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ilovetulips · 2 years

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BEST FRIENDS?

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 pool day as per steve’s invitation to the ‘gang’ , yet he hadn’t expected to admit his feelings for his crush.

𖦹 swearing, alcohol mentions, mom steve, best friends to lovers? ig?, kissing!! sfw

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it was a hot day in hawkins, a rare occurrence really. the sun glaring down upon the ground caused everyone to go into a panicked frenzy on how to cope with the heat. lucky for you, steve harrington had a huge house with a pool in his garden. and sun loungers! could life be more perfect?

he’d invited everyone around to have a pool party, and he means everyone. dustin and his gang, robin, nancy, eddie and even jonathon. you were already at his house before everyone arrived, being his best friend you practically lived there. he shares half his wardrobe with you, so you had everything you need when you stay for a sleepover.

you were changing into more appropriate swim attire when the doorbell sounded throughout the house, steve rushing to the door and muffled sounds of him and the large gathering crowding his doorway talking to each other echoed through the ceiling. you’d grown used to tuning them out, changing into your favourite red bikini and getting ready to sunbathe.

“hey man, thanks for inviting us. don’t know what we’d do without your pool.” eddie expressed.

“no problem! straight through to the back door guys, i’m just gonna grab some snacks n’ shit to put out.” the host says, walking towards his kitchen unaware of the short haired girl following behind him.

“where is she?” robin whispered, making steve quite literally jump out of his skin.

“shit! what the fuck is wrong with you? where’s who?”

“your girlfriend. duh.”

“she’s— she’s not my girlfriend, robs. and she’s upstairs getting ready, i think.” he turns around, avoiding her piercing stare.

“uh huh… not your girlfriend but she basically lives here. you guys constantly flirt too. you ever gonna tell her how you feel?”

“tell who how steve feels? do you have a crush! why didn’t you tell me?” you feel your heart twang with pain when you heard robin ask steve that question, the rest being muted by their whispers.

“[Y/N]! hey. heyy…” steve tries to act casually, his second ‘heyy’ being dragged out as he leaned onto his counter. his eyes widened and his confidence faded when he trailed his eyes down your body. he was screwed.

“hey [Y/N]! shit, you look good. red’s your colour. i’m gonna… check that everyone hasn’t completely destroyed steve’s yard.”

you giggle, the sound permeating through steve’s entire being. “thanks, robin. you look great too! always do, i’m jealous.”

“pshh! i’m the jealous one. see you soon!” she walks away, leaving you and steve in the large kitchen. it felt so small to him, as if the walls were closing in. he couldn’t focus properly on anything other than you, attempts to force out words proved null.

“you… okay? you look a bit flustered.” you say, voice concerned as you step closer to him.

“fine! m’ fine. just getting snacks. you look… amazing.”

“thanks, stevie. it’s not… too much? maybe i should just stick to the black swim suit.”

“no! no. shit no. this… looks so good on you. so so good. gonna have everyone in awe of you, babe.”

you blush. “you need any help?”

“should be good, you relax outside and i’ll bring everything out in a sec ‘kay?”

as soon as you step out you’re hit instantly by the everlasting hawkins heat, quickly followed by the sound of the kids splashing in the pool. you find yourself walking towards the sun loungers, and sitting on the free one next to eddie.

the sound of the sticky footsteps growing closer to him cause him to look up, lowering his sunglasses. you’d settled down, book in hand and were quickly immersed in the plot. however it didn’t last long, as eddie let out an obnoxiously loud whistle.

“goddamn, [Y/L/N]. givin’ me a heart attack over here. that colour on you… wow. bet harrington had a brain aneurysm when he saw you in that.” he comments, settling on his side to chat to you.

“thank you, eds. that means alot, pinky swear.” you let out a small laugh, leaning over to look at the curly haired boy next to you. “wait what d’you mean?”

“oh nothing… nothing.” he sends a wink your way, before standing up and running towards the pool, canon-balling in and splashing the kids in the pool. why he did that was beyond you, but it’s eddie. you’ve learned not to question his actions.

“[Y/N]! hey! it’s been a while.” the sound of nancy’s voice snap you out of your thoughts, as she waves her hand as an invite to come over. you stand next to her lounger, covered by the large umbrella overtop of you all.

“ohmygod nance! you look so good, i’m obsessed with the hair. hey jonathon! how’re you? i’ve missed both of your faces.”

“i’m obsessed with you! this whole…” she waves her hand in circles. “you just look stunning.”

“we’ve missed you too, i’ve been good. too hot to handle though so i’ve been hiding in my house. i burn too easily.” jonathon says, laying next to nancy on his sunbed completely encased in the shade.

“you guys are the sweetest—“ you’re interrupted by hands wrapping around your waist, and you being lifted up into the air. involuntary squeals leave your mouth as the culprit spins you around in the air slightly. smirks plaster nancy and jonathon’s face, as they look at eachother knowingly before laying down and minding their own business.

“keep squealing like that and you’re going in the pool, missy.”

“steve!” you manage to escape his grip, looking up at his grin you loved so much with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

“you’re insane!” you say, walking back to the seat you’d claimed before talking to nancy.

“only for you, sweetheart. you drive me insane with this.” he pulls back the strap of your bikini top, the material snapping back against your shoulder with a loud sound.

“shut up. you’re such an idiot.” you mumble shyly. you’d never been one to be nervous when people compliment you, but steve’s were different. they seemed more heartfelt, but that’s probably because you had a raging crush on him. cliche to have a crush on your best friend right?

“heard that. c’mere.”

“steve! no!” you laugh, as he stalks towards you to grab your waist. matching his pace as you walk backwards, he lunged towards you and slings you over his shoulder.

you’re in hysterics, laughing loudly and swelling steve’s heart with adoration as he relished in the sound of your joy. eddie turns around in the pool to face you two, interrupting his tormenting of dustin. steve and him make eye contact, immediately catching on to each other’s plan.

“you ready, sweetheart?” steve whispers to you.

“what? ready for wha—“

you should’ve expected it, but steve had threw you in the pool. eddie was there to catch you so your landing wasn’t painful as you slapped the water, your arms flailing as you flew through the air. as you swim back up to the surface, the sound of the kids laughs (mostly dustin’s) filled your ears. steve diving in next to you and holding your waist when he floats to the top.

“what the fuck?!”

“language, [Y/L/N], there’s children around.” eddie chimes in sarcastically.

“sock it, munson. or i’ll tell them what i caught you doing the other week.”

“woahhh i need to know this, what’ve you been up to eddie?” steve plays along, hands still on your hips as he guides you to the pool walls.

eddie instantly panics, his mouth closing as he swims away to the opposite end of the pool; not failing to send daggers your way.

“you really do look beautiful today, you know.” steve sheepishly says, faking confidence to mask his internal panic mode.

you wrap your arms around his neck. “thank you, stevie. you look real handsome too. cute little happy trail.” a smile makes it way onto your face.

“oh yeah?” he replies, eyes locking onto your lips.

“oh yeah, totally. i’m swooning over you, harrington.”

“me too… have been for so long.” he says, trying to keep his voice down to not attract attention from the nosey group.

“w-what?” you look down to his lips too, looking even more inviting than they’d been before.

your thoughts, however, are clouded when the boy in front of you pressed his lips to yours. a perfect puzzle, pushing against each other firmly and parting slightly. the feeling is better than you’ve ever imagined, and you’ve imagined it alot.

“okay, lovebirds. i’m hungry, sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment but i want food, harrington. so get that bbq started once you’ve finished kissing our favourite girl.” steve pulls away to the sound of a tired robin’s voice.

“yeah… yeah whatever.” steve mumbles into your neck, meeting your lips again after not paying attention what robin said entirely. he was happy with his girl, in the pool under the sunlight.

“harrington! c’mon man.”

“god… fine. fine! i’m fucking coming.”

your head was still clouded and you were seeing white. had that really just happened? where does that leave you and steve? you lean against the wall and let yourself sink under the water, hoping the silence underneath would help soothe your thoughts.

that was until you’re met with a nosey max mayfield looking back at you with her lime green goggles protecting her eyes, earning a scream that was quite literally just bubbles exiting your mouth.

you rush back to the surface, watching her bright hair rise up too. her freckled face holding a glowing smile, knowing of the events that just happened between you and steve. you had forgotten people were around, his lips put your in a trance of your own little world. just you and him.

“don’t you dare say a word, mayfield. don’t make me tell everyone about you and lucas making out the other day.”

“secret safe with me.” the girl says, sinking back down to swim below the world.

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the sun was beginning to set, the air cooling down and you all laying on the sun-beds surrounding the pool. you lay between steves legs, back placed on his abs as he played with your hair.

everyone was quiet, taking in the delicate moment of purples and pinks painting the sky. “anyone want a beer?” steve says, reaching towards to cooler next to him and biting the lid off with his teeth. you sit up and move to the bed next to him, steve watching with furrowed brows as he watched; missing the warmth of your body.

everyone old enough to have one takes one, steve offering for everyone to sleep at his house so nobody had to worry about driving home. lucas playing it cool as he tries to grab a beer steals your attention as you watch him with an amused smile.

“hey! sinclair. back up, you little shit.” steve shouts, lucas looking at him with shocked eyes as he fully believed he got away with it. scared by steve’s ‘mom mode’, he shamefully walks back towards the boy towering over him and hands over the bottle.

you can’t help but laugh at the situation; the sad look on lucas’ face, the pointed stare steve was giving him and the giggles from eddie behind you. you couldn’t help turning around and laughing with eddie. everyone else caught and erupted in a fit of giggles too, but steve was only focused on the sound of your laugh.

he snakes his hand around your ankle, pulling you towards him. you can tell he’s being needy, so decide to ignore it just to tease him. eddie sees the mischievous glint in your eyes and decides to watch this unravel.

out of desperation, he trails his other hand along your waist, fanning his hand out against your stomach to get your attention. “babe.” you ignore him. “[Y/N], babe.” the petname rung through your ears, you’d never thought much of it before until he’d kissed you in the pool. he huffs in frustration before grabbing your legs and shoulders to lift you up bridal-style.

“why’re you ignoring me? did i do something?” he says, slight insecurity lacing his sweet voice.

“oh! stevie no, i was jus’ messing with you. you were being needy so i wanted to play around, that’s all.” you say to him wholeheartedly.

he walks you towards the house, leaving everyone in the garden to have their own conversations. he wanted to steal you away, tell you how crazy you make him, how deep he was in for you. he places you on his couch, sitting next to you uncomfortably while he messes with his fingers. yet it’s quickly stopped when you place your hand over his.

“[Y/N]…”

“i know, steve. i know.”

“how?” he stares up at you with pinched eyebrows. small wrinkles littering his forehead that you wanted to desperately smooth out with your thumb.

“nobody kisses their best friend out of the blue steve. especially not like that…”

“like what, hm? remind me, i’ve forgotten.”

you chuckle before leaning into him and speaking against his lips.

“we’re so hopeless.”

you crash your lips together, instant bliss flooding from each other’s mouths into the small bubble building around you two. hands grazing delicately on one another’s faces as the kiss grows more passionate, emotions radiating off of the two of you.

“you’re perfect for me, [Y/N]. so, so perfect for me.” the disheveled boy states, pulling away quickly before diving back in again; kissing you with twice as much force.

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ham-st4r · 1 year

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𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

🍿Pairing: heeseung + female reader🥤

Warnings: one use of the F word.

Genre: fluff, best friends to something more.

Summary: you hadn't seen your best friend in a while, so he invited you to his apartment to hang out. Before you know it, it's past midnight, and he's asking you to have a sleepover.

Number of words: 1741

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Heeseung, your best friend, had invited you over to his apartment to catch up with you and play some video games after not seeing you for a while, games soon turned into dinner, and then dinner turned into a movie, and after said movie had ended, it was already midnight somehow.

You stretch out on his sofa as the credits roll by, and heeseung turns the lights back on. “Well, I think I should head home now.”

Heeseung frowns at the mention of you leaving. “Already?” He plopped back down next to you with a pout.

“Already?! Heeseung, it’s past midnight!” you exclaim.

“So?” He asks with a shrug popping an M&M into his mouth.

“It’s literally a school day tomorrow” you glare at him and steal one of his M&M's.

“Right, I forgot,” he hummed and nodded his head in understanding. “I forgot that I don’t give a fuck!” you chuckled and slapped his shoulder.

“You’re so stupid, hee,” you giggle.

“I’m not stupid, what’s stupid is that everyone at school gets to see you every day, but I don’t.”

“Well, that’s just the way it is” you stood and walked toward the door to put on your shoes.

“Wait!” He shouts from across the room with a crazy look in his eyes as he walks over to you and lightly shakes your shoulders. “We can have a sleepover!” He smiles brightly, and you can tell how proud he is of his idea from the way he's smiling from ear to ear.

You chuckled lightly and shook his hands off your shoulders. “And why would we do that?”

“To spend more time together” he looks at you weirdly and states the obvious, or at least it was obvious to him.

“Hee, I’ve been here for nearly ten hours,” you whine. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy spending time with him, but it was late, and you wanted to go home.

He just ignored you and started mapping out his little plan. “So, what I was thinking is we watch another movie,” he said, rummaging through his DVDs while he was on his knees in front of his tv stand. “Oh, and I have some of your favorite ice cream in the freezer that you can have.”

You just watched him go on and on about what else he wanted to do.

After a few minutes, you had tuned his voice out, wondering why you decided to even come over in the first place, but then you remembered you wanted to be a good friend and keep him company for the day, but you didn't know his plan was to hold you, hostage, all the night long.

You shook your head a bit, snapping out of your thoughts, and he was still talking.

“The other day, I bought this heated blanket I still have yet to try” he was just rambling, trying to say anything to make you stay. “Do you want to try it together?” He finally slides the DVD into the player and sits back on the sofa, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Hee, it’s lat-” He cuts your words before you can even finish.

“Even more reason for you to stay. It’s late, and you shouldn’t travel while it’s dark. You know, I wouldn’t forgive myself if something ever happened to my dearest best friend.”

You stood there with an expressionless face.

He was so shameless, using all your weaknesses against you, and now he was throwing logic into the mix. “Come on, y/n, please. I even put on our favorite movie,” that’s it. He presented an offer you couldn’t refuse, and you kinda hated and loved him for it.

You just sighed and stepped out of your shoes, trudging back over to his insanely comfortable couch. And sitting down on it. “Does this mean you’re staying?” he asks you with puppy eyes.

You glared at him and gulped, eyes flicking to the TV nervously. “Go get my ice cream,” you said in a stern voice.

“Alright!” He smiled and hopped off the couch, running to the kitchen and retrieving your ice cream.

He came back from the kitchen with a giddy smile, and you couldn’t help but smile as well, although you frowned when he only brought one bowl of ice cream. “Where’s yours?”

“I uhh,” a blush spreads across his face before answering. “I only bought a small one specially for you” he cut his eyes at you and tucked his hands under his thighs.

Your heart swelled at the cute gesture, and you dipped the spoon in the bowl, holding it up to his mouth. He parted his lips slightly, allowing you to spoon-feed him a taste of your ice cream. “Good?” You smiled at him softly, and he just nodded with a bashful expression.

“Oh! I forgot” he got back up and went to his room, grabbed the infamous heated blanket, and plugged it in before draping it over you both, making sure the temperature wasn’t too high.

Once you finished your ice cream, you snuggled into the warmth of the blanket, and you can’t lie that it felt absolutely amazing, especially after eating the chilly ice cream. Ten out of ten, definitely worth spending the night.

Heeseung shifted a bit under the blanket, nuzzling into the couch as he focused on the movie that played on the screen.

About an hour into the movie, you had made more popcorn for the both of you and brought some soda with you as you sat back down on the sofa. “I could have made it, you know,” Heeseung whispered to you.

“I know I just wanted to do something for you since you bought me ice cream” you smiled genuinely, and he felt his heart melt at that moment. No one could convince him that you weren’t an absolute angel.

“Thank you,” he mutters shyly and turns back to the tv as your gaze lingers on him just a second longer before digging into the freshly made bag of popcorn.

Once you were both done eating, you pulled the blanket up around yourself and rested your head on his chest.

He leaned into you a little more and wrapped an arm around you, hugging you closer as you hummed in contentment while the rest of the movie played.

Occasionally he’d brush his thumb over your shoulder soothingly. You looked up at him when he did this, scrunching your nose with a smile, He mirrored your expression and accompanied it with a playful laugh that resonated in his chest.

When the movie ended, you both stood up, stretching a bit and cleaning up your mess. It was now nearing two in the morning, and heeseung knew you should have been sleeping sooner, but he selfishly kept you up late.

“No, no, I got it,” he reassured you. Taking all the items, you had used it's the least he could do.

“Are you sure?” You say not wanting him to clean up all by himself.

“Positive,” he smiled and headed to the trash bin tossing away all the candy wrappers and napkins. He threw the empty soda cans away and washed the dishes before turning off the light in his kitchen.

He came back to the living room smiling at you, covered with the blanket. “Sorry I kept you up so late. I feel bad now,” he pouted, and you made room for him to sit back down.

“It’s fine, hee I had so much fun with you tonight” you smile earnestly, letting him know you meant every single word.

“Yeah? He fiddled with his chubby fingers and looked down at his lap, that was covered in Star Wars themed pajamas. “Maybe we could do it again soon” he looks at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Definitely!” You say excitedly, already looking forward to spending another day like this with him.

He smiles warmly and stands up abruptly, picking you up in his arms. “Hee! What are you doing” you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You have school tomorrow, remember? We need to get you some sleep” He laughs and struggles to open his bedroom door. Once he managed to twist the knob, he nudged it open with his foot, gently laying you down on his bed and tucking you in afterward.

“What about you?” You ask, noticing he wasn’t getting into bed with you.

“It’s fine. I’ll sleep here” he pulls out his gaming chair and grabs a thin sheet from his closet.

You snorted out a laugh as he adjusted in the small chair. His long limbs did not help the situation, and you could see him already shivering from the lack of warmth the thin sheet provided.

He cracked his left eye open, and you instantly stopped laughing. “What are you laughing at? This is perfectly comfortable” he shifted again, and you laughed again. “Seriously, it’s the best seat in the house. I can literally just wake up and turn on my computer and start gaming” at this point, you know he’s lying just so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, but you really didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with him.

He turned on his side and nearly fell onto the floor. You didn’t even try to hold back your laughter this time. “Wow, this is what I get for trying to make you comfortable,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Hee stop playing games and bring your butt to bed” you pulled back the covers so he could join you, and he bolted out of the chair right away, sighing in relief when his back hit the soft mattress.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” He asks.

“I have school tomorrow,” you remind him so he can keep quiet and let you sleep.

“Like I said, the chair is the best seat in the hous-“ you cupped your hand over his mouth, stopping him from spewing out any more nonsense.

You removed your hand from his mouth and lowered it around his torso, resting it there. “Goodnight, hee,” you whisper softly.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he mutters and rests his hand over yours, and you smile, catching the warm smile that spreads over his features as your eyes flutter shut, and just before you wander to dreamland, you feel him press a soft kiss to your cheek.

Yeah, you definitely couldn’t wait to have another sleepover.

FIN.

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j0hnj4ej3n · 2 years

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it's rare for two people to fall in love at the same time

Best friends to lovers! Jeno x fem!reader ft. the dreamies

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some cursing, slightly suggestive

Note: happy birthday Jeno Lee !! <3 jk. I know it’s been more than a month since his birthday but I was too busy with my finals to finish this au in time for his birthday :( Anyways, here’s a best friends to lovers!jeno au for everyone! I hope all of you have been doing well! I have also recently set up my kofi and will be opening commissions soon, so stay tuned for that! For now, enjoy some fluffy Jeno content <3

You’ve been best friends with Jeno since freshman year in highschool, the two of you lived in the same neighbourhood and would hang out together all the time. Now, you’re both in the same college, in courses you’re passionate about. He frequents your apartment when your roommate isn’t around and you go over to his place just as often, even if just to hang out with him and the rest of the boys.

It’s a Friday night and you have your small apartment to yourself, since your roommate is crashing at her boyfriend’s. And you thought, why not invite Jeno over since you haven’t really hung out together because of how busy school has been. It was just another night over at your place, another heart to heart talk, another sleepover.

Except, tonight wasn’t just another night.

You two had some to drink, Jeno was on his second bottle of soju but his tolerance is pretty high so you assumed that he was still pretty sober. Maybe it still helped that he had a little liquor to pump up his courage.

“Have I ever told you that I think you’re really pretty?” he asked, as he leaned closer to look at your face. Although his neck was slightly red, his eyes were clear and genuine.

You, on the other hand, just downed your first bottle when he said that. You were not a bad drinker, but you’re not the best drinker either. You were tipsy to say the least, so you laughed and pushed his face away, telling him to shut up while doing so.

“No, like, seriously.”

“No… Actually, yes, once. At our highschool prom, but I hated my dress that night.”

“Ah, right. I always thought you were really pretty though, like all the time.” He took a swing of soju after he completed his sentence.

You frown, genuinely confused even in your tipsy state. You could feel your heart thumping steadily in your chest. The thumping rang loudly in your ears, you can’t tell if it was because of the alcohol in your system or the words that Jeno just said. You wondered if he could hear how obnoxiously loud your heart was beating.

He looked at you and chuckled at your expression, shaking his head before mumbling a soft, “nevermind”.

“You’re drunk,” you said, taking a sip from your newly opened bottle, all the while trying to excuse what he said as drunken words. Then you remembered that people were a lot more honest when they’re drunk and you want to slap yourself in the face.

“Maybe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

You shook your head, meaning to tell him that it was fine.

Your conversation drifted into other things. About how finals sucked ass, how you don’t know how you’re going to pass your data analytics class. He talked about training, about how he can’t feel his legs sometimes after skating in the rink for so long. Then, you two talked about the future.

“I hope we could still be this close after we graduate,” you tell him, pulling his hand towards you and holding it. You two held hands often, not outside when you’re walking in the streets like a couple. But in special, heartfelt times like this.

Jeno first held your hand during your highschool prom, when your parents insisted on taking multiple photos of you two together, even though both of you had your own dates. You two still danced together that night, just for sentimental purposes.

You held his hand when he lost his first ice hockey match in college. He really didn’t play well that day, you held his hand to lift him off the ground where he sat to sulk after the game. And held his hand a while more after that, just to provide some solace.

“We will be, you have nothing to worry about.” Jeno assured you without hesitation.

The night continued on and you were dozing off on the sofa, so Jeno started cleaning up a bit. He started by disposing of the empty pizza boxes that were lying on the coffee table. He cleared the soju bottles too and by then, he was sure you were knocked out on the sofa. And needless to say, he was right.

He tried to nudge you softly awake to bring you to your bed, but you only whined in protest. So his last resort was to carry you, which he was used to doing on nights like this. You were awoken by suddenly being lifted off the sofa but kept your eyes closed because your mind was too tired to fight the drowsiness that the soju brought.

Jeno placed you gently down on your bed and got dragged down along with your arms that circled around his neck. You knew damn well how bad you look drunk and maybe it was liquor courage helping you this time, because you spoke before you could think of stopping yourself.

“Even now, you think I’m pretty?”

Jeno’s face was mere inches away from yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks and smell the alcohol that stuck to your bodies. And if Jeno was anyone else, he might just kiss you right now. But he was not going to do that to you, especially not when you’re drunk. He convinced himself that he would save this for another time, if fate allowed it.

But you are not Jeno and you lack the self-control that he possessed. You stared at his lips, his pink and pretty lips. And since your arms were still wrapped securely around his neck, you began to pull him in.

However, he tugs at your arms lightly, freeing himself from your hold and continues to tuck you in.

In that moment, the slight embarrassment began to set in and you let him go.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-” you started but was cut off by Jeno.

“y/n, it’s fine. Trust me, I want it too. But not like that, you’re tipsy and I don’t want us to do something you might regret tomorrow.”

You only nodded as a reply, not really knowing what to think. Because yet again, your heart was thumping so loudly, you couldn’t comprehend what he just said or what he meant.

“But to answer your question, yes. Even now I think you’re pretty, I always think you’re pretty,” he replied with the smile that reached his eyes.

He pats your head, like he does every time he puts you to bed when you’re drunk. Except that this time, you’re not asleep yet. And you stare at him, smiling endearingly down at you. With the soothing way Jeno is patting you, you gradually fall into a sleepy state.

With the amount of soju in your system, it was no wonder that you eventually fell asleep despite all the emotions that sent your thoughts spiralling. The last thing you remembered was Jeno continuously patting your head as you drifted off to sleep. When Jeno was sure you fell asleep – signalled by your slowed and deep breaths – he gave in a little and pecked you lightly on the forehead. This would be his little secret that he would bring to his grave.

And that was how the night ended. Jeno went to wash up and came back to sleep on the foldable mattress you always had in your room for when he sleeps over. Tonight however, the thought of the girl sleeping on the bed beside him was busy keeping him up all night.

You woke up feeling a little groggy but nothing yet close to a hangover. Still, Jeno left hangover tablets on your bedside table like he always does, along with a cup of water. And as you take the tablets, you realise that Jeno wasn’t in the room.

You went to wash up and still, no Jeno in sight. Your roommate was also not home yet.

You went back to your room to make your bed and paused when you remembered what happened yesterday. There’s no way Jeno just left like that, right?

Just then, you hear the opening and closing of your apartment door and you walk out to see Jeno. He had his glasses on and was wearing a baseball cap, along with his hoodie and sweatpants that he left in your apartment from his previous visit.

He looked at you as he held up the all too familiar Starbucks bag and gently shook it, chuckling at how relieved you looked. You really needed some coffee, after a night of drinks and also to prepare yourself for the conversation you were going to have with Jeno.

You know how there’s this belief that girls and guys can’t be ‘just friends’, let alone best friends? You always thought this didn’t apply to you and Jeno. He was your best friend and that was it. That was until he got his first girlfriend. It was then that you realised that maybe he wasn’t just a best friend to you.

You wouldn’t say that you got jealous. But you got pretty close to it, you never mentioned it to Jeno though. But you were sure that it showed somehow.

On Jeno’s end, the relationship wasn’t what he imagined it to be. His girlfriend was great and she really liked him and he would say that he really liked her too. Then, how come he keeps thinking about you even when he’s with her? They broke up eventually because Jeno was training too often to spend enough time with her.

When you started dating someone too, Jeno didn’t look like he was jealous. And to be completely honest, he wasn’t. He was more angry than jealous. Because your boyfriend was so insecure about your friendship with Jeno that he was manipulating you to try and mess with your friendship. However, your friendship with Jeno was stronger than these tactics. Thankfully, you were smart enough to break things off before it got out of hand. You were still heartbroken though, and you wouldn’t stop crying for days.

All Jeno could do back then was bring you the food you liked and stayed with you till you felt better.

Both of you knew that your friendship wasn’t as simple as you two hoped for it to be.

And now, the two of you were seated at your dining table, facing each other. You took a sip of your warm coffee, feeling much better than when you just woke up. Coffee works like magic for keeping you awake and energised for most days, but you believe there’s no cup of coffee strong enough to prepare you for the conversation you’re about to have with Jeno.

He was tapping his coffee cup, staring at every little thing in your tiny apartment except you.

You took in a deep breath and gave yourself a quick mental pep talk and finally spoke.

“Don’t you have something you want to tell me?”

His eyes averted from the window behind you as he looked you in the eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. He held his coffee cup with both hands as he straightened his back, as if preparing to speak.

“Ah… that, last night was just…I was… I didn’t really know what I was doing.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, obviously taken aback. Was he about to pretend like nothing happened last night? Who does he think you are? You two have been best friends for years and he thinks you wouldn’t pick up when he’s lying?

The way he’s rubbing his thumbs together anxiously and the way he can’t even look you in the eye after saying what he said.

“You’re lying!” you accused him loudly.

His eyes widened, like how they always do when he starts to get defensive.

“What? I’m not!” He quickly refutes before his lips fall into a pout. He has a tendency to pout unknowingly when he bickers with you. And it triggers something in you, you let the words slip out before you even thought to stop yourself.

“Then how did we end up almost kissing last night?”

After you realised what you said, your face fell and you instantly felt your fight, flight, freeze response kick in and since you couldn’t hide anywhere in this tiny apartment, you froze.

Jeno opened his mouth as if to say something only to close it. His eyes averted briefly down to your lips before catching himself and looking you in the eye again. A light hue of pink spreaded across his cheeks and you were sure your expression mirrored his too.

After a few seconds of neither of you speaking, Jeno sighed.

“I’m not lying though, I really didn’t know what came over me. I’m just… I’m really conflicted y/n. I don’t know what to do.” He said as he leaned back against the chair, putting both his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

You felt yourself frown slightly, “Why? Are we not on the same page? You like me too…right?”

Jeno pushed his glasses up in an attempt to hide his smile behind his hand, then his expression turned serious again. His worries threaten to overwhelm him again.

“I-i do.”

He finally admitted it. He finally lets you know and he felt like he was going to explode. So he does the only thing he knows to do and let his body take control. He pushed the chair back and stood up abruptly. You look up at him, confused as to what he is about to do.

Jeno took five quick steps to your sofa and plopped himself onto it, face first (with his glasses still on his face, man is fearless). You can’t help but let out a laugh, standing up from the dining table to walk over to him.

You pulled a cushion out from under him and whacked him gently with it multiple times, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get up and talk to me properly like a man!” You playfully mocked him.

He lifted himself up from his lying position to grab another cushion to shield himself. “Okay, okay, stop it,” he protested in between your attacks.

He swiftly pulls the cushion out of your hands and drags you down to sit beside him. You were now face to face again, but closer now, without the dining table separating you two.

“I just don’t want things to change. I love how things are but I also want more. But I’m afraid of wanting more. What if things don’t go well? What if I end up losing my best friend?” He tells you while looking into your eyes. The air in the room stills as he waits for your reply.

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he probably thought of the worst case scenario over and over again already. You have similar concerns too.

Movies and books always make falling in love with your best friend look so magical. And in your case, it kind of is magical. It’s a good thing that both you and Jeno have fallen for each other. But he’s right, who knows if things will go well? At the same time, how could you rule out the chance that this could be the best thing to happen with the two of you?

It is completely normal that Jeno was conflicted. But you didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity in the name of ‘not ruining the friendship’. So you did the only thing you knew could put his mind at ease and assure him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. You felt his shoulders relax as his arms circled your waist, bringing you closer to him. “We’ll just have to make it work then. We’ll be fine… great even. We’ll be the best couple ever, I promise.” You assured him best you could, even though you shared the same concerns. But they didn’t matter right now.

You felt him chuckle against you as you pulled away to look at him, arms still around his shoulders. “Then, I promise I’ll take care of your heart from now on if you let me,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear as he leans his forehead against yours. It was both the cheesiest and the sweetest thing you have heard coming from Jeno.

You can’t help but scrunch your nose – something you did often when you get flustered. “Don’t get shy with me now, you wanted me to talk to you about it like a man.”

“Are you always going to be this cheesy? Because I can’t promise I won’t just laugh in your face when you say things like this.” You tell him as you push him away lightly to hide your flustered face.

“Hey, I’m trying my best to be a good boyfriend here, plus I’m actually being serious too,” the both of you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the past ten minutes. Less than half a day ago you two were seated on this same sofa hanging out as best friends. And now, you’re two blushing adults, revealing your ‘long-hidden secret’.

“So, you’re my boyfriend now, huh? Since when? You didn’t even ask.” You teased, realising how he very smoothly self-proclaimed the title.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed his glasses up again and cleared his throat.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He mumbled while looking away.

“What was that?” You frowned exaggeratedly while cupping your right ear, pretending you didn’t hear him.

“My dear y/n, will you be my girlfriend? Before I consider retracting the offer,” he said with gritted teeth. You gasped at the audacity of this man and he laughed at your reaction.

“Fine, fine. I’ll be your girlfriend, don’t retract the offer,” you replied in fake reluctance.

The two of you hugged again, and you felt yourself melting into his arms, the cups of coffee left forgotten on the dining table. The hug fell into a half an hour long cuddle that consisted of the first few awkward minutes of trying to get into a comfortable cuddling position. With the rest of the time you two fell into comfortable conversation, it’s like nothing really changed. And yet, everything has.

You two talked about how things will be like from now on and realised that it’ll pretty much be the same, just better. Because you two don’t have to resist your feelings anymore. The secret is out and you can both relish in the fact that you can openly express your love for the other now.

The next few weeks went by and the two of you were inseparable, just like in highschool. When both your schedule permits, you would have meals together in school. He crashes at your apartment more often than you did at his place since your roommate walked in on the two of you cuddling in your room once. No doubt, you were teased to death everyday for at least a week after she found out.

If that sounds bad, you can’t even begin to imagine how the boys would react if they found out. Which is why you and Jeno rarely slept over at his place anymore, because to his friends, you two were very much still merely best friends.

However, you were over at his place one day after your classes because you missed his stupid face after not seeing him for two days straight. Jeno said he would drop by your place once he was done playing his video games. But you knew that meant that he might turn up at midnight and for the sake of your sanity (being a college student is not easy, sigh pie) , you could not afford to have another late night this week.

He also informed you that most of the boys had club activities or were out today. So here you were, sitting on his bed, reading one of your course texts while he played his ‘last round’ of this video game on his computer. He has been on the said last round for the past hour and you were sure you saw him die and respawn more than once already.

“Lee Jeno…” you called out through gritted teeth, burning holes on the back of his head with your glare.

“Yes baby?” He replied while his fingers moved frantically across his keyboard.

“Can’t you spend some time with me while I’m here?” You said as you got up to stand beside him, gently running your hand through his dark hair, while watching his progress in the game.

You always had a habit of ruffling his hair even from back in highschool. In the past, it was an act of simple teasing. You used to do it especially when he was sulking over something, like when you pretended to forget his birthday. When really, you were planning to surprise him with some of his friends. Or when he got upset over you not wanting to go to get ice cream with him at three in the morning because you wanted to sleep.

Recently however, it has turned into something more natural and affectionate. Like the effortless expression of longing and love for this man, who was both your best friend and your lover.

“Alright, this will be the last one. Promise.” He said as he tried to move out of the enemy's line of vision. Only to get shot when he turned the corner. He sighed and slumped onto his chair from his previously upright position.

“See, told you it would be the last round,” he looked up at you from the position on his chair and smiled, the kind that turned his eyes into crescents. The realisation that he had you waiting for an hour finally hits him and he was trying to be all cute and clingy now that you’re visibly on the brink of being annoyed.

You rolled your eyes at him and complained about how he has been saying that since an hour ago and he only laughs and pulls you onto his lap. He has a habit of doing this now that you two are together. He would ease your annoyance about his gaming by having you close to him. Sometimes he would have you on his lap and you two would snuggle close like this for a while before he went back to gaming while you got comfortable on his lap, with a book in hand.

The two of you naturally fell into conversation about your respective days up once you stopped nagging at him about his gaming ‘addiction’, to which he would whine about how you sound like his mum. You like to respond to that by ensuring him that you would definitely tell on him when the two of you went home to visit your parents over the semester break.

As your conversation flowed, Jeno filled you in on his ice hockey training schedule, while drawing circles on your thigh as you continued stroking the back of his hair.

“Season begins next month, so trainings are going to pick up. But my weekends are free, so we can hang out on those days,” he said with a hint of worry in his voice.

Jeno started playing ice hockey in highschool, since he had always loved to ice skate. In your junior year, Jeno was appointed as vice-captain of the team, alongside Mark, who was the senior captain. When Mark graduated, Jeno stepped up as captain in his senior year and led the team to victory in the championships for the third year in a row.

To say Jeno was passionate about the sport was an understatement. Jeno loves ice hockey more than anything and always tried his best to improve even though he was already a phenomenal player. And you loved watching him play, you wouldn’t miss a game ever since you first watched him during your sophomore year. As his best friend, you would cheer the loudest when he played well and was there to support him after his lower moments in the rink.

But you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was worried that training would take away too much of his time with you. Even though you didn’t want him to worry about something so minor, it made your heart flutter quite a bit.

“Jen, don’t even worry about it. We’ll work around it, besides, I’ll be at every game so you better train well to win!” You told him as you reached to hold his face in your hands, emphasising your point.

“Oh, bet.” He retorted confidently, following up with a question you knew was coming.

“And what would I get if I do win? Hm?” he asked cheekily pulling you closer to him.

“We’ll see about that when you do win,” you responded, refusing to give in to his antics just yet.

“Well, I’ll suggest that a kiss like this will suffice as a good example of a celebratory gift,” Jeno said as he pulled you in gently by the neck and kissed you. You could feel him smile against your lips as you kissed him back.

In the weeks since you became a couple, kissing quickly became something that happened naturally. Having Jeno’s soft lips against yours was not a foreign occurrence by now, and yet every time your lips met his, you could not stop your heart from beating faster and faster with the passing of each second.

He kisses you gently, carefully, like he was savouring every second of the kiss. Jeno’s lips felt ever so soft as they moved against yours, and you felt your heart swell as if it could explode any minute. He pulled away briefly, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed your thighs away ever so slightly to give you enough space to reposition yourself so that you were now straddling him.

Then he began as quickly as he stopped, pulling you close by your waist to claim your lips again. This kiss, more intense than the last. Little shivers of pleasure shot through you as Jeno deepened the kiss, parting your lips. You had one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself on his lap as the other hand dug into his locks.

Jeno’s warm hands slid under your shirt, caressing your smooth skin and his touch sent tingles down your spine. Giddiness took over the two of you as you parted again, as Jeno stared at you with a dumbstruck smile on his face. You began to catch your breath, and just when you thought he was done, his hands claimed a firm grip on your bare hips and he lifted you off his lap like you weighed nothing.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let out a yelp, shocked from the sudden movement. He began making his way to the foot of his bed and you prepared for the impact of landing on it. With his face so close to yours, he tenderly pecked your nose before leaning in to kiss you once again.

His fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your back as your arms tightened around his neck. Jeno always kissed you like his life depended on it and you returned his kisses with the same longing and intimacy. With Jeno, you finally understood why people always described kissing as melting. You felt like every part of your being was dissolving into him, becoming one.

You feel Jeno’s body leaning forward, and you instinctively hold him closer, ready to crash onto the soft duvet. Instead, you hear the slight creaking of the door and a sharp gasp. Jeno pushed your body away and onto his bed. You landed on the very edge of it, almost toppling over when you catch a glimpse of Jaemin standing by the door with his mouth agape.

“I’m so sorry,” he managed to mutter out. But Jaemin's shock visibly turned into amusement as he chuckled under his breath. He let a few more snickers out as he began to excuse himself from the room, closing the door on his way out.

Before he closes the door fully, he pops his head back in, “I won’t tell the rest, but you have to tell me everything later,” he gleefully tells Jeno, with the biggest smile on his face.

“Okay, fine. Please leave. Now.” Jeno says through gritted teeth as he walks towards the door to try and shove Jaemin out. You watch as the two boys struggle at the door before Jaemin gives up and leaves, Jeno locking the door behind him.

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Jeno uttered as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like that,” you said while laughing as Jeno chuckled with you, apologising as he walked towards you to pull you up to your feet.

“I thought you said none of them were home,” you asked when you two calmed from being caught. To which Jeno could only shrug, “I thought so too.”

“Well whatever, I’ll bear the teasing if it means I can hug you around the house now.”

Jeno gave you a quick peck and engulfed you in a hug. You melted into his hold and hugged him back, swaying slowly as you two stayed like this until Jeno’s phone vibrated on his nightstand.

He let you go to check the notification and you leaned in to look at the screen, only to turn red from the message.

- 5:25pm -

NANA🐰: “don’t forget to use protection ;)”

“This little fucker… WE’RE NOT DOING ANYTHING!” Jeno shouted loud enough for Jaemin to hear it from outside and the two of you could hear Jaemin’s cackling laughter as a response.

Jeno continued cursing under his breath before he plopped himself onto his bed. You laughed at his reaction and joined him. The evening ended with cuddling and the occasional exchange of kisses, but every cuddling session had to come to an end somehow. You had an early lecture tomorrow morning and you had to go back to have an early night.

Jeno tried to convince you to stay the night, even offering to drive you to class if you do. As tempting as it was, you rejected his offer. You knew he had a long day tomorrow, with training after his classes. You weren’t going to have him get up early to drive you to class when he could be sleeping in. So you told him he could sleepover at your place soon and he was satisfied with that for tonight.

He walked you to the door, since you also rejected his offer to drive you to your apartment. It wouldn’t take long and you were going to meet your roommate at the bus stop to walk home together anyways.

When you two left the room, all the boys were already back home. And Jaemin was trying to hide his smile while he was sitting beside Jisung on the sofa. You bid all the boys goodbye after some small talk and went to put your shoes on.

“Have a good rest tonight, I’ll see you soon,” Jeno said as he opened the front door. You hummed in agreement as you gave him a brief hug which you two always did.

“Alright, I’ll see you Jen,” you said as you tip-toed to give him a quick peck on the cheek, before walking out the front door.

“See you baby,” Jeno called out one last time as he waved you goodbye. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched and waved until you entered the lift. He finally locks the front door and turns to walk back to his room. However, he can’t help but feel the stare from six pairs of curious eyes behind him as he walks past them.

He turns to look at his friends staring at him, frowning before muttering out a confused “what”.

“Did you just call y/n…baby?” Renjun asked with wide eyes, to which Jeno froze, realising that the boys saw the whole interaction and the two of you were too infatuated to even remember to keep up the “we’re-just-best-friends” act in front of them.

“And did y/n kiss you on the cheek before she left?” Mark questioned when Jeno failed to answer the first question.

“Trust me, they’ve done more than that-” Jaemin began to say as Jeno’s fight or flight kicked in and he tackled Jaemin on the sofa to cover his mouth before he splurts out anything else. But Jaemin has exposed enough to send Chenle cooing and Haechan frantically asking when this even fucking happened.

Jeno spent the next two hours sitting on his living room floor, getting interrogated by his friends. Half of him wants to punch himself for letting the act collapse in front of his friends like this. But the other half of him was glad it was finally out. With how he couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he told the boys about you to how happy the boys were to see the two of you finally get together despite all the teasing, Jeno was the happiest he has ever been in a while.

Who would have guessed that Jeno would be lucky enough to be in love with his best friend? And how extremely lucky it was that the stars aligned for him, that you too loved him back. Many would see this as the happy ending to a beautiful fairytale. But for you and Jeno, this was just the beginning of an incredible love story.

#nct dream #nct dream au #nct jeno #jeno au #jeno scenarios #nct #nctu #nct au #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #lee jeno #nct dream jeno #jeno fluff #jeno is so cute #j0hnj4ej3n

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pupkashi · 1 year

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Congrats on 400 followers!

For your shipping thing could you pair me with someone from jujutsu kaisen? If you’re still doing it. I fell asleep early tonight strangely enough.

My personality type is considered infp-t. I can be quiet unless I’m comfortable or think someone will take interest in what i’m saying in which case i tend to talk a lot. Like you want to hear about fancy goldfish (i just think they’re really neat) of all things or local wildlife? I could go on and on. Or whichever show i love? As long as you show interest i can basically give you a spoken essay. Though i do keep tuned in and check that someone is actually interested and i’m just as willing to listen to someone else talk.

I enjoy when people like doing activities with me, whether its going out to check out s new cafe’ or go for a hike. I tend avoid super loud or bright settings since they can be overwhelming.

My hobbies include drawing/painting, baking and watching mysteries and horror related things.

Sorry this is a lil haphazard and late into the night. Again happy 400 followers and i hope you’ve had a good night

hi !! and thank you so so much :3 i too fell asleep early 😭

join the sleepover (turned day party)!

i ship you with megumi !

i think the both of you are very quiet when you first meet but then as soon as you warm up to each other you both talk to each other all the time! he always makes you feel like you’re being listened to!!! when you’re about to trail off and stop talking he’ll immediately go “no don’t stop, I’m still listening” and you do the same for him (especially in group settings!!)

the two of you find new things to do together all the time! going pottery painting, finding new hiking trails, his personal favorite is finding new coffee shops for the two of you to have weekly dates at.

he absolutely is in love with anything you create !!! has a picture of his favorite painting of yours as his lockscreen (doesn’t tell anyone because he knows he’ll get teased endlessly.) adores your baking !!!! will offer to help as much as he can and is a surprisingly good at it ! through he does get flour all over himself…

stays up late watching mysteries and horrid with you, says he doesn’t get scared “i deal with curses everyday” he scoffs, trying to ignore how tight his grip on your arm is as the show plays.

#pupkashi's sleepover event

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theorphaninthetardis · 2 years

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Chapter Nine

Sophie tosses and turns in the bed for hours, until ultimately giving up. She meanders out of her room, and Jack looks up from where he's slumped on the sofa. "Can't sleep?"

She shakes her head, "Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is her body."

Jack sighs, "Where I come from there's this therapy for people who have nightmares, mainly those who have PTSS."

"Really?" she asks, slumping against the door jam.

"It's called touch therapy. Basically, two people share a bed, to help each other through their nightmares. It's nothing more than a sleepover really, but I'm willing to give it a shot, kid."

"Really? You'd do that for me, Jack?"

"That's what big brothers do, or at least, from what I've come to understand." He leads her back into the room, and she flops back onto the bed. Jack removes his dress shirt, climbing into the bed as well.

"So how exactly is this supposed to work?"

"Go to sleep. I'll be here if you need me. Another presence, knowing someone is with you, it's been shown, in the 51st century that is, to be a comfort."

She nods, and Jack feels her shift in the bed. She curls up on her side, tugging the blankets up to her chin. The immortal has never done something like this before, been in a bed fully clothed with someone else. But, Sophie reminds him a lot of Grey when he was younger, and he'd do anything to help his family. He doesn't know how long they lay in the dark, until Sophie's breathing evens, and he knows she's fallen asleep.

Jack stares up at the ceiling, and can't help but smile when he sees the glow in the dark stars in the shapes of actual constellations. His mind wanders back to his childhood. He only snaps back when hands grab his t-shirt. He snaps his face to Sophie, and sees the tears streaming down her face, even though she's still asleep. He pulls her body to him, simply combing his fingers through her hair in a calming pattern. He stays like that the rest of the night.

She sits up slowly, the sun streaming through the blinds. "Feeling better?" Jack asks, leaning against the headboard.

"I slept better than I have in a long time. Thanks Jack, really."

"Not a problem." He flings his legs over the side of the bed, "What d'you have to eat around here?"

She rolls her eyes, climbing out of the bed as well. "Give me a few minutes and I'll make us some breakfast."

"Alright. I'm gonna run down to the van, grab a change of clothes. I'll be back soon."

***

That afternoon, Jack and Sophie decide a movie marathon is in order. Jack pops some popcorn, while Sophie pops her Star Trek: the Original Series DVD in. Just as they sit down to watch the show, Jack's phone rings. He sighs, pulling it out of his pocket, "Harkness."

Jack stands from the sofa, and Sophie begrudgingly pauses the show. She tunes out his conversation, knowing that he's probably going to have to leave. Hanging up his phone he spins around to face her, "How do you feel about a camping trip?"

"Uh, what?"

"That was the team, looks like there are some suspicious deaths along the Welsh countryside. So, road trip with some camping thrown in. What d'you say?"

"Will it be dangerous?" she asks, already leaping to her feet.

"Probably. But there will be loads of adventure."

She nods, "All right, I'm in."

"Pack a bag, it could be a few days."

***

A couple hours later, Sophie finds herself in the backseat of the Torchwood van, between Ianto and Gwen. Tosh is in the middle front seat, with Owen on the passenger side and Jack driving. There hadn't been any questions when Jack showed up with Sophie in tow, but she can't ignore the concerned glances she's getting from the entire crew. She's leaning around Ianto, admiring the view of the Welsh countryside, when Owen starts to complain again, for the twelfth time during the trip.

"I hate the countryside. It's dirty, it's unhygienic, and what is that smell?"

"That would be grass," Gwen comments, rolling her eyes.

Owen turns around in his seat, "It's disgusting."

"I don't know," Sophie says, leaning more around Ianto, "I think it's quite pretty. The way the hills perfectly crest into the sky, the sun shining through the trees, and the clouds formed perfectly. I've been all over the universe, seen amazing and wonderful things, but nothing beats a view like this."

Jack smiles at her in the rearview mirror, and Owen gives her a sideways glance, "There's something wrong with you, Sophie, I swear."

Jack reaches over and smacks the back of Owen's head, not saying anything. Ianto looks at the way Sophie is leaning forward in her seat, "Next stop, Sophie, we can trade seats."

"Really?"

He nods, leaning back as far in his seat as possible so she can see better. They continue down the road a ways, stopping at a mobile snack van along the side of the road.

Ianto walks over to the window to get some food, and Sophie sits down at the picnic table. "Jack, you mind giving me a run down on the details? You were a bit vague when you invited me along."

"There have been seventeen disappearances in this area within the last five months. The police are clueless."

"Now there's a surprise," Owen comments, pulling the collar of his jacket up, "No offence, PC Cooper."

Sophie sets her backpack down on the table, flipping it open, as Jack continues, "The last known whereabouts of each one is somewhere around here."

"All within a twenty mile radius," Tosh adds.

"Anything else linking them?" Gwen asks, watching as Sophie pulls a bag if trailmix out of her backpack.

"None of the bodies have ever been found. These people just fell off the radar. No patterns in age, sex, race. One minute they're here, the next, pfff. Gone."

"The rift doesn't spread out this far," Gwen states, then second guesses herself, "Does it?"

Jack shrugs, "We don't know that much about it to be certain. And it's increasing in activity all the time."

"Oh, come on," Owen grumbles, walking back toward the group, "Aliens aren't gonna bother hanging around out here. Probably some sort of weird suicide club with people choosing the same spot to end it all." Jack glances over at Sophie, and watches as she stares into her trail mix as if it holds some sort of secret, "God knows, if I had to spend too long up here, I'd want to top myself," Owen finishes.

Ianto comes walking over from the van, four burgers in his hands. He deposits them on the table, handing one to Owen. "Here you go. Careful, they're hot." He looks over at Toshiko, "Sure you don't want anything, Tosh?"

"Really sure," she nods. Sophie grabs a second bag of trailmix, sliding it over to her. Tosh smiles thankfully at her, continuing her thought, "A friend of mine caught hepatitis off a burger from one of these places."

Jack's face drops, tossing his burger down on the napkin. Sophie rolls her eyes, "Not like you could catch it anyway," she murmurs. Jack sticks his tongue out at her.

"We'll start with the most recent victim, Ellie Johnson. We last have record of her making a phone call. She dropped out of signal mid-call. The coverage map has her placed somewhere about here" he points a little ways down the road, "Looks as good a place as any to set up camp."

Owen, who was about to take a bite of his burger stops to glare at Jack, "Sorry, did you say camp?"

Sophie grins, "Camping in the great outdoors, what could be better." Owen glowers at her, "Oh, c'mon, Owen, even Kirk, Spock, and Bones went camping in Star Trek 5. It can't be that bad."

#Doctor Who #Doctor Who fanfiction

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nicecoldpillow · 2 years

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“you’re…what?!”

Camilo x m!reader

cw: angst, comfort and inaccurate spanish (i’m self taught sorry yall 💀)

tw: homophobic Abuela, (i am so sorry) panic attack, Camilo talking bad about himself.

Today was the day that Camilo and you confront the rest of the madrigals and tell them your little secret, now Dolores knows but even she has some moral understanding not to out you two. You knew that your lover was nervous about the whole thing and if it came down to it, you would talk for the both of you if he got a bit tongue tied.

You heard a knock on your front door and you knew it was your boyfriend, he always knocks in a tune to let you know it’s him, you quickly take one last look in your mirror before quickly heading out. You open your door and are met with your very handsome smiling boyfriend waiting for you, “ay mi vida te vas tan bien” your face lit up from the compliment.

“Speak for yourself you’re the good looking one here” you protest back before he wins this battle by shutting you up with a kiss, “cmon amor today is our big day I guess?” Camilo said nervously, he played it off but deep down you both knew today was gonna be difficult for the both of you

The two of you linked arm in arm until you reached casita madrigal, dinner was soon but would that really be the best time? would it be too loud to even get the confession across? Thoughts roamed around when it came to this, the two of you still haven’t came up with a exact game plan here but you two will know when the time to cross that bridge happens.

Camilo opens up the casita and already tia Pepa yelled her greetings to the two of you from on top of the stairs, you were loved by the madrigals and they loved your company whether that be staying for dinner, having a sleepover or just popping in to say hello. Abuela was in the kitchen and popped in the room you two were in asking if you would be staying for dinner, you nodded your head and a soft grin popped up on abuela’s face, she loved it when you get to spend time with the family.

Camilo tsk’d at you while directing his gaze up to his room, you followed suit and got in quickly sighing a bit of relief. “so how do we do this-“ you asked with a confused look, Camilo didn’t look any different you both were stumped on when to do this, after dinner? during dinner? maybe before everyone leaves the table from dinner…maybe? thoughts were still scrambling around the two of you until Camilo suggested “okay uh how about before dinner is fully over that good?”

Thank goodness you two had the same minds, “sounds good to me” the two of you resided in his room until Abuela yelled out that dinner was ready, the sound of everyone heading down to the kitchen went throughout the house. Everyone said their hello’s to you since they didn’t notice you come in apart from tia Pepa.

Some time went by before noticing everyone was beginning to finish off their plate, and sweat began to arise on both you and Camilo’s head, when was the perfect time to start this? You swore Dolores could hear the both of your heartbeats going double time, oh she definitely could her slightly concerned look to you two explained everything.

Time was running out until Julieta and isabella had gotten up to put their plates away, it was now or never. “hey everyone! uh mind if we say something quickly before we all go? we kinda wanted to get this off our chests” you spoke up getting everyone’s attention along with making Julieta and Isabella sit back down “adalante quierdo”Julieta said in a soft voice.

All these eyes on the both of you, the tension was getting higher by the second and all the more suffocating at that, you looked at Camilo trying to read each other’s mind on who is gonna speak first “So you all know how me and y/n have been friends for awhile now si?” Camilo said, his words were definitely laced with concern and nervousness.

Everyone nodded slowly and began to grow faces of concern, “can you help me out-“ he whispered to you, you nodded a bit and thought of what to say. “We’ve been friends for a few years now and we both…have officially decided” ‘oh god is this going well- are you stalling too much time’ thoughts made you choke up a bit.

Camilo grabbed your hand to calm you down a bit, you then raised your hands up showing that you were holding hands, “we’ve officially decided to..well y’know get together…” The silence in the room was deafening until tia Pepa had squeaked happily before clapping, this led mirabel and almost everyone else to congratulate the two of you. “oh mi yerno i’m so happy for you two” the last thing you heard from Pepa before Abuela stepped in.

“That is enough!” the commotion settled down and you and Camilo’s happy faces disappeared as everyone stared at Abuela, “I refuse to believe that one of my own has been together with someone of el mismo género” Camilo was shaking, you went to take his hand but he quickly moved it away out of instinct, “Abuela please it isn’t a bad thing if-“ “Quiet Mirabel” Mirabel had a hurt look on her face but nothing compared to the hurt Camilo was feeling right now.

Before anyone else can say anything more, Camilo stares down avoiding eye contact with everyone while running out of the kitchen, “Camilo! Wait up!” You sprinted upstairs towards your probable heart broken lover, “MAMA! what was that for?!” commotion began downstairs, best let them get everything out of their systems for now, you quietly pushed open your lovers door before gently closing it.

That’s when you heard the sobs and hiccups buried beneath pillows, you sat next to him before he clung onto you immediately, “sh sh amor im right here” you hugged his head while trying to cover his ears because of all the yelling happening, “lo siento I didn’t mean for…for any of this to happen, i’m a failure to the family i’m sorry.”

“Hey look at me” you gently cupped his cheeks before he leaned into your touch “you are not a failure, and if your abuela can’t see the good in you that’s on her, but didn’t you see everyone else’s support?” silence entered the room, Camilo’s rapid sobs and hiccups ended before his breathing picked up rapidly, getting faster with every second…he was having a panic attack.

“Amor? Amor! look at me please!” you cupped his face once again, you felt him take your arms “breath with me carino, in….and out….in….and out” you repeated this for a few minutes, after awhile his head was practically on your chest trying to feel you in every physical way he can to become grounded and breath normally.”

“Thank you…for being with me mi vida” he said before a knock on the door came, his breathing picked up slightly before the sound of Dolores and Pepa behind the door came through “can we come in?” You get up and open the door a bit “come in, he’ll enjoy the company” as if motherly kicked in Pepa came through and immediately hugged her kid while Dolores sat next to him patting his back.

“mami…no estas enojado?” he sounded so ashamed you swore your heart broke more then it already has, “oh corino I could never be mad at you for something that makes you happy, we enjoy having y/n over, the smile he gives you makes me so happy” Camilo’s mother said hugging him tightly, “I can tell you get in a better mood, whenever you’re around him, and I always hear you get all giddy when he’s around you huh?” “ay cállate I do not”, he said blushing into his mother.

Pepa let go of her son finally before making her way to you, he had a small look of disappointment but Dolores took this time to get her hugs in, “y/n please take care of mi niño,” she said rubbing your hand “he needs you and I know you’ll treat him right” she quickly looked towards her son, “and Camilo, if he doesn’t treat you like the wonderful boy you are you tell me immediately!” You made sure to remind yourself to apologize to Camilo after this incase you got on his bad side at all during your time together, definitely don’t want his mother on your case.

“Mami he treats me perfectly I hope I treat him just as well-“ you cut him off by placing a finger over his mouth, “you treat me just as well, I couldn’t ask for anymore then what you already do.” Tia Pepa pulled the three of you into a hug “give Abuela some time if she can’t come to terms with it she’ll answer to me.” Let’s just say you were Pepa’s yerno now and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

#encanto #camilo madrigal x male reader #camilo x reader #encanto fanfic #camilo x y/n #angst #comfort #camilo #madrigal #x male #x male reader #god angst is so good

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character! (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

– Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep. You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6 as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message:

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

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mochisdoll · 2 years

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i had an idea daiya no ace boys building pillow forts.

So I didn’t know if this was meant to be like one on one or multiple all building it together, but the ladder sounded more fun so I went with that. I could do one for each of them separately if you want

Feat: Miyuki, Kuramochi, Sawamura, Furuya, & Haruichi

"Make way Miyuki, sleepover in your room." You declare as you opened the door for Kuramochi and Sawamura who were carrying blankets and pillows piled high in their arms.

"Not in my room." Miyuki protested.

"We always hang out in your room! And we wouldn't want to bother anyone else, since your roommates are already away in the first place.” Sawamura told him, dumping the pillows onto the floor.

Miyuki sighed and leaned back in his chair. "So you're bothering me instead?"

"Yep, now get ready. This will be the best sleepover of your life, we're building a fort!" You held up the pillows in your hand.

"I don't want to build a fort, we're in high school."

"Is the fort off then?"

You all turn to see Furuya in the doorway holding several blankets and a look of anguish on his face.

"No, no, Furuya! It's still on. Just ignore him! He's being lame."

Kuramochi leaned over to Miyuki, putting up a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered. "Furuya told us he's never had a sleepover, Y/n felt so bad for him that they felt like had to have a sleepover. C’mon man, for them.”

Miyuki rolled his eyes but begrudgingly accepted his fate as Haruichi carried in a gaming system and a stack of games.

“Kanemaru said him and Tojo will be here soon with snacks.”

“Just how many people are coming?” Miyuki could feel a headache coming on.

“They’re just coming for the fort, not spending the night. Also, Zono and maybe Shirasu and Kawakami. Aso wanted to come but he’s swamped with classwork. ” You counted off on your fingers.

“But no first years allowed!” Sawamura exclaimed.

“How mature of us.”

“You’ve gotta cut it off at some point.” Kuramochi said as he began to spread out the blankets.

When Kanemaru and Tojo showed up, construction on the pillow fort began.

“Ugh, it’s sinking in the middle.”

“Use this to hold it up!”

“You kidding? If a metal bat falls on one of us it will hurt like hell.”

With the many, many pillows and blankets at your disposal, you were able to make a fort big enough to fit all of you, even the tardy Zono, Shirasu and Kawakami.

The night began with a Super Smash bros tournament that ended up getting a bit too heated to the point where you felt the need to put an end to it.

“There was lag! I would have and dodged in tune if there was no lag.”

“You lost Zono, just accept it.”

“Kawakami, I will go over there and-“

“Ok guys, maybe a change of pace. How about a movie?”

You all settled down into the fort as the choice movie, Titanic, picked by Sawamura and Kuramochi, started to play. Around the halfway mark, the people who weren’t sleeping over left and all that was left was the original six of you.

Miyuki reclined next to you on the ground, leaned up against the same pillow. All that illuminated the room was the light coming from the tv. The rest of the boys attention was being held by Leo Decaprio on the screen.

“Wow, can’t believe you decided to join us in the fort.” You whispered to him, to not break the focus of anyone else in the room.

“What’s the point of letting you guys wreck my room to build a fort if I’m n not going to get inside it? Plus it’s a sleepover, everyone has to sleep on the floor.”

“Your logic is sound.” You smiled at him, glad that he finally let himself indulge in being a high schooler.

By the time the movie had ended, all of them had passed out, not used to staying up too late because of the need to constantly wake up early. You turned off the tv and took your spot between Miyuki and Kuramochi.

It was nice. The ceiling of the fort hung low but it didn’t matter because everyone was laying. The usual cold dorms of Seidou felt warm with you wrapped up in blankets, surrounded by friends and pillows.

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“So, Furuya. How did you find your first sleepover?” Miyuki asked as he folded a blanket.

“First sleepover? I’ve had a sleepover before.”

Miyuki morphed his face into one of annoyance and turned to Kuramochi.

“It’s not his first one?”

“Yaha, about that. Yeah I lied, just needed to make sure the fort would happen. Y/n, did really want to build one.”

Miyuki turned to you and you gave him a worried smile. Warmth, and the memory of you pressed against him when he woke up spread throughout him.

He decided to not get mad at you.

#daiya no ace #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya #kuramochi youichi #sawamura eijun #furuya satoru #kominato haruichi #ace of diamond

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snoopdoodle · 3 years

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OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. “That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

#male reader #platonic bench trio #tommyinnit #x male reader #platonic tubbo #ranboo #dsmp x male reader #dsmp ranboo #dsmp angst #platonic!ranboo x reader #male!reader #platonic tommyinnit #dad!reader

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #beelzebub obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me imagine #obey me headcanon #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

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sky-drgn · 3 years

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Falling Asleep With You - Chuuya x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,460 Enjoy~ Edited, but there still might be spelling grammar mistakes

As the day dragged on nothing exciting happened in Yokohama. Chuuya Nakahara was pleased with this fact. It meant all he had to do was paperwork. No going out on missions. No killing or possibly getting killed. Chuuya simply had to fill out reports in his office. The red-haired male would be able to leave his office before the sun starts to fall.

On the other hand, Chuuya's significant other was not having an easy day. The redhead had been receiving text messages from her at least once an hour since the workday started. The day had started off well. (Y/N) had started off saying how she was excited to see Chuuya later in the day for dinner. She had planned to make their favorite food. His lover said she was looking forward to the meal almost as much as she was looking forward to seeing him. However, by the end of the day, (Y/N) had said to just bring over take-out. Too exhausted and annoyed from the day's work to bother cooking. So, knowing how much his girlfriend was looking forward to the night's dinner, he decided to cook and have dinner at his penthouse. Seeing his love’s happy face after a long day at work would be worth it all.

Chuuya was never one for cooking. It was always just himself, so making anything fancy after a long day of work was too much effort. However, seeing the way his love's eyes lit up was worth the effort and then some. He would do anything to see a smile on her face.

With dinner over the couple ended up on the couch to watch whatever was good on TV. Hours passed since they originally moved to the couch and some random movie played. Chuuya laid on his back with (Y/N) laying on his chest, her head comfortably tucked under his chin. The girl in question lay on her stomach as Chuuya's arms wrapped around her securely. The red-haired male was barely paying attention to the movie playing, he was really just enjoying the sweet moment with his girlfriend. Moments like this were rare and he wanted to savor it. He couldn't help but wonder if she was paying attention to the TV. So when he tuned back into reality and focused on his girlfriend, he got his answer in the form of a gentle snore. (Y/N) is fast asleep.

Chuuya couldn't help but tense at the realization that his girlfriend fell asleep so deeply on top of him. They'd been dating for about eight months but they'd never slept over the others' home, nor had they had sex. The Port Mafia executive had known going into the relationship that (Y/N) had never slept with anyone, and he never thought much of it. Not until they were both naked from the waist up a month a half into dating. (Y/N) had reminded him of her virginity and suddenly he couldn’t bring himself to take her innocence. To soil her with his dirty blood-stained hands. The male found himself lucky that his girlfriend didn’t mind stopping since his head wasn’t in it anymore. The pure understanding in her eyes when she reassured him that it was all okay made Chuuya feel like the luckiest man in the world. Now, four months short of a year, Chuuya hasn’t been able to wrap his mind around the idea of soiling his girlfriend. As if there was a small part of him that didn’t trust her- didn’t trust himself. Even with how accepting she had been with discovering his job and all that he’s done. (Y/N) accepts the red-haired male for who he is. The good, the bad, and the in-between. And with all that, she can find it in herself to let all her walls down and fall asleep so innocently on top of him? If the Port Mafia executive so desired, he could do some cruel things while she slept so peacefully. So why? Why is (Y/N) able to let her guard down so easily around him?

The answer is a simple one. One that Chuuya knows. (Y/N) loves him. Chuuya knew this, of course, he knew this. He saw it in everything they’ve done together. The sleeping girl reminds him of this fact often as well. And of course, he loves her back. Chuuya would do anything to make (Y/N) happy. Just as he did early in the evening. Laying with her like this, with (Y/N) fast asleep in his arms, his heart felt so full. It was never a secret that Chuuya loves (Y/N). He’d admit it to anyone that asked. He just never realized just how much he loves her and how much he’s loved in return. If Chuuya didn’t know before, he definitely knew now, (Y/N) is the one. He will marry her one day. No matter what.

While the executive would love to fall asleep right here and now, he wasn’t exactly comfortable. He couldn’t help but wonder how long (Y/N) would be able to stay comfortable. She was in her day clothes after all. While he didn’t have any of her clothes here, he did have a large t-shirt she could wear. And for pants? Well, they are the same height, surely he could find something. He didn’t own many sweat pants, but he was sure he could find a pair somewhere. But first, he had to find an extra toothbrush. Chuuya refused to let his love go to sleep for the night without at least brushing her teeth. So as reluctant as he was to get up, he knew had to. Luckily he was able to do so without waking her.

“Hey, Princess,” Chuuya said gently, shaking his lover awake.

“Hmm... Chuu?”

“I put a spare toothbrush for you in the master bathroom for you. Go brush your teeth then meet me in my room. And no asking questions.”

The sleepy girl did as her boyfriend said, too tired to think much otherwise. The boy in question smiled at his girlfriend walking into the bathroom. All he could think about was how cute she looked and how much he loved her. Though he quickly snapped back to reality and went to his room to look for clothes she could wear to sleep.

“What time is it?” Chuuya heard (Y/N) ask just as he finished putting his own sleepwear on.

“Late, love. I put a shirt for you on the bed. You can change into that to sleep. I’m still looking for sweatpants.”

“Help me change.” (Y/N) yawned.

It took a second for Chuuya to register what his lover said. And when he finally did he turned back to look at her, cheeks dusted pink. “Why can’t you change yourself?”

“Too tired.” And sure enough, (Y/N) looked like she was about to fall asleep sitting up on Chuuya’s bed.

With a sigh, Chuuya walked over to (Y/N) and helped her take off her shirt. The female had gone to take her bra off herself but was failing miserably. Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh as he took the article of clothing off for her.

“Thanks, Chuu.” (Y/N) hummed sleepily. The female putting the oversized t-shirt on herself. Chuuya would never tell, but he got it for an unexpected sleepover like today. He slept in a few times himself though because it was comfortable.

“Yeah yeah. Take your jeans off while I try to find sweatpants again.” Chuuya said with a light laugh.

Chuuya had just about reached his dresser when he heard his girlfriend wine for him to finish taking her pants off. "Don' need pants. This fine. Never sleep in pants anyway 's hot and uncomfy. Shorts better." (Y/N) added after. She also yawned, Chuuya saw it out of the corner of his eye and thought it was adorable.

"Fine, but I don't want to hear it in the morning." The tired redhead went back over even more tired lover. Carefully he removed his pants before stripping down his undershirt and boxers. Collecting all of the worn clothes, he put them in the hamper and then joined his lover in bed.

As soon as Chuuya was in bed, Y/N was cuddled up to his side. The redhead couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute his lover is. Though he cuddled her right back, arms wrapping around his girlfriend keeping her safe there. Chuuya watched as (Y/N) slept. Her even breaths of a deep sleep calming his mind more than anything else could. And sooner than he thought, he found himself falling asleep.

Chuuya got the best sleep he’s had in years that night.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya #chuuya x reader #falling asleep #fluff #chuuya fluff #chuuya x y/n

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Maeve//i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

Request: Could you please do something else with Maeve? Perhaps something where reader works with Maeve on an English project and she's surprised that they have so much in common. She realizes she has feelings for her somehow after that? Sorry that's sort of rubbish, have a swell day/night.

hey! what’s up everybody! i hope everyone is well, and i hope you like this!! title is from ‘the lakes’ by taylor swift!

- English projects are never fun

- I mean, who finds constant stress and a deadline that’s always far too close fun?

- Nobody

- That’s who

- Well apart from Mrs Jones

- Your year 9 English teacher who made every minute of her classes a living hell

- And who mysteriously went missing half way through the year after having a screaming match with a fellow English teacher

- When she was supposed to be teaching you Romeo & Juliet.

- One day she was accusing Miss Newman of being a terrible teacher and purposefully bumping up students grades so she looked better

- And the next day both her and Miss Newman were gone

- And you only got a replacement teacher when you moved into year 10

- Right now though

- Its seems Miss Sands is going through some stuff

- Because not only did she give you an assignment on Friday with a deadline of Monday

- She also chose your partners instead of letting you choose your own

- Which is why you’re stood outside of Maeve’s in the pouring rain

- On a frankly miserable Saturday morning

- It seems the weather knew exactly what sort of weekend you were facing

- And decided to make it even worse.

- By the third knock

- You’re about to give up

- The curtains are still drawn

- And you’ve seen more movement in a graveyard

- Plus

- You kind of already assumed you would be doing the project alone

- Maeve Wiley was known for being very...

- ...independant

- And group projects are no different

- You actually think she may be more independent during group projects

- So as soon as Miss Sands paired you together

- You knew

- You were 99% sure that

- You’d do your thing

- She’d do hers

- And then five minutes before the presentation

- You would figure out a way to connect the two.

- Anywayyyy

- While daydreaming about a time when you won’t have any assignments

- And making awkward, accidental eye contact with Maeve’s neighbours

- The door in front of you opens

- Simultaneously giving you a fright and almost knocking you out

- She yawns and scratches the top of her head

- ‘what are you doing here?’

- She sounds both tired and annoyed and you blink at her a few times before answering

- ‘er - i - the project. for english.’

- It takes her a few seconds to process what you’ve said

- But when she does

- She looks even more miserable than she did five seconds ago

- And you brace yourself for a long weekend

- She sighs and rolls her eyes

- Before slowly opening the door properly and letting you in

- You feel slightly nervous as you walk in

- But you really have no idea why

- It’s not like she’s a complete stranger

- But then again

- She’s not exactly a friend

- ‘don’t worry, i’ve hidden the drugs. i don’t really like to share anyway.’

- ‘what?’ you ask confused and she rolls her eyes again

- She huffs and crosses her arms before nodding to the slightly messy living room

- ‘i get it. we’re a bunch of benefit fraud chavs that do nothing but drink and smoke all day.’

- ‘that’s not what i was thinkin-’

- ‘sure it wasn’t.’ she rolls her eyes and you stare down at the floor. ‘i need to get changed so make yourself at home I suppose.’

- She walks into what you assume is her bedroom and slams the door behind her

- Leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room

- It’s small and slightly cramped

- And most people would say that all the stuff makes it look busy

- But to you

- It’s wonderful

- It’s filled with stories and memories

- Some self explanatory

- Some slightly more bizarre

- Like the wonky blue and yellow clay swan living on the coffee table

- You really want to know the story behind it

- But decide it might be a little early in your partnership to start asking about her attachment to a half swan, half moth looking ornament

- So instead you pick up a pile of books on the dining table and move them onto the floor

- You can hear Maeve opening and closing drawers while humming a familiar tune

- And you feel yourself relax slightly as you place your laptop and books where the books were previously sat

- Even if it does feel like you’re using all of your braincells to try and figure out where you’ve heard it before

- ‘wow, do you actually trust me around that?’

- ‘what?’ you stop humming and look up at her

- She looks between you and the laptop, staring at you expectantly

- ‘oh no. i mean of course i do.’ you blush and she shakes her head before sitting opposite you

- ‘so what do we know about women in fiction?’

- ‘historically they are written as either a femme fatalle type or some sort of innocent angelic being.’

- ‘they still are’

- ‘true’ you agree and flick through your textbook

- ‘why don’t we write about that then?’

- ‘what? how we’re still depressingly far back in the equality movement, despite being told otherwise?’

- She stares at you for a few seconds

- A mixture of shock and surprise

- Before nodding

- And smiling

- An actual genuine smile

- You didn’t even know she could do that

- Well you did

- Of course you did

- But you just haven’t seen it a lot

- Usually when you see Maeve

- She’s either mad, grumpy or very, very, very angry

- But her smiling

- Puts a smile on your face

- And this was definitely not where you thought this was going

- ‘yeah...that’

- ‘okay.’ you shrug. ‘you can do classic literature because i know you prefer them and i’ll cover modern works.’

- ‘how do you know i prefer classics?’

- ‘the pile of books’ you nod towards the floor and she follows your gaze, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘they’re all ripped and folded. you either love them or really, really hate them’

- ‘okay’ she eyes you suspiciously as you focus on your laptop

- And you can feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze

- However as quickly as they were there

- They disappear

- And the two of you fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence.

- After about half an hour

- Maeve stops what she’s doing to stretch

- ‘is it okay if i play some music?’

- ‘sure, it’s your place. do what you want...as long as its not awful’

- ‘and what constitutes as awful?’ she asks, a smirk playing on her lips

- ‘well’

- And with that one question

- Your entire day disappears in front of you

- Laptops and books are closed and long forgotten

- And instead you talk about music and movies

- Books and plays

- Characters that you love and hate

- And the fact that her favourite character is the one you hate the most

- She makes you lunch while you debate between movies and books and which adaptations are good

- And which ones should never have been made

- And you clean up and apologise profusely after a stray cushion (possibly thrown by you) ends up knocking the pan over

- Surprisingly

- She finds it quite funny

- And you let out a relieved sigh

- Soon the sun goes down on another day

- And you’ve barely written two paragraphs done between you

- ‘do you want to stay?’ she asks while your putting your jacket on

- If she’d asked you that this morning

- You would have thought she had lost it

- But now it feels almost inevitable

- And you feel genuinely lucky to be asked

- Not many people get to know Maeve

- The real her

- And that last person she told all of this to broke her heart

- Very publicly

- And she told herself she would never let herself be that vulnerable with someone ever again

- But this just feels right

- For some reason you feel right

- She feels safe with you

- And part of her hates herself for it

- But then again

- She hates herself for not getting to know you sooner

- She feels far too attached to you

- And it’s barely been twelve hours

- You of course agree to stay

- Shocking yourself and her

- And while she sorts to sofa out

- You excuse yourself to the bathroom

- Under the pretences of telling your parents where you are

- It takes two seconds to text them

- And the other 28 to ask yourself

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Why are you agreeing to this?

- Why do you feel like this?

- What are you feeling?

- Who knows?

- Not you

- Great

- Now you’ve been in the bathroom for a suspicious amount of time

- Just get it together, Y/n

- It’s just a study sleepover

- Maeve gives you a questioning look as you leave

- ‘you know how mums are. always worrying about where you are and what you’re doing’

- ‘i wouldn’t actually’ she shrugs and your eyes widen

- ‘oh shit, sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i’m an idiot.’

- ‘it’s fine’ she forces a laugh and you wince. ‘i got you an extra duvet and little women is ready to watch so i can show you that the book is better’

- ‘that’s not what i said and you know it’

- ‘i’m sorry. i can’t hear you over the sound of me being 100% right and you being 100% wrong.’

- ‘you may be good at english, but you suck at maths’

- The next day you wake up to the sun shining through the curtains

- And a clump of Maeve’s hair in your mouth

- You splutter and cough and wake her up quickly

- And she jumps away from you and smacks her head of the table

- The two of you ended up moving the blankets to the floor while watching Pride and Prejudice

- And neither of you bothered to move back

- Maeve yawns and scratches her head

- Exposing a small part of her stomach and you feel yourself become a little breathless

- ‘are you okay?’

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and she eyes you suspiciously

- ‘whatever’ she shrugs and starts making breakfast

- You watch as she pours to bowls of cereal

- Giving you the last of the milk

- And for a second you’re a little worried as to how she knew you liked it

- But then you remember that she also likes it and you had a whole discussion about the best and worst types of cereal at 2am

- And half way through breakfast

- You remember the original reason you’re here

- And both of you curse loudly

- Before rushing to finish eating

-You get half way through your project

- When Maeve asks if you want to go out for a bit

- And well

- She doesn’t need to ask you twice

- And by the time you come back

- The feeling you had last night returns

- And has settled in your stomach

- For the foreseeable future it seems

- It makes you feel both light and heavy at the same time

- And when you look at her

- You feel dizzy

- So you rush to finish the project

- So you can go home and pretend nothing has changed

- And yeah

- With the need to leave

- You get the rest of the assignment done fairly quickly

- But you end up leaving feeling more confused about Maeve as you did when you started this

- Maybe Miss Sands was right about a weekend project

- Any longer and you would have gone insane trying to figure out whatever the hell this is

- You just have to get through tomorrow and then you’ll be okay

- Everything will go back to normal

- You and Maeve can go back to being neutral to each other

- And you won’t have to deal with all of these confusing feelings that have decided to make an appearance for some reason

- Wellll

- Turns out Miss Sands was wrong

- A weekend is not enough time

- And the first few presentations are awful

- To put it nicely

- So you spend the next week in a permanent confused state

- Confused as to why you start looking for Maeve whenever you enter a room

- Confused as to why your heart skips a beat whenever you hear her laugh

- Confused as to why you never want her stop talking in class

- Even if the bell has rung and it’s lunch

- Confused to why you keep looking for excuses to go over to see her

- Despite your assignment being long done

- And even more confused as to why you feel anxious when you’re waiting for her to answer the door

- The next Monday rolls around both painfully slowly and far too quickly

- And while you wait for Ola and Danny to finish their presentation

- Your hands shake with anxiety while your grip your papers

- Maeve reaches over the table and gives them a reassuring squeeze

- But it just makes them shake more and she slowly pulls back

- Your turn can’t come quick enough

- But then it’s over far too quickly

- And you slump back down in your seat disappointed

- Despite Miss Sands’ praise

- Because it’s over

- You no longer have an excuse to hang out with her

- You never talked before

- So why do you care about after

- But there’s so much about her that you want to know

- Like the weird swan/moth hybrid

- And the ugly plate that sits on top of the bookshelf

- You want to be part of these stories

- You want to be able to point to these things and say

- ‘yeah, i know exactly why that is special to you’

- You want to be the reason to add to this random collection of stuff

- You want her to smile when she looks at them because they’ll remind her of you

- You want her to smile when she looks at you

- ‘y/n? are you okay?’ she asks making you jump

- The classroom is now empty and you didn’t even notice the bell go

- ‘ye-yeah’ you nod and grab your bag

- ‘are you sure?’ she grabs your arm forcing you turn around

- ‘whats the weird swan thing on your coffee table?’ you ask and she furrows her eyebrows at you. ‘it’s just i saw it when i first came over and i really want to know the story behind it’

- ‘oh. aimee went through a pottery phase last year and that was the only thing she made that didn’t have a hole in it.’

- ‘and the plate?’

- ‘birthday present from my neighbours’

- ‘they got you a plate?’

- ‘yeah, they don’t have any kids’

- ‘clearly’

- Silence fills the room and you stare at the peeling posters behind her head

- You can feel Maeve move closer to you and your breath hitches when she stops a few centimetres in front of you

- She grabs your hand and squeezes it again

- And your heartbeat increases

- ‘y/n?’

- ‘yeah?’

- ‘i’m really, really confused right now. like more confused that i have ever been in my life. but what i do know, is that if i watch you walk out of that door without saying anything first, then i’d regret it for the rest of my life. i’ve only ever felt like this about boys before, but now i feel this and more about you and i have no idea where it’s come from or what i need to do, but i do know i need to tell you. because otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair for either of us’ she whispers and you stare at her wide eyed

- ‘can i kiss you?’ she asks and you nod your head quickly

- Slowly she leans in

- Her eye flutter closed and you follow

- Your lips brush over hers

- Her hands wrap around you waist to pull you close

- And then your lips connect

- And you feel everything change

- She kisses you slowly

- And when you pull away you both feel breathless

- Her cheeks are bright red

- And there’s a shy smile playing on her lips as she looks at you bashfully

- And all of a sudden you feel really grateful for Miss Sands and her personal issues

- Although you really hope they are resolved now

- For your sake as well as hers

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primasveraas-writing · 3 years

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"Kent v Linebacker" -Ted Lasso

Roy's knee is fucked. This is well known.

His fucking monster child, who he loves, accidentally fucks it up more. Such is life.

Part 2 // Accompanying AU

WORDS: 2631

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Their first son is “built like a linebacker,” according to Ted Lasso. Roy shows his usual disdain at the reference to the wrong type of football, but Keeley wearily agrees- she was, after all, the one who carried then delivered their 10-pound baby.

Most people see their son and suggest rugby instead of football, even as they pile tiny Kent jerseys and footballs onto the new parents. Roy insists he doesn’t give a damn if their child wants to play rugby or football or join the damn chess club, but he also tears up the first time Keeley puts him in a tiny (or maybe just small) Richmond jersey.

Because of the way Roy and Keeley are, they balance each other out. Marriage and parenthood come to them relatively smoothly, save for typical growing pains and bumps in the road. But they figure it out, at least for the most part.

One of the more persistent bumps is Roy’s knee. Because, while he was forced to walk away from playing football, Roy is reluctant to accept other limitations. He’ll run or dance or carry around the baby’s new crib, and then swear and pop his knee back into place as needed. Doctors eventually find this out and inform him that this is, in fact, bad. Roy Kent tells them to fuck off. He doesn’t echo this sentiment when Keeley suggests that they’re right.

Because, as usual, she seems to have a point. It doesn’t always take a miles-long Christmas day walk or a rom-com style sprint to Ted Lasso to fuck up Roy’s knee. Somedays, it’s going down the stairs one too many times. Or standing up long enough to make Keeley a fancy dinner. Or jumping around in the coaches’ box after a Richmond win. So Roy concedes this matter, and anyway, he doesn’t particularly enjoy moving his kneecap around or Phoebe’s and Keeley’s face when he does so.

Roy scales back, reluctantly and unhappily. He does modified yoga with the moms and they suggest stretches to help him. Roy doesn’t push himself nearly as much, and so the pain in his daily life decreases.

Then Roy becomes a father, and then his son becomes a toddler.

Oliver is a fucking ray of sunshine. He’s inherited Keeley’s bubbly personality, something evident from his first dazzling smile and the peals of laughter that soon follow. When he starts to talk, he does so incessantly, and he puts every ounce of his energy into babbling and running literal circles around his parents. Even Keeley- even Ted Lasso, occasional babysitter- struggle to keep up. But Roy and Keeley and the Richmond team do their level best to entertain and supervise him, and it works.

Then, because they’re fucking daft, Roy and Keeley decide they want another fucking monster to turn their lives all upside down.

Oliver is three when they tell him he’s going to be a big brother. He’s overjoyed, then he cries, then he’s comforted, then he’s overjoyed again. Roy is the happiest he’s ever fucking been with his son, and Keeley pregnant, and then life comes along and fucks it all up again.

Father and son are just home from preschool, Oliver restarting his long-winded recap of his day when he sees Keeley. Roy hobbles through the door behind him, grinning at Keeley for half a second. She beams back at him, then returns her attention to their child, brows furrowing as she tries to decipher his somewhat senseless story.

Roy’s standing by Keeley’s side, hand on her shoulder as they listen the best they can. Oliver reaches a part of his tale that’s especially exciting- something about cupcakes and a classmate’s birthday, and he gives a shout, then springs up with his arms spread wide, and-

-forty pounds of force collide with Roy’s bad leg. He hears Keely gasp, which is what registers first, then his vision goes white as pain overtakes him, and he feels himself falling.

He opens his eyes a moment later, and Keeley is crouching at his side awkwardly, the swell of her stomach hindering her. Oliver gives a noise that indicates he’s probably about to cry, and Roy shushes him through a groan.

“Fuck,” Roy says, his voice strained. “I’m okay.”

Keeley purses her lips, which indicates she’s well aware of his lie, but she draws Oliver against her side, rubbing circles into his back as she takes Roy’s hand.

“It hasn’t been this bad before, has it?”

Roy shakes his head. “I think I’m fucked,” he confesses, trying to keep the uncertainty and pain out of his words.

“ER fucked?”

“Fuck no.”

“Can you get up, Roy?” Keeley would sound impatient if not for the way her tone wavers. Roy shifts, babying his leg, and Keeley watches as he winces, cringes, and swears again.

Keeley whispers something to Oliver, and he sniffs loudly before scampering off into the kitchen. His wife stands, unsteady and off-balance, and reaches down to help him. Roy uses only his left leg to rise, trying not to knock Keeley over, and he staggers before grabbing the back of the couch to steady himself. Keeley holds onto his elbow and guides him around so he can sit.

“I’m fucked,” Roy reiterates, and this time, Keeley just nods.

In the end, there’s no ER visit- just a few pulled strings to get Roy into the doctor the next day. Rebecca stops by to deliver crutches and a few bottles of painkillers once Keeley realizes that Roy can’t get to the bathroom- or anywhere else, for that matter- on his own. More reluctantly, Ted is called, and he promises to give Oliver the “best darn sleepover since the movie Sleepover.” Roy isn’t particularly keen on Ted being privy to this particular moment of weakness, but Ted leaves with Oliver quickly enough, and Keeley’s pretty sure that even just a few minutes of exposure to Ted is enough to force some positivity into Roy’s outlook, and for that, she’s grateful.

Roy sleeps on the couch that night, as stairs are out of the question. Even if he could manage to struggle up them, he can only imagine coming back down via a painful fall. He’s alone, too, because, despite Keeley’s protests, he’s not about to let his pregnant wife sleep anywhere but a proper bed.

He lies awake long after kissing and texting Keeley goodnight, and he contemplates the quiet of the house and the apparent severity of the situation. The doctor had wanted Roy to come in today, but she didn’t throw a fit when he insisted he could wait. Instead, he’ll see her tomorrow, first thing, and Ted will take his son to school, and Keeley and Roy will both miss work for Roy’s least-favorite type of doctor’s appointment.

“You dislocated your kneecap again,” Doctor Patel explains, gesturing to an x-ray of a very fucked up knee. “The first time, you twisted it.” She points to a slightly less fucked up x-ray. “But continually dislocating your knee weakened the ligaments. So, when Oliver collided with you, your ACL and meniscus tore completely.”

“That’s why it hurt so damn much.”

Patel nods, then sighs. “You mentioned chronic pain worsening over time- you did everything right, trying to keep it at bay, but this- along with additional trauma- can worsen a knee injury.”

Roy grunts. He expected as much. The first doctor he saw after his final match had warned of this, along with things like arthritis and all sorts of complications. His main worry was that his football career was over, and there was nothing he could do about that, so any accompanying outcomes seemed unimportant.

He was wrong, apparently.

“It’s not unusual for these injuries to get worse over time. Especially when you’re not gentle with yourself. But, your symptoms are indicative of severe tearing. I’m also worried about nerve damage.”

“So what do we do now?”

Keeley is the one who asks, gripping Roy’s hand. He glances at her, then squeezes her hand.

Patel hesitates. Roy likes this doctor- her knowledge and honesty have been extremely comforting to both him and Keeley over the years. She doesn’t take bullshit, not even Roy’s, and he appreciates that about her.

But it’s unusual for her to hesitate.

“I believe our best option is open knee surgery,” she says, and her eyes soften when Roy’s jaw clenches. “There are other routes we can pursue, but we’re at a point where they may not be as effective.

“What are they?”

“We can do more tests and try an arthroscopic surgery or other minimally invasive options, but-”

Roy tunes her out. He’s the last football player of his generation- he’s seen everyone he played with at the beginning of his career retire, and the various injuries that forced this fate upon his fellow footballers. Open knee surgery is a big fucking deal. Especially since he’s not a fucking grandma.

“It’s a long fucking recovery time,” Roy says finally.

A nod.

“We have a baby due in three months.” This time, Keeley squeezes Roy’s hand.

“If all goes well, you’ll be walking unassisted by then. Enough for midnight diaper changes, so long as you don’t sprint into the nursery.”

“And it’ll work best?”

“I can say with reasonable confidence that your case is severe enough to warrant this surgery, and that the other surgeries aren’t typically successful in similar cases.”

“Fuck. Let’s do it.”

They schedule surgery for a few days later, which is a quick turnaround, but it’s enough time for two Richmond matches to take place. The first falls on the day after Roy’s doctor visit, and the second one is the day of the surgery. This gives him pause- Roy’s first and longest love is football, and he’s loath to step away, even for a week. But he thinks of Oliver, hesitant to hug his father when they get home, and Keeley, sneaking glances at him as if expecting him to break when she’s not looking.

Roy trudges- or limps- forward. He stays home for the first Richmond match and tries to ignore Keeley scrolling through Twitter with a worried look on her face. They had debated what would be worse- to miss the match with no explanation, or for Roy to show up on crutches and in obvious pain. In the end, the desire for privacy (and maybe easing Roy’s discomfort) won out, and Keeley and Roy and Oliver watch the match from their living room. Roy and Oliver shout at the TV, and Keeley livetweets, and it’s okay until the post-match conference.

“Coach Lasso! Roy Kent was missing from the coaches’ box tonight. Can you explain why? Has there been a professional change or has something personal occurred?”

Ted holds up a hand, stemming the reporter’s flow of questions. He smiles at her easily, but Roy knows that no matter what Ted says, there’ll be speculation. A nonanswer is still an answer, but they decided as a team to keep the public in the dark as long as possible, to maintain any privacy Roy has.

“Roy and his family are jus’ fine, thank you. As far as I know, Roy hasn’t decided to leave our coaching team, so we’re all good there.” Ted clears his throat, and Roy wonders if his mentor is uncomfortable telling half-truths to the press. “Roy needed some personal time away, but I expect you’ll be seeing him back again shortly. Thanks.”

“Well, that wasn’t complete shit,” Roy muses in near-approval. Keeley hums noncommittally.

“No,” she agrees, pleased. “And I livetweeted the whole thing so nobody thinks one of us is dying.”

“Perfect,” Roy says, satisfied. So long as they don’t get hounded on the way to the hospital. He looks down at his lap, where Oliver is curled against him, fast asleep. Roy moves slightly so that he can wrap his arm around his son, and sighs.

Keeley looks up at them and grins as she takes in the sight. “Look at my boys,” she says softly, and Roy’s heart melts just a little.

Surgery goes well, and Roy leaves the hospital the same day. His memories of the event and the hours after are fuzzy, but Keeley informs him that he watched the Richmond match while the anesthetic wore off, and proceeded to shout an absolutely incomprehensible mix of words and swears at the TV. Richmond lost, but it was hard fought, and it’s days later when Keeley confesses to Roy that he actually cried once the final result was clear. Roy would be less concerned by this if he could remember it at all, but at the same time, he’s reassured that his plan of being totally unaffected by major surgery and attending the match in person didn’t pan out.

Roy quickly decides he’s utterly useless on crutches, instead letting Oliver expend his energy by fetching things like water and painkillers and phone chargers for his dad. There’s plenty for him to do; Oliver thrives with given purpose, and under the extra attention Roy has to spare. He hates being unable to carry his son, but he can still cuddle with him, and draw with him, and even though Keeley is burdened with bathing and chasing after Oliver, Roy can still fucking help here and there. Like telling Oliver to eat his broccoli or clean up his shit, because vegetables are fucking important and his son isn’t a slob.

His return to Richmond is less smooth. He doesn’t want anybody’s fucking pity, least of all from the boys on the team, or from Ted Fucking Lasso, but instead of the fearful reactions Roy’s used to, Roy’s treated with a gentleness he absolutely fucking despises. Nobody wants to push back against his heightened grumpiness (a side effect of knee surgery is that it fucking hurts and this makes Roy very unhappy), and Ted somehow feels obligated to hang back with him as he limps up to the field each day. His fellow coach also launches into several tirades about his and Beard’s and his great uncle Roger’s various injuries over the years, and Roy ends his first week back feeling, unfortunately, closer to all three men, including the one he’s never fucking met in the first place.

Keeley’s made sure to officially announce that he’s had surgery, explaining away his absence and all the speculation that went with it. The press will likely hound him anyways, but Roy already has his response planned (“Fuck off!”).

The crowd cheers him during their next match. He hobbles slowly behind the rest of the coaches, using one crutch even though he really should be using both, swearing under his breath at the soft terrain and his shit balance and fucking kneecaps for being so fragile in the first place. Keeley would say all this support is sweet, and he catches a glimpse of her beaming at him from the stands, Oliver bouncing on her lap, and the agony and humiliation dulls.

Richmond plays a great fucking game. It’s not their best match ever, but they win and celebrate accordingly. Roy makes his excuses earlier than usual; he knows he’s put Keeley through the wringer in the past week, and Oliver keeps rubbing his eyes, and there’s nothing more that Roy wants than to read his son a fairytale then cuddle with his wife in bed.

So they go home, and do exactly that.

Roy’s last thought before he drifts off that night, having tucked Oliver into bed and kissed Keeley quite thoroughly, is of how fucking perfect his life is. And, although he echoes that thought many more times, one of the more poignant occurrences is when his daughter is born, and he holds her in his arms for the first time.

Yeah. Pretty fucking perfect.

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ghosthunterbuck · 3 years

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would you love me for the hell of it?

buddie (2.4k) (read it on AO3)

As stupid as it seems now, Eddie always thought they’d have more time.

He should know better. If the bullet wounds that riddle his body weren’t evidence enough, the scarring that he knows twists across Buck’s leg should have been. It wasn’t, though. Despite everything they’d been through, Eddie always thought they’d have enough time.

Now, though, as he opens the door to find Buck already standing in front of it, he knows they’ve finally run out. Eddie draws him into a hug without a second thought. There’s no space left for pretenses.

“I didn’t even knock,” Buck says into his shoulder. Eddie can hear the unsteadiness in his voice and it breaks his heart all over again. None of it was supposed to happen like this.

“I was coming to find you,” Eddie says thickly. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I couldn’t stop checking the time, so I turned it off,” Buck admits. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie let’s go of Buck, but only long enough to grab his hand and pull him inside. “It’s okay,” Eddie says softly. “I get it.” And he does, god he does. He’d unplugged the microwave hours ago, just so he didn’t have to see its mocking green numbers staring back at him.

“Buck!” Christopher exclaims from the living room floor.

“Hey, buddy!” Buck says, crouching next to him. It amazes Eddie that, even now, Buck manages to exude the bright, beautiful energy he always has in front of Christopher. He kind of loves him for it.

It’s not the first time Eddie’s had the thought, but it might be the first time that he has no urge to run from it or to push it down until he can put Buck neatly back into the best friend slot he’d occupied in Eddie’s mind for so long. What’s the point in all that now? Whatever he’d been afraid of losing, there’s a countdown on all of it now.

Christopher’s explaining his drawing in detail to Buck, and it makes Eddie’s heart ache. Sure, Chris has been growing like a weed lately, but Eddie’d figured he had a year or two left of this at least.

Maybe time has always been the enemy, and he’s just the last one to work it out.

Thank god for Buck. As much as it hurts, knowing with certainty now just how good Buck is at pretending to be okay, Eddie can’t help but be grateful for Chris’s sake. He sits down on the couch next to them and puts his hand on Buck’s shoulder, just because he can. Buck looks up at him questioningly, and Eddie offers him a small smile. Buck nods and smiles back, but Eddie can read the sadness there.

“Can we watch a movie?” Chris asks eventually.

“Yeah, mijo, pick one out,” Eddie says, opening the Netflix app on the TV and handing Christopher the remote. “Me and Buck will make snacks.”

He stands, knowing Buck will follow.

In the kitchen, Eddie allows his facade to crack, just a little. He rests his head tiredly against Buck’s shoulder, smiling a little when Buck’s arms automatically encircle him.

“I thought you’d be with Maddie,” he says softly.

Eddie feels Buck shake his head and swallow. “I saw her, Chim, and Jee this morning. But I needed -- god, Eddie, you have to know.”

Eddie pulls back and looks Buck in the eye. He sees love reflected there, just like he always has. “I do,” he says softly. “Me too.”

Buck lets out a wounded noise and pulls Eddie back into the embrace.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Eddie whispers, eyes burning with unshed tears.

“No place I’d rather be for the end of the world,” Buck jokes weakly. His hands tremble against Eddie’s back.

None of it was supposed to happen like this. The comet was supposed to pass close enough to Earth to be a spectacular show for anyone in the Eastern hemisphere, then continue its way around the sun and back out into the Kuiper belt. Hell, Chris has been excited about it, Buck too. They’d been talking about it for months, Buck helping Christopher learn everything he could about where comets came from and what they were made of.

And then something happened. Eddie doesn’t really understand it, but he keeps hearing words like dark matter and quantum mechanical black hole and gravity wells. The gist of it, though, Eddie gets. Something changed the path of the comet, and instead of passing them by harmlessly, it’s now on a collision course. The entire world got less than two week’s warning.

The comet is something like eleven miles wide, he’d heard on the radio. Large enough for an extinction-level event, Buck had told him quietly.

He knows that there are people around the world frantically working to prevent that. He also knows that the odds are bleak. It all came down to time, all over again. There wasn’t enough. There never is.

“Am I doing the right thing?” Eddie asks Buck softly. “Not telling Christopher?”

The fierceness with which Buck answers surprises him, though perhaps it shouldn’t. “He doesn’t need to know. You’re doing the right thing, Eds, he shouldn’t have to face this. Either the world doesn’t end, and we scared him for no reason, or…” Buck trails off, but Eddie gets his meaning.

Eddie swallows and nods. “You’re right,” he says. “He doesn’t-“ he cuts himself off and shuts his eyes tight.

Buck squeezes him again. I’m here, the gesture says. Eddie squeezes back.

The movie Christopher picks is one they’ve seen before, and Eddie’s grateful. It’s easier to tune it out, to keep his eyes on Christopher and Buck instead.

When they’d returned with snacks, Christopher had immediately asked if he could sit with Buck. Buck had turned to him, expression stricken. The sentiment was obvious.

“Only if Buck sits with me,” Eddie’d replied. They’d ended up pressed together from their shoulders to their ankles with Chris sprawled out across both of them.

It’s the kind of domesticity Eddie’s caught himself daydreaming about more than once.

When the movie ends, Chris asks to stay up and wait for the comet. Of course he’d remembered it’s tonight. Eddie doesn’t know why he expected otherwise.

“No, buddy, we’ll watch the video tomorrow,” Eddie says. The lie tastes like ash on his tongue.

Chris begins to pout, but Buck steps in.

“Trust me,” he says. “If we wait until tomorrow, we’ll get to watch the best video, instead of some shakey news camera. You wouldn’t want to spoil that, would you?” Buck asks, pasting on his most infectious grin. Knowing it’s fake makes Eddie’s chest ache.

“Tell you what, though,” Eddie says, “how about we all have a sleepover in my room tonight?”

Christopher cheers at that.

Eddie smiles. It’s small and it’s watery, but it’s real. Buck presses his shoulder further into Eddie’s, a comforting pressure.

“Go get ready for bed and pick out a book, okay?”

Christopher grins and slides off the couch. The tears that have been threatening at the corners of Eddie’s eyes all night long return with a vengeance, and as soon as Christopher disappears around the corner, they finally fall.

His shoulders shake silently, and Buck pulls him to his chest. Buck’s warm fingers card through his hair, and he could swear he feels the ghost of a kiss pressed against the top of his head. Under any other circumstance, the thought would be electrifying. Now, though, it just makes the ache inside him grow.

In another lifetime, they could have had this. Decades, maybe, of unrestrained affection. Love. God, what had they been waiting for?

He feels the unsteadiness of Buck’s breath and knows without looking that he’s crying too. Mourning the same thing, Eddie suspects.

He hears Christopher making his way back towards them, and reluctantly pulls out of Buck’s embrace. He does his best to wipe the tears away and school his expression, but if the way Christopher frowns at him is any indication, he isn’t successful.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asks, looking between them.

Eddie pulls him close and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Everything’s okay,” he says softly.

“Your Dad and I were just talking about something sad,” Buck says, “but you don’t need to worry about it, okay?”

“What was it?” Chris asks.

Buck looks panicked and desperately sad, all at once.

“There were some people we couldn’t save,” Eddie says. This, at least, feels something like the truth. “And that made us feel sad, buddy.”

“It’ll be okay,” Christopher says seriously, looking at both of them in turn.

“You’re right,” Buck says, sounding a little choked up. “As long as we’re all together, it will be.”

They settle in Eddie’s bed and read a chapter from Chris’s book, the fifth in the Percy Jackson series. They’re barely halfway through it, but part of Eddie wants to push through the rest. He wants to know how it ends. Wants Christopher to know. Christopher should get to —

Eddie screws his eyes shut. Christopher should get to graduate, to fall in love, and to have kids of his own. He should get to grow old and gray and he should get to finish his damn book.

It’s not fair. None of this is fair.

All of the things Chris has been through - losing his mom, the tsunami, nearly losing Eddie - what’s the point of it all if he doesn’t get to grow from it, to heal past it?

Eddie wants to scream and cry and punch something. Instead, he keeps reading, steadily as he can, until Christopher is fast asleep between him and Buck.

After a few minutes of silence, both of them watching the steady rise and fall of Christopher’s chest, Buck taps Eddie’s wrist and nods towards the hall. He slips out of bed, and Eddie follows, careful not to jar Chris.

He finds Buck leaning against the wall, head tipped back, eyes closed. Eddie stands next to him, mindless of personal space. It had always been an afterthought between them, anyway.

“I’m in love with you,” Buck says casually, after several moments of silence. He opens his eyes and tips his head forward, gaze landing on Eddie. “I can’t even remember why I was so afraid to say it.”

“Me too,” Eddie says. He laces his fingers with Buck’s. “I’m in love with you too. I have been, I don’t even know how long.”

Buck chuckles softly, sadly. “We have the worst timing,” he says, turning his entire body towards Eddie.

Eddie turns to meet him, and Buck’s hand comes up to graze Eddie’s jaw.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie asks, surprising himself. It shouldn’t feel like such a leap, but it does. It’d be terrifying, but Eddie’s always trusted Buck to catch him when he falls.

Instead of answering, Buck leans in and brushes his lips against Eddie’s, soft and gentle and everything and altogether not enough. Eddie chases him as he pulls back, capturing him in a deeper kiss. It’s hard and desperate, yet somehow achingly tender as if their bodies know that their first kisses will almost certainly be their last.

Buck lets out a half-choked sob and buries his fingers in Eddie’s hair. He doesn’t let go, even as they break the kiss, just leans their foreheads together. Somewhere along the line, Eddie’s fingers have fisted in Buck’s shirt. He doesn’t let go either.

“Eddie,” Buck says, raw and grief-stricken.

“Evan,” Eddie whispers. It’s only the second time he’s used Buck’s given name. If the way Buck’s breath hitches is any indication, he notices too.

Buck kisses him again then, filthy at first, then slowing into something sweet. In another lifetime, Eddie could spend hours like this, trading kisses with Buck. In this lifetime though…

Eddie cups Buck’s jaw and pulls back. “I love you,” he says because if this is his only chance, he’s not going to let Buck doubt it for a minute.

“I love you, too.”

Eddie takes Buck by the wrist and pulls him back into the bedroom, turning off lights as they go. They break apart just long enough to settle on either side of Chris, facing one another. Buck throws an arm across both of them, and Eddie brushes an errant lock of hair from Buck’s forehead.

The minutes tick by slowly as they lay in the dark, until Eddie finally speaks.

“If there’s something after all this…” Eddie whispers, “Promise you’ll find me?”

Buck lifts his arm and holds out his pinky finger. Eddie wraps his own around it.

“I promise,” Buck says.

It means something. It has too.

Eddie doubts he’ll sleep, but somehow, in between listening to Christopher’s breathing and watching Buck watch him, he slips into a dark, dreamless slumber.

The sunlight that wakes Buck is warm on his face, just like the sheets that pool around his waist. He wants to luxuriate in it, to let the sweetness of sleep pull him back under, but this time of year, if the sun’s already out, he’s late for work.

Buck’s eyes fly open. The sun’s out. He’s in Eddie’s bed. He’s late for work. Holy shit. He doesn’t even try to contain the grin that spreads across his face. He rolls over and shakes Eddie’s shoulder.

“Eddie, Eddie, wake up,” he whispers excitedly.

Eddie lifts his head, looking rumpled and adorable. He grumbles something completely unintelligible, and the smile on Buck’s face gets even wider.

“We’re late for work,” Buck says, practically bouncing.

“Shit,” Eddie says, scrubbing a hand across his face.

“Eds, you don’t understand. We’re late for work.”

The sleep clears from Eddie’s face almost as quickly as it had from Buck’s. “Oh my god,” he says, taking in the decidedly intact world around them. “It missed. Buck, it missed!”

Eddie surges forward, mindful of the still-sleeping Christopher between them, and kisses him square on the lips. They’re both smiling too hard for it to go anywhere, but it’s still the best kiss of Buck’s life.

Eventually, they’ll get up. They’ll distract Christopher with pancakes and turn on the news to learn that the global joint effort to divert the comet (“They nuked a comet, Eddie! That’s insane!”) was a success. They’ll find Christopher the video they promised, in a press release from NASA. They’ll let him see the comet’s bright blazing path across the sky, but they won’t tell him just how close it came. They’ll text Bobby to let him know they’re running late. They’ll receive a reply to let them know that, just this once, it’s okay. They’ll do all of these things in time, but for now, they bask in the simple joy of being alive and together.

Another lifetime, Eddie had thought the night before. No, he’s going to make this one count.

#sorry for the repost i don't think this showed up in the tags the first time lol #911 #buddie #9-1-1 #abbie writes #fic

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I Need You (Part 11)

Summary: Sequel Series to the Do You Want to Know a Secret ? Series. Reader accepts a job as a photographer for a band as they begin a tour mid-1966, what happens when she finds out that she knows them ?

After the last concert in Germany, specifically Hamburg, the six of you headed back to the hotel, and while Brian wanted to stay in, the five of you that remained decided to head out to the pubs to celebrate a successful concert.

You all were squished into a booth, and you were sat between George and John, and John had his arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you were gulping down pint after pint.

You were drunkenly singing a Buddy Holly tune as you swayed back and forth in the booth knocking shoulders with both George and John.

George had noticed that you and John both weren’t slowing down with the drinks so he decided he’d better, to make sure you didn’t get hurt.

You linked arms with John and gasped, a brilliant idea coming to your mind, “John! Can we have a sleepover?!” You asked, nearly shrieking.

John grinned, “Yeah! A sleepover!” He agreed enthusiastically.

George bit his lip to bite back the bitter comment that was sure to come out if he opened his mouth.

“And Geo can come too!” You said, whipping around to wrap your arms around George’s neck.

“Sure, darling,” George drawled, never having been able to say no to you.

“Yay!” You said with a giggle, holding onto George and pulling yourself so you were straddling his lap while giving him a tight hug.

George held your waist for support, obviously not complaining about you being in his lap.

Paul whined from across the booth, “What about me? Can I come?” He looked at you, begging with large puppy dog eyes.

“No!” John shrieked, suddenly speaking up.

Paul visibly pouted and whimpered, obviously upset.

You pouted your lip when you saw Paul so upset, “Of course you can Paulie,” you said with a gentle smile, moving out of George’s lap to lean across the table and hold his hand. “And you too, Ringo,” you said, reaching out for his hand as well.

While you held the other lads hands, George was holding onto your waist, not only to steady you but also just to have you in his close proximity.

Paul’s face split in a grin and he leaned across the table to plant a kiss on your lips, which you instantly recoiled from, retreating back into George’s arms.

John and Ringo watched the scene unfold, seeing how George’s arms tightened around you as you placed your hands on top of his on your stomach.

“Don’t ever do that again, Macca,” George threatened, his eyes turning black in anger.

“‘m sorry, love, I didn’t mean anything by it—“ Paul tried to explain but no one was having any of it.

Your eyes were still wide in shock as your grip on George tightened, needing to feel some source of comfort.

Sensing that this scenario wasn’t going to dissolve itself, Ringo spoke up, “I think maybe Paul and I should go back to the hotel, ‘m sure he didn’t mean any harm,” he spoke, standing from the booth and letting Paul climb out after him.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N),” Paul whispered as he and Ringo walked away, in a voice that was barely audible.

You just nodded, not trusting your words as you watched the pair of them walk away.

“Well that sure was a mood-killer, eh?” John said with a huff, taking a large gulp from his pint, as he slid Paul’s half empty glass towards himself.

You nodded as you took a large drink from your glass, downing the remaining contents in one gulp.

George held you close to his chest, seeing as you were still somewhat startled by Paul’s actions.

You turned your head to look at George, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw, “Georgie? Can you get me another pint?” You asked in a sweet voice, which nearly caused George to burst out laughing, your romantic gesture greatly contrasting the words that came from your lips.

“Of course, darling,” he answered, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “but I have to get up in order to do that.”

You whined contorting your body so that your top half was pressed against his chest, “No,” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck as faux tears appeared in the corners of your eyes, “don’t leave me.”

“Let the lad get us a pint,” John complained from beside you, “he’ll only be gone a minute anyhow.”

You frowned at his bluntness, though you slid yourself out of George’s lap and released him from your clutches, “Okay,” you said in a very sad voice.

George’s heart ached to see you like this, even if it was something as silly as this, “I’ll be right back, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek just before he walked away.

When George returned, he found that you were sitting across from John where Paul and Ringo had been not long ago. You had told him you moved because he was ‘annoying you’ and because he ‘smelt bad’.

George set two pints on the table, one for you and one for John, before settling into the seat beside you.

“We’re still having a sleepover, yeah?” John asked, swirling his drink around in his glass.

“Well, duh,” you deadpanned, “what else do bestfriends do.”

“Well, you and George are ‘bestfriends’ and I’m sure that you two have done the deed. So if you’re interested—“ John began but was cut off by George.

“Not gonna happen, lad,” he said in a threatening tone.

You giggled at the exchange, leaning against George’s shoulder, “We haven’t done anything, Johnny,” you said.

“Obviously, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife,” John muttered, though both of you could hear it.

You blushed and looked down, smiling softly as you felt George’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

“You two make me sick,” John said, complimented by a fake gag.

“Oh shush,” you said, grabbing your pint and taking a large gulp from it. “After I finish this, let’s go back to the hotel.”

The boys nodded in agreement, and sat in silence as you and John finished your drinks.

You and John had your arms intertwined as you walked the streets back to the hotel, George following closely behind.

The two of you were drunkenly singing ‘That’ll Be The Day’ as you stumbled towards your room.

“All your hugs ‘n kisses,” you slurred, gripping onto John for dear life as George ushered you both into the lift.

“And your money too!” John chirped, hiccuping as he did.

“Well,” you drawled, “y’know you love me baby.”

John sputtered out a slew of words that didn’t hardly resemble the lyrics, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles, gripping onto George’s arm to steady yourself.

The two of you continued the song, skipping into the chorus as you sang in an ear piercing unison.

You got off the lift at your floor, pulling the two boys to your door as you suddenly remembered that you didn’t know where your key was.

“I’ve got it, love,” George murmured, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your back as he slipped the key into the lock and opened the door for you.

“Oh! My hero!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his cheek.

John let out a groan as he plopped himself on the bed, “You two best not fuck each other while I’m in the bed,” he said, being as blunt as humanly possible.

You rolled your eyes and detached yourself from George as you ran and launched yourself onto the bed, narrowly missing John’s body as you landed.

“Sometimes, I wish I could zip your mouth shut,” you said as you rolled over onto your back and scooted towards him.

John gasped, feigning hurt, “That is so mean! Take that back right this instant!” He shrieked.

“Never,” you said as you sleepily curled into his side, “Where’s my Georgie?” You asked, popping an eye open to look for him.

“Right here, love,” George answered, climbing into bed beside you.

You grinned and turned your body around to wrap your arms around his small frame, “Mm, I love this,” you said with a sigh of pure comfort.

George grinned and held you close to him, running his had up and down your back.

John whined, obviously jealous of the contact you and George were sharing, and crawled on top of you and George, wrapping his arm around you both and nesting his head against George’s shoulder.

George grunted at the sudden added weight, but didn’t voice any complaints as the three of you laid in silence.

You looked up at George with a drunken smile, “Hi,” you whispered.

He couldn’t help but grin at your expression, “Hi,” he replied quietly, as to not wake the beast that was now snoring and drooling on George’s shoulder.

Your breaths mixed with your close proximity, and you could only get closer to each other.

Soon your noses were pressed against one another as the two of you giggled.

Everything was funny to you in your drunken state.

Until it wasn’t.

Tears began pouring down your face and George’s smile and laughter were soon wiped away with a look of concern and worry.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, caressing your cheek with his hand.

“It’s my fault,” you sobbed, leaning into George’s touch.

“What’re ye talking about?” He asked again, moving so that John naturally fell off of him and behind him on the bed.

“If I’d have just come to London with you, we would be together,” you cried, tears falling in large streams down your cheeks.

“Oh, love,” George sighed, pulling you to his chest. “My dear, sweet girl,” he whispered, “none of this is your fault, we were so young, and we weren’t ready for each other.”

You continued to cry into George’s chest, “I—I just love you s—so much, Geo,” you managed through body-rattling sobs.

“I love you too, so so much,” he murmured as he ran a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Forever and ever, my darling.”

You fell asleep with your bodies intertwined, leaving no space between the two of you, and John tucked under the blankets behind George’s back.

#love #george harrison #the beatles #john lennon #music #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george #beatles x reader #george harrison fic #1966 #female reader

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