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[ma1dita]

it will pass

part two can be found here -> without a doubt

words: little under 2k

summary: Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

warnings: none! fem!reader; i would die for best friend!james, did not demonize lily; angst, unrequited love, lil childhood speech impediment, cheesy nicknames, sharing clothes, will they wont they (they wont im sorry)

a/n: guess who just rewatched fleabag szn 2! i chose pain today sorry— god i missed writing. i am a words of affirmation gorl pls affirm me

(posted 9/8/23)

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There isn’t a single doubt that James Potter loves you.

You’ve been attached at the hip since training broomsticks and pinky swears in Godric’s Hollow. You accidentally call a boy ‘Jam’ once because of your childhood speech apraxia, and he swears you’re meant to be his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I can be loud enough for the both of us, peanut!”

Like peanut butter and jelly, you two were a perfect match– and even better partners in crime. When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So even if you were honestly unable to string the words together, who were you to say no?

Technically it’s somewhat official too, by whatever imaginary power was bestowed upon the Potter’s house elf for your very elaborate backyard fantasy wedding the two of you had when you were seven. All of your parents were in attendance, along with your cat and you all had blueberry cupcakes after your first and only kiss.

“Miss Mippy pronounces you huzbind and wife!”

Giggles are heard all around as the tiny elf tripped on her way off the stool, knocking both your heads together. James lost a front tooth that day, but he grinned for the pictures your mothers took anyway. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

There wasn’t anyone at Hogwarts who would expect one of you to be present without the other following behind. You never had to hold back your smart mouth because James was always willing to finish your fights. The both of you were a package deal, with your number of protectors growing once Remus, Sirius, and Peter came along. It was not a routine you both consciously established, but rather second nature to be in each other’s lives. Like how you always made sure his glasses were clean before quidditch matches and he’d chuck his extra jersey at your face for you to wear.

“Stay warm during the game okay? I’ll see you later, love you!”

He skated around your waist, blowing a raspberry onto your cheek as he grabbed his glasses from your fingers.

“Don’t fall off your broom. Love you too, loser.” You’re already tugging his jersey over your head, inhaling his signature scent of broom polish, cinnamon, and Sleakeasy’s hair potion.

James smiled at you softly, before running to meet up with his team. After Gryffindor won again, he threw you over his shoulder and you laughed and yelled that he smelled like sweat. He always tucked you in his bed after parties, wrapping you in his arms once the lights go out. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

Your friendship is stronger than most romantic relationships, and as your teenage years fly by, both of you realize how rare that is. He often took you to the kitchens to eat vanilla sundaes after boys broke your heart (and they got black eyes to match, courtesy of him and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team) and you would listen to him, building him up and calming him down through years of pining over a certain Lily Evans. You were there for each other through everything, silly crushes, secret trysts, boring detentions, and highly esteemed accolades. If there ever were such a thing as soulmates, you knew it had to be him, even if it was platonic. Just being around someone as vibrant as James made you consider yourself lucky.

You once saw your best friend with his head in his hands on your way to a date—he was moping after a nasty prank on Snape went wrong; it ended in Lily crying and after defending her albeit quite boisterously in true James fashion, he still didn’t get the girl.

He gets up to see you walking down the corridor to meet him halfway, and before you even speak he rubs his eyes, posture shrinking as his towering frame melts into your embrace.

“Don’t know why I thought it’d be different this time,” he mumbles, and you gladly carry the weight of his heart.

“Let’s go swimming in the Black Lake, ” you say suddenly, rubbing his broad back in small circles.

“But peanut, you have a date in an hour! You’re all dolled up and pretty...”

“I’ll have more dates. You need me right now, jelly. I’ve got you.” His nickname makes you blush a little more than you should sometimes, so you only ever pull it out as a trick up your sleeve to make him feel better.

“Love you,” you whisper, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He breathes easily for the first time in hours, mouth curling up from its frown when he sees you walk straight into the lake water with your nicest clothes on, not even hesitating for a moment. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So years later, when your best friend asks you if you could go wedding ring shopping with him to propose to the love of his life, who were you to decline? I mean, who else would go with him?

“Come on, (Y/N). I need my best girl with me to make the biggest decision of my life.” he’s practically moaning, the man ever so dramatic as he’s sprawled across your couch.

“And why aren’t you dragging Sirius with you again?”

Your eyebrow is raised as you stand at his feet, lifting his burly legs for you to place yourself under and get comfortable.

“What does Sirius know about women? He’d tell me to get the shiniest one and leave!” James’ yells into your throw pillow, anguished at the thought. You pull it off his face, before he quietly admits, “I just want to get it right.”

“When are we going?” you answer, without missing a beat.

Later that week, the saleslady recommends a wide array of glimmering engagement bands, none of which are for you. But you let yourself fall into the fantasy of the what-ifs, flashing back to your flower crown and candy ring wedding, wondering if it could’ve been you getting proposed to by him in another life.

“Would you like to try a few on?” the saleslady asks, assuming you two are together.

“Show me and my girl your best. No price limit.” he grins.

And how dare she assume that, as he puts his head on your shoulder, whisking you around the store to look at stunning rings, fingers brushing, and the both of you being able to communicate clearly with no words spoken. James plays along with the saleslady, finally choosing a whimsical-looking diamond setting placed upon your left ring finger. You remind yourself it’s not yours. Your heart comes to a screeching halt and you can’t help but feel all of a sudden like he’s being mean.

After all, he’s not yours, not really.

There is a little bit of doubt now and a weird tightness in your chest that makes you think of the possibility that you’re in love with James Potter.

—

Like a good best friend, you help him plan his proposal. James’ love is loud, pulling all the stops, and preferring the grandest of gestures.

“James, you are not proposing to Lily with a flash mob.”

“But it would be so cool! After all, my heart dances every time I see her face.” he wiggles his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

“Your heart might, but you, unfortunately, are the worst dancer I’ve ever seen.” You laugh, reaching over to tug the quill out of his hand, crossing it off his list. He pulls you into a headlock, kissing the side of your face teasingly.

“What would I ever do without you, peanut?”

You wipe James’ spit off your cheek, pushing his face away, blushing from his attention.

“Combust, probably.”

Your heart is dancing now too, and you realize that there isn’t a single doubt that you’re in love with your best friend.

—

You keep yourself busy in the month before his proposal. It hurt learning too many details, such as what flowers he wanted to order to bring out her eyes (pink and yellow tulips), and scouting out the perfect location on the beach he picked (next to the lighthouse you and him visited as kids), even down to how he’d convince Lily to wear white without being suspicious (honestly he just expected you to do him a favor for this one). But after seeing each other almost every day for more than half your life, he knew something was off when you became distant.

James shows up at your apartment, his key in hand, but he decides to knock anyway. The sound of the TV is muffled, lowering in volume until he hears your footsteps pad over to the door and it swings open. You’re in one of his old Quidditch sweaters and fluffy blue socks.

“Hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come by.” You smile timidly, as he leans against the doorframe peering down at you.

“Never used to have to tell you.”

“James...” you stutter, before awkwardly opening the door completely. He shuffles towards the couch, keeping his shoes on as he sits at the end, and there’s a certain tension in the air that frightens you. You’re not sure if you’ll come out of this one unscathed.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What’s been going on with you? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t write back, hell, I haven’t seen you in a month because you started deadbolting your door. Did I do something?”

Yes, James Potter. Ever so blunt and to the point, your favorite person in the world is sitting on your couch uncomfortable with the fact that you’re not comfortable around him anymore.

You fight back against your instincts to tell him what’s wrong, but the three words escape your mouth before you can even take a breath.

“I love you.”

It’s silent. The floor creaks as you shift your weight onto your other leg. You lock eyes with him for the first time that night, and so many things are going through your head that you hope he’s able to pick up on how you’ve been physically aching, carrying the weight of his love for Lily for years.

James looks like he’s about to shake his head, and you beat him to it. You don’t want pity, and he knows that, but he mutters a consolation into the air.

“It’ll pass.”

No, it won’t. Not this.

You think he knows that too. He smiles sadly, watching you turn shrinking into yourself. You never were good at thinking before you spoke. A tear drips down your cheek as you look at your socks again. Your love for him is too big and too loud for your chest cavity to handle. This love feels like dramatic choral music clashing and banging around in your ribs.

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize. This one’s on me,” you say, stopping him before he finishes speaking.

Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

“What I was going to say...is that I’m going to have to ask you not to show up to the engagement party. It’ll be better for the both of us. We can start again from there if you want... Peanut...”

The term of endearment hangs in the air. Your dancing heart was a ticking time bomb after all. The fragments hit your insides, tearing you apart as it combusts, and you realize that nothing will be the same after this.

James stands abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hesitates before he kisses your temple, and for some reason, this feels like a goodbye. After all, when James sets his mind on something, he sees it through. He’s been set on Lily for years.

You’re his best friend, he swears. And there are no words you can think of to deny that.

—

The End

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what

we are— and I know what we’re not.”

Lang Leav

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The Freak and The Princess (I)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 1 of 5 depending on if anyone actually reads it.] 2k+ Words

Warnings: none! Just more fluff than a Pomeranian. There is also a very good chance Eddie is OOC but Imma risk it (if you get that reference, we should be friends).

A/N: (I'm terrified to do this.) This is the first thing that I've ever posted so constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! I've been writing stories like this for years but have been too scared to post them for a variety of reasons, but I love writing and reading so if one person can get a little joy from this, then my goal is reached. I edited this and proofread it, but please point out any errors or things that you like! And please send requests; all the characters I write for are under my tag #characters! Hope you enjoy! :)

The Freak and The Princess

Part One: My Princess

Being as quiet as I am has its pros and cons. 

Pros: I don’t get noticed often, can easily observe everything around me, and can escape my real life whenever I want. 

Cons: when I do get noticed, it gets real. 

I’ve lived in Hawkins since eighth grade. Now I’m a senior. I don’t have any consistent friends, although Steve Harrington came to be someone I knew I could trust and talk to after dealing with the Russians side by side last year. The only person I noticed for myself was Eddie Munson. He was a big, bad high schooler when I moved here, and I guess that hasn’t changed. Since he’s two years older than me, we’ve never talked or met, but I know who he is, and he’s one of the few people who can make me smile without even realizing I’m there. 

I was walking through the cafeteria, trying to get outside away from all the noise and people, when I heard a voice I’d recognize anywhere say, “But as long as you’re into band, or... science. Or parties. Or A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!!”

I watched as he walked down the Hellfire lunch table, stopping at the end and responding to Jason’s comment with fake devil horns. He continued talking, jumping off the table and finishing. He stepped back, motioning for me and another girl ahead of me to walk by him. 

“Thanks,” I whispered, smiling as I met his eye. I felt his eyes on me as I walked by, and I decided he was trying to figure out who I was. I waited in an empty classroom until most people cleared out before walking to my locker and gathering my things. 

“Hey,” someone said beside me. I jumped slightly before turning to see Eddie leaning against the lockers and looking at me. 

“Hi, Eddie,” I said quietly.

“You know my name?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Man, now I feel bad. Let me guess?” 

I laughed lightly and nodded, closing my locker and picking up my bag. 

“Marcie? No, that doesn’t fit. Kelsey? Too cheerleader-y. Princess?”

“That your final guess?” I smiled. He nodded, a proud look on his face. My watch beeped, and I pressed it to silence it. 

“That’s my cue. See you around, Eddie!” I said, walking out the door. 

“See ya, princess!” he called. I blushed, glad to have my back to him. The next day I went to school as usual; until lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, on my way through as always, when I felt someone walk up beside me.

“Hey, so I haven’t seen you around before and wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jason Carver.”

I kept walking, not talking to him. “What, I can’t even get a name? Pretty girl like you has to have a pretty name!” I was at the door when he grabbed my wrist, “Look, I get that you’re shy. All I’m asking for is a name, beautiful.” 

He was surprisingly cordial, but I knew there had to be a catch. 

I thought quickly, deciding to say, “Arwen.” 

I pulled my hand from him and rushed outside. After my last class, I walked to my locker, hoping to see Eddie again, but soon my watch beeped, and I headed to work.

“Hey, kiddo, how was school?” Steve asked as I walked into Family Video and pulled my vest on. I shrugged and started stocking tapes. I heard the door open then close before Steve spoke to me again. “Something happen?” I shook my head no. “I’m gonna go check on Robin. I’ll be right back,” he said, moving past me quietly.

“Princess?” I heard from the other end of the aisle. 

I looked over to see Eddie with two tapes in his hand. I smiled at him and quietly said, “Hi.”

“Fancy meeting you here. Should'a known The Hair got to you,” he smiled, standing closer to me. 

“Take it easy, Munson,” Steve warned as he returned to the counter. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, causing me to laugh lightly. His smile widened, and he held two movies from the new release pile. “Which one?” I gestured to The Goonies, watching as he nodded and slid the other back where he’d pulled it from. 

“Didn’t see you at lunch today. You race through the cafeteria again?”

“Munson, leave her-“ Steve started before stopping when he heard me talking.

“Got corned by Carver and had to make a run for it,” I answered.

Steve jumped the counter, pointing at me as he rounded the corner into the aisle. “Did you just answer him?” Eddie and I nodded, Steve’s jaw dropping further. “How long have you two known each other?”

“Uh,” Eddie looked at his watch, “thirty-six hours.”

“And you’re already talking to him?” Steve asked incredulously. I shrugged in response, continuing what I was doing. 

“She talk to you?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Yeah, but it took her a lot longer to start.”

“I just have a welcoming and calming persona.” I laughed, shaking my head. Eddie walked past me to check out the movie, still bickering with Steve. He turned to me as he walked out, waving. 

“Let me know what you think,” I said, pointing to the tape with my chin. 

“Absolutely. See you tomorrow, princess.”

“Did Eddie 'The Freak' Munson just call you ‘princess’?”

“Yeah. He didn’t know my name, so he started calling me that.”

“Why didn’t you tell him your name?”

“Couldn’t. I don’t mind though.” I fell silent again, ignoring Steve’s questions and comments. I went home a few hours later, finishing my homework and hoping to see Eddie again tomorrow.

~

I exited my fourth-period class, ready to sit by myself for lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, taking a new route the other way around to avoid Jason. I ended up closer to the Hellfire table, smiling as I saw Eddie in a heated conversation with the boys.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jason said, slinging an arm around my shoulders as he came up behind me.

I was too far from the door and knew I couldn’t speak more than a few words. I only had one choice. I shrugged his arm off me and made a beeline for the Hellfire Table. There was an open seat by Eddie, so I slid into it, looking at him as they all silenced, staring at me. I flitted my eyes toward Jason, who glared at me and Eddie. I was shrinking into myself, wanting the floor to swallow me, when I felt Eddie grab my hand, his thumb rubbing the back.

“Guys, this is my princess. Princess, these are the guys,” he said. Then leaned in and whispered, “I won’t let anything happen to you, ‘kay?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand slightly. Jason stormed off, and I breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t move to leave, choosing instead to silently listen to the guys talk about their new Hellfire campaign as I played with Eddie’s rings. Walking out of my last class, I saw someone leaning against the locker beside mine.

“Thanks for the help at lunch,” I said, walking by him and opening my locker.

“Anytime, princess. You working today?”

“No, I’m off the rest of the week. Scheduling error by my idiot boss, Keith.”

Eddie nodded. We both looked out the window when a loud crack of thunder sounded, and rain started pouring down.

“You have a ride?” Eddie asked, pushing off the locker as I closed mine.

“No, but I don’t live far.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll give you a ride.” He slipped his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to. It’s completely fine. I’ve walked home in the rain before.”

“A princess should never walk home. Let alone in the rain. As long as I’m here, it won’t happen again.” He extended his hand, “Milady.”

I placed my hand in his, our fingers interlacing as I said, “Why thank you, kind sir.” We ran to his van, and I gave him directions to my house. “See you tomorrow?” I asked, beginning to take his jacket off as he parked in my driveway. 

“Of course. Keep the jacket, you still have to walk in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can pick you up in the morning if it’s still raining like the forecast said.”

“I’d really like that. Thanks for the ride, Eddie.”

“A pleasure, princess.”

I ran to my front porch, shaking the rain off and unlocking my front door. I waved to Eddie as he backed out, then went into the empty house. There was one more day, then solitude. At least I had Eddie and Steve to make the days more tolerable.

~

Eddie kept his promise, pulling up in front of my house as I stepped outside. I moved to return his jacket, but he shook his head, “That’s yours until it stops raining.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. Have to keep my princess dry and warm.”

‘My princess.’ His princess.

We walked into school together before going our separate ways for classes. I walked into the lunchroom, setting my sights on the Hellfire table. I was just a few steps away when Jason stopped me, standing between me and the table.

“You have a lot of nerve ignoring me,” he said loudly. I saw Eddie pick his head up and look over, making eye contact with me over Jason’s shoulder. He stood up but didn’t move toward me, waiting. 

“You gonna say anything? Can you even talk, Arwen?” I heard a few laughs before Jason continued, “What? Did The Freak sell your soul and your tongue to the devil?” I clenched my jaw, starting to see red. “Just a matter of time until he sacrifices you. Or worse,” he whispered. He backed up with an evil grin. Now everything was red. 

“How do you know he hasn’t sacrificed your soul? Oh, that’s right, your head is so far up your butt you’d notice the extra room,” I responded quickly.

The whole cafeteria broke out into yells and clapping. 

“What’d you just say to me?”

“I said to get your ears checked. Your ego seems to be clogging everything up.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Not half the person you think you are.”

“If you want attention, baby, just come out and say it.”

I saw Eddie step toward us but gently shook my head, stopping him.

“Maybe I do want attention. But I promise I don’t want yours. So, if you’d be so kind as to move out of my way, I’d appreciate it.” He took a single step to the side. “Oh, and if you so much as look at me or any other member of Hellfire again, I will shove my foot up your butt until your heart stops. Got it?”

Jason nodded and rushed out of the room, everyone cheering again as I walked toward Eddie and grabbed his hand. He nodded, following me to an empty classroom. 

“Why did I do that?” I groaned as I sat down, burying my face in my hands. 

“Because you’re amazing.”

“Now people know who I am, and they’ll talk to me.”

“I’ll become your personal bodyguard. Nobody will be able to talk to my princess.”

The bell rang, and we reluctantly returned to classes, meeting by my locker at the end of the day. 

“Let’s drop by Hellfire real quick.” We entered the room, and he dug through a box before pulling something out and turning around, unfurling one of the signature Hellfire Club t-shirts. “This should fit. You called yourself a member at lunch and we have a very strict policy regarding verbal agreements.”

“Oh, of course,” I smiled and slid it over my other shirt.

We stopped by Family Video to return Eddie’s tape, Steve’s eyes widening as we walked in together, asking, “What’s happening here?”

“Someone stuck it to Carver today, in front of the whole school,” Eddie smiled. 

“Good job, babe,” Steve said as he began returning the movie, “How ya feelin'?”

“I’m ok,” I shrugged, “hoping this doesn’t lead to people trying to talk to me.”

“Well, keep hanging with this freak and it won’t be a problem.” Steve smirked at Eddie.

“Whatever, Hair.” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, princess.” He wrapped his arm around me, and I waved to Steve before walking toward the door.

“Take care of my girl,” Steve yelled.

“I’ll take care of MY princess,” Eddie yelled as the door closed.

A/N2: If you read this far, thank you so much! Please leave a comment or send me a message with any recommendations or requests (or if you're interested in more parts of this story). :)

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Songbird || EIGHT

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: Y/N’s song debuts on the radio and she might be making an album.

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TRACK EIGHT;

THIS IS TROUBLE

…

Y/N L/N: Hearing my voice on the radio was something I always wanted since I started singing. I always imagined what it would be like, but actually hearing it was something completely different. 

…

Karen and Camila ate together at the kitchen table with Julia sitting between them, the only sound heard was Julia’s occasional babble and the radio playing quietly in the background. It was early in the morning so not everyone was awake, the only people who were were Camila, Karen and Y/N, who was in the shower. 

As the radio switched over to the next song, Camila looked up in recognition. 

“Is this…” Camila didn’t even finish the sentence before Karen caught onto what song it was. 

“It’s Y/N’s song.” Karen says.

Camila smiles before she races to the bathroom, banging on the door. Y/N’s voice was heard through the door, she was singing Respect by Aretha Franklin. 

“Go away, I’m taking a shower!” Y/N yelled through the door. 

“Y/N come out, you’re on the radio.” Camila yelled excitedly. 

There were thumps and bottles falling over from the bathroom before the door opened, steam pooling out. Y/N stands in the doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around herself. 

“What?” She says.

“Come on!” Camila says, dragging the girl into the kitchen. 

As Y/N entered, her hair dripping wet and her skin covered in droplets of water, her voice echoed around the kitchen. 

“Holy shit!” Y/N muttered under her breath, “My voice is on the fucking radio.”

Y/N took another moment to process before she smiled, “Cover Julia’s ears, my voice is on the fucking radio!”

When Karen re-entered the kitchen, following her were everyone else, each rubbing sleep out of their eyes. 

“What’s so important that you woke us up this early?” Eddie muttered.

“And why is Y/N naked?” Warren commented.

“It’s ten in the morning, you should be awake and listen to the song.” Karen says.

“It’s a recording of Y/N’s song?” Graham says. 

“No, it’s better,” Y/N says, a wide smile on her face that she couldn’t contain, “My song is on the radio.”

“What?” Warren says, eyes widening. 

There was silence for a few moments as everyone listened to the song before chaos broke out. Warren was the first to run over and hug Y/N, spinning her around excitedly. 

“Warren, careful, my towel is gonna fall.” Y/N says, clutching the top of the towel to her chest.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.” Warren says with a wink and Y/N nudged him. 

The next to hug her was Graham, his hug was short and sweet, not wanting to be the one responsible for her towel falling off. Eddie however didn’t hug her, he simply watched from the other side of the table with a smile on his face. 

Y/N made eye contact with him as Camila hugged her. There was a lot said in one look, things said that didn’t need to be said aloud. The smile on Y/N’s face never faltered. 

…

Y/N L/N: I don’t think there was a time in my life that I enjoyed more than that moment. I had my single out, I had money that I could spend and not worry about whether I had enough to cover the rent, Christmas was coming up, everything was going well.

…

Christmas time rolled around quickly and Y/N couldn’t be more excited. She finally had money to spend on the people she loved. Getting gifts had been easy for the most part, the only people she struggled with was Billy, but with the help of Camila and Graham she had managed to find something, and Eddie. Finding a gift for Eddie was challenging because finding something good enough was hard. She wanted to find something perfect. 

Y/N sat on the couch with Julia in her arms, “Say hi to the camera.” Y/N says, raising Julia’s arm to wave at the camera. Camila smiled behind the camera. 

“I think she wants uncle Graham now.” Graham says, picking up Julia.

“Hey, that’s not fair, you’ve had her basically all day.” Y/N says, leaving back. Graham shrugged and wandered off over to Billy. Y/N shook her head with a smile and picked up her drink. 

As Y/N took a sip, Billy sat down next to her, Y/N looked at him, her smile faltering for a split second. Y/N hadn’t necessarily forgiven Billy for what he did on tour. Of course she was civil with him and spoke to him in group conversation, but she still held onto that small grudge. The two sat there without any words for a few seconds. 

“I still haven’t said congratulations for your single.” Billy says. 

“Thanks,” Y/N says, “It still feels surreal if I’m being honest. I have a meeting with Teddy next week to discuss the future of my career, hopefully an album.”

“That’s great Y/N,” Billy says, “I’m proud of you.”

Y/N finally turned to Billy and smiled, “Thank you Billy.”

Billy smiled in return before his attention was caught by Julia, he quickly got up and headed to his daughter, a wide smile stretching across his face. 

“Oh, I have my presents for everyone!” Y/N says, suddenly remembering the bag she stored under her bed. 

After collecting it, she passed out all the presents, “I went a bit overboard on Julia but I couldn’t help myself.” Y/N placed four presents down by Billy’s feet for Julia. 

“Y/N, you didn’t have to get us anything.” Camila says.

“I wanted to, you guys are my family.” Y/N says, sitting back down. 

As everyone unwrapped their gifts, each person had a smile on their face but Y/N’s was the brightest. 

“No way!” Warren exclaimed, “How did you know I wanted this?”

“Because whenever we walked past the store you would always say ‘I want that’.” Y/N laughed and Warren tackled her in a hug and placed a kiss on her cheek and she let out a loud laugh. 

Looking around at everyone, Y/N took a sip of her drink, happy that she was surrounded by these people. 

“Hey.” Eddie says, sitting down next to Y/N. 

“Hey,” Y/N says, moving over to give him more room, “Did you like your present?”

“I haven’t opened it yet.” Eddie says.

Y/N lightly hit him on the arm, “Open it!” 

Eddie shook his head and began tearing into the paper to reveal a long black box. Opening it up, Eddie let out a small gasp at what was inside. 

“You said to me a couple weeks ago that your necklace from your grandmother broke so I’ve been looking around for ages and found this one,” Y/N says, “It’s not an exact match but looks similar.”

“Y/N, I don’t know what to say.” Eddie says, looking at Y/N. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” Y/N says.

Eddie wrapped one of his arms around Y/N, pulling her in close so she was fully pressed up to his side. Before Y/N could react to anything, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, dangerously close to her lips, Y/N couldn’t help but hold her breath. The kiss lingered there for a moment too long before Eddie pulled away, looking deep into Y/N’s eyes, Y/N doing the same. 

Y/N’s eyes scanned over Eddie’s features, that she hadn't noticed before. The very light scar he had just below his hairline from the time he bumped his head on the corner of the door. The extremely light freckles scattered across his face that you could still barely see even being close. The plumpness of his lips, the lips that Y/N had kissed that night. Lips she couldn’t seem to get out of her mind no matter how hard she tried. 

Eddie noticed things about Y/N as well, from the slight smudge of her eyeliner as she had had it on all day, the smoothness of her skin he yearned to reach up and caress, the hairs falling into her face that she would always push away. Everything about Y/N was ingrained in his brain, he tried to stop thinking about her but it was becoming almost impossible. 

A camera flash went off interrupting both Y/N and Eddie from the daydreams they were both having. Y/N broke eye contact first while Eddie still gazed at her. Camila was behind the camera smiling. 

“Can I have that photo when you get it developed?” Y/N asked. 

“Of course,” Camila says, snapping another photo of Eddie looking adoringly at Y/N, “And you can have that one as well.”

Eddie finally turned away from Y/N, finally fully snapping out of his daydream. Y/N lent further into Eddie, wrapping her arms around his torso, her head resting on his chest. 

“This is fine, right?” Y/N mumbled. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “Yeah, completely fine.”

Eddie gently rested his hand on her arm, thumb gently caressing the skin of her bicep. From across the room, Camila snapped another photo, smiling to herself. 

Later in the night, everyone lounged around in the living room, tired from the whole day. Camila, Graham, Karen, Warren and Y/N sat bundled up together on the couch while Eddie sat on his own on the chair. Y/N sat on the arm of the couch, her hand absently playing with Warren’s curls. 

“Well, it took forever, but she’s finally asleep.” Billy says with a tired voice. 

“She’s asleep!” Karen exclaimed, “Come on, come and have some fun.”

“Look, I, uh, I’d like to play something for you, if you’re open to it,” Billy says, “I understand if you’re not.”

“We’re not.” Eddie says, cutting in.

Slowly, everyone turned their heads towards him, even Y/N. 

“We’re not, right guys? I mean,” Eddie says, but no one responded, “Oh, come on. You can’t do this. You can’t just walk back in here like nothing happened.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Billy says, “I’m just gonna go check on Julia.” 

As Billy begins to walk out of the room, Eddie rolls his eyes, “Hey, asshole. Play the damn song.”

…

INTERVIEWER: Why did you stay?

EDDE ROUNDTREE: I ask myself that all the time.

Y/N L/N: At the time, I wasn’t sure why Eddie stayed, but it became more obvious to me as time went on.

…

“So you’re telling me that I’m making an album?” Y/N exclaimed. 

“It won’t be just yet, but maybe in the next year, yes.” Teddy answered.

“Oh my god!” Y/N yelled, excited. She threw her arms around Teddy and pulled him into a hug. Teddy smiled and hugged the girl back. 

When Y/N pulled away, someone else walked into the studio, she had long red hair that Y/N was jealous of. There was an aura about this girl that seemed to entice Y/N, she wanted to get to know her.

“Who’s this?” Y/N asked. 

“This is Daisy Jones,” Teddy introduced, “She’s working on the new song Billy wrote.”

“It’s great to meet you.” Y/N says. 

“I’ve heard your song on the radio,” Daisy says, dumping her bag down, “I love it.”

Y/N smiled, it was the first time someone other than the people she lived with said that they loved her song, “Thank you Daisy, that means a lot.”

“Do you wanna stick around?” Daisy asked, “I’ve made changes to the song and it would be great for someone else to hear them, y’know other than Teddy.”

…

Y/N L/N: Daisy was something else, a powerhouse and I already knew then that she would be huge. She was fucking amazing, still is.

DAISY JONES: I thought that Simone was the only person in my life who ever believed in me, but when I met Y/N, well Y/N believed in me from the start.

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Kiszka Creek | Josh Kiszka X F!Reader

Warnings: None really, just heart-exploding, feet kicking fluff!

Word Count: 2K

Summary: It's the first time you're visiting Josh's house "as a friend," but you both want so much more...it just seems every time you want to tell each other how you feel, nerves snatch the courage from you. This time, maybe it will be different.

“It’s so pretty back here,” You said, looping the thongs of your sandals between your fingers, watching your bare feet as you tiptoed carefully around the rocks, sticks and leaves that lined the creek in front of you. 

“Jake and I used to spend hours over here in the summer.” You looked at Josh as he walked across a fallen log, crossing from one side of the creek to the other. His arms were stretched out beside him in a careful balancing act as he spoke. “Sam, not so much.”

“Josh, please don’t fall,” you pleaded, trying your best not to be a hypocrite as you teetered into the cool water. 

“Trust me, I’m an expert when it comes to Kiszka Creek.” He finished the sentence with a perfectly stuck dismount on the other side. He offered you a boyish grin that seemed to say, ‘I’ve got the universe in my hands. I’m unstoppable.’ The creek was in a lightly wooded area behind his house. Tall pine trees allowed for shady cover over the stretch of water, offering bright dapples of sunlight through the canopy of leaves overhead. You made your way a bit further into the water, letting your toes feel the first chill of the cold stream. It was crystal clear with no sign of contamination. Under the glassy surface, you could see hundreds of rocks worn into round orbs that had been embedded into the earth from many years of constant current. The longer you looked, you began to see the tiniest minnows swimming in schools, migrating to areas where the current was weakening. “We’d come back here and swim all the time,” he said, wiping his brow. “Mom would yell at us from the back door to come back inside once the cicadas started. We’d bicker and beg for more time. Jake always made me do it because I knew how to soft-talk Mom, and most of the time, it worked.” He looked up at you as he walked along the other side of the stream, his toes digging in the silt and sediment, flipping over eroded rocks and pebbles as he spoke. “ We’d swim, build forts with tree limbs, watch and collect tadpoles, catch frogs…complain and argue…talk about girls.” You watched him as his cheeks reddened slightly with blush. You looked away.

“Want to get in?” he asked, eyes moving between you and the cool water. 

“Uh…” you hesitated, thinking about the possibilities of hidden creatures despite the clarity of the water. 

“Or are you scared?” He picked at you, stepping into the shallow drift, trudging toward you. 

“No, I just don’t want to get eaten.” You said matter of factly, crossing your arms over your chest, looking into the water suspiciously. Josh let out a belly laugh. “What do you think this is? I promise no river monster is going to come out of this tiny little creek and eat you. If anything tries, I’ll kill it first.”

“Josh, you can’t even kill spiders in the house, let alone monsters.” He made his way across the creek, holding out his hands for you to take. 

“Take a chance, Y/n. Come on.”

“I-I don’t even have a bathing suit,” you contested, taking a step backward. 

“It’ll be fine, relax. I’m sure Ronnie will have something you could borrow.” You wore a simple white tank top with a lacy bralette underneath, paired with a pair of thin linen shorts.  You and Ronnie were similar in stature, although you were a bit bigger than she was. You’d just have to hope that you’d find something and that she wouldn’t mind that Josh volunteered her clothing to you. Josh still held out his hand for you, wiggling his fingertips as if to entice you to join him. You took his hand and he led you further into the creek. You felt the water edging up your legs, the chill causing goosebumps to dot every inch of your body. The water felt miraculous. When you looked down, you could see straight through to the bottom. You watched your toes wiggle as you disrupted the silt that had settled, and you observed the weak current carry it all upstream, leaving the water still remarkably clear. You waded as a pair into the deeper part of the creek. “Be careful not to rely too much on the bottom. It gets slippery right around here,” Josh warned. His arm snaked around the small of your back, and you could feel your neck and cheeks beginning to flame from his close proximity. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. “Just keep your legs kicking.” You did as he suggested, lifting from the slick rocks as the water edged further up your body, the buoyancy lifting you from the bottom.

“Ew, it’s gross down there.” You felt sliminess in between your toes, and it took everything in you not to squirm frantically. 

Josh took your other hand and helped you drift forward so that you were swimming directly in front of him. “One time, Jake slipped on these rocks and broke like two or three of his toes. Dad made him suck it up and walk it off. He actually went like that to school for a whole day before calling home from the office,” he said with a grin. “Mom chewed dad out so badly, he might as well have slept in the shed in the back.”

“Oh my god, that sounds like hell,” You admitted. 

“Trust me. Jake milked that injury for months,” Josh said. “I guess it makes up for a lot of the stupid shit I’ve done in my life.” 

“Like what?” You asked.

Josh smiled, pulling you closer, his lips pulling wider and wider across his face. You struggled to keep your gaze trained with his. “Like this,” he answered, bringing his fingertips to your face and leaning forward to kiss you. Only, he never stopped leaning. Your lips connected with his as he held you and you felt your body floundering backward into the water, still connected within the kiss. Air bubbles filled your sight, most likely from Josh laughing stupidly while under water. His arms held onto you securely as he turned you, lifting you with him so that you were back above the surface facing him. You sputtered as the water poured down your face. You punched him in the chest. 

“You’re such an asshole!” You were annoyed, but admittedly, the sight of his wet body halted you from any further upset. You couldn’t help but grin as you smoothed your hands over the top of your head. 

“Sounds so good when you say it, honey,” He said. “Sue me.” He shrugged, irking you further. Without warning, you threw your feet to the bottom of the creek, despite his warning. You launched yourself upward, throwing your body on top of his, pulling him into the current. This time it was you that was giggling. You felt the water infiltrate your sinuses, the burning sensation pounding through your head. You came up out of the water coughing and spitting.

“Oh my God, Y/n! Are you okay?” Josh asked, grabbing you by both elbows, pulling you to him. You nodded after a moment. 

“I’m fine. I’m perfect.” As if it were a movie–a scene from the Notebook, no matter how tacky it sounded–silence ripped through your embrace, filling your shared personal space with an unspoken dialogue. The trees above rattled in the wind, shaking down ill-fated leaves. Cicadas began to roar from deep within the woods, and you could hear the water trickling around the added obstacle of your bodies. Your eyes cascaded down his body in slow motion. His hair that usually curled around his head in a halo was smoothed flat, water dripping down from the ends and off of his ears to continue its journey down the rest of his body. His white t-shirt that usually hung from his body was now plastered to his skin and you could see his nipples through the shirt as well as the fit contour of his chest and abdomen, his happy trail evident through the wet fabric. He was just as guilty, his gaze disconnected, tracing the shape of your breasts beneath the thin t-shirt you wore. 

“You know those mistakes you were talking about?” You asked finally, breaking the heavy silence. You stepped forward toward him, finding solid footing despite the warnings he had given. Perhaps it signified the truth and rightness of the decision you were about to make. Josh nodded slowly. 

“Yes,” He answered simply, and you watched him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. You found his hands and pulled him closer to you, an arm’s length apart. 

“I don’t think this is one of them,” You said slowly, wanting him so badly to make the next move. You watched the water around you ripple with the slow movement of your bodies. You watched as his irises ignited with an intensity that was only matched with the bright rays of golden hour, cutting through the branches and across his face, illuminating his beautiful features. 

He shook his head slowly, which made your heart suddenly lurch with embarrassment and dread before he finished. “Neither do I,” he finally answered, drawing you in closer. You felt the warmth of the summer breeze drift along your skin before it was replaced with Josh's fingertips, caressing your jaw so tenderly. You closed your eyes as he leaned forward, tilting his head to place the first real kiss upon your lips. He touched you so slowly and thoughtfully that it took everything in you not to spring forward, wordlessly begging for more–but he made you wait, his lips hovering just above yours, the heat of his breath wisping against your lips and cheeks. Then he took your lips again, this time with more intensity, the tilt of his head dancing with yours, moving in natural rhythm to the increasing intensity of the embrace. You inhaled him through every kiss, your hands migrating to rest on his shoulders before moving to his chest and up to his neck, feeling the solidness of his body before you. You stood there for what seemed like forever, intertwined in an embrace that you both had secretly pined for for so long. When you finally broke from the kiss, you felt the pressure of his lips still pulsing against your lips, the soft graze of his beard a memory on your skin. 

“Wow,” you said, rubbing your lips together, feeling the unconscious grin spreading across your face. 

“I wonder what took us so long,” Josh said, rubbing the back of his neck in nervous habit. “Hope it was worth the wait.” He said, his cheeks flushing lightly. 

“Definitely,” You said, taking his hand in yours again, squeezing it tight. 

“Are you guys done?” 

Your heart almost sprung out of your chest. You spun around. Sam was standing on the far side of the creek. “Mom sent me to find you two. Dinner’s done, but well–” he said, eyeing you both. “Shall I give you time to get decent?” 

“Sam, we’ve got it. Tell Mom we’ll be a little late to dinner. Something important came up.” You felt Josh wrap an arm possessively around you, and you couldn’t help but smile, your heart feeling impossibly full. 

Sam scoffed, but his faint grin told a different story that perhaps he was happy for his brother. “I’ll stall Mom, but you owe me.” 

“Thanks,” Josh murmured dismissively before turning you back against his chest, leaning in to kiss you once more. His lips pulled tightly into a grin of true happiness as he kissed you. Kiszka’s Creek may have been a childhood memory to Josh, but to you, it had become one of true adult longing. You silently vowed to yourself never to forget the warmth of the breeze drifting around your body, mingled with the cool chill of the water against your skin and Josh’s lips pressed for the first time against yours.

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Mistletoe - n.jm

pairing: crush!jaemin x fem!reader

genre: fluff (yes, no smut. sorry not sorry)

wc: 2k

note: try to guess what netflix movie this was HIGHLY inspired by after you’ve finished reading it ;)

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Jaemin was your best friend. He has been since the first day of middle school. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you too. But what he doesn’t know is that you have a huge crush on him. You’ve always thought of confessing to him but you were afraid that it will ruin the relationship you have with him so you decided not to. You were being so obvious but he doesn’t seem to pay any attention to the way you were behaving and you felt the utmost furious about it.

You know he only sees you as a friend and nothing more but you can’t help but hope that he has the slightest bit of attraction towards you. It was Christmas and you were invited to a small Christmas party at Buckley’s Lodge. The place was highly to your liking. It wasn’t modern nor was it high-tech like what most people preferred nowadays, but it was rather cozy and simple and you always feel at home whenever you visited the lodge. Oh and did I mention that Buckley’s Lodge is owned by one of your closest friends? Haechan got married a few years back with a lovely girl he met when he was studying in London. Her name is Noelle Buckley and she is the absolute kindest girl you’ve ever met in your whole life.

Long story short, after they got married, Noelle’s father, Thomas Buckley gave the lodge to his one and only son-in-law knowing that he would take good care of it. Now, you might be wondering, are you really going to fly all the way from Korea to London just for dinner? Technically, no. You and Jaemin agreed to further your studies in Liverpool so it was merely a five hour distance if you take the train. Jaemin had let you know that he would be picking you up at around four and it was currently three-forty. There is approximately twenty minutes until Jaemin arrives and you know how sensitive he can be about time.

Exactly twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing and you knew it was Jaemin. The moment you opened the door, you were astounded. He looked exquisitely handsome in the black suit he was wearing. It was simple and plain, yet ravishing and classy. “You going to a dinner or a wedding?” you commented as you locked the door to your apartment. Walking out of the building, Jaemin himself judged your appearance. “Same goes to you. You look like you’re about to walk the aisle.” He snorted. To be honest, you weren’t wearing anything too extravagant. You chose to wear a long-sleeved plain satin white dress that reached just slightly under your knee with some pearl jewellery. Jaemin’s hair was neatly gelled to one side whilst yours was perfectly curled and adorned with some hair decorative that complimented your dress.

“It would’ve been favourable if you’d complimented my look. I took my time picking this outfit, you know.” you said playfully. “You look beautiful.” he praised. “And you’re quite the looker yourself, Na Jaemin.” laughing it off, you and Jaemin entered his car before driving off to the airport. Yes, you guys settled on taking a flight since it would be faster and more convenient. Though, you should’ve though of getting dressed in London ‘cause now everyone’s gonna look at you and think that you’re some newly-wed couple going on an immediate honeymoon. Besides, your clothes would get all wrinkled. But it’s a one hour flight. Hopefully everything goes smoothly.

An hour passed and Jaemin had woken you up from your slumber. The moment you woke up, you immediately looked for wrinkles on your dress, releasing a relieved sigh when you spotted none. “Well someone looks horrible.” Jaemin snorted in your face. “Dick!” you frantically searched for your hand mirror in your bag before checking your reflection on it. You hair was a mess! After getting off of the plane, you stopped by one of the restrooms to fix your hair. Thank god your curls weren’t ruined. Stepping out of the ladies’, you spotted Jaemin leaning against a wall looking like an awfully good looking bachelor.

You looked at your wristwatch and saw that it was already fifteen minutes into six so you harshly slapped Jaemin’s arm to indirectly tell him to hurry up. Of course, he would never get the hint. “Ow! What was that for” he rubbed the ache in his left arm and cringed at the pain as you groaned in annoyance. “Hurry up, the party starts at seven!” you pulled Jaemin out of the airport before calling a taxi.

The drive to Buckley’s Lodge took almost an hour and but the time you reached the place, it was seven twenty-two. You entered the lodge and the first thing you catch sight of was Mark Lee accompanied by his cousin, Jeno Lee. “Mark! Jen! How are you guys?” Jaemin instantly pulled them into a bro-hug as they chatted. “I see Y/n’s your date?” you heard you name being mentioned by Jeno. “They’re always together, the fuck you mean?” Mark nudged his cousin’s shoulder. “I know, I know.” Jeno rolled his eyes playfully at Mark before a small chuckle was heard from Jaemin. “Have you guys seen Haechan?” he asked and looked at them expectantly.

Mark seemed to be recalling where he last saw Haechan which he then replied with, “He was by the sweets a second ago.” Yeah, you definitely know where the sweets are. Thanks a lot, Mark. “The sweets are at the lounge.” Jeno smiled at you dashingly as if he could read your mind. “Thank you, Jeno.” you returned his smile. “Okay, lovebirds, I’m cold. Let’s sit by the fire, Jen.” Mark wrapped his arm around Jeno’s shoulder and urged him to walk but Jeno stood his ground to let you know, “You look stunning tonight, Y/n.” before walking away with a smile.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up at the compliment and the corners of your lips slowly curled up into a small smile. “Oh God, don’t tell me you actually liked his compliment.” Jaemin rolled his eyes at you. “And what if I did? It was decent. Why? You jealous?” you smirked slightly. “You can suck my dick.” and with that he stormed off to look for Haechan. Jeez, who hurt him? Tailing behind Jaemin, you spotted Haechan talking to one of the guests before his eyes landed on the two of you. “Jaemin! Y/n! It’s been a while!” he engulfed the both of you in a tight hug as he eyed you guys with adoration. “How’d you guys get here from so far?” Haechan questioned.

“Oh it wasn’t that far.”

“We took the plane.”

You made eye contact with Jaemin and squinted your eyes at him. “I see, I see. Why didn’t you tell me you were taking the plane? I really could’ve paid for the flight ticket.” said Haechan. “Oh, it’s fine. It really wasn’t that expensive.” Nope. It was. “Then at least let me pay for your flight back.” he insisted. “No it’s ok—” you were cut off by Jaemin’s annoying voice (no offence Jaem). “I mean, if you insist.” He shrugged before you hit his right shoulder. “Ow! Why do you keep hitting me?” he winced in pain as Haechan laughed at the interaction.

“Some things never change.”

Slow music played in the background as you looked at the few people dancing in front of you. You moved your head to the rhythm of the music and can’t help but smile softly at the situation you were in ; side by side with Jaemin along with a glass of Rosé as music filled your ears. The lodge was almost empty now considering it has gotten a bit late and the only ones left were close friends. Nothing could feel better than this. Or so you thought. “You wanna take a walk?” Jaemin whispered softly to you. “Yeah, sure.” you took the coat that Noelle had lend to you before walking out the lodge with your best friend.

Your footsteps littered the snowy ground as the crunch of your steps filled your ears. “It’s a cold night, isn’t it?” Jaemin commented with his hands in his pockets. “Well I mean, it is snowing.” you giggled softly. “Oh shut up.” Jaemin himself couldn’t help but laugh along with you. You spotted a bench next to a lamp post and decided to sit on it. Buckley’s Lodge is located at the very top of a mountain and is a perfect stop for skiing trips so you could almost see everything from here.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a hand on yours. It wasn’t too common for the two of you to be holding hands but tonight felt a tad bit different. “Y/n.” he called for you quietly to which you hummed as a response. “Look at me.” he said. Carefully, you turned your head to face him before waiting for his next word. “To be completely honest with you, We’ve been best friends for quite the amount of time now and I just think you’re absolutely perfect just the way you are. No matter how annoying you can be at times, you’re still the one I adore the most. So what I’m trying to say tonight is that… I’ve fell for you, Y/n. Harder than ever and I can’t help but feel slightly jealous when you swoon over other guys. I-I just felt like I had to get this off my chest before it’s too late.” Jaemin released a breath of relief as he looked at your intertwined hands.

“Fuck— I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Jaemin.” you chucked seeing him in this state. “It’s fine.” you held his hand tighter in your hold as he met your eyes. “And as a response to your heart-felt confession, look what I brought.” you held your free hand out for him just to show the mistletoe with a red ribbon in the palm of your hand. “I found it on the way here.” Handing the object to him, he took it without hesitation before staring into your eyes for confirmation. “You know what to do.” you urged him to continue. He seemed nervous at first but when you planted a small peck to his lips, he was surely taken aback but also more confident.

Biting back a grin, Jaemin lifted the mistletoe and held it just above your heads with his left hand. “You surely are one of a kind.” he leaned forward to close the gap between the two of you before his lips finally landed on yours. He released his hand from your grip gently and moved it to the dip of your waist and pulling you in deeper. Smiling into the kiss, you took your right hand and placed it just over his shoulder to keep balance. Just then, you felt something drop on your head. Pulling away from the kiss, you saw Jaemin picking up the mistletoe that fell from his grip with a nervous smile. “Oops, sorry.” he laughed awkwardly.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the way he was acting. This really is the man you love. “What’s so funny?” he furrowed his brows playfully at you. “Nothing, just, Merry Christmas, Jaemin.” you said with a smile. Returning the smile, he replied with a giddy voice. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.” As the moon lit the white night, you couldn’t help but wonder what challenges you’d have to go through during this journey of bumpy roads but one thing you were sure of is that you were doing it with Jaemin, and Jaemin only.

And to wrap it all up, that is how your story begins.

definitely more on the simpler side of my works but i did enjoy writing this so i hope you enjoyed reading this too. and don’t worryyy jaemin’s the only one without some filth :)

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hi I don’t know if you do requests or not but if you would like can I request mean dom afab reader who wears a mini skirt and subby needy lucifer if you would like?

omg I literally love you for requesting this. I loved writing this?? but anyways, i hope you like it anon!

2k words

Warnings- use of 'puppy', use of 'ma'am', orgasm denial (kinda), use of 'slut', i think that's it for the most part

a/n. sorry for the long wait, i’ve been on vacation

Lucifer had several problems to deal with.

One was trying to get Diavlo and the rest of his brothers to sign off on a petition he needed.

Another was trying to stop Beelzebub from eating everything in the house.

And another was trying to stop staring at you and your cute skirt.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of how it swayed around your thighs and barely covered your ass. He couldn’t help but hope that you would bend over and he would get the smallest glance at whatever was underneath.

Whether it was shorts, underwear, or neither. He would be lucky to get a look.

Lucifer was sitting at breakfast, Asmodeus was talking about none other than the skirt you had on. It was a short pink one he had bought you. Asmodeus was still talking about the brand when you turned to stare at a red faced Lucifer.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when you looked over, the look on your face was anything but happy. He turned away quickly, but not quickly enough.

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked and stuffed a piece of pancake into your mouth, not moving your gaze from his bright red face. The table had gone silent now, all of them were either staring at you or Lucifer.

Mammon was about to say something about how red Lucifer’s face was, but you beat him to it. “Your face is really dark red right now.” You turned back to stare down at your plate while he sank in his seat.

“He’s probably sick.” Beel chipped in, Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Yes. I should stay home today.” He glanced at you, but you were back to talking with Asmodeus.

After the seven of you had finished, you all left for school, leaving Lucifer at the table to finish his breakfast. But he was busy thinking about other things. He pushed his plate away and hurried off towards his room.

Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he saw you walk down the hall out of Satan’s room. “MC.” He said, and backed towards the wall to give you space.

“Lucifer.” You waved with a book in your hand. It was a textbook. You’d just left it in Satan’s room, that was all. But it fell. The book fell right out of your hand and slammed against the floor.

You sucked in air and sighed loudly. Lucifer was still backed against the wall, staring at you, waiting for your next move.

And, as if you could read his mind, you bent over right in front of him. You snatched the book off the floor and turned around to look back at him. “What?” You asked and crossed your arms, the book tucked safely under your arm pit.

“I…” He started, his eyes trailing down to your legs. The skirt you were wearing looked like it had shrunk. Whether you pulled it up, or it had magically shrunken, it was now a few inches shorter than it had been when you left this morning.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it, and he couldn’t seem to form any words to tell you what he wanted. What he needed.

Lucifer finally looked up at you. Your expression was between a smile and a glare. “I was wondering why you weren’t in school.” He said, making a terrible attempt at a straight face.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded once and took another step towards him. He was now backed against the wall. You dropped the book onto the ground, slid one hand around his waist and pressed the other against the wall. “You’re sure that’s what you were wondering?” You tilted your head.

He nodded. “Mm… And there’s nothing else you want?” You leaned in, resting your lips on his neck. He nodded again. You pulled away and picked up your textbook.

“You’re a pervert, Lucifer.”

You turned and walked off, leaving Lucifer leaning against the wall to watch you go. He thought about telling you to wait, so he could have a chance to explain himself, but you were already gone.

---

Lucifer was still in his room by the time you all got home. He didn’t dare leave his room, for fear that you would expose him in front of his brothers. But they would only get more suspicious if he wasn’t out there to bother them about homework or something like that.

He pulled himself out of bed and opened his door. You were standing there. Still in your uniform, mini skirt and all. You had your arms crossed again. “Maybe you really are sick.” You grimaced.

“I should come back-”

“No.” He reached out to grab your arm, but you took a step back. He pulled his arm back, embarrassed.

“So you just skipped school? The great Lucifer, ditching?” You didn’t drop your gaze once, it was almost like a staring contest between you two.

Lucifer swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

“Look, MC. You might have the wrong idea. I’m not a pervert.” There was a tone in his voice, he meant to make somewhat daunting, but it came out more smug. He also crossed his arms, though he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you.

“Shut up, perv.” You pushed by him and into his room. He turned around to fall you immediately. “Sorry??” He asked and set his hand on your shoulder.

“You heard.” You sighed and brushed his hand off your shoulder. He stared at you, stunned. “Wha-” You pulled him over to his bed by his wrist. At this point, he was willing to do anything you wanted.

He sat down on his bed and you sat down on the small couch opposite to it. You pulled off your uniform jacket, leaving you in a black t-shirt and skirt. He hastily pulled off his own shirt, ready for whatever you were going to do.

You crossed one leg over the other, your skirt was now hitched all the way up your thighs. He stood to walk towards you, but you stopped him. “Sit.” You rested your arm over the back of the couch. He did as he was told, “Good puppy.” You grinned as he squirmed on his bed.

“You need something, puppy?” Your grin was still plastered on your face as he covered his mouth with one of his hands. “Yes…” He mumbled and stared down at his lap.

“What is it?” You leaned forward, his eyes flickered up to stare at your cleavage, and then back down at his lap. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You stood, pretending to get ready to leave.

“I need you.” He blurted, his hands gripping the blanket. He stared up at you as you walked towards him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He shook his head in reply. “Words.” You stated, using your finger to tilt his chin higher up.

“No, ma’am.” He was already shaking from your feather light touches on his face. You shook your head as well, “No, ma’am…” You repeated, almost mocking him.

You knelt down in front of him, your hands gently trailing down his body as you rested on your knees. You reached for the button on his jeans, then pulled back. “Say please.” You looked up at him.

“MC-” “I said say please, slut.” You picked at the button on his jeans. He shivered, his hips moving back and forth, trying to make friction on the denim material. “Please, please touch me. I-I need to feel you so bad.” His chest was heaving. You smiled at him again, kissing the corner of his mouth, making him smile just slightly.

“‘Course.” You nodded and unbuttoned his jeans, undoing the zipper and pulling them down to his knees. You tugged his boxers down as well, he was staring at the ceiling, biting harshly on his lower lip.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, you got a small moan from him in return. He was looking down at you now, watching as you pumped his length up and down. His breath was shaky, it was mixed in with some moans and whines as you squeezed and pumped.

You leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock gently, he let out a shaky moan in return. You opened your mouth and started to suck at his tip instead. He quickly moved his hand on top of your head, gripping at your hair. “MC, fuck!” He groaned quietly and pulled at your hair slightly.

You felt him start to push your head down more and you pulled back. “Why’d you-” “You really are a perv.” You stated and stood back up.

“No, I’m sorry. It just…” He sighed. “You’re sorry, huh?” You grinned again. “Apologize then. Properly.” You reached under your skirt and tugged your panties down and kicked them off. Lucifer’s mouth was wide open now. “Well puppy?” You tilted your head, crossing your arms again. “Or should I just leave right now?” He stared up at the ceiling again, considering if what small amount of his pride he had left was worth it. Who was he kidding? Of course it was.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He inhaled shakily. “And apologize for your slutty behavior.” You giggled quietly. “I’m sorry for being a slut.” He whispered, his head shot back into your direction when he heard a small whine from you.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and your hand was underneath your skirt, working away at your clit. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, “Yeah, that works.” You smiled and looked down at him.

You leaned forward and pushed him against the bed, and crawled up onto his lap. You straddled his thighs and started rocking back and forth on his cock. Lucifer’s eyes were wide, his breathing was sporadic and loud. “MC… I need it so bad.” He sounded on the verge of tears while he begged for you to fuck him.

You smiled down at him and raised your hips, you grabbed ahold of his cock and positioned it in front of your wet hole. He reached up and held onto your hips, ready to start bouncing you up and down.

You sunk down onto his cock, your breath was stuck in your throat, and your mind was clouded. The only things you could think about was how well he filled you and how pretty he looked underneath you.

You started to move up and down, your hips almost had a mind of their own, just trying to go with the rhythm his moans had created. And even though he was a devil, Lucifer’s moans were angelic.

The whole situation in itself was too stimulating and you felt the knot in your stomach start to build. Lucifer's fingers dug into your hips, his hips thrusting up into you, trying to stay buried in you for as long as possible.

You looked at his face, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were filled with tears, some had already fallen. He was constantly just spewing compliments and small praises.

“It’s good, so good…”

“I-I need it, I need you to fuck me more.”

“I love it.”

Was all that could be made out from what he was trying to say. And you were too focused on your own high to care about what he was trying to say.

The knot finally snapped and you stopped, burying Lucifer’s cock as deep inside you as you could. Lucifer’s hands slid up your body and tried desperately to feel as much of you as he could while he could.

You stopped after another few seconds, your face was sweaty, but not nearly as bad as Lucifer. He was staring at you expectantly. But you stood back up, wincing at the empty feeling. You grabbed your panties and jacket.

“I’m sure you can deal with… That.” You gestured to his still hard cock as you headed towards the door. He didn’t dare say anything to stop you, though he’d wished he’d at least gotten a proper kiss from you.

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A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break. 

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!☀️

~*~

“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock. 

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg. 

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.” 

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious. 

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid. 

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much.  You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”. 

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence. 

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation. 

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup. 

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight. 

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important. 

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen. 

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could. 

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey. 

“Oh, fine, I guess–” 

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good. 

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth. 

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken. 

“Soon,” he replied simply. 

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time. 

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify. 

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space. 

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie. 

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still. 

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material. 

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response. 

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle. 

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart. 

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features. 

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette. 

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take  a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind. 

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.” 

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence. 

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders. 

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride. 

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses. 

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself. 

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat. 

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject. 

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–” 

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence. 

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm. 

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible. 

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title. 

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.” 

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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Lonely No More - Three

Bishop Losa xOC Series

Series Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Series Warnings: Swearing, mentions/allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: 2k - well hello there! Finally got around to editing chapter three and I love it. It’s so cliche… but we love that here!!

Previous Part

Amalia enjoyed going on dates.

A few years ago, she had actually been engaged. That romance fizzled out however, and Amalia believed it was because her fiancé hadn’t put in any effort on his end, always declining when she suggested that they went out. It also didn’t help that he was sleeping with a woman from work. At least we hadn’t paid any deposits for the wedding. Amalia often thanked her mother for that one, thinking it had been her spirit looking out for her daughter that led to the deception being uncovered.

Since her breakup, she had made an effort to go on dates. She didn’t always find someone worth pursuing, she’d had exactly one seven-month long relationship since her fiancé, but she had met some great people along the way, often staying in contact as friends when they’d mutually realised there was never going to be a romance between them.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the case with her current date. It was the cute blonde from a couple of weeks ago. The first date had gone surprisingly well and so she had accepted the invitation for a second. With work being so busy however she hadn’t been able to commit until tonight, two and a half weeks later.

Josh was 35, an accountant, a homeowner, loved Mumford and Sons, preferred chocolate to vanilla and really disliked the local MC. Like a lot.

“They just don’t seem to have any consideration for the public. They drive around like they own the town, rev their bikes all through the Main Street, it’s impossible to get any work done when they drive by, I’m sure you understand in your office,” he paused to take a breath and a sip of his rum and coke, the worst drink combination imaginable according to Amalia, “I mean really. Wannabes that lack any cognitive thinking abilities.”

If Josh had bothered to pause and ask her a question every once and a while, he may have learnt that Amalia was in fact the sibling of two of those wannabes, and chosen a different topic to rant away on.

They were having a relatively pleasant time beforehand, until one of the aforementioned ‘wannabes’ had gone past on their bike. It was Riz, judging by the hair that flew from under the helmet, one of the most polite men she had ever met, but she wasn’t about to voice that observation.

As Josh continued his obnoxious ranting and raving, Amalia subtly glanced at her watch, 7:13. The sun had already set, being dark out, she wondered if she could make her escape soon. They’d been here a while, although she had only finished half her meal, but surely she could think of an excuse?

Her date soon excused himself for the bathroom and Amalia found herself sighing in relief. Finally. She took a long sip of her mint milkshake and revelled in the coolness down her throat, almost choking when a voice interrupted her thoughts,

“He seems nice.”

Turning quickly in her side of the booth she looked behind her to find none other than the wannabe president, sat in the booth behind her, his back to hers, though he was now also turned awkwardly to face her.

It seemed that somehow in the midst of Josh’s constant moaning and boring conversation, they had completely missed the roar of a Harley pulling up outside, and the heavy boots walking through the diner to sit right behind them.

“Oh god,” Amalia looked at him with sorrowful eyes, “How much of that did you hear?”

Bishop let out a chuckle, “Enough to know you won’t be bringing around to the clubhouse anytime soon.”

Amalia gave him an embarrassed smile, “Apparently the second date is when you know if you want to carry on with someone or not. And I absolutely do not.”

“Why’s that? Still no ring?” He teased recalling their conversation from a fortnight ago. She let out a short giggle and nodded, holding up her left hand, void of a ring.

“Something like that.”

“So you’re gonna wait til dessert then make your escape?”

“Actually, he was my ride, so I’m kind of stuck.” Amalia admitted, although she knew she had a number of contacts in her phone that would act as her Uber for the evening if she needed.

Bishop squinted at her, trying to work the situation out in his head. She was clearly uncomfortable, and he didn’t feel right leaving her with the blond if that was the case, “You can come with me. Order shouldn’t be far away then we’ll go, you good with riding?”

Amalia was surprised at the offer, she knew Bishop to an extent was pretty old-fashioned, and guessed that included saving a damsel in distress.

“Are you sure, Bishop? I don’t wanna cause any issues for yo-”

Bishop cut her off with a wave of the hand, “Sweetheart, I’m not fucking leaving you here with that asshole. I can deal with him.”

Before she could respond, Josh sat back down in front of her, eyeing the biker curiously, “Everything okay here?”

Amalia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his question, knowing it was mostly, kind of, genuine. Instead she nodded, nervously picking at her food, “Yeah everythings good. Um, I actually don’t feel very well. I think it was the milkshake, so I’m um… I’m gonna head home I think.”

She vaguely registered the man behind her standing up to get his order while her date stared at her quizzingly, as if he didn’t quite believe her.

“Maybe you should eat some more, it might help you feel better,” he offered.

“Or maybe she needs to go home and rest, c’mon, querida.” Bishop’s deep voice was a stark contrast to that of the accountant opposite her. Amalia wordlessly gathered her things and went to stand to leave, stopping when she felt Josh’s hand grab hers.

“Who the hell are you? I’m not letting her leave with a random biker we don’t know.”

Bishop stared down at him threateningly and Amalia decided then was a good time to speak up, “It’s okay. I know him. He’s a friend.”

Josh stared at her in shock, “You’re friends with that gang?” Amalia pulled her hand away and this time stood with no interruptions.

“Is that a problem?” Bishop butted in, protectively wrapping his arm around Amalia’s waist.

Josh was apparently too shocked to make a further comment and just stared at the two. Bishop turned to leave, arm still around Amalia which caused her to turn too, she left Josh with a, “Um… bye.” and left the diner with the biker.

She muttered to Bishop as he led her to his bike, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” noting that they had to walk past the window by the booth where she had sat, which meant that Bishop would’ve clocked her before he even entered the diner.

“I got you. querida.”

He removed his arm from her waist to grab the helmet hanging off the handle bars to hand to her to put on while he tucked his takeout safely away in his saddle bags. Bishop turned back to her and took her by surprise, hooking two of his fingers between her chin and the helmet strap to check it was tight enough. He nodded his satisfaction and got on the bike, Amalia grinned at the sound of the Harley, having always loved the roar they gave, and climbed on behind him, linking her hands where they met around his waist.

“You good?” he asked over the rumble, taking off when she confirmed.

Amalia loved being on the bike. She didn’t get to ride very often, occasionally with her brothers, and a couple of times with Coco when she’d needed a last minute lift somewhere but that was the extent of it. So she allowed herself to enjoy this ride with the President.

Bishop was going slower than he usually did, he didn’t know how comfortable she was on the back of a bike and didn’t want to frighten her by moving too fast. And maybe, just maybe, he was enjoying the feeling of having a beautiful woman on his bike, arms around his waist. It had been years since he had found himself in that position, so sue him if he wanted to hold onto the feeling a little longer.

It was a few minutes before Amalia realised she hadn’t even told him her address and yet he was taking all the right turns.

She took the opportunity to question this when they slowed at a stop sign, “How do you know where I live?”

She felt him laugh and bring a hand down to her leg to give a playful squeeze, “I’ve been stalking you.” He took off before she could question further.

It was only a few more minutes until Bishop turned onto her street and finally, into her driveway. He held the bike steady while she clumsily climbed off causing Bishop to laugh and try to help her get her footing before she face planted.

He shut the bike off and sat comfortably, waiting for her Amalia to make her way inside.

“Thanks for tonight, Bishop, seriously. I owe you one.” she found herself feeling shy all of a sudden, handing back the helmet, unable to meet Bishop’s gaze.

He took a second to take her in, “You gonna be okay?” Feeling himself grin when she nodded, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

They let the silence wash over them for a beat before Amalia suddenly remembered the poor man still hadn’t had his dinner, “Shit I’m sorry. Do you wanna come in and eat? Your food’ll be cold by the time you get home.”

Bishop couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when he looked down the street.

“I guess this is the part where I tell you that we’re pretty much neighbours.”

Amalia cocked her head in confusion, “We’re not neighbours?”

He pointed down the street to the end intersection, “I live on the next street over, Bridgeman.” Quietly enjoying the way Amalia’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Are you serious? How did I not know that?”

Bishop shrugged in response, “Guess you’re not very observant, I’ve even rode by a few times when you’ve been outside.”

Ohh, she thought. The roaring of a bike could often be heard on this street and surrounds. Amalia figured it was one of her brothers doing a drive by to check in. It had been Bishop, that was how he knew where she lived.

“Well, I’ll be sure to come knocking when I need to borrow a cup of sugar.”

Again, Bishop found himself chuckling at her, “Querida, if either of us is going to find ourselves short of household essentials, I think it’s a safe bet that it’d be me.” Bishop was pretty good at keeping his household up and running, but with being so busy with the club, sometimes it fell to the backburner and the grocery shopping wasn’t done as well as it should be.

“Anytime you need flour or milk, you know where to find me.” she smirked.

“Have a good night, sweetheart.”

“You too, Bish.” At that, he started his bike, backed down the driveway, gave one last nod to the Reyes sister and began the 30 second journey home.

‘How the fuck did I not know that?’ She thought to herself, making her way inside.

Somehow knowing that Bishop was just down the road, made her feel a whole lot safer.

#bishop losa x oc #bishop losa fic #bring back bishop #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa #mayans fx #mayans mc #Mayans mc fic #angel reyes #ez reyes #lonely no more

[mikaharuka]

2022 Writerly Year Review

I was tagged for this by @0nelittlebirdtoldme; I in turn tag the amazing @kayedium-writes, @udaberriwrites, @mrsmungus, @magma-saarebas19 and @sliebman10.

Total number of completed works: Let's go with 4 - technically it's 2, and the other 2 are works that can stand alone and have been put on hiatus for now, but could theoretically be picked up later on.

Total number of WIPs worked on this year: Hmm... let's go with 2 on this one. Technically I started writing Apricity last year on my own, but I didn't start posting until this year and I ended up throwing out most of what I wrote last year anyways. The other work is the 5+1 elemental interlude, Mahabhuta, that I started just as 2022 was coming to a close.

WIPs neglected this year: None, actually. Mostly because I don't intentionally take on projects only to never work on them. I had draft notes for WIPS from years ago in my Google Drive, but I never intended to publish them - those are just bonuses if I feel like going back.

Fandoms I've written in: Only two - Fire Emblem Three Houses (for Ferdibert, specifically) and Twilight/Life and Death (for my Winter Light verse)

Total word count: The 81k or so words I have on Apricity's first 14 chapters so far.

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you expected? Seeing as I totally forgot about my fics and didn't start writing again until August of this year, I'd say I did about what I expected, writing-wise.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Posting my long-fic to AO3 in the first place. I'd only done a few oneshots years ago in a different fandom (FE3H), so this was a total shot in the dark for me.

Do you have any goals for the new year? Write at least 500 words every day (so far a success on day 2). Get at least 1 chapter/month on Apricity, but also finish all of Mahabhuta (the 5+1 smut/elemental interlude piece), start this other 7-chapter long-fic that focuses on another character, and random one-shot bits that strike me here and there.

Biggest disappointment? That I couldn't write faster than 1 chapter a month. Part of that is my grad student life, but a good part of that is me contending with my ADHD brain, so...

Biggest surprise? That people actually liked my weird niche? Like... I threw out 98% of canon and went with this unusual Eastern-take and new lore, history, character dynamics and backstories... and somehow people actually like it? This is really strange and weird and doesn't have any ties to the fandom beyond the superficial 2% that I kept?? Especially people who write in and have tastes in totally different niches than what I'm writing? I'm flattered, but also shocked, and also grateful for the support!

Most popular story of the year? Naturally the long-fic, Apricity. Pretty much the only thing I published this year, so...

What's your own favorite story of the year? See above.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Uh... I don't think I can call out much here. My long-fic from this year and the few one-shots from long ago seem just fine to me?

Most fun story to write: Seeing as I'm totally lost in Winter Light brain rot, I'd say anything related to that universe and not just Apricity. Right now, I'm already 2k into Mahabhuta and find that surprisingly easier to write (I did that much in two days, for real!)

Most unintentionally telling story: Err... same as above.

My favorite part of fandom this year: Because of my niche, I don't really have a 'place' in the Twilight fandom in the traditional sense. But of course not - I freaking threw out everything that made that story. The only thing I kept were the names and appearances and very superficial pieces... so I can't really say that I'm part of that fandom even though I technically am. As a result, I found my space in multi-fandom spaces like on Reddit or Discord or now, on Tumblr, and I'm so very grateful for all the lovely, talented writers who've not only supported me, but also have shown me stuff totally out of my usual fare that I've grown to love quite a bit!

~Mizuka

#2022 writer ask game #mizuka's rambles

[shark-indisguise]

Long Story. Not Short. (Johnson (Reprisal))

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: none. This is my headcanon for how Johnson joined the brawlers because we were robbed of not knowing his backstory at all. At the end there's mention toward my OC Emile.

The large room was wrapped in darkness. Dimly lit hanging bulbs from the ceiling provided the only light, the ever present cloud of smoke dancing in swirls under the lamps. The room was about half full of patrons spread about on the cement floor, scattered in tables with an ash tray centered on each. The lack of windows and deep red walls only added to the dark interior. Despite the grunge look, the people at the tables seemed to be enjoying themselves, a few talking with others, the most noise coming from a table at the center where four men were playing an odd variation of poker. A radio situated on a small shelf played a melody barely heard through the chatter.

Joel stepped in first, holding the door behind him for the others to follow. No one looked up from their place. Bash appeared next to him, turning his head and examining the lounge.

"You know what he looks like?" he asked, focusing his attention on the table of card players.

"Got an idea," Joel moved to the side unconsciously, letting their last accompaniment stand in the middle.

Burt exhaled smoke through his nose, "We're trusting your judgement on this one, Joel. Lead the way."

The brawler took another long look around the room, landing on the back left corner. A half-moon bar with brown lacquer finish curved around the corner, in front of a glass wall of shelves each lined with liquor. Leaning on this wall was a tall man, head bowed over a book. He was dressed nicely, a maroon vest over a white striped dress shirt, with suspenders clipped onto pinstripe pants. His shirt was buttoned to the collar despite not wearing a tie. The corner of the bar was darker than the rest of the room, his face illuminated only by the glowing bud of the cigarette in his mouth, languidly breathing smoke out the corner of his lips as he read. He was the only one in the room who was alone.

Joel felt confident with his assessment and made his way to the bar. He pulled out a stool and sat down. The bartender didn't look up, but if he did, Joel probably couldn't tell. Black curly hair swooped over his forehead and hid his eyes from where Joel was seated. Bash lingered off to the side of the bar, and Burt took an empty chair across the room. From what Joel heard, and what he told Burt and Bash, this guy was worth the trouble. He had a whole lot of history with a whole lot of people, multiple talents under his belt and a reputation that proceeded him. Joel's confidence wavered at the notion that the tall, silent person in front of him might not be who he's looking for. But his source told him he had a "unique hairstyle, and the guy's tall as a tree, can't miss him. Real quiet, too."

Joel cleared his throat to catch his attention. Finally his head tipped up, half-lidded dark eyes meeting Joel's. His expression was blank. His eyes, presumably a dark brown, looked large and pitch black in the low light. Like a dog, or some other creature used to such nocturnal places. His gaze flicked briefly to Bash, and then back to Joel in an instant. He was wary now, Joel knew that much. He'd have to approach this carefully.

"You're a pretty tough one to find." Joel started, easy enough. The bartender's head tipped up a little more and he removed the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers flicking the ash into a small dish to his left. His eyes didn't leave Joel. His lack of response made Bash tilt his head back to look at them. If he was a threat, Bash wasn't sure the three of them could take the entire bar in a fight. Joel, however, was determined.

"Move around a lot. Handful of people are wondering where you are, some of 'em fond of you, some not so much."

The book in his hand lowered and he placed it on the counter to his left next to the ashtray. He returned the cigarette to his mouth, crossing his arms across his torso. Bash slid across the bar next to Joel,

"You didn't hear anything about him being mute did you?" he whispered.

Joel opened his mouth to respond, but was cut short quick

"not mute. who sent you for me."

The two over the counter looked back at the bartender. A stream of smoke left his slightly open mouth lazily before he removed the cigarette once again, this time putting it out in the tray with a slight sizzle. He stood up straight, standing over even Bash by an inch. His hands dug into his pockets as he waited for a response.

"Up in Illinois, a Michael Kovac. Said you'd be good for us." Joel replied. He noticed a slight twitch in the bartender's expression, and his head lowered a little more. Narrowing. Bash took a seat next to Joel now, earning another glance from him.

The bartender remained silent an extra second before nodding, "mm. who's us? I assume that one's with you two." he pointed to Burt, who was seated in the upper corner and had been watching the whole time.

Joel leaned on his arms, ready to give another introduction speech, "We're an organization of individuals, who believe in something bigger than ourselves. Togetherness, belonging. Many of us consider it a family."

He listened, not quite intently, but focused, while rocking on his heels a little. His head fell back as he surveyed the two in front of him, and the jackets they wore. Bash in the light denim jacket, with the same matching back patch as Burt, and Joel's black velvet blazer.

"We're the banished brawlers, and we're looking for someone with your long list of talents to join us."

The bartender then picked up his book and leaned back against the wall, flipping to his page.

"ask someone else."

Bash sighed and stood up, rolling his eyes. He motioned for Burt to get moving too, and Joel took one last look at the bartender before following behind. He felt the bartender's eyes on the back of his head as the door closed behind them.

Normally he'd give up. Joel was never one for pursuing lost causes, especially if they flat out said no. But he had a gut feeling about this, the same feeling Burt described to him when he was found. This guy just needed a bigger shove. Michael, the man who told them about this guy, was their first go-to. But Michael said he was content where he was, and had a different candidate for them. Someone who needed stability more than he did.

Joel returned the next night. He found things exactly as they were, and a sense of deja vu as he scanned the same few patrons, playing the same card game listening to the same station on the radio. The only thing missing; the bartender.

Joel stepped into the bar and looked around, hoping to catch him at a table. No sign. He let out a gruff sigh and turned to leave.

"J's out back." a voice from the main table caused Joel to come back around. The voice belonged to the man on the right of the table, breathing thick clouds of smoke into the air from a heavy cigar. Joel nodded and walked to the back door, placing his hand on the steel bar to push it open, before he was interrupted again by the man at the table.

"Gotta warn you, J says no- he says no. Don't go pushin' a man who can't be moved."

Joel noticed the ironic words, (karma, probably) and opened the door into the cool night air, now absolutely sure he'd succeed. His feet hit the gravel of the alley behind the bar and the door closed with a metallic screech. Far to his right was the street, a glimpse of the black cadillac visible in the streetlamp she was parked under. To his left was a black dumpster for the establishment, and in front of him was a heavy shadow cast by the building next door.

A familiar smooth voice droned out from the shadow, "no company this time. decide to ditch the intimidation tactic I see."

Joel recognized his voice, of course. His eyes adjusted to the dark and was able to make out the tall silhouette of the bartender, leaning on what looked to be a motorcycle.

Joel reached into his pocket and pulled out his box of cigarettes, "I thought this was best a conversation between the two of us." he put one in his mouth, about to offer one to the other but a thin line of smoke out of the shadows answered his question. He already had one.

"some conversation. what kind of job you even need me for?"

"Not quite a job." Joel patted his sides for his lighter. Upon not finding it, the bartender clicked his tongue twice to get Joel's attention, and tossed him a silver lighter. Joel caught it and lit his cigarette, handing it back with a thanks. "More of a place with us. Work, sure, everyone has a task, but it's more permanent. Like I said- many compare it to a family. Place to belong. Everyone has everyone else's back, always."

There was another long silence as a response.

"I know people like you," Joel stared into the dark, facing the silhouette which he felt staring back, "people who've shifted and moved around so much they don't even have a home. Gets lonely. You've been drug around too much, you could use a place to settle into."

The bartender took a drag off his cigarette, the glowing end briefly lighting up his dark brown eyes, still locked on Joel and eerily unblinking. There was a stern, almost angry look to them, as he was looking up from his head tilted down. He tossed the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the heel of his boot, standing up and out of the shadow.

"Mike really push you out here for me?"

Joel tilted his head to the side and took a drag of his own cigarette, "Yep. He's damn convincing."

There was another pause.

"can't tell you how long I'll be there. am I allowed to leave or this one of those gangs that kills you for runnin' off?"

"You can leave." Joel had to look up a just little to meet him, "but I can't say you'd be welcomed back should the notion arise."

The bartender breathed deep and sighed, seemingly thinking it over, his head turning to the side absently looking at the street to the left. Wandering into previous years and the time he'd spent entirely alone. Joel offered his hand,

"the guys in there, called you J. That what we'll be calling you?"

He looked back at Joel with a slight scoff, "I keep tellin' em not to call me that." after another delayed second, he shook Joel's hand, "Johnson."

"Alright, Johnson." Joel nodded his head, "first up- let's get you a jacket. You'll look nice in black."

Johnson became the second out of three River Phoenixes, the third being another man who was shorter than Joel but older by a few years. Johnson fit in well. Right away he was acknowledged with head nods and some introductions, but the brawlers quickly learned he wasn't one for conversation. Johnson was seen only with the other phoenixes, and when he wasn't, no one knew where he'd run off to. The most he'd talk was a few one-off sentences in piece with another conversation. Other than that- head nods, whistles, hand gestures or even clicking was his form of communicating. He just wasn't very talkative, but he earned his reputation due to his long sullen silences and the ability to stare anyone down to compliance. Headstrong young brawlers, those who look for fights wherever and whenever possible, quickly found out Johnson was a fight no one wanted to even get involved with. He was quick, hit hard and fought to get it over with instead of making a point. The whole time Joel knew him, Johnson never lost a fight. A few times, Joel was baited by others to get into the pit with Johnson, and see who won. Joel the Mover up agaisnt the tallest, scariest Phoenix the brawlers would ever have. Joel refused out of respect for his friend. Maybe a twinge of intimidation, but that would never surface.

All his time there, and Johnson never told anyone where he came from. No one knew and no one would ask. He was perfectly content sitting alone with a drink and a cigarette, and everyone else was perfectly fine with leaving him be. Johnson didn't put a time limit on his stay, but he figured he'd leave eventually. He always did. It wasn't until he met Emile, and later on Matty, that he changed his mind.

Even as the years went on and he started to think of it as indeed, more of a home, there were still things he never shared. Emile knew not to pry. She'd seen the long scars on his back, she'd sat up with him late at night when he can't sleep, she'd talked one-sided conversations with him when he didn't want to speak at all. Emile recognized these signs of his as well as she knew her own. Johnson had been through something that affected him deeply, just like she had. Together they shared silences and kept their own secrets hidden far away from the other.

#🚬 #johnson reprisal #reprisal 2019 #david dastmalchian #Reprisal hulu #Johnson

[witchspeka]

Woe! Fanfiction be upon ye!

I present to you a little under 2k worth of Teru being oblivious to how touch starved he is

Also under a read more below because its short enough for that

Teru wouldn't consider himself a movie buff by any means, but he will admit that he's quite picky when it comes to the movies he decides to subject himself to. Still, by the looks of it, he doubts he's the only one bored right now. Kageyama is on the verge of falling asleep, lids heavy with the weight of a stale plot and redundant dialogue. On the other side of the couch, his brother looks even more lethargic, letting his head droop before half-heartedly trying to pull himself back together.

For a moment, he wonders why none of them have changed the movie, but then he entertains the thought of doing that himself and shuts it down immediately after. Just thinking about getting up is making his drowsiness increase by tenfold.

So they're stuck in that purgatory, confined by the comfort of the couch and their own laziness. It's getting pretty late, the sun has already set and Teru isn't too keen on making himself a guest at the Kageyamas house for much longer. Nevertheless, leaving right now will break an unspoken etiquette rule, they're still in the middle of the movie, after all. As such, Teru has decided he'll leave once the credits roll. 

Despite his consciousness of manners, one of his hosts seems less inclined to follow his example. Not too late after Teru made his decision, Kageyama's brother gives in to the merciless psychic attack the movie had inflicted onto him; letting his head fall back and hit the couch.

While Teru considers it mildly inappropriate, Kageyama seems to find it amusing, and he lets out a small chuckle. In all fairness, it somehow did manage to be more entertaining than anything the movie had to offer. 

For a second, Kageyama analyses the remote on the far side of the table and shuffles a little, ready to get up and grab it. Before he can even stand up, though, he's dragged back onto the couch by a sudden weight falling against him. 

Dissatisfied with the comfort of the couch's backrest, his brother shifts his position and starts leaning on Kageyama's shoulder. The latter quickly accepts his fate and uses his powers to fly the remote into his hand. Teru feels stupid for not realising they could have done that all along, the movie must have shut down his cognitive abilities worse than he initially thought.

Kageyama hits a button on the remote, there's around 30 minutes left of runtime. 

"Should we call it quits for tonight?" Kageyama says, not bothering to change the pitch of his voice to accommodate the situation; even at his most emotional, his loud voice is still considered quiet by most people. 

"Well, we started, might as well finish it." Teru says, wondering if perhaps Kageyama finds his newfound position uncomfortable. 

He's proven otherwise as quickly as the thought materialises. Kageyama thinks over his words for a total of two seconds before nodding in agreement. He then proceeds to shuffle and change his position, leaning further into the couch to make proper space for his brother to lean his head on him. 

Suddenly, Teru feels uncomfortable. Actually, he can't quite place the feeling, perhaps it wasn't discomfort that made him feel out of place. Still, something was bothering him. Otherwise, the couch’s soft cushions wouldn’t feel like they were replaced with smooth stone, unable to give him any comfort no matter how much he leaned onto them. When he looked away from the screen and at his surroundings, he felt like the dark corners of the room extended for miles, allowing his imagination to run wild with possibilities of what could lay hidden within it. Despite how cramped the couch was, his presence felt inconspicuous in the vast space of the room

Instinctively, he moved closer to the armrest. 

Without wanting to, he becomes fixated on the two people next to him, who look jarringly peaceful next to Teru's sudden bout of stiffness. Kageyama's brother is uncharacteristically serene. Usually, he's a bundle of nerves, constantly on edge; Teru wouldn't have thought he'll see him so calm in this lifetime. He's almost impressed with Kageyama's effect on him, it’s like watching a neurotic animal be tranquilised and somehow enjoy it. Once in a while, he'll start moving again, treating his brother like an impromptu pillow.   

Said brother doesn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary, as soon as the movement stops, he returns the gesture, tilting his head and letting his own weight rest on his brother. Teru feels a prickle in his skin, suddenly aware of how cold he's feeling, although he's quite sure temperature wasn't an issue until now. 

They look so comfortable that it starts irrationally annoying Teru. They're relaxed. Vulnerable. Letting their guard down to a ridiculous extent. 

Teru shakes his head. What's he even mad about? What would even constitute a cause of concern? There was nobody there but the three of them and their parents, besides, nobody that could be dangerous would approach the house carelessly anyway; not with the threateningly large amount of psychic energy swallowing the building and its surroundings. Being tense in this situation was ridiculous, it was their home, after all.

Home is the place where you should feel safe, Teru thinks; it is an innocuous, widely agreed upon sentiment. In spite of that, he feels hesitant to agree that it has any real value. His apartment isn't particularly safe, that he knows, threat after threat accosting him has shown otherwise. Yet, it is his home. It’s the place where he sleeps and eats and the one he returns to after an exhausting day. 

But is it comfortable? 

Of course it is! He’s got every amenity he needs, he has running water, a comfortable bed and an (usually) stacked up fridge. What else would a home need? He’s got everything necessary to live, to survive, to be happy.

He’s thinking too much, maybe he should stop.

Unexpectedly, he makes eye contact with Kageyama. It's brief, but Kageyama is perceptive enough to realise he was staring. Teru looks the other way, but it's too late, he's been caught and he feels shame start nestling in his chest. 

Kageyama blinks the fatigue away from his eyes and stares, making Teru feel like he's too small and too big all at once. Instead of allowing his embarrassment to show up on his face, Teru starts focusing on the movie, eyes fixated on it, hoping the dim TV light wasn’t allowing any colours to be seen on his face.  

Then he feels a tug at this shirt. Instinctively, he freezes up, even more stiff than before. When he doesn’t turn towards him, Kageyama starts pulling more insistently, so Teru slowly, dreadfully, looks towards him. His eyes are as piercing as ever, making Teru feel like he knows every single thing he’s thought about until now. For all he knows, he might, he knows Kageyama is a man of many talents, it’s too early to still rule out telepathy as one of them.

Without looking away from him, Kageyama makes a movement with his head, pointing towards his shoulder ever so slightly. Once he realises what he’s implying, Teru feels his ears burn up, losing hope that the darkness of the room could hide his embarrassment any further. 

Was he taking pity on him? Did he realise at the same time Teru did that the feeling making his stomach turn was most likely jealousy? Perhaps he was a telepath all along. 

Kageyama’s eyebrows furrow, whether in annoyance or confusion, Teru isn’t sure. His grip on his shirt doesn’t waver so Teru starts thinking he won’t get out of this anytime soon. Politely, he faces his friend and shakes his head, hoping it’s enough to communicate his intention. 

Kageyama doesn’t seem too satisfied with his answer, but he accepts it nevertheless, finally freeing Teru from his insistent glare. He lets go of his shirt hesitantly, or maybe his lack of speed is due to his drowsiness, Teru doesn’t really care anymore, he’s too tired to think.

Shame makes him more tired than usual, he notes, because whatever that little interaction was it left him feeling tense, yet exhausted. It was embarrassing enough to acknowledge such an unpleasant, confidence killing sentiment such as jealousy, but it was truly painful being caught expressing it. 

Without any other distractions on hand, Teru decides to focus on the movie. It’s the middle of the climax, there’s lots of loud noises and explosions, but they all quickly melt into a blur as he starts spacing out. He tries his best to quell his emotions, to smooth them out like creases on a dress shirt.

Right as he thinks he’s succeeded and managed to relax, the darkness of the faraway corners of the room start wrapping around the TV, eating away at the light until there’s nothing left. Teru doesn’t realise he’s fallen asleep until the fatigue wears off again. 

Slowly, he opens his eyes, blearily looking at the screen that is now way too bright. He squints, attempting to figure out what he is looking at. Eventually, he makes out names and a small square in the corner showing off various behind the scenes footage.

The movie was over. Teru should get moving already. Still, he soon realises he can’t quite get up, or move at all, really.

Sometime after he fell asleep, Kageyama had followed suit, his body unceremoniously draping itself over Terus. His head found its way in the crook of his neck while their arms managed to get tangled together. Everytime Teru tried to move, Kageyama’s body did as well, making Teru stop immediately in fear of waking him up.

“Kageyama-kun?” He tried calling for him, but Kageyama was long gone, deep in the graces of slumber.

Unsure of what his next action should be, Teru remained still. The position wasn’t particularly comfortable, especially not when he was standing stiffly to the side, trying to worm his way out of Kageyama’s grasp. On top of that, his brother was still leaning on him, adding even more weight onto Teru’s half asleep self. 

At first he considers using his powers to whisk them away, but he shuts down the idea quickly. If it were him, he wouldn’t appreciate somebody using their powers on him while he’s unconscious, it was a sure way to wake them up. 

Teru soon concludes that there’s no way to get out of this mess without waking the two of them up. For a moment, he has a lapse in judgement and thinks he should let things remain as they are. Now that he’s starting to get used to it, the weight on top of him is becoming more soothing than suffocating. 

It was nice, having somebody affirm their presence next to him, letting their warmth seep into his own body. At some point, he stopped feeling the cold, and he knows his body will miss the warmth once he’ll get up. 

His stubbornness and pride is telling him to get up and leave, no regard for who he may bother, yet he finds himself unable to comply with his instincts. His body is tired, hanging heavy with the desire to sleep and the weight of two other teenagers.

If he listens closely, he can hear Kageyama breathe softly, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He closes his eyes and shuts out the voice in his head telling him to leave, to protect his ego, to not take the opportunity presented in front of him. Before he realises it, their breathing syncs up. Teru finds the repetitive motion weirdly calming, the rhythm lulling him to sleep. 

Without any further protest, he falls asleep.

#mp100 #cine te a intrebat #mob psycho 100 #hanazawa teruki #emerged from my docs #thats my writing tag in case i wanna post more weeeeeeee

[eluvion]

2022 Fic Year in Review

Total number of completed stories: 3

Total word count: for published fic, 22,576. the tua draft that i never got to finishing has somewhere around 10k words on it, there were a few random 1 and 2k drafts that are stuck in my google docs somewhere, and there’s a Lot of words in college applications and articles

Fandoms written in: bungou stray dogs, the umbrella academy, and daredevil!!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? hoo boy a lot less. i expected college apps would have An Effect on how much fic i wrote, but Wow. it cut off me writing that one tua draft literally right in the middle of me writing it, and i have no idea if i’ll get anywhere near finishing it once im done applying to places.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? all that said, poetry au--aka hope is our four-letter word--came out this year, which was some of my best work. i love it a lot, and even though it didn’t see the same levels of success as my other bsd fics, it is by far my favorite.

Did you take any writing risks this year? i'm walking backward into my own myth was a fun one. i wouldnt exactly call it a risk, but the format and time jumbling was weird enough that i’m putting it under this category.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more?? i don’t have any drafts i’m in the middle of, but writing more for daredevil looks fun. i’d like to write some team red, but i don’t know if i have a solid enough grasp on either wade or peter’s characters to feel confident doing that

Most popular story of the year? hope is our four-letter word!! which, to be fair, is my longest and i put it out in january and my other fics were published in november and literally like an hour ago, so it makes sense.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: this year?? i think they’ve been pretty well appreciated. obviously, just breathe that moment down was published literally today, so i can’t really say anything about it. i wish hope got more attention, but it makes sense to me why it didn’t--it’s kind of an eclectic mix of tropes and is very soft and quiet and kind of unlike most of my bsd fics. 

Most fun story to write: ohhhhh i dont know. hope was fun because i got to construct a lot of the world around chuuya and dazai, and i love the idea of where dazai is at that point in his life. he’s well enough to go to college, but everyone around him still worries, and he thinks about oda all the time and he kind of wants to die all the time, but he’s just starting to see light at the end of this tunnel. yosano in this verse is also just the best i love her so much. 

but god. i’m walking backward into my own myth was SO fun. the tense changes and mess of five destroying time and trying to put it back together is just so fun to write, and the style was wonderful. 

Most unintentionally telling story: none of them are unintentionally telling, but just breathe that moment down is certainly. telling. december is just Bad this year so sorry yall have to keep hearing me bitch about college apps but. yeah. Yeah!!! 

Biggest disappointment: THE TUA DRAFT. oh my god i wanted to finish that So Bad and i feel bad because i’ve put out so many snippets but i never got the fic out. it was going to partner with a klaus-centric fic my best friend was making, but :(((( we both got caught up in our personal lives and college applications, so neither of us managed to finish. ah well. perhaps in the new year we’ll get back to it.

Biggest surprise: not necessarily a Good Surprise but god. oh god. the Great 2022 Writing Slump. it hit like a goddamn truck.

but!!! for good surprises, me getting into daredevil!! i’m scared for whatever the mcu is going to shit out next, but the show was a masterpiece and i think it’s high time i started reading the comics instead of putting misplaced trust in disney to have good writing, so i got some for christmas!!

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Quiz Team Quarrels (Part 1)

Word count: 2k

You'd never admit it, but one of your favorite pastimes at school is bickering and competing with Zach, a fellow team member on the Hillcrest Quiz Team. Just his smart mouth alone is more than enough to provoke you now after a year of rivalry. But lately your focus is on something else. The National Championship Tournament is approaching fast, and you're struggling with stage fright. Will Zach only serve to distract you, or is there a chance that things could go back to the way they used to be?

Content Warnings: None, just quiz nerds and classic tsundere antics.

The official quiz team meeting ended almost an hour ago. Most of the members were long gone, but a few still remained in the school. They all huddled around two desks pushed head to head in a classroom, watching as two of their own teammates fought to win in a sudden-death style quiz.

Buzzers were going off non-stop, and answers were being shouted loud enough to be heard from out in the hallway. This should have been a friendly practice match between allies, but everyone witnessing it knew the players wanted nothing less than a fierce battle where everything they held dear was on the line. And you knew they were right, because you were one of the players.

"What is the capital of North Korea?"

As soon as the question was asked, your sweaty palm flew to the buzzer on your desk and pressed it. It lit up under the touch, and you answered immediately, a bit too passionately, "Pyongyang."

Kahina, quiz team leader and mock moderator, didn't look up from her laptop as she nodded in confirmation. "Correct. Next question," there was no pause to award points. You decided to get rid of them because they were useless in a battle where one wrong answer sealed your destruction. Anxiety compelled you to glance at the desk across from you. This struggle had been going on for so long already, all you needed to win was for him to slip up just once.

Everyone could feel the end approaching. The members who stayed behind were invested enough to become stirred by this, and a steady murmur of bets and comments began to pollute the silence between questions. They were close enough for you to side-eye them, but with most of your attention on the battle, the crowd devolved into blurry blocks that radiated invasive warmth and discomfort. Not to mention their eyes, always staring with the stressful weight of expectancy. You knew you couldn’t afford to be intimidated by people who weren’t even a threat, but knowing that did nothing to change your situation. 

The only presence you didn’t mind was Kahina’s, and that was because she always insisted on remaining neutral. She had no problem calling out the questions in a constant, even tone, or letting the contestants’ reflexes and knowledge decide who earned the right to answer those questions first.

"Finish the quote from Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet: ‘ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a…’”

You were so caught up assessing your audience, your reflexes suffered just a fraction, but that was more than enough for your opponent. Your gaze quickly flew back to the desk across from you and landed squarely on a boy with clear-framed glasses. The buzzer on his desk was glowing under his hand, and Kahina prompted him with a nod, "Zachary." 

His lax words didn't match the speed and intensity at which he raced to press his button first, “Grave man.”

"Correct."

You mentally cursed as you felt jitters start to threaten your body. This wasn’t good. Your little stutter meant that you were both tied now. This was the third and final round. You had won the first, while Zach took the second. There was no way you’d let this be settled with a tie, so that meant…

By pure chance, you both tore away from your buzzers at the same time and locked eyes. His stare was frosted with an icy glare, but underneath the surface, you could tell he was thinking the exact same burning thought you were- It all came down to this last question. You two were equal distance from the finish line, but only one would get to cross.

At this point in your relationship, words were not needed. What he wanted to say to you was written all over his face, from his taunting eyes to the cocky smirk curling his lips. I’m going to win, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Within, you were seething at his shameless arrogance, but you knew better than to show it. Frowning, you imitated his cool exterior. I’ll show you, just wait. The silent conversation ended when you refocused your attention to the plastic surface of your buzzer. You’d show him, alright, you’d show him when you buzzed in first and answered the question before he even had a chance to blink-

Kahina closed her laptop, "Okay, that was the entire set. Congratulations, you both got all of your questions right."

Hearing those words was like waking up from a dreamless sleep, except not nearly as seamless. You could see it with your own widened eyes, Zach was just as startled as you were. 

You watched as he turned away from you and looked towards Kahina with an affronted expression. "Wait, but that means this whole thing ends in a tie!"

The accursed word “tie” shocked you from your daze, "No way. That's not happening. Kahina, could you moderate just one more-"

"No. Three rounds are more than enough.” Blunt and to the point, Kahina moved to pack up her belongings. “I appreciate how eager you both are, but I think we should all start to head home now."

In unison, you and Zachary began to argue, but she cut you off with a shout.

"Would you two give it a rest already!” The rise in volume was unnatural to hear from your captain, and the impact was enough to shut you up. “In case you’ve forgotten, you two are playing for the same team during the Quiz Bowl, which is now less than a week away. If we can’t become synchronized by then, we may as well forfeit now."

Her words had no cushion or restraint to them. She was a student just like you, yet she had a harsh authority that was potent enough to make you feel like a toddler being scolded. Even Zach wasn’t immune- He tried to hide it, but you noticed his head was lowered enough for some of his brown curls to hang on his face.

It wasn’t that you had forgotten about the Quiz Bowl, or the fact that the purpose of today’s meeting was to work together and train for it, but Zach had gotten in the way! Thinking back to how he provoked you before the meeting made your mood sour all over again. He’s had this habit of going out of his way to mess with you for a year now, always putting himself on a pedestal and looking down on you just to spite you.

 You had no idea why he decided to target you of all people, but one thing you did know was that you were done trying to just ignore him. You admit, he knew how to bait you, but once you gave in and challenged him to a one-on-one battle, you couldn’t take it back. Your pride wouldn’t let that be an option.

"If you two have a problem with each other, I recommend settling it as soon as possible to ensure others don't suffer because of your little… rivalry."

Kahina gave you one last look before she slung her bag over her shoulder. She turned to address the entire room. "Have a good evening everyone." Silence followed her retreating footsteps until it was all that filled the classroom. Everyone’s eyes lingered on the door until the slam of its closing signaled them to return to their business. While the crowd prepared to leave, you were still trying to recover from your leader’s lecture. 

Beside you, Zach clicked his tongue. “This is all your fault.”

You glared at him, “My fault? How the hell is it my fault when you were the one who started this whole mess in the first place?” And just like that, you two were at it again.

He crossed his arms, “If you hadn’t challenged me, then none of us would even be here right now. Am I wrong?” 

You pointed an accusatory finger at him, passion growing in your voice. “If you hadn’t come up to me out of nowhere and started bothering me, then we wouldn’t have had a problem to begin with!”

“You should have known having a contest would end with me being the victor. That was a complete waste of time.”

His matter-of-fact tone was your worst weakness, “We tied, you idiot. That means no one won, whether you like it or not.”

He gritted his teeth. For a moment, his focus drifted away from you, and an irked frown broke past his mask, “That had no reason to end in a damn tie.” 

In an extremely rare event, you and Zach were on the same page, “I’d be more than happy to break it by winning, but we need a moderator.” 

You both looked towards your fellow teammates at the same time. The students who were engrossed in your drama eventually registered your expecting gazes. All of them accelerated gathering their belongings in response, then rushed to hurry out the door with only cursory goodbyes.

After witnessing the group flee to safety with annoyance, Zach rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Having another round would be pointless since we both know I’d win in the end. I’m clearly at a higher level than you.” “Excuse you? You’re revealing how insecure you are with those weak insults. And where in the world did you get the idea you’re better than me? If anything, that game showed I’m perfectly capable of surpassing you."

He scoffed, closing in on you with a pressuring aura. He was close enough to see your own reflection in his lenses, “Are you sure? Someone capable of surpassing me wouldn’t freeze up like you did on the last question. If that was an actual match in the Quiz Bowl, the enemy would have eaten you alive.”

You felt hot blood rush to your face, not only because he noticed you were distracted, but also because his last remark pierced you right in the heart. You stuttered out, “T-That wouldn’t have even happened if you didn’t-!” Your own intrusive thought made you pause. It told you that you couldn’t dismiss the remark as easily- because there was an ugly truth hidden in his words. 

The Quiz Bowl in less than a week was the National Championship Tournament. Every team you encountered there would be made up of the most brilliant and formidable foes. Since this will be your first Quiz Bowl, there was no doubt that most of them would be more experienced than you, as well. Less likely to trip than you. If your anxiety about playing in front of a crowd persisted, then he may very well be right. One trip could be the difference between life and death.

Irritated by your body’s abnormal heat and your insecurity in front of Zach, you grabbed your nearby bag and headed straight for the door. You accepted what you had to do now. Zach excluded, your team didn’t deserve to hold you as deadweight. For Kahina and the others’ sake, as well as your own, you’d find a way to conquer your fear before the deadline. “What happened today won’t ever happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”

You didn't see it, but Zach's face flickered with surprise. He followed you to the door, “Hold on! What happened to finishing our match? We can keep competing without a moderator, you know.”

You looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, a little surprised he would insist on you staying, “No thanks, I’ve tolerated you long enough for today, and I have something important to do with my time, unlike you.” You just couldn’t resist throwing in one last dig before walking out with your head held high. It was immature, you knew that, but Zach had the odd talent of making you not care anymore. You were perfectly content with your childish satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Zach stood still, bathing in the perfect silence surrounding him. He stared at the spot you were just occupying in the doorway, something unknown stirring behind his pupils. Then, he sighed, and began preparing for his way home.

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Lost and Found

Fluff Tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings none

Requested by @iceyarrows

Hello! I just found your work and I'm already obsessed! May I request something for Tasm!Peter Parker where he has a crush on the reader and writes their names in hearts in his notebook (it all just gives me lovesick puppy vibes), but forgets it somewhere and reader finds it and asks him out the next day? Just cute and fluffy I guess lol, literally anything for him is perfect. Thanks for considering!

Word Count 2k

A/N Thanks for the request! Wrote this on the plane, but it’s cute. Ly mwah ♥︎

Peter was hopelessly in love.

You were all that crossed his mind.

During lessons he was constantly distracted, and it wasn’t helpful in the slightest for him that you just happened to be next to him during half his lessons. He loved your smile, your laugh, the way you would slowly fall asleep in classes.

You guys had grown up together, your parents being the closest of friends and you constantly being around at his house. It was bad, Peter had begun to fall in love with his best friend. Even worse was the fact that you were the only person he had told that he was spider-man; and in doing so had placed you in a mountain of danger. Falling in love with you only heightened the prospect of you being caught up in his reckless life.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he realised he was truly and irrevocably in love with you.

It was the middle of autumn, it was sweater weather, and so you and Peter decided to go out to central park on a stroll. You had found a spot located under a tree of auburn and gold, and was now sitting on one side of the bench, your legs lying on Peter’s lap. His hand was aimlessly rubbing circles on your ankle.

A notebook in hand, Peter had originally intended to draw a tree or something, but seeing how peaceful you looked reading a book, his mind immediately wavered and he set out drawing you instead. You truly were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and it seemed truly hilarious to him that he had never seen your beauty before, the cloud of friendship had prevented that.

He loved your eyes, they way they would shine when you saw the bright blue sky. He loved it when you laughed when you read that particularly pleasing part of a novel. He loved the way your hair would be blown all over the place on a windy day, and how annoyed you would be afterwards. Most of all, he loved it when he made you laugh, or when you would make him laugh.

Peter loved you, he just had no idea how he could tell his best friend that he was in love with her.

- - -

It was the worst day of the week, Monday. Peter only had one thing to look forward to, and that was science, the only lesson that day where he would sit next to you and he would be so delightfully graced with your presence.

The teacher was droning on and on, Peter had a pen in hand and a notebook that was originally for school, but was now exclusively for drawings of you; on the desk. Yet he had lost focus a while ago and was aimlessly staring at you. He watched as your head lay on your hand, adorned with rings. His pen began to drift on the same notebook, writing your name over and over.

You were incredibly sleep deprived, your favourite show had come out the previous day and your genius self had decided to stay up the entire night to finish the brand new season. It didn’t help in the slightest that Monday just so happened to be the day filled to the brim with the most tiresome lessons.

Words began to blur right in front of you, numbers became letters. Everything written in your notebook was complete nonsense, and you were sure you would have to copy up notes from Peter.

Thank god he’s awake

Oh how wrong you were, Peter was completely distracted by you. Every feature of your face was being committed to memory by him. His hands moved on his own accord, sketching out a rough outline of your face. The more he drew the more he saw. A small freckle of the tip of your nose, just how long your eyelashes were, the way your lips would pout every time you disagreed with what the teacher was saying.

You were a ray of sunshine in his life, a shot of espresso, the only thing that kept him from collapsing and giving up when he felt like he could no longer go on. Only after a few minutes did Peter come to the realisation of what was in the notebook. The most picturesque sketch of your face, only picturesque because it was a drawing of you; surrounded by dozens of small hearts, your name written multiple times across the page.

The lesson carried on and you were no longer aware of a single thing that was happening, finally, after what seemed like an age, the bell rang and once again you were free to endure the torture of yet another lesson.

Peter still hadn’t recovered from seeing the image that he had created based on your sheer beauty, it haunted his every thought and therefore he barely acknowledged the fact that the bell had rung. The classroom seemed bare and all he could see as he walked out was your face.

Everywhere.

Not that it was a bad thing, of course, he loved seeing you, it was the only thing that made his days bearable. Peter carried on down the corridor in his thoughtless stupor; almost walking into a pillar in the process.

- - -

You had suddenly jolted awake at the sound of the bell, and were now scanning your eyes around the classroom, trying to look for Peter. His looming figure was nowhere to be seen. Instead, in his seat, lay a single notebook that you recognised to be his. Being the amazingly nice person you were, you decided to grab the book and give it to him at lunch.

That was the plan until curiosity got the better of you and you foolishly decided to open up the notebook. It fell open on the one apparent page covered in murals dedicated to you. A portrait of your face was displayed front and centre, your name was carelessly scribbled around the drawing- hearts covered the double page spread.

You flipped the page, yet another page dedicated to you. The more pages you flipped, the more you saw. It was beautiful, his drawings, they were amazing; yet you couldn’t help but to have mixed emotions. What were you supposed to think?

Your best friend, someone you had known since you were both in diapers, had drawn half a dozen portraits of you; that you had been completely unaware of. There was no doubt in your mind that the portraits were beautiful, but it was ever so confusing. The fine line between platonic and romantic was becoming smaller every second.

It was the doubt in your mind that had prevented you from confronting Peter, what if he just used you as his muse? This could all be some kind of ridiculous prank for all you knew.

Yet you hoped it wasn’t, throughout your friendship you guys had been mistaken as a couple. When you went out for lunch together, the waiter would mistake the two of you for a couple. Most of the time you would correct them, but sometimes it was fun to imagine what it would truly be like to be with Peter.

Years ago you had a crush on him, which was so embarrassing considering he was your best friend and if anyone knew you were sure they would tease you endlessly, so you got over it, kind of. The sheer possibility of him liking you was enough to drive you to maybe take action on it. You got it, an idea, your mind was made up.

- - -

It had taken Peter far too long to come out of his stupor, by the time he had it was well past lunchtime and there was no chance of him seeing you again; until tomorrow that was. When he arrived home and was rummaging through his bag, he came to the sudden realisation that his notebook was gone. A notebook filled with drawings of you, was gone.

Dozens of scenarios ran through Peter’s head, each seemed to be worse than the last. Some random douchebag could have picked it up, opened it, and discovered Peter’s best kept secret; or some random guy could have picked it up, not opened it, and was planning to give it back to him the following day.

That was the dream scenario, though indeed unlikely considering half the year school was made up of douchebags. Still, Peter had no choice but to wait until tomorrow to confront whoever had his notebook.

- - -

The following morning Peter was already expecting the worst, photos of his drawings put up everywhere perhaps, though when he walked into school and was greeted perfectly normally, it all seemed to be fine. That was until he saw you walking into school, and sure that was amazing. Until he saw what was in your hand.

It was his notebook.

Filled with drawings of you.

This was simply worse than whatever scenarios he had thought up the night before, what must you think of him, how horrifically embarrassing.

“Y/N!” Peter shouted louder than he meant to as he ran to you.

Heads in the corridor turned to stare at him after his loud outburst. You too were startled and jumped back, hitting your head on the door behind you. Was Peter okay? This was most unlike him.

“Woah, sorry, you okay? Didn’t mean to be that loud, god, also how are you? Not that you’d be okay after hitting your head,” Peter had forgotten how to formulate words and was becoming more and more red each second he was talking to you.

“Yeah, fine, bit worse than I was a few seconds ago though,” You replied with a laugh, Peter was acting strange.

“Um- Cool notebook!” Peter stuttered as he pointed out the notebook laying in your hands, his notebook.

Realisation dawned over your face.

Oh

“Right yeah I was going to, um, return it,” you told Peter your face growing brighter with each passing second, he surely suspected that you had opened the book to have a look; which was entirely true. “It’s beautiful by the way, the drawings, they’re amazing.”

Peter’s pale face lit up at your comment, you liked them, you thought they were amazing. Maybe his affection for you hadn’t been revealed just yet.

“They were only beautiful because they were of you, darling,” Peter said to you, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt your face flush with blood, since when was Peter so forward, and since you when did he call you darling. Though the nickname did make you blush an awful lot. Good lord, maybe he did truly like you. You were on a roll, you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass you.

Peter hoped, prayed, that you liked him back, that over the years of friendship, you too had fallen in love with him.

“Would you-”

“I was wondering-”

You both began talking at the same time.

“You go first,” he said.

“I was- I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out on Friday? Or we could like watch a movie at mine or something,”

“Like we usually do?” he teased, though he knew you bette than that and was simply overjoyed at the prospect that you were asking him out.

“No, like- like on a date?”

“You’re not pranking me are you?” Peter asked, looping his arms around your waist.

“You’re not pranking me? With those drawings? Are you?” You mirrored, placed your hands around his neck.

“No,” he grinned.

“Nor am I” You smiled right back at him, placing your hands either side of his face. He leaned down and your lips finally met his, after so many years of pent up emotions. So long you spent just falling in love with one another, the line between platonic and romantic was crossed, just like that.

“So? Friday?” You whispered, your foreheads touching.

“Yeah, Friday.” Peter replied, placing his lips onto yours yet again.

Never before had he been so thankful to have lost a notebook.

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Poolside

Lifeguard!Jungkook x Vendor!Reader (f)

Words: 2k

Summary: You never really expected your first sexual experience to be at the pool… At work…. With your hot coworker.

Genre: 18+/Smut, fluff, a little humor too 🌸

Warnings: nsfw content!, Porn with some plot, Heated kissing, Handjob, Dick sucking, MC is a virgin even though it’s never explicitly stated.

Notes: Another one requested by the lovey @parkdatjimin 🌸❤️

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“Hey _____!” Turning around from the pizza maker, you spot none other than the man that’s been holding your attention for the last few months. Jeon fucking Jungkook, aka the man of your dreams and more. He’s so sweet, and good looking, and charming, and good looking…

“Hey Kook, how’s it going?” He stands casually at the window of the stand, looking like a tall glass of water on a burning hot day. Blonde hair slicked back, bare chest glistening with water. How you’ve made it this far, you’ll never know.

“I’m good, glad the days over though. Some kid tossed his candy bar into the water and everyone thought someone shat in the pool.” A very unladylike snort leaves your mouth. The image of Jungkook having to clean the pool crosses your mind, eyes narrowed as he stares daggers at some poor kid. A tiny giggle leaves your mouth and he raises a brow.

“Oh, you think that’s funny huh? If I remember correctly, some kid tossed his soda all over the counter earlier.” He leans in, elbow resting on top of the counter as he pats it a few times. You sober up quickly from your north, remember how the likely shit called you a butt face and ran off.

“Ah, yeah. It’s all clean now though, just gotta finish cleaning a few things back here and I can go.” Jungkook nods his head, strumming his fingers against the wood of the counter. Glancing around, he straightens up before a grin cold to his face, eyes crinkled with giddiness.

“I could help you clean? I’m supposed to lock up anyway, so I can’t leave till you’re ready to. I think we’re the last ones so it’s no biggie.” He hops over the counter as you heal at him, unsure of what to say. He brushes past you unceremoniously, the warm skin of his arm grazing your side.

“Oh, by the way, you’ve got some pizza sauce on your boob. It kind of looks like a heart actually.” Glancing down, a small squeak leaves your lips at the realization. You turn away from him, quickly trying to scrape off the drying sauce that sits above your bikini top. He laughs behind you, moving in a bit closer as he does so.

“You know, you’re really cute ____.” Freezing in place, you try and ignore the feeling of dried sauce under your nail as his words sink in. He called you cute. You. Cute. What. Turning around, you peer up at him as he stares back at you, easygoing grin on his face.

“I- uh, you’re cute too…” and you’re harboring some feelings for him but whatever. Feeling the awkwardness levels rising quickly, you turn all of your attention back onto the pizza maker, trying to look busy with scrubbing it clean. Jungkook won’t have that though, and walks ever so slightly closer to you.

“I’ve see you, you know. Checking me out from the stand. Turning away every time I look your way. It’s adorable.” Feeling your face heat up, you scrub at the surface of the tray harder, essentially blocking out whatever he’s saying. When there’s a light touch of his hand in your shoulder, you stop, turning your head back to shyly gaze at him.

“I guess I could be wrong but what I’m saying is I think you’re really pretty. And also, I’d like to kiss you, and I think you wanna kiss me too.” Your automatic reaction is to nod because who the fuck would say no to him, and with reassurance finally given to him, he crowds into your space. A large hand comes up to cup your jaw, but you panic a bit at the realization of where you are.

“Jungkook we’re in a concession stand… At our place of work.” It’s not the most romantic thing in the world… as crazy as it sounds, you didn’t think the first time you ever canoodled with Jungkook in a romantic or sexual way like this would be at an indoor pool but beggars can’t be choosers it seems.

“Who cares? Everyone’s gone, no one will see baby. I’ve been waiting so long for this…” his hand slides down from your jaw to your neck, fingers gently wrapping around the base of it. You try not to react to the let bam, but a feeling of warmth washes over your body from it. With that, he pulls you in close, lips just barely brushing gainer yours. He holds you there , curious about your reaction, and he quickly gets his answer when you surge in for another kiss.

It gets heated quickly, his hands gripping at your jaw as you attempt to run you’re through his hair. It’s just as silly as you though it would be, golden locks glinting in the fluorescent light of the shack. Jungkook breaks the kiss momentarily, only to grab you and tug you onto the counter. His lips are back on yours quickly, mouth moving intently against yours.

It’s not long before he’s poking at your lips with his tongue, a groan of want leaving his body. Allowing him access, he licks into your mouth deeply as his hands settle on your waist, gently wheezing the flesh there. You pull him in closer, one hand still in his hair while the other wraps around the back of his neck. The man pulls away after a bit, heavy breaths leaving both of you after practically sucking the air away from each other.

“Not only are you cute, you’re a great kisser. A win-win for me, heh.” Now that you’ve had a taste, you want more. Although, you’re not really sure about how to ask for that because this whole situation is just a tad odd. Trying to be coy, you raise one of your legs up, brushing your foot up along his thigh. Jungkook glances down, and then back at you with raised brows.

“I’m going to be really blunt since you decided to be. I want to suck you off, and have been wanting to for over a month now. So, can I?” He blinks a few times, a small sound of surprise passing through his lips.

“I wasn’t expecting this but you know what, I’d love that. Here, switch places with me.” he helps you off the counter, turning your bodies around so he can sit on it. Before he does, he pulls down his swim trunks without hesitation, his dick greeting you kindly. It’s large, really thick and rather long. You try to not let those factors intimidate you right off the bat.

“Careful, you don’t want to get any ass splinters on your cute butt Kook.” He rolls his eyes but keeps himself composed, legs slightly spread to allow you better access. Stepping forward, you decided to bite the bullet and just grab his dick. Holding it in your hand, you flop it back and forth a few times, curious about how works. You’ve never see one this close, but it’s not as scary as you imagined it might be.

“I wasn’t aware that my cock was a sword but alright.” Shrugging your shoulders a bit, you ignore home and lean in to lick the tip quickly. It leaves a bit of a salty taste on your tongue, likely a bit of pre-cum, but not overall unpleasant. Deciding that you don’t mind the feeling, you go back in for more, leaving tentative licks along the head and shaft. He has a pretty fuck, colored a soft shade of pink with dick, prominent veins running up the sides. A low groan leaves Jungkook, one of his hands coming to rest around your jaw again, the other bracing himself against the counter properly.

“Mmh, you looks so pretty already, but you’re a damn dream with my cock in your hand.” Preening at the praise, you decide that it’s time for part two of this little experiment. Opening your mouth up, you slowly take the tip in, trying to adjust to having the girth in your mouth. It’s a foreign feeling, but again, not unpleasant. Taking it in a bit further , you see how far you can go before gagging a bit. It always looked so easy when other people did it…

“Slow down baby, there’s no need to rush. Take it at whatever pace you want, I’m going to enjoy this no matter what.” Jungkook rubs a thumb up and down your cheek in a reassuring manner, but it only spurs you on to try and take him in. Bobbing your head shallowly, you try your best to get used to having a dick in your mouth because holy shit you want to choke on it.

Remembering some of what you’ve seen in porn, you wrap a hand around the base of his dick, trying to make up for what you can’t fit in your mouth. You’re doing something right, because every once in a while a grown or moan leaves his lips, encouraging words coming not far behind them. You make sure to incorporate you’re tongue as much as possible too, wanting to cover all the bases of sucking dick.

“You’re doing so good baby. So good at sucking my cock, fuck…” Attempting to take him deeper, you fully concentrate at doing so but realize it’s a fruitless battle. He’s much to big but one day, one day you’ll conquer the quest. He thrusts up a bit, and you allow him to take some control, keeping your lips wrapped around him as well as your hand.

“I’m going to cum here soon babe, you wanna swallow it, or…? He trails off but you moan out in agreement, letting him know that you want him to cum down your throat. His groans turn into borderline whines as you twist your wrist in tandem with your tongue, and finally he cums, his legs shaking slightly. Glancing up, you see him staring down at you intently, eyes hooded with lust as his mouth falls open. Thick ropes of it shoot into your mouth, hitting your tongue and the back of your throat. You swallow it all to the best of your ability, not fond of the taste but still happy you were able to make him feel so good.

Pulling back, you startle as a bit more cum shoots from him, splattering across your lips. Taking it in stride, you wipe your fingers over your mouth and suck them in, effectively wiping the substance off of yourself. Jungkook grabs your hand in pulls you in, leaving a hot kiss agains your lips before resting his forehead on yours, his face flushed as he pants slightly.

“Would this be a bad time to mention I’ve never done that before?” Jungkook’s eyes cut back to you, a look of panic overtaking his features. He chokes on his spit as well, but you rub his thigh soothingly to get him through it. Poor dude.

“You-You’ve never sucked dick? Holy shit… well on the plus side you’re pretty good at it for a beginner. I’m sorry your first time was in an indoor pool though.” He winces as the words come out, but you just wave it off with a short laugh. Either way, you enjoyed it a lot and would probably do it again just to see the look on his face when he came.

He hops off the counter, shuffling back into his swim trunks and the sense of awkwardness comes back. He clears his throat and asks if you’d like him to return the favor, but you squeak out that’s it’s fine. The surface of the counter looks uncomfortable anyway.

“Some other time then. Maybe after I take you on a date or three…?” It’s a question, one that you’re more than happy to hear. He holds out his hand to you and you can’t help to but to take it in yours, happy that you’re first time sucking someone’s dick turned into getting to go on a date with your crush. Giving him a little grin, you reply in earnest, jaw sore from the grin and perhaps something else.

“I’d love that, splinter butt.”

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