his grip but he was stronger than you for sure.
"Please. I'll get the whole cast. And the cast of the notebook." He tried to take your other hand put you pulled it out of his reach. "I'm an asshole. The biggest asshole. I don't deserve a woman like you. And yes, I am scared of losing a woman like you. You are the only good thing in my life, Y/N, and you don't even remember me . . . Don't you know how much that hurts?"
"I do and that makes it more bearable." Charles sighed, dropping his head, gently running his thumb across your knuckles. ". . . We had . . . a night in Australia . . . and we kept doing it. I asked you out later and we got married in december." He quickly explained clenching his jaw.
"We started of as an affair." You concluded, snatching your hand out of his, absolutely disgusted. "No! No." Charles denied quickly, backing you up in the wall trapping you, holding both your hands. "We had . . . talks and moments. You— you trusted me with your feelings and I thought, I still do think that you are a blessing, heaven on this earth. Sure we kissed and things escalated, but I'd never use your body Y/N."
You sighed as Charles searched for your eyes, trying to get you to look at him. You snickered once you finally looked into his fear stricken ones. "Please believe me when I tell you that I love you and you alone were meant for me.." He shook your hands gently, feeling himself hyperventilate.
"Please believe me when I tell you I love you, you're the best thing That's ever happened to me." The faceless man held your hands close to his chest, leaning close to you. "You're amazing and funny. You can be mean or nice when you need to and you've trusted me with yourself Y/N." "I love you, I really do." He chocked on his sobs, tears streaming down his blurred eyes. "I've you given you my heart. And you alone were meant for me."
"I know it's not like you can gain your memories on command or with a snap of your fingers, and I'm not asking you to do that. Just please . . . work with me—mhh" He moaned against your lips when you pulled him down roughly.
You tugged your hands free. Charles felt his hands twitch missing yours. That feeling was quickly forgotten once he felt your hands pull apart his race suit and zip down the top to pull up his fireproofs. "H—here?" He stuttered between kisses, feeling himself gasp with your hands trailing down his skin, past his waist line and underwear.
"Here." You asserted, pushing him to the couch, climbing on top of him pulling your own red suit off, an accidental hum leaving your lips against Charles. "Then we'll do it right—" He flipped you over, pinning your hands over your head.
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You sadly didn't get to get as far as you would've liked. Charles held your hand as he jogged through the paddock, pulling your dishevelled self along to the garage. The race was starting in a few minutes and you couldn't miss it. YOU WERE THE DRIVER.
You huffed as Charles quickly fixed your hair and suit, helping you strap your helmet and put your gloves on. "I'm not three." "I know that." Charles whined before kissing your cheek from atop your helmet, scurrying off to get himself ready as well.
Sitting in your car, you watched as Charles ran up the grid to you. "Don't crash out, please." He crouched beside you, kissing your cheek. "Mother fucker— just go." You pushed him away, sighing.
You could see the relieved smile that's been plastered on his face since he got to taste you again. You on the other hand felt agitated because he pulled away thousands of a second before you reached your peak. You were going to have to take revenge for that, you thought as you watched him climb the car in front of you.
"Well, David, it's a scorching day here in the heart of Monte Carlo, and the engines are roaring as we prepare for the start of the Grand Prix!" "Absolutely, Martin! And it's not just the weather heating things up. The Leclercs' presence is making waves. Y/N, dealing with amnesia, is a 17-year-old spirit in a 25-year-old body. A unique twist in today's race."
"Indeed, David. It's lights out, and the cars surge forward. Charles Leclerc, starting from the front row, quickly slots into P2 behind Verstappen who's got an amazing start."
Lap 20. — "As we cross the 20-lap mark, disaster strikes for Charles Leclerc! In a bid to block out Perez, he clips the front of the Red Bull, sending both into the barriers." "A heart-stopping moment, Martin. Charles is out of the race, a DNF, and that's a tough blow for the Ferrari driver on his home turf."
"Oh no." You mumbled passing the red and blue cars. You stayed silent once you pressed the radio button. "Yes, Y/N?" The radio was on but you were quiet. "Is he . . . is Charles . . ." "Charles is okay Y/N. He's coming back to the garage right now. Don't worry." "Alright . . ."
Lap 25. — "Meanwhile, Y/N Leclerc's facing her own challenges. After some intense battles, she's fallen to P7. The young racer is under pressure, but she's fighting hard." "She's showing real tenacity out there, Martin. And we've got some team radio messages coming in from Y/N's crew."
"Y/N, keep your focus. We know it's tough, but you've got this. Picking them off one by one." "I know, I know. I'm trying!— Lando stop fucking—" "Stay calm, Y/N. Stay calm." "Yeah yeah."
final Lap. — "And here we are, the final lap of this exhilarating Grand Prix. Verstappen has dominated the race, but behind him, the real battles have raged."
"Absolutely, Martin. And Y/N Leclerc, after a stunning performance, crosses the finish line in P4! What an incredible comeback from the young driver after taking the last 4 rounds off."
"You did it, Y/N! An incredible drive. We're so proud of you!" You Felt yourself screaming in exitment, throwing your fists up in joy. "How many points is that?" "These are 12—" "TWELEVE! OH MY GOD, NO WAY. NO. WAY."
"Verstappen takes the win, David, followed by a sensational Lando Norris in P2 and the seasoned Fernando Alonso in P3." "Monaco has truly delivered, Martin. Drama, determination, and unforgettable moments. That's what the Monte Carlo Grand Prix is all about."
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"Okay, it was a bad race." "It was the shittiest race." Charles corrected you, huffing as he pulled your leg up to undo your shoe laces ( one of the few things you forgot how to do ). And although Charles was fuming, filled with fury and anger, he felt more at ease with your shitty attempts of comfort.
You sighed for the thirtieth time, watching him set your sneakers on the rack and rub his face in his hands. "You're annoying." You reached a hand under your shirt undoing the straps. "I— I know I'm being a hassle and—" Charles looked up to face you only to come face to face with your bra that you were holding up.
You dropped them. Charles was quick to react and catch them, watching your retreating figure pull your shirt off as you walked to the bedroom. "Wait— wait for me." Clothes were quickly abandoned on the floor as charles practically tackled you onto the bed. He couldn't keep his hands or mouth of your breasts that he's missed so much. You could feel your body twitch and tense feeling his warm tongue on your skin.
It was unfamiliar to you, but it felt . . . satisfying, with the way charles was doing it. He kissed and licked and nibbled on every inch of your skin, practically ripping your panties off so he could reach what he needed.
"No teasing this time." You pushed his head away when he tried to lick up your arousal. "Condoms." You pointed at the drawer. And he obeyed, quickly sliding one on. With his gentle touch, Charles pulled you to stand on your knees, your back to his chest with your arms holding his biceps that wrapped tightly around your stomach.
"Haa! Fuck!" You tried to jump out of hold at the weird sensation, the stretch felt . . . Foreign. But you didn't not like it. "Hey- hey. Relax. Breath." Charles pulled you further into his chest, kissing the spot behind your ear. "I got you. We can stop whenever you wan- ow!"Your body jolted feeling him push you down to take him further, head involtarily snapping vacation and hitting his nose. "Shit- I'm sorry." You tried to turn and check on him but Charles only laughed quietly.
'She apologized?'
"I'm okay." "I swear if you're lying—" "—I'm not. I'm not." He assured you quickly making you slimb your body in relief. "Let's take things . . . Slower?" He offered slowly, gently setting you dowm on your chest.
"How did we do it the first time?" "Oh wow, that tales me back . . ." ". . . You don't remember?" "—I do! It was my first." He defended, pulling you to straddle his lap. "I rode you? What kind of sex was that?"
"Well you took lead." That idea wasn't so bad. You watched as he intertwined your fingers with his, bending his knees so he could keep a steady pace. With a deep breath, you sank down slowly. The pain was almost non-existent from all the times you did it before. You felt on fire, leaning your hands on his to keep yourself up.
"Ready?" "Just go already." Almost immediately when his hips thrusted upward a moan left your mouth feeling him push deeper than you had settled with. "Charles— Fuck!" The monogasque held you up from your hips before you face planted in his chest.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, gripping his pecks while he kept a steady pace. Charles felt complete finally, he felt at home with you. You weren't usually this loud but he wasn't going deny the extra treats.
You switched position a few times, but you stuck with prone; with Charles pinning your hands above your head, he littered your chest neck and collar with small bites and licks.
He knew you were close from your mannerisms, having been married to you for 4 years and with you for almost 6. Charles fucked you through your orgasm while you engraved ten red lines down his shoulder and back.
"E—enough." You hiccuped, trying to push him away. "Almost there, Amour. Please just a little bit more." He begged in your ear, picking up just pace. Your body twitched and flinched every few thrusts and you grew tired and limp in his arm. "Wait wait." His voice was thinner and lower as he chased his high.
How more was a little bit? How more could this man go? Charles must've been making up for the few months you missed. You were tired yes, but watching him so desperately beg and whine and moan on top of you felt . . . It felt satisfying.
His body was sweaty with hair sticking to his forehead as he rocked back and forth repeatedly. "Mon Amour, mon Amour." He begged and he begged and he begged, squeezing his eyes shut so he could only feel and hear you.
He only opened his eyes again when he felt your finger tips ( that had thrown tennis balls at him this morning ) brush his hair from his eyes and wipe the desperate and needy tears that trailed down his eyes.
You were so gentle with him. How could you not? He was giving all of himself to you. Why were you being so mean and cruel to him? You watched your heart skip a beat as he nuzzles his cheek in your hand, taking your wrists and pressing soft kisses to your palm. He was practically worshipping you. And he was.
"Je t'aime— fuck fuck! Y/N!" He finished with a final few thrusts, finally stopping to catch his breath. You watched him pull out and flop on your chest, back rising up and down as he nuzzles in your neck. "Amour." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses to your jaw .
You've never seen him in such a state before. So vulnerable and open and weak. You could hurt him, you could win the game. But you didn't, instead resting your head on his back, patting him gently as you two fell asleep tangled I each other. Charles might've been not so bad after all.
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sethsclearwater · 10 months
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request: “could you write a poly embry, paul, and reader oneshot where embry is feeling left out or insecure because he’s not as outgoing or popular as paul and doesn’t get why you love him too and reader comforts him?? i love the angst and drama 🤭 thanks for all u do for the twilight fandom 💕” and “could you do a poly!paulxreaderxembry smutty imagine where embry feels like he isn’t good enough for reader and she shows him how much she loves him and paul walks in at the end like ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me’ and reader is just a giggling mess and spends the rest of the day cuddling with her boys?”
warnings: smut, dom-ish!embry, sub-ish!reader (rip paul - no smut for him lmao)
word count: 2.14k
you and paul had spent the prior evening at a friend’s house party while your other imprinter, embry, was on patrol. the three of you had managed to work out your polyamorous relationship without too much of a hitch and all seemed to be going well. the three of you had moved into an apartment together and you loved that you were able to spend even more time with the two of them than you had before. 
the morning following your night out, you woke up to both boys’ sides of the bed to be empty which was quite unusual. as you woke yourself up, you opened your phone to see a text from paul letting you know that he was on patrol but nothing from embry.
“embry,” you called softly, figuring he must’ve just gotten up at some point during the night. sure enough, your other imprinter stepped into the room a moment later, looking a bit defeated to say the least.
you frowned when you saw his expression, “‘s wrong?” you murmured, crawling over to the edge of the bed to take his hands and tug him over to you. 
“‘s nothing.” he reassured, giving your hands a soft squeeze and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your head. 
you shook your head, “c’mere,” you encouraged, tugging him down so you could lay down with him. he obliged, laying back down in the bed and allowing you to curl into his side, “you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” you asked softly, running your hand up and down his bare abdomen soothingly as you patiently waited for his response. 
of your two imprinters, embry was definitely the more quiet of the two, always needing a bit of extra coaxing to get him to talk to you about what was on his mind. 
he let out a heavy sigh, running his free hand through his hair as he squeezed you closer to him with his other hand, clearly trying to think of how to answer your question, “i just don’t know why you love me sometimes.” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper as he admitted his feelings to you.
you frowned at that, shifting a bit so you could get a better look at him, “why would you think that?” you asked softly, sliding your hand up to his face to gently cup at his jaw, rubbing soothing circles against the skin there as you allowed him a moment to think about his response.
he sighed again, “i don’t know,” he murmured, “i just see you with paul, and you two work so well together,” he said softly before adding, “and we do too but it’s not the same, you know? like he just always has something to bring you to or someone for you to meet and i never do.” 
“oh em,” you cooed, “i’m sorry.” you whispered, sliding your hand down to his bicep to hug him. embry quickly reciprocated the action, both of you holding each other close for a few breaths as you processed his confession to you. 
“you know that’s why i love you, right?” you asked softly after a moment, peeking up at him and offering him a small smile, “i love that you don’t go out as much as he does. paul would drive me nuts if it was just the two of us.” you giggled and embry let out a breathy laugh at your comment, “you’re great whenever i wanna stay in - paul is not.” you giggled again, “i think it’s perfect.” you added, smiling softly at him.
embry noticeably relaxed a bit at your reassurance, shoulders dropping as he hugged you closer to him, pressing his lips to your hair for a moment, “i love you.” he murmured and you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
“i love you too em,” you reassured, peeking up at him when he loosened his grip on you, “have you talked to paul about it yet?” you asked softly and he nodded, letting out another soft sigh.
“he said i should talk to you about it.” he explained, threading his fingers through your hair soothingly.
you nodded, “well for once in his life he was right,” you said, both of you letting out breathy laughs at your comment, “you wanna do a movie day today?” you asked softly before adding, “it’s horrible outside.” 
he nodded, a small smile on his face, “that sounds nice.” he murmured, pausing for a moment before adding, “thank you.” 
you smiled, “anything for my big guy,” you giggled, rolling over so you were straddling his waist, “so you gonna let me show you how much i love you?” you asked softly, a teasing smile on your face as you sat up, running your fingers down his bare abdomen to his sweatpants, dancing your fingers along the thin waistband as you waited for his response. 
he let out a breathy laugh, nodding, “that’d be nice.” he whispered and you beamed at him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before sitting back up to pull your shirt up and toss it to the side.
lucky for you, paul had made quite a scene the night before after railing you in the bathroom after you two returned from the party, insisting that you went to bed in nothing but his t-shirt. embry also seemed pleased at this discovery, quickly sliding his hands up your sides before settling at your breasts where he quickly palmed them in his hands, taking your nipples between his fingers and teasingly rolling them.
you let out a low moan at the sensation, subconsciously squeezing your legs against embry, “such a pretty little thing,” embry murmured as you threw your head back, moaning as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, chuckling when he saw the way you were already dripping a combination of both yours and paul’s releases from the night before.
he slid his hands down to your waist, about to move to roll on top of you before you stopped him, sliding your hands down your sides to rest on top of his, “wanna ride you.” you whispered and he sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before nodding.
you giggled at his reaction, knowing how much he loved having you ontop. you were generally what many would call a ‘pillow princess’ and rarely offered to ride either one of your imprinters. paul was generally the only one who could get you to do it, usually only coaxing you into it when he refused to let you cum any other way so your offer was more than a welcome surprise for embry.
“you want my fingers first?” embry asked softly, eyes softening at he looked up at you and patiently waited for your response.
you shook your head, lifting your hips to you could slide your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, gently tugging his cock up to free it from its restraints which had embry letting out a low groan. “already stretched out from last night,” you explained and embry chuckled softly, lifting his hips a bit to kick his sweatpants to the side so you could have better access to him.
“go slow then, okay? i don’t wanna hurt you.” he asked softly and you giggled, rolling your eyes as you lifted your hips to line him up with your entrance. you completely ignored embry’s instructions, immediately sinking all the down on his cock which had both of you letting out groans as you connected, “fuck-” embry groaned as you rolled your hips against his in an attempt to accommodate him. 
you let out a small whimper as you accommodated his length, always managing to forget that he had more girth than paul which regularly came to bite you in the ass in situations like these, “you have no idea how good you feel right now,” embry groaned, tightening his grip on your hips to hold you in place, “feels okay?” he asked breathlessly after a moment, clearly doing his best to not cum from you just sliding down his cock.
you nodded, letting out an exhale before responding, “you feel so good.” you murmured, “can you help me?” you asked softly and he nodded, already knowing what you meant as he lifted your hips up, helping you set a steady rhythm of rolling your hips against his, steadily sliding up and down his length. 
“fuck em-” you whimpered, placing your hands on his abdomen in an attempt to steady yourself as you felt yourself getting dizzy from all the pleasure coursing through your system. embry let out a breathy laugh, dropping his thumb to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs, smiling to himself when you let out a loud moan as he started rubbing slow, tight circles against the nub.
“that’s my girl,” embry murmured, letting out a low groan when your walls fluttered around him at his words, “you gonna cum on my cock?” he asked, knowing how ridiculously paul had your head fucked up with asking to cum before coming undone on either of the boys. 
you nodded, “can i?” you whimpered, letting out a low whine when he thrust his hips up to meet yours, sending a sharp wave of pleasure up your spine.
“go ahead,” embry encouraged, “you feel so good babe,” he added, knowing how much you loved the positive praise from him, something paul rarely did with you. 
the lewd moans you were letting out usually would’ve had you concerned you’d be waking the neighbors up, but you couldn’t have cared less at this point. the only thing on your mind was cumming as quickly as you possibly could.
so when embry rolled your clit between his fingers, you were quick to fall right over the edge to your orgasm, throwing your head back as you let out a loud moan. the way you pulsed around embry had him cumming right after you, embry let out a loud groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he spilled into you. 
he slowed you hips, allowing you to fully sink down on his length as the two of you came down from your highs, “c’mere,” embry murmured before he pulled you down so you could lay down on him, “such a good girl,” he whispered, running his hands up and down your back soothingly. 
you took a couple deep breaths with him, both of you relaxing into eachother before the all too familiar sound of the third member of your trio pulled you back to reality, “look so fuckin hot riding him.” paul mused as he dried his hair off with one of the towels from your bathroom. he looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower, only wearing a pair of low hanging sweatpants as he dried himself off.
you giggled, smiling at him, “how long have you been home?” you asked softly, sliding your hand up embry’s chest until you found his free hand and quickly laced your fingers together.
paul smiled at you, “long enough to hear you offering to ride him.” he teased and embry let out a chuckle as you giggled, blushing as you realized he must’ve seen and/or heard most of your little rendezvous. 
“you staying here for the rest of the day?” you asked softly, reaching your other hand out to paul which he gladly took, tossing the towel to the side before getting in bed next to the two of you.
“yea,” he reassured, “you gonna let embry get you cleaned up while i make some breakfast?” he asked and you nodded, smiling at him before you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his lips. 
“okay i’ll be back in a minute.” he cooed, pressing one final kiss to your lips before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 
you turned your attention back to embry, smiling softly at him, “feeling better?” you asked softly, giggling when he let out a breathy laugh.
“much better.” 
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engie-ivy · 1 year
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For @wolfstarmicrofic 🎆
5th: Fireworks
Remus doesn’t believe it exists. Sirius claims it happened to him once.
Re-ignite
Remus toes off his shoes and walks into Sirius’ bedroom, to see if he’s still awake.
Sirius looks up from where he had been scrolling through his phone as Remus flops down onto his bed next to him. He puts his phone away and rolls onto his side to look at Remus.
“You’re home late. D’you have fun?”
“I did,” Remus replies, stretching and also rolling onto his side, facing Sirius. “We had dinner, then a few drinks. T’was a nice evening.”
“Sooo,” Sirius smirks. “Did you kiss him?”
“I did,” Remus replies, trying to sound casual, like it’s no big deal. He’s still not entirely used to actually having a dating life, and always feels a little flustered talking about these sort of things.
“And...?”
“It was... good.”
“Good? Just good?”
Remus lightly shoves Sirius. “What? What’s wrong with good? Good is... well, good.”
“Oh, good would be fine,” Sirius says. “If I had asked how your pizza tasted. But for your first kiss with the guy you’ve been dating? You want better than good! You want fireworks!”
Remus snorts. “Fireworks when you kiss someone for the first time is just a myth.”
Sirius makes a face. “God, Remus. You’re so unromantic!”
“I don’t think my attempts at romance will get any better if I start waiting for a first kiss that’ll give me fireworks. Highly unlikely it’ll ever happen. I always thought a first kiss should be a little awkward, but gets better once you get more familiar with each other and start to like each other more, rather than fireworks from the very start,” Remus says, rolling his eyes.
“I suppose it doesn’t happen for everyone,” Sirius admits. “But even if it’s a rare thing, it does exist!”
“Did you ever experience it?” Remus asks curiously.
Sirius is silent for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. “Once,” he eventually replies. “It definitely wasn’t some movie scene or anything. We were drunk at a party, many things of that night are hazy, but the moment he kissed me...” For a moment, Sirius has this far-away, dreamy expression on his face, before giving himself a shake. “Yeah, definitely fireworks.”
Remus feels a pang of jealousy. (Because Sirius experienced a Firework-Kiss and he didn’t? Because Sirius didn’t tell him about this before? Because another guy made Sirius feel- No. He refuses to dwell on that thought.)
Remus notices Sirius is studying him closely, like he’s trying to gauge his reaction, so he quickly hides his inner turmoil behind an easy smile. “So what happened? Did you end up going on a date with him?”
Sirius shakes his head. “Nah, I actually don’t think he felt the same.”
“You think? You mean you didn’t ask?”
“It was a heat-of-the-moment-thing,” Sirius protests. “We both had too many drinks. I didn’t dare to bring it up afterwards, too afraid it would only make things awkward.”
“That’s a shame,” Remus mumbles. “If it’s such a rare thing, it kinda seems like you should hold onto it once you find it.”
Sirius doesn’t say anything, and Remus starts to drift off.
“Oi! No falling asleep in my bed!”
Remus opens one eye while nuzzling the pillow. “But I’m comfy! I don’t wanna get up.”
“I can’t...” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Just not tonight, okay, Rem?”
Remus pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at Sirius questioningly.
Sirius manages a grin and playfully whacks Remus with his pillow. “You might start dreaming about snogging Dearborn, and I don’t want you in my bed for that.”
He says it as a joke, but his voice sounds strained, and there’s an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.
“Alright then.” Remus rolls out of the bed. “Goodnight, Sirius.”
“So you broke up with Caradoc?” Lily asks, taking a sip from her cappuccino.
Remus scrunches up his nose. “We weren’t actually in a relationship. We were just dating.”
“But not anymore?”
“Not anymore,” Remus agrees, stirring milk through his Earl Grey. “I was hoping it would still come, you know? But I was just fooling both of us. The truth is, I just didn’t feel anything whilst kissing him.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lily says. “You always did seem to have fun together. But you know best how you feel, or, well, don’t feel.”
“Do I?” Remus leans back on his chair. “Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe I’m putting way too much value on just a kiss. I mean, do I even know how a kiss is supposed to feel like? Like, how many times have I kissed someone? There were those few snogs with Benjy back at school, then Mary once, just out of curiosity, and now these dates with Caradoc.”
“And that one time with Sirius, at James’ birthday party,” Lily adds.
“And that one time with- Wait, what?”
Lily shakes her head. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Your memory has always been terrible when you drink.” Then she frowns slightly. “I’m surprised Sirius never told you, though.”
Remus just gapes at her.
“You actually did seem rather pleased with that kiss,” Lily continues. “Wouldn’t shut up about it being so mind-blowing or something. Maybe next time you should be kissing someone after a few drinks,” Lily chuckles, and then adds, almost as an afterthought “Or maybe you should be kissing Sirius.”
It’s clearly supposed to be just a meaningless joke, but Remus can’t get the words out of his head anymore.
You should be kissing Sirius.
Remus walks into Sirius’ bedroom and lies down beside him on his bed, which isn’t particularly strange for him to do, as they often have late night conversations like this. What is unusual, though, is the way Remus is looking at Sirius without saying anything, before reaching out, and placing a tentative hand on Sirius’ cheek.
Sirius’ breath hitches. “Remus...”
“Please,” Remus whispers. “Please let me remember. Please let me see it.”
Sirius stares at him for a moment, and then gives an almost imperceptible nod.
Remus slowly leans in and kisses him.
And there it is. Bright. Beautiful. Breathtaking.
Fireworks.
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Hello, I have a request, do you write short stories if yes can you make a funny short story about the task force 141
Gaz losses a bet with Soap so Soap dares Gaz to flirt with Ghost as a joke to see his reaction, Gaz is a little scared Ghost might beat the crap out of him, when he walks over to Ghost at the opposite side of the room, he just say a couple of corney put up lines like "I'm usually on top of things, would you like to be one of them?" Ghost looks at him confused wanting to know what the hell is going on while Soap and Price are dying from laughter
“Are you high?”
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“I bet that I can do over hundred push-up.” Gaz says with a prideful smile. “Against Soap.”
“You bet?” soap response looking up from his gun. “I mean, what are we betting?”
“Loser does anything the winner wants.” Gaz says dropping his gear next to him. “Price will do the counting.”
“I never agreed to any of this shit.” Price responds quickly looking up his book. “But, this seems interesting.”
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“On your marks..set..” Price held a moment of silnce as the two men held their push up positions. “Go!”
The two men started to do their push-ups.
“Twenty.” Price says looking at the two men. “Twenty seven.”
Soap look at the struggling Gaz— his arms were shaking but so were his. He could give up any moment but so could he. This continued on for a few more minutes. Both struggling to lift their bodies up and straighten up. Price took note of this and shook his head. He honestly expected better out of his men kids. Gaz look at soap and his arm shook under the pressure of his weight.
“Seven eight.” Price says paying close attention to their form. Gaz slips and hits his face on the way down. “And soap wins!”
“Damn it!” Gaz says with a groan. “All fair..”
Soap lets his body fall and he smiles. Knowing a dare he has been wanting to do someone. Ghost enters the room and sees them laying down. He doesn’t dare question because that would involve an unnecessary conversation. He walks to his cot and sits down looking at the floor.
Soap and Gaz sit up and stare at each other. Price sits down on his chair again and goes back to his book.
“Well you know what we bet.” Soap says with a devilish smile. “Go flirt with Ghost.”
“What.” Gaz says looking up quickly at soap. He was serious about the words that slipped his mouth. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope, now come on lad.” Soap says getting up and extending his hand out. “Getting cold feet now?”
“…What if he beats the shit out of me.” Gaz says in a low whisper. “He can.. destroy me in one blow of his fist.”
“He wouldn’t..” Price says not looking up firm his book. “Most practical thing he would do is yell.”
“Ghost yell?” Soap says turning to Price. “I never truly heard ghost yell unless his mad.”
“You aren’t helping.” Gaz says panicked. “I’ll take your duty of training the rookies.”
“I actually like it, I get to torment them.” Soap responds looking Gaz. “Now, don’t chicken out mate.”
Gaz shook his head and started to walk to ghost. Price look up form his book and then turn to soap.
“His actually gonna do it?” Price asks looking at him. “I didn’t think he had the balls to do it.”
“He doesn’t, watch him back out.” Soap says with a laugh. Ghost looks up to soap laughter. “Oh looks like his awake.”
Gaz stops a few inches away from ghost. Ghost looks at Gaz a bit confused by his anxious behavior. Gaz sits next to him on his cot and gives him a smile.
“The fuck are you doing?” Ghost asks in his annoyed British voice.
Gaz took a small breath and place his arm around his shoulder. Gaz look at him and smile, a subduction smile.
��Are you tired?” Gaz asks ghost with some fear. Ghost turns his attention to him and glares at him. “..are you?”
“Why..?” Ghost asks confusion. “But.. uh I am..”
“Because you been running all over my mind.” Gaz says grabbing his face. “..Wanna run down on something else?”
Ghost stares at him deep into confusion. Then soap holds onto price holding his laugh in. Price looks at the confuse look on ghost and then shakes his head.
“The fuck are you on?” Ghost says moving his face away from Gaz hands. “Are you high?”
“For you.” Gaz says more confident than before. “..Always for you Ghosty.”
Ghost gets up and stares at Gaz, slight angry filling his eyes. He turns to look at Soap and Price. Both avoiding his gaze and holding in laughter.
“Ghost, I’m usually on top of things.” Gaz says getting up and placing his hand on Ghost chest. “Would you like to be one them?”
Soap has enough as a concern Ghost backs away from Gaz. Soap bursts out laughing as Price chuckles and shakes his head. Gaz gives ghost a nervous smile.
“The fuck is wrong with all of you?” Ghost says leaving the room in deep confusion. “Jesus Christ..”
“I won’t forget this Soap.” Gaz says turning to them. “Just you fucking wait.”
“Oh trust me.. I don’t think none of us will.” Soap manages to say while still laughing. “Best shit I seen in this whole base.”
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A/n: I really hope this what you had in mind! Sorry if it seems to lack reliable source of the background. If you anymore requests I would love to write them! This was fun and interesting to write!
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oh-surprise-its-me · 6 months
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Roy/Jamie idea: Set after Roy and Keeley break up. Roy and Jamie start training and end up hooking up. They keep seeing each other for months and Jamie couldn't be more happier or in love, until Roy drops a bomb on everything by saying he and Keeley are gonna get back together. Jamie realizes that while he thought they were in a relationship, Roy was having him just as a rebound. Jamie is completely shattered, but somehow holds it together. Roy and Keeley get back together, Jamie basically feels abandoned as Roy no longer spends much time with him. His wounds keep festering and his anger keeps building until one day he sees Roy and Keeley being all lovey dovey and HE LOSES HIS FUCKING SHIT! He rips Roy to shreds in front of everyone. Keeley and the lads are appalled, Roy is stunned, Jamie runs off, everyone is fucking pissed at Roy. Keeley immediately breaks up with him and urges Roy to get Jamie back. Roy has to go chasing after Jamie, but catches him eventually. It's this giant wreck of a situation that they will have to work extra hard to rebuild from. Roy's an ass, but not cruel, just totally oblivious to the fact that he had a boyfriend all along.
Owwww
Roy can’t believe he was so stupid. How he missed this he’ll never know.
Of course he was in a relationship with Jamie. Phoebe has literally called Jamie is boyfriend. Roy finds Jamie sitting in his car.
He’s not moving just sitting and staring at the wheel. Roy opens the door and slides in.
“I’m sorry.”
Jamie jumps. Almost like he didn’t process someone there. He turns and looks at Roy. Really looks at him. “You’re an absolute dick. Jesus Christ go away Roy.”
Fuck Roy. Jamie’s been crying. Quite a bit from the looks of it. Roy reaches out and touches Jamie’s hand.
Jamie flinches. Flinches
Roy can’t believe himself. Can’t believe he had this man in his bed crying two weeks ago and lost that for someone he doesn’t even love in that way anymore. Because look, Roy will always love Keeley. But Christ apparently he loves Jamie more. Apparently he fell in love with Jamie.
Apparently they were dating.
Jamie scrubs at his face to make the tears stop again. He shoves at Roy’s shoulder half heartedly. “Can you leave granddad. Kinda having a pity party.”
Roy winces. Yeah that’s deserved. Everything Jamie said was deserved.
“I didn’t know. Thought you were fucking people on the side. I didn’t want to get attached. Said we were just hooking up for plausible deniability. It’s a fucked reason but it’s true.”
Jamie cracks a grin. It’s lightly manic. He stares straight at Roy. “I shared things about my childhood that I’ve never told anyone Roy. Took you out on dates. You went with me on dates. We were dating.”
Roy nods. What else can he do besides agree. Jamie is so right. “You’re right. I fucked it. But I want to fix it. Keeley broke up with me. Said we deserve each other and she isn’t standing in the way of that. Christ Jamie I think I’m in love with you if you’ll give me time to think about it.”
Jamie laughs. “You’re fucking with me. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15 mate. How didn’t you see that shit.” Roy shakes his head, “dunno. But I regret and apologize for everything that caused you pain.”
“Oh.”
Roy gives him a small smile, “yeah oh. I like you Jamie, wanna date you while knowing we’re dating. Wanna hold your hand and smash a camera for you.”
Jamie smiles. He reaches over and takes Roy’s hand he dropped earlier. “Gotta say that’s pretty romantic. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.”
Roy touches Jamie’s cheek with his other hand, “can I kiss you officially as your boyfriend?” Jamie lightly blushes, “yeah prick go ahead.” Roy does.
It’s a good first kiss all things considered. Nice. Comforting. Reminds roy of the last few months.
He pulls away suddenly. “You’ve got all of my non black hoodies don’t you??” Jamie blushes red. “To be fair. I always steal my partner’s clothing. You just didn’ realize.”
Roy blinks. “Is that why I always want to fuck you when you’re in that navy blue sweater? Some monkey brain part of me knew it was mine?”
Jamie let’s put a laugh. “Yeah babe sure.” Roy shakes his head. “Let’s go back to your place. I’ll cook and apologize more.” Jamie nods. “Sure.” He squeezes Roy’s hand.
They’re a bit fucked up right now but they’ll figure things out.
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themultifandomgal · 2 months
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From 2010- Back On Tour
2012
Part 17 
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3rd January 2012 Bournemouth
“How are you all doing tonight?” I ask grabbing my water bottle and taking a sip. The crowd all scream “good. Did you all have a good Christmas?” I ask putting my bottle down and one again everyone screams “ok. Now we thought it would be fun to play a game with you. I’m going to ask one of you to hum a tune, the boys are going to each have a buzzer and guess what song your humming. Sound good? Ok. To make this fair I have a bowl full of rows and seat numbers. Ok let’s start” I dip by hand into the bowl and pull out a piece of paper “row L seat 5” a member of our team make their way over to a girl who then hums a tune. Harry quickly presses the buzzer
“Easy, that’s Teenage Dream. YN loves that song”
“One point for Harry. Ok next… row A seat 9” again the member of our team takes a microphone to another girl who hums. This time Louis presses the buzzer
“She makes me wanna?” the girl shake her head and hums again Liam buzzes
“Yeahx3?” again the girl shakes her head
“We give up” Harry says
“It was Give Me Everything”
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4th January 2012 Birmingham
“Hello Birmingham!” Harry says smiling “YN how does it feel to perform here?”
“Crazy. I saw my first ever concert here so it feels very surreal”
“YNs family are all here and once again cookie is sleeping in her dressing room” Louis says when the whole arena start saying ‘aww’ I turn around and see a photo of cookie asleep on the sofa “isn’t she sweet?”
“She’s an angel”
“We’ve got some tweets we want to go through with you. Ok first one is ‘what did you get for Christmas? YN did you get another dog?”
“No” I pout, “but I did get a painting of cookie. Zayn what did you get”
“Hulk boxers”
“And he’s wearing them tight now aren’t you!” Louis laughs
“Ok next question ‘did you get each other presents?’” Harry asks
“I am their present” Liam jokes and I roll my eyes
“Will cookie come with you for the whole of tour?” Zayn asks
“No she’s going to go stay with my best friend Emma so that my dad can fly out to us more”
“Who is messiest?”
“Harry” we all say and point at him. He holds both his hands up in the air in defence
“YNs no better. Have you seen her makeup area on the bus?” I again roll my eyes.
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5th January 2012 Plymouth
During What Makes You Beautiful I have to run across the stage. Every night so far has go ok expect tonight. Earlier on in the night I spilt my water on stage and unfortunately I go flying landing on my butt making the boys all look at me. Harry and Louis look at one another then nod running towards me then ‘falling’ on the floor while Zayn and Liam laugh
“I’ve lost where we even are in the song” I say as Zayn helps me up. The fans then help us get back on track.
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7th January 2012 Nottingham
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During the Twitter segment someone asks if we can show everyone how to do the Macarena. I stand in between Zayn and Louis and we all do the Macarena while the fans sing for us. I turn to face Zayn and we both burst out laughing at one another
“Ok next question. Do an impression of each other” Louis says. Niall does his impression of Louis
“Alright lads and lass ayup I’m from Yorkshire Doncaster ya might know it I just like chillin” Zayn does an impression of Louis
“Err it’s me Zayn. Listen I don’t like dancing, but I do like singing” Liam does an impression of Niall. I do one of Liam and Harry does an impression of me
“Hi I’m YN” he says high pitched making me laugh “I sing really high and I can’t sleep unless I’ve hand a cup of tea and 2 biscuits. I also love my dog more than my bandmates”
“Not wrong” I joke making them all look offended “but Harry we can’t forget about you” I clear my throat “ m’Harry Styles and I annoy my housemates when I bring girls home” the truth is he doesn’t, or at least not like that. For some reason the label want him to basically be a womaniser, but that’s really not him. He’s the shy boy who actually gets nervous talking to girls. It’s actually really cute.
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8th January 2012 Brighton
For the whole show so far I haven’t been able to hear myself once which means I’ve been off pitch the whole time
“I wanna dance with somebody feel the heat with somebody. Yeah dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me” I sing and sigh looking over at Niall who gives me a little smile. I walk back and look to the people who are stood in the side wings while the boys carry on singing. I point to my ears and shout at them that I can’t hear anything. Before we sing moments I decide to take my in ears out
“YN’s gonna be deaf by the end of the night” Liam sings
“I can’t bloody hear anything. I’ve been off pitch all night. I think my in ears are broke”
“How have you broken them?” Louis asks
“She throws them on the floor as soon as she gets in her dressing room” Alex shouts from side stage
“Alex just said that you throw them on the floor is that right?” Zayn points his mic to me as if this is an interview
“No… maybe ok moving on this next song is Moments”
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11th January 2012 London
Back in London and for some weird reason the fans have took to throwing things on stage. Mainly bras and pants.
I’m stood next to Harry as we sing I Wish when a bottle comes flying at us. Harry places his hand in front of my face and bats the bottle away
“Guys let’s not throw full bottles at us” he says during the song
“Thanks” I reply and Harry smiles down at me. At the end of the song Harry takes his in ear out
“You ok?” he asks. I take mine out and reply
“Yeah I’m fine” while we’re stood talking Louis goes on to talk about how that could have really hurt one of us if it had hit us and that it’s a hazard to throw things on the stage incase we fall.
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Baby blurb with Robin ‘I wish we realized we liked each other sooner’<3<3<3
tysm for ur request! ♡ fem!reader | 0.7k words
Robin has a really old rug in her room. It's rough under your cheek and smells of baking soda from vacuuming. It's far from dirty – she takes meticulous care of everything fabric, it's just old.
Despite a clumsy and frenetic outlook on life, she can be quite rigid when it comes to these things. Clean rug, clean bed, fluffed pillows. 
She lays with her head under one such pillow, her hair a soft halo of delicate browns. You look up at her from the pages of your book as she turns a page of her own. 
You love her. You love spending time with her. Talking to her is everything you could ever want, but the weekends are long and eventually you run out of things to talk about and kisses to give her, at least for a little while. And so you read your books and listen to Blondie and let waves of content wash over you one after another. There's nowhere else you'd rather be. 
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" she asks. 
She has this way of speaking that's just fucking beautiful. Her lilting cadence, the soft melodical quality to her light teasing, it burns you up like a match to rice paper. 
"You," you answer honestly. 
"Wanna come think about me… up here?" She raises her eyebrows and smiles pertly. 
You leave your book behind; her tone of voice makes you think you won't be doing much reading. Her hands only solidify that, her long fingers quick to wrap around your wrists and cradle. She touches you like you're made of hollowed glass. 
You climb onto her made bed and station yourself on top of one of her thighs, kneeling, interlocked. You grasp her wrists like she has yours and smile at her, devoting the slope of her eyebrows and the straight edging of her dark lashes to memory. Her freckles sit like blown dandelion seeds over her pale cheeks. You lean forward to kiss them and she lets you, but she laughs the whole while. 
"You like me," she teases. 
"A little," you concede, setting back. 
She runs her hands up the lengths of your arms, her short fingernails scratching the crook of your elbow and then up until they're sliding under your short sleeves. She shakes her hair out of her face and looks up at you like she's seeing you for the first time. 
"A lot," you say. 
"Do you remember," she starts, eyes on your collar and then sliding up, almost shyly, "when I came by your job and they had that tower of Christmas candles, and I smelled them all-" 
"For two hours?" 
She blushes fast. It's the prettiest thing you've ever seen. "Not two hours! An hour, at most." 
"Oh, right, you spent the next hour looking at hand creams." 
"And aren't my hands just so soft," she drawls, rubbing the lengths of your arms until you're putty in her hold. 
You huff a laugh and nod. Something sharp hits you, that awful feeling when you love someone, where all you can think about is how one day you might mess it up. Or worse, one day you won't get to do this, won't get to sit in her lap and kiss her and love her, because something bad might happen. 
"I wish we realised we liked each other sooner," Robin says. 
You laugh wetly. "I was just thinking the same thing." 
You blink back tears, startled at the depth of your own emotion, and wrap your arms around her neck. She has no choice but to accommodate you and she does it fervently, smelling of dewberry and clean laundry and the cherry smackers on her lips. 
"How many times did I rent Personal Best?" you ask.
"I thought you liked track!" 
"Well I don't," you smush into her neck. "I liked you."
Even though she knows it, it's fun to say. It's more than fun – it's bright. It's a lightness. 
She slouches down into the pillows and takes you with her, shuddering as she vies for the skin of your back under your shirt. "All that time…" We wasted.
"I don't know," you murmur. "It was fun, wasn't it? And- and to know I could have you after everything-" You tilt your head back to kiss her cheek. "That was the second best feeling in the world." 
"Second?" 
You smile into her skin. This is the first. 
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sophiewritesworld · 2 years
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Dating Eddie would include ...
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader A/N: It's part of my grieving process.
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Dating Eddie is a BIIIIG Adventure (Yes, capital A).
You had the biggest crush on him ever for the longest time possible but since you hang with the popular crowd, the only way for you to get close to him is through drugs.
At first, he thinks you're just making fun of him so he refuses but you insist, almost begging him to meet you in his regular spot. Thinking about it, you cringe at how desperate you sounded.
You buy from him. Once. Twice. Five. Ten times. Each time, you talk more to each other, you laugh more and just that makes you happier than ever.
You never use whatever you buy from him though. You hide the tiny bags in a metal box underneath a broken floor board in your closet.
It takes you a while and a whole load of courage to tell him the truth. Again he thinks you're messing with him, which lowkey breaks your heart because you thought you built some sort of trust overtime. And when you're sad, you get frustrated and just run away because you know you'll start crying. “You know what? Forget about it, I shouldn't have said anything.”
But it's Eddie and he is not the type to run away from things (we wish he did in volume 2). “Why would you like someone me?”
You find yourself sitting on the wooden bench listing every little thing you like about. From his insane hair to his incredible confidence. You do it in one go, you even gesture him not to talk when you see him about to say something, you don't want him to cut you off, you need him to listen. “You couldn't just talk to me like a normal human being would do, could ya?”
That's how it all started.
Eddie teaches you how to play guitar.
One afternoon while chilling in his bedroom, he grabs his guitar and starts playing one of your favorite songs of his.
“Teach me how play. Something easy though.” You say when he finishes playing.
So he does. Whenever you have a moment, he'd sit behind you on the bed, holding the guitar on your lap and guides you.
You're a fast learner and before he knows it, you also play songs he taught you.
And D&D.
Your interest in the game grows bigger each time you see him plan a campaign and be so invested in it.
His passion shows and you just want to share this with him.
So you ask him to explain the rules one day.
It surprises him that you even show the tiniest bit of interest in the game but as he explains, he clearly sees how interested you're in it.
He helps you create your character but you refuse to join Hellfire. “But why?” “I don't wanna make a fool of myself in front of the others.” “Seriously baby, they're the last people on earth to ever make fun of others.”
You eventually agree to one campaign.
One leading to another, so that you find yourself part of the group.
He makes you a Hellfire Club shirt.
You help him with school.
You take matter into your own hands to help him pass not only Ms. O'Donall's class but get better grades in the rest.
It is complicated to keep him focused for a very long time so you bribe him. “For each good answer, you'll get a kiss. How about that?”
It works like magic.
You are the one to say "I love you" first.
It slips out of your lips while you're both laying in bed, him mindlessly tracing random patterns on your bare back. You're half asleep against his chest.
Eddie doesn't register what you say right away. Neither do you.
“What did you say?” He asks after a moment.
You repeat yourself, this time looking at him.
It knocks him breathless to hear those words coming out of your mouth. He never heard anybody say these words to him.
“I know I'm asking for too much but could- ” “I love you Eddie. I love you so much.” He flips you over on the bed and smiles, the brightest smile he ever had on his face. “I love you too, baby.”
From then on, you make sure to remind him how much you love him every single day and every single moment of it.
Wearing his clothes.
Eddie melts whenever he sees you harbouring his clothes be it just around him or in public.
The first time you dared to put on his t-shirt, he swore his heart almost stopped beating. “You are never wearing anything else but my stuff, doll.”
At school, you often steal his vest or have his bandana wrapped around your wrist showing Hawkins High that Eddie was yours and yours only.
He doesn't wear your clothes, for many obvious reasons, but he always has one of your hair ties on his wrist.
Pet names.
He is so into giving you different pet names - depending on his mood really.
The more often, he calls you ‘sweetheart’ or ‘baby’.
When he is in the mood, it's often ‘baby girl’ or ‘doll’.
You call him ‘my love’ because you know it makes him all soft and sweet - which he is 101% of the time - but this just makes him extra soft and sweet.
You don't have to switch names, just tones.
If by any bad luck you're mad at each other, you never call each other by your full names but just nicknames.
Kisses and more.
Eddie pours his heart and soul into his kisses, they're always warm and full of love.
He either has his hands on your face or around your waist so he can pull you as close to him as he physically can.
Forehead kisses in front of the kids. “We don't want to traumatize them now, do we?”
But some of his kisses can be rough and extremely demanding. You're dating Eddie Munson after all.
He would kiss you until you're breathless.
He adores it when you moan against his lips, he feels so proud that he has gotten you to lose some self control by just kissing you.
Hear me out, Eddie is definitely an ass man. When you're making out, just expect him to grab your ass. And if he gets too carried away, the very next day, you'd find light bruises from his fingertips digging into your skin.
When Eddie kisses your neck, be certain that he won't go without leaving hickeys. He has a thing for marking you - not that you mind anyways.
He is so into teasing you to the point that you're a begging mess in front of him then he gives you what you want.
Eddie is an experienced man. He didn't have a real relationship but one night stands? He lived on that until you.
Hand holding.
Eddie won't take a step if you are not holding his hand. It's vital.
Driving, sitting, sleeping, cooking, whatever this boy is doing, he would be holding your hand in one way or another.
He feels safe.
Getting matching tattoos.
The idea comes many months after you start dating.
He is the one to say it, as a joke in case you find it too rushed or too much.
You agree under one condition. “We'll do it after you snatch that diploma from principal Higgins in a few months. Deal?”
You get something small and simple but meaningful to both of you.
Even if you don't last forever, this will always be a sweet reminder of the most beautiful thing that ever happened to you.
Movie nights are a ritual.
Every Friday, Steve sees you at Family video to pick a movie or two, alone or with Eddie.
It's often in his place since his uncle works at night most of the time but if your parents aren't home, you'll crash in your living room and enjoy your horror movie together.
When you get two movies, you'd either be asleep by half of the second or you'd be busy making out.
Listening to music together.
Music is a big thing for Eddie.
You knew it before even exchanging a word with him.
It's not surprising that your styles are polar opposites but again, you learn to enjoy what he likes and the other way around.
Going to every single performance of Corroded Coffins.
You're his number one fan.
He writes songs just for you which only make you fall in love with him even more.
Most of the time, you bring Dustin with you.
Eventually Mike, Lucas and the rest of the group start to come as well.
Late night drives and camping in his van.
Some nights are rougher than other, so Eddie drives you around Hawkins, music playing on the radio with the volume down until you're knocked out, snuggled in his leather jacket.
Some other nights you just like going on rides, singing your favorite songs on top of your lungs.
Eddie often takes you on week-ends in his van.
It's nothing luxurious but he does his best to make everything comfortable for you.
You sleep with the doors open, cuddled against him, stargazing and all that.
Meeting his uncle and him meeting your parents/siblings.
When Eddie brings you up to his uncle, the man can't believe his nephew has finally found happiness. Wayne can tell from the way Eddie's eyes are shining as he speaks about you and his inability to suppress the smile on his face even when he stops talking about you.
“Ready?” Eddie asks you before you both get in the trailer that you visited countless times before. You're nervous but Wayne is very welcoming and makes you immediately comfortable around him.
He even brings up some embarrassing memories from when Eddie was a kid. “You really have to do this, uh?”
You, on the other hand, have to tiptoe on your words to tell your parents you have a boyfriend. But the hardest part is to tell them who the said boyfriend is.
“Munson? Wayne's nephew?” Your father asks and you nod, looking straight at the vegetables in your plate. He doesn't say anything else.
It's only a few days later that your mother casually says “Why don't you bring Eddie over for dinner tomorrow honey?”
“What am I supposed to wear? I can't wear this to meet your parents.” Eddie is panicking.
But once he meets your parents, he relaxes. They welcome him just as warmly as Wayne - or uncle Wayne as he asked you to call him - did.
If you have siblings, they'll love him. Despite the look, Eddie is a big softie and he is amazing with kids.
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Run, run throw the sunflowers field. run, and take his hand.
The waraji hitting against the ground were making him uncomfortable, so he took them off. His ashy blonde hair changes to orange with the sunset lights, his silly laughter echoes through a yellow immensity.
You reach his finger; he pulls you closer. “We don’t have these in the soul society, that’s why I stayed in the living world” he lies, of course he does.
“We don’t have you there either” you smile back, eyes fixed on his silver ones.
Kisuke pouts, he is way too intelligent to understand exactly what you were saying. Both being Shinigami, loving each other so much, but living in different realities was something that you didn’t really like. At all.
“I told you, (Name)-san. I can’t go back” he sighs. But… is Kisuke really that intelligent, after all? Were you really asking him to go back to the Seireitei, or, were you asking for something different…?
The scientist -now a “handsome, sexy young shop keeper”- pulls you closer to his chest as he stops in the middle of the sunflowers. Nuzzling on his pale exposed chest, you rest for a bit, inhaling his unique skin scent.
Allowing his arms and reiatsu to embrace, you enjoy the last hours of your free day outside the Gotei 13 facilities. He notices your sorrow, that’s the same as his.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbles, with his chin over the crown of your head, tracing circles over your back with his palm. You sometimes feel Benihime grazing your side, but you know he is just holding it in his cane form.
“It’s ok… you brought me here because you know how much I like sunflowers. Thank you” you tell him, muzzled on his pecs. You play with the hem of his musk green coloured clothes, inhaling his scent, feeling the warmth of his flesh against your lips.
Kisuke knows you aren’t happy, he really knows. He takes his hat off, and places it on your head. “Keep it. You will bring it to me whenever you come back. It’s gonna be soon, hey!” he tries to make it better for you.  
You are gonna be busy with missions while serving at the Seireitei so it’s gonna be hard -again- to go back to sleep alone in your home at the barracks.
“You sure I can take it with me?” you mumble, looking up at him with puppy eyes and pouty lips.
“Yes, and stop making that face or else I will have to kidnap you and make you my employee. You wanna sell candy all day?” he says, with pain in those last words.
You blink, why is he sad if you were to give everything away just to be with him, your Shinigami career, your zanpakuto even… “I wish…” you whisper, almost inaudibly, enough for him to imagine what you said.
Urahara meditates for a few seconds looking at how you hide under the wings of his bucket hat, and, you notice in his reaction that he has finally come up to a conclusion.
What could it be?
He walks with you in between the flowers that often look at the sun become down as the last rays of it had abandoned the day. Both sit on the back seats of his van and from there you take your time to observe the moon shining its light over the fields.
The rustling sound of the sleeping sunflowers lulls you. You place your head on his shoulder while Kisuke rounds you with his dark green haori as the night becomes a little chilly.
He plays with your hair until you finally fall asleep. The ex-captain looks at your peaceful countenance with longing. He doesn’t even know by now how old he is, but he knows he had been alive for the longest time, and, he is sure that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you.
“Is it time already? Should I-…” he whispers, stopping himself from keep talking as you snuggle closer to his body.
“mhgfh Kisuke- i- go take a bath” you mumble in your sleep, causing the shop owner to bite his lips not to laugh like an idiot.
“You give me orders even while sleeping…beautiful woman” He kisses your head and closes the door of the van, tonight you will be sleeping there…
As the first sunrays hit the field, and the flowers look straight up to the sun for energy, you both open your eyes. Your pager announces you it’s time to come back to the Soul Society, and, even if you don’t want to you simply have to.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, before touching you with the tip of his cane.
“My gigai is hungry, not me” you mumble, while rubbing an eye to shake off the sleepiness. You need to leave the fake body behind before passing the senkaimon, and so Kisuke will help you do so.
After your soul takes the body form, and the gigai fells on his arms, you look at it with jealousy. What would you give to still feel his touch on that skin.
“Sure you aren’t hungry?” he asks again, just to make sure you have enough spiritual pressure.
You nod, the shihakusho you are used to love now feels like some kind of punishment. Why… come home, please…
The delicate hands of the scientist round your waist, pulling you closer to him, as behind you the world penetration gate opens. Both are surrounded by a purest light. It’s so bright, that even the sunflowers turn to it. Or maybe they just wanted to see the sweet depiction of love in between two eternal souls.
A kiss on your lips, a kiss on your nose. A kiss on his forehead as you stand in tippy toes.
“I don’t wanna go back” you protest, with your forehead pressed against his. But your pager keeps ringing. Your captain keeps calling you, he wants you there. Kurotsuchi Taicho, or maybe Akon. Whatever the case it is, you must go.
“Go now. I promise you I will have something for you when you come back” Kisuke smiles, putting his hat back on your head. “And I told you, I want you to keep it until you came back, ok?”
You try to stop your lips from trembling, every time you have to come back it’s the same, but he has never given you his stripped bucket hat.
“uhum. uhum.” you nod repeatedly, because there is nothing you could say without bursting into tears. And after a sweet last kiss you finally turn around to pass the door.
His fingers softly let go of your wrist, one by one. Kisuke is making sure you are able to feel his spiritual pressure up until the last moment.
The black butterfly that gets out, sounds like a jingle bell, and before the light totally engulfs you he smiles and mouths “I love you, please come back”
You count the days. It’s not a lot, but it’s not just a week. You fulfil your investigation duties with utmost care, helping the Shinigami Research and Development Institute to keep the Seireitei working and safe. But, your heart is aching. You miss Kisuke more than anything.
“What is it, (Name)?” your lieutenant Akon, asks. “Noth-nothing” you sigh, trying not to throw a certain liquid that your hands hold.
He frowns, and then lets a little scoff scape his lips. “Go ahead, I know you are missing Urahara-san. I don’t mind finishing what you are doing, it’s not gonna change anything if you come or not tomorrow. Go, I will excuse you with Captain Kurotsuchi”
You pout, sniffle, and hug him. He had become such a big man after all these years; you remember him with pure love as the tiny kid under Mayuri’s lab coat following him everywhere.  
“THANK YOU SO MUCH VICE CAPTAIN!” you chime, making the always serious man to smile warmly.
“Now go, go! Kurotsuchi Taicho is about to come with little Nemuri”
You hang your coat and quickly put everything you were using in place. And right before you leave, Akon has something else to say to you.
“Oi, (Name)… come and visit us some time, ok?” he says, confusing you to no extent. What is he talking about?
“Akon-san, what do you mean? I’m gonna be ok! I’ll be back in some days!”
You run towards the streets of the Gotei 13 facilities with happiness in your heart, you are gonna see your lover earlier and you wanna make sure you had everything ready so you go as fast as possible.
You hesitate to call him and announce you are getting there one day earlier, but you resolve not doing it just to surprise him… “He told me he will give me a surprise when I get there, but, I’m going to surprise him too!”
As soon as you finish packing some basic stuff, since your gigai’s clothes are all at the world of the living, you cross the senkaimon through the dangai again. (This time running from the Kōtotsu, wondering if Mayuri knew you were scaping one day earlier and had decided to make it difficult to you)
Before you arrive Kisuke’s shop and home, you fix the hat on your head. He told you that whenever you came back you should give it back to him, but the truth is that is gonna be difficult to, since you have slept with it every single day you weren’t with him.
Sneaking on the back, concealing your spiritual pressure, you take a look at the little window to see him speaking to Tessai. You smirk with a naughty attitude, you wonder what they were discussing, probably something about the shop.
However, that’s not exactly what you listen…
“Urahara-san, you have to be brave and tell her” his loyal companion says, serving him a cup of tea.
“It’s not about bravery, Tessai-san. It’s about… her. I’m afraid she is gonna suffer” Kisuke mumbles, scratching his dishevelled hair and his a week of no shave face.
You swallow… if there is something that he needs to be brave to tell you that will potentially harm you that means is something bad. “He wants to leave me…” you murmur, trying not to cry even if a tear is already scaping your eye.
You can’t keep listening, and, instead you leave the hat over the window sill right before running away.
You run, fast in between the people. In any case they won’t see you, you are still a soul with no real body. The gusts your shihakusho creates alerts the citizens, but they simply think it’s just wind that bring them, somehow, sorrow.
And you run that much that you get to the last place you’ve been happy; the sunflowers fields of Karakura city. “Hi… sweet flowers, you know? He doesn’t love me, but I do love him… just like you all love the Sun”
“What are you saying, (Name)-san? Do you really think I don’t love you?” a soft voice makes your muscles suddenly stiffen up.  “Do you really think that?” he asks, coming closer.
You can’t look at him. He knows, of course he knows you were there. He can sense you, there is only so much you can do to hide your reiatsu from him.
“Tell me, (Name)-san. Do you really think that?” he repeats, at your back, never coming closer to touch you. And it hurts, somehow you want his touch, you need it.
“Kisuke… I- I heard you talking about it… you are gonna leave me, right?” you ask, with your eyes fixed on the sunset ahead. Just like every time you two say goodbye, the golden hour caressing your cheeks and the yellow petals of countless sunflowers.
You notice he is not saying anything, nor even breathing. You are getting annoyed, and so, impulsed by your own heart you turn around…
“Marry me?” he asks, looking like a cute little puppy, blushed and kneeling on the ground with a weird looking ring on his hand.
You blink, and gawk. What… the hell?
“I’m sorry if this makes you suffer… I just- I just don’t want you to leave the courts if you don’t want to. I- I’m gonna go back to the Seireitei if that is what it takes to be with you… so, would you marry me, (Name)-san?”
You take your hands to your face, that was what he wanted?! Suffering?? You just want to be with him… and now you understand Akon’s words… you are staying here, in this new world, just with and for him.
“Of course I wanna marry you, Kisuke!!!” ~
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WHISPERS OF THE HEART ⋆ a walk in the park !!
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“It’s been a while since we talked,” he said to Angel as they walk around the endless path in the park. This spot was their spot. Away from reality, just the two of them in their own world. It was the only time Angel felt excitement in her life and it was with him. She would always hold her hand securely into his big palm, as it always had a sense of protection. She use to have the privilege to be able to look into the boy's face anytime she wanted. With his silky long black locks that gracefully lengthen to his soft yet sharp eyes. No matter how sharp they are, Angel would always consider his eyes so pure. However, she would always take the opportunity to make his eyes disappear as she witnessed the boy scrunching his nose into a smile. They would always have fun, and as they loved to bring in the subtle butterflies to one another she would always kiss his plump cheekbones, but soon travel down to his chiseled jaw. Sacrificing the possibility of getting her lips cut, but oh how it is definitely worth it. And let’s not forget about his sweet pillow lips that she always craves. But she needs to control herself every time.
However, she cannot do those actions anymore. It seems like they both mutually agreed. Through all of their memories, it eventually ended.
Does she regret sharing these memories with him? Of course not!
Even though they aren’t in a relationship, she still decided to contact him. Was it for selfish reasons? Possibly.
Does she care? Not right now.
So the day before, she suddenly called him, letting the phone ring and waiting for him to pick up. “Hello?” She finally received her answer, “Hey Oppa, I was wondering if you are willing to meet? I wanna see you for the last time” she shyly said, making him laugh but still feel the thin layer of awkwardness, “this won’t be the last time we will see each other yoms” he reassures her.
With that being said, here they both are, back at the park. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here” she commented as she looks up at the trees and transcend to the field.
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I came here,” he said placing his hands behind him, “last time was with you”
“Mmm, same” she mumbled, “last time was with you” she looked up into his eyes and he nodded
At first, there was a moment of silence, yet it felt quite comforting. Well, that’s what he was thinking since Angel seemed to be lost in thoughts with all of the issues that had been happening with her and-
“What’s on your mind? You seem overwhelmed” he interrupted her thoughts as she looked back at him but realized that he is already looking at her
“It’s nothing” “mmm, it doesn’t seem like it,” he said continuing to walk on the path. She swears it sounds as though he walked closer to her, however, it could be her nerves talking.
“It’s nothing I swear”
“Yoms common, I don’t think it isn’t anything”
Angel doesn’t seem to be responding to him anymore as she pretends she doesn’t hear him and is focused on the alone Doberman dog running throughout the field.
“Alright, I guess someone is gonna get wet then” he suddenly mentioned as he grasp her wrist and waist to pull her to the other side that had a random puddle.
“Jaewook!!” She screeched at the unexpected movement. Causing the boy to laugh as Angel continued to get out of his grip, yet he is surprisingly strong. Losing her balance, the girl leaned back into the puddle but Jaewooks gasp prevented her from landing on the ground
“Alright!! Just don’t let go” she nervously pleaded as he continued to chuckle, “are you gonna tell me? Without lying” “yes! Yes”
Trusting her words, he pulled Angel back in, “I’ll never let go”
Pulling herself together with the sudden events, Angel brushed her sides and glared at the boy with a big proud smile. She can’t lie, that was the first when she didn’t think of work or Jungkook. But that didn’t last long as she acknowledged that she had to explain the whole situation to Jaewook.
However, a part of her doesn’t know if she should mention her crush to her ex. Isn’t that considered weird? Or is it just her? Looking toward the boy, he raises his eyebrows waiting for this much-needed conversation
“So what is it? You can tell me anything yoms” he reassured, and without any more second thoughts, Angel decided to spill everything. Throughout the conversation, the girl was seen giving all of the details, starting from her reaction to hearing about Jungkook’s possible girlfriend, Dahim. Then hearing her voice in his house, and finally met her through dinner without getting mentally prepared. As Angel let out all her thoughts onto the boy, he stayed silent and comprehended all the details. Throughout the whole time, a part of Angel was overthinking his expressions, did she say too much? Is he uncomfortable? Fuck she messed up.
“That’s a lot” he finally chuckled, “but it must be really frustrating. One thing though…why aren’t you being straight up?”
“This guy keeps showing different feelings and it’s confusing. Why should I give him the power of me chasing him when he should be figuring out what he wants?!” She started to fuel up. Angel has always been considered stubborn, she never would want to be the one chasing. Even though it is a part where many guys tend to get frustrated, they always crave more and it definitely worked in Jaewook as well. A bit too good.
Being in a relationship with Angel made Jaewook learn so much about her, and he witnessed her angry moments like this. Hence the boy automatically knew what to do as he brought her into his arms and patted her arm with the hand that circled around her body. Which quickly worked so much faster than before. Feeling exceptionally accomplished with being able to calm Angel’s nerves, a cocky smirk was sneakily appearing. As Angel deflated all her frustrations like a balloon, the boy suddenly thought of an idea.
“How about you make him jealous?”
“What? No! Isn’t that hypocritical?” She tenses a bit under his hand
“How are you going to catch his attention then?” He questions her as she deeply knew he was right. But something doesn't seem right, a cut of guilt appearing on her gut. She could already imagine Jungkook’s heartbroken expression looking into her eyes with his wide doe eyes.
Wait
Hold up
How does she know? What makes her think that Jungkook will feel heartbroken. The guy has a whole ass girlfriend right by his side and who knows what they are doing behind closed doors. He unexpectedly just brought a girl into his life without even telling anyone, why can’t Angel do it as well? And if he gets upset then it is his loss.
Ugh her blood is boiling up and building a fire in her eyes. He really poked the bad side of Angel. Jungkook thinks he will do this, hurt Angel, and not expect anything back. For a fact he is wrong.
But she isn’t sure if bringing Jaewook into this would be a good idea. “I’ll think about it, but I’m not sure Wookie” she swiftly said his nickname as she surprised a side of the boy.
“Mmm that’s fine, common let’s just enjoy the rest of our day” he covered his surprised expression with a smile and shook Angel.
Therefore, the two continued enjoying their day under the sun, naturally looking like a couple from another perspective. Maybe making Jungkook jealous won’t be that hard.
And it’s possibly true as Jungkook was actually at the same park as the duo. I guess Angel didn’t recognize Bam since the Doberman dog was the one and only Bam baby. He didn’t expect to see her there. All he wanted was to enjoy quality time with his boy and have some fresh air in the early morning. After a bit of running, he decided to get to a field that seemed perfect for running for Bam while sitting down on the bench.
While he minds his business, he seems interrupted by a similar voice. “Jaewook!!”
Snapping his head towards the voice, he quickly Angel from a distance. However, she obviously isn’t alone, instead, she is with Jaewook who he thought wasn’t with her anymore. Didn’t they break up? Are they back together? Is he missing a chapter?
Observing the two with wide eyes, he automatically noticed the boy's arm around her. And that seems to not be sitting well on Jungkook as he can hear his own heartbeat straight to his ears. Just as he is feeling exceptionally confused with his feeling of being with Dahim but realizing a few attractions towards Angel. To top it all off, apparently, Jaewook is into this whole shenanigan as well.
Slowly, Jungkook can feel himself burning up and a wave of annoyance hitting him straight at his face. All he knows is that he plans to talk to Angel during the next dinner, but things are not ending well…
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“I think we should do the whole Jungkook jealously thing” Angel voiced her opinion as Jaewook turned towards the voice. “Oh really?!” He amusingly responded. While the two are at their signature park, they attempt to find new hidden areas within their stroll while eating their ice creams.
“I cannot believe you got vanilla” she critiqued the boy, “what’s wrong with vanilla?” “It’s so boring, add some flavor” he looks at his ice cream which is exceptionally delicious on his end. Never in his life did someone comment on the safe and delicious vanilla ice cream and of course it was Angel who would say something. Hence, Jaewook ended up chuckling, as the girl continues to stare at his cup. Unconsciously, she brought her spoon towards the vanilla ice cream and took a snippet. “Hey!” He scoffed out of surprise, looking at the thief and he was only met with innocent doe eyes who is seen shrugging. “You’re seriously different” Jaewook shakes his head
“Anyways…so do you want to do the Jungkook thing?” he asks glancing at her as he tries to find any facial expression of regret. However, Angel was in deep thought and slowly she nodded. “I don’t want to just stand here and wait for him. He is getting too comfortable” he nods along to her words, “plus, we are going to another dinner so I already told them you’re coming”
“Wait what? You already mentioned me without even asking if I am free?” He choked on his ice cream for longer than he thought as he felt a small hand tapping on his back, as she give him time to recollect himself.
“We aren’t going to do anything crazy, just having you there is more than enough” she shrugs while Jaewook nods along the plan. They both have boundaries and considering the fact that they are exes doesn’t change anything as long as both of them are mature. They ended well and are happy to be friends, so that is what they will be. At times, individuals tend to say if exes act this way, they never liked each other or still liked their partner. But when it comes to these two, they are satisfied with how everything ended and they don’t want to add more to the fuel. Hence, they both are aware of each other's boundaries and they won’t exaggerate their movements when they go to that dinner.
Therefore, once the time came for the dinner, Angel told everyone beforehand that she will bring a friend. The TXT members were aware that it is Jaewook, so they were all excited to see him again. They never had any problems with Jaewook but at the same time, their relationship was a bit more private than Angel's situation with Jungkook. Maybe it was because Jaewook accepted whatever Angel wants and nothing really triggered a spark in her body while Jungkook has always been doing that ever since she was aware of her feelings towards him. It is so annoying how nothing seems to be working. 
However, trusting the process, Jaewook arrived at the dorm as the group headed to their apartment. Swiftly greeting one another, Angel decided to go in Jaewooks car since she didn’t want him alone. "Are you sure about this?" the boy suddenly asked as the engine rubbled on and Angel turns towards his direction, giving him a confused expression due to the sudden hesitation in his tone. "I mean, I was the one who brought this idea up so I didn't want to make you feel pressured” he looks straight ahead, afraid to go soft once he makes eye contact. Yet, Jaewook can still see her on his side view and finds Angel planting her delicate hands on his arm, “Wookie…you have nothing to worry about. I’m happy out of all people, you’re the one I’m doing this with” she reassured him with the most perfect words. Automatically making him satisfied, they both continued the peaceful environment by blasting the music until they can’t hear their own voice on Angel’s amazing playlist.
Finally arriving at their destination, they both walked side to side. Here goes nothing
“Angel!!!” Taehyung cheers already a bit tipsy and it hasn’t even been 5 minutes from the time they all agreed on meeting up. However, his loud voice made everyone’s eyes turn toward their direction and within seconds she made eye contact with him
Angel swears she lost her breath for a second, something is different with Jungkook but she can’t pinpoint what. Their eyes were burned right through one another and she doesn’t dare to break them.
Therefore, Jungkook was the one who broke it, and for the right reasons. All Angel is witnessing is him fully scanning her body from head to toe. However, it soon ended with the annoying little chihuahua that is clinging right beside him going by the name of Dahim as she tugs Jungkook’s shirt to grab his attention.
Aggressive much
“Let’s go, the party just started” Jaewook voiced out so only Angel can hear as she turns her face towards him while he grasps her hand. With a swift interlacing, they both head into the bundle of humans.
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I am so sorry for the lack of post, school has been hell 😭
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Maggots and Bones, You Feel Like Home
Byler/miwi ficlet. Halloween horror stories. TW: child death, ghosts, death, suicide
He doesn't remember what happened to him. It gets foggy, his mind. He just knows his name is Will and he is twelve and he likes to draw. He also hates being cold. He's cold right now. When he speaks, puffs of white escape his mouth, chilly air like it's wintertime but he's not wearing his thick coat or boots or gloves.
"Hi." Turning his head he sees another boy, same age as him, he thinks.
Tall for his age. Dark haired and eyed. Freckles and an unsure smile. He seems familiar. Feels like home. Who is he? He looks lonely.
"I'm Michael. You can call me Mike."
He's had this conversation before. It's odd. It feels off. It feel like home. This isn't right.
"I'm Will." He answers. Where exactly are they? Will's just noticing that everywhere around them is obscurity, a void.
"I, uh, I don't know what's going on, or where we are, or why we're here but..." Mike is hesitant and then holds out his hand. "Do, d-do you wanna be my friend?"
Will is compelled to say yes, so he does so. "Yes!" Then he shakes Mike's hand, agreeing and making it official.
Suddenly, the void around them fills with color and they are transported to an area. Also familiar. It's at the quarry. At Hawk... Hawki... Hawkins!
"I know this place!" Mike exclaims, looking in a direction that caught his eye.
Will follows his line of sight. Flashes of light, an ambulance, lots of people gathered at the bank of water. Men are pulling a body out. It is gruesome. Nearby are a boy and a girl, weeping and screaming, clutching each other, hidden in the trees. The adults unaware. They look like people Mike knows, the boy with curly hair and missing teeth, and the girl in a pink dress. Will can only recognize the missing teeth boy.
Mike curiously watches the body on the stretcher and becomes shocked. Will looks, confused at his new friend's mounting fear, and is surprised to see that it's Mike being carted by the men to the ambulance. This other body, this double of Mike, is lifeless and pale. Why is there two Mike's?
"That's you." Will states the obvious. "Are you... Are you dead or something? Or-or hurt cuz there's an ambulance and..."
"No." Mike denies, dazed voice. Then hardened eyes and a scowl. "Nooo! I can't be. I'm alive! I was just - just running from something? No! I was running from someone and then I stopped."
Will wonders then, that if Mike is dead and that was his body just now, is he, as well, the same. Are they ghosts? Or something else? Why has no one acknowledged them? Are they invisible? Why can't he recall anything?
"How? How could that be me? I'm right here!" Mike walks up next to the stretcher supporting his waterlogged body. He looks at the boy and the girl who's names he can't remember. Not until he hears them call each other "Dustin" and "El". Mike can hear from this far away, humanly impossible, but he's not human anymore. Is he?
"Hey. I think... Me too." Will breathes - hah! - he realizes he hasn't taken a breath in a while. Will puts his hand to his chest and feels no heartbeat. He feels only cold.
"What happened to us?" Mike needs to figure this out. He gazes up at the quarry's cliff in question. Pensively searching for clues. "Did I jump? No! I couldn't have?"
"Mike." Will is standing next to him as the ambulance drives off and police yellow tape the area. His voice wavering. "I'm scared." He doesn't get it, but he knows that if he is upset, that he should go to Mike for comfort. He has no proof of this, but this is just instinctual. To trust whoever his new friend is to make things right. Fix things for them.
Mike, who turns to give Will his full attention, softens his voice to a hush, his own innate reactions telling him he should protect and soothe this boy he just met. That it'll calm him to be of use, of service. "I'm scared, too. But we'll work this out. We're together in this. Okay?"
"Okay."
They lock eyes, with Mike nodding his resolution and Will scooting closer for Mike to drape an arm around his shoulder. They're solid to each other. Ghosts aren't solid, right?
"We're not crazy." Mike whispers his placations, but Will has his doubts.
All he knows is that he's still cold yet with Mike beside him, he can get a taste of warmth.
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Happy spooky season! This is not a bylerween thing, this is just my mind unable to sleep. Enjoy the ficlet of ghost miwi where both of them died in s1 and must retrace their steps, maybe help the Party/El from beyond the grave and rekindle their lost memories of when they were alive. Can you tell that I'm finally free from my bbb obligations lol
@light-lanterne cuz I know you like spooky shit 😁 fellow evil twin
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