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kiss-inthekitchen · 1 month

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same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him.

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone.

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet.

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum.

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?”

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.”

“Yeah.”

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do.

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics.

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice.

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.”

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.”

“But I think I should be right more often than that.”

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock.

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.”

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?”

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?”

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.”

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while.

“Spence?”

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door.

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.”

“I’m already inside with the door locked.”

“Man, I’m good.”

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already.

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.”

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.”

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.”

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice.

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic.

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does.

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster.

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.”

You laugh. “For the whole day?”

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.”

“Okay, rest day all day.”

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.”

“Maybe the floor.”

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?”

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.”

“Say no more.”

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.”

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?”

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.”

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.”

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke.

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.”

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?”

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.”

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.”

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates.

You let out a little gremlin laugh.

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone.

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’.

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs.

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.”

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’”

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.”

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part.

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.”

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.”

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.”

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.”

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird.

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him.

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice.

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh.

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it.

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes.

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.”

“We did.”

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy.

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him.

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters.

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #my fics #your honor im obsessed with him

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gasstationlady · 8 months

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GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestie soooooo proud of you 🥹 this album is amazing

user teenage dream made me BAWL i love you 😭😭

user MISS Y/N, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN

oliviarodrigo obsessed.

user omg are the songs about drew

enews

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enews In Y/n’s new album, “Guts,” Y/n shares information on her old relationship with Drew Starkey. The pair started dating last year until ultimately breaking up in the beginning of 2023.

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user omggg this is the drama i’ve been waiting for

user you guys really chose to focus on this when not even half the songs are about drew

user this album saved 2023

yourusername

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tagged yourbestie and conangray

yourusername some GUTS bts, still can’t believe it’s out but i’m so happy it’s yours!!!! been sitting on these songs for a few months and although some of them are a little outdated, they still mean a lot to me!!

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conangray spilling my guts absolutely everywhere

yourbestie LETS GO GUTS

user album has in fact been on repeat since the release🫡

user “a little outdated” girl please elaborate you can’t leave us hanging like that 😭😭

f1updates

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f1updates Lando Norris with fans in New York! Most likely staying there until the #SingaporeGP

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user 🤤

user what is he doing in new york?

↳ user no literally bc it’s kinda sus there’s no reason for him to be there 😭😭

user ugh he looks so good

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi 🚨 NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨

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user obviously it’s y/n l/n but which driver???

user you guys are srsly bored

user kinda iconic of her to go from drew to an f1 driver

↳ user fr i just know drew has to be feeling some type of way rn

user Y/N DATING AN F1 DRIVER WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

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yourusername soooo excited to be performing at the @/VMAs!!! make sure to tune in on Tuesday at 8pm on #MTV

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yourbestie talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before

zendaya AHH can't wait!!

user wait am i crazy or am i connecting the dots right now

landonorris

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landonorris Quick NY stop

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danielricciardo Where was my invite?

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user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH OMFG

↳ user the fact that he was the one to soft launch first IM CRYING she's living my dream 😭

user is that y/n 😭😭

user GUYS ITS HAPPENING

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey bad idea right?

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user this is so messy omg 😭😭

user NO HE DID NOT

↳ user wait i'm so confused why are people freaking out?

↳ user "bad idea right?" is one of the songs y/n wrote about him and the song literally talks about her wanting to go back to him

user posting this right after guts and lando's soft launch is CRAZY

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #lando norris x reader #lando norris x singer!reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris au #f1 fic #instagram au #social media au

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btsugarush · 1 year

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GANGSTA | myg - 002

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 3K

author’s note: sorry if you asked to be on the taglist and didn’t make it. i’ve reached over 50 and couldn’t add anymore people. i’ll add more of you in the comments.

“I’m glad you’re okay after all of that,” Jungkook says on the other end of your phone; you had just spilled about the chaotic situation at Makoto as it was still weighing heavily on your mind. You couldn’t shake what Jimin had said about that Yoongi guy killing someone, though it could have just been a rumor. If he had actually taken someone’s life there would be no way they would allow him to walk the streets. He’d be too much of a flight risk.

“You should really be careful in the future. I know you like to stand up for people that can’t stand up for themselves, but Yoongi is bad news. There’s no telling what he would’ve done to you on the wrong day.”

“So you know him too?” You quiz. It seemed as though everyone knew who this guy was besides you. Maybe you don’t get out enough. Or maybe you were just good at staying away from trouble– until this afternoon at least. “I know of him, but not personally. He came to the shop once like five months ago with the same tall guy you were talking about. He told my coworker Si-Woo to step outside, and the next thing you know he's pistol-whipping him nearly to death. Rumor around the shop was that Si-Woo sold drugs for Yoongi, and owed him a lot of money.”

“Really?” Your mouth drops in shock. “What did Si-Woo say about it?”

“He never talked about it, ended up quitting the next day, and told us ‘not to get the police involved because it wouldn’t be of any help and it was all just a misunderstanding’.” He quoted. “Well, three days later Si-Woo’s body was found hacked to pieces and stuffed in a suitcase behind an alley on Gongdan lane.”

You heard about that case on the news some time ago, but had no clue that Jungkook knew the victim on an intimate level. It honestly made you shiver a bit. Imagine being the one to discover the body, and how gruesome the sight must have been. Stuff like that was common in slum areas though. Crime was especially high in Gongdan lane of all places, which is why you made sure to never venture in that area. “You think Yoongi had something to do with his murder?”

Jungkook scoffed. “The guy was viciously pistol-whipping him three days before his body was identified. I know he had something to do with it, but none of us were willing to risk going to the cops, so we just moved on like it didn’t happen.” Jungkook pauses for a moment before he speaks again. “You know… sometimes I think that maybe we could’ve saved his life if we did report the incident. Sometimes I still look at his station and feel like he’s there, tattooing.” He sighs heavily, like it was a great weight lifted from his shoulders to even tell you.

“You did what you felt was necessary. As fucked up as it may seem, you had to think about what was best for you.” You try your best to comfort him as he seemed to hold on to a lot of guilt regarding Si-Woo’s death, and reminiscing didn’t help. To have the man who could have potentially murdered your friend roaming free to terrorize all of Daegu couldn’t be a great feeling. You felt for him.

“I know. It’s just fucked to know he went through such a fucked up death. I don’t even want to imagine how scared he must’ve been,” you could hear clanking on the other end, as though he was biting down on his lip piercing. “I don’t even like the thought of knowing you tangled with them. He seems the type to hold grudges, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’d lose my shit and go after him myself.”

You smile softly. “And I just know you’d kick his ass, my tough Kookie.” You both laugh at the nickname, which is one of many you had with the word ‘cookie’ in it. You could be so cheesy sometimes, but Jungkook loved everything about it. “You don’t have to worry though, apparently he likes me so maybe I’m in the clear?” You say unsuringly, still not understanding what he meant by it. It was very abrupt and cryptic. “Well whatever he meant, he’s out of luck because you’re spoken for.”

“As if he’d ever had a chance to begin with, I don’t think I’d mesh well with a criminal,” You chuckled. “I’m more into sweet, sensitive guys with tattoos and piercings.”

“Yeah? I think I know someone like that.” You could tell that he’s cheesing on the other end, which made you cheese. Everything always felt so natural with Jungkook. Him being your best friend in high school really played hand in hand with that. He was no different from a lover than he was a best friend. You two were absolutely the same and you loved it.

“You should probably get some sleep now, Angel. You don’t want to go to work exhausted, and I don’t wanna be blamed for you oversleeping again.” You simply roll your eyes in a playful manner, but agree nonetheless. You couldn’t chance being up so late, Mr. Kim was very strict about being on time.

“I guess you’re right,” you pout. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow when I get off work.”

“Okay, Angel. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kookie cake.” You pull your phone from your ear, ending the call before you get up from your bed to switch off your bedroom lights. You crawl back onto the mattress, pulling your blanket over your body. Picking your phone back up again, you swipe through your apps until you locate the clock app. You set your alarm to wake you up at 12:00 PM on the dot. Just as you were about to place your phone down on your nightstand, something overcame you and you got the urge to search Yoongi’s name on Google.

When you type in his name, you are shocked to see so many results come up effortlessly. Several different mugshots from several different instances, all dating from when he was a teenager to one that seemed recent. You click on the one that looks most recent, letting it redirect you to the Daegu booking website.

Name: Min Yoongi

Age: 30

BOOKING DETAIL

Status: Released

Building: Public Safety Building

Area: Maledorm

Booking number: 575857

Booking date: 3/26/2023 11:56:00 pm

ARRESTS

Arrest number: 680071205

Arrest date: 3/26/2023 10:06:00 pm

Arresting agency: Daegu Police Department

Agency case number: 25-18056

ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON

ATTEMPTED FIRST-DEGREE MURDER

POSSESSION WITH INTENT TO SELL

You read over the arrests in shock, completely dumbfounded by how a man of his caliber could be released from jail and not behind bars rotting for the rest of his life. He practically lived in jail anyway, why not just keep him there? You eye his mugshot, his intense stare giving you the chills. You didn’t need to wonder how the officer taking the photo must’ve felt considering you too have felt those daggers looking into the depths of your soul.

You pull your sight away from the photo, swiping away the page. You didn’t want to spend any more time on Yoongi. What happened at Makoto is behind you now. You just wanted to forget about the situation, and never run into Yoongi– or Joon for that matter, again. You plug your phone to your charger, sitting the device on your nightstand before you drift off to sleep.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Mr. Kim looks surprised as you step into the kitchen, taking an apron from the hook on the wall. “Why wouldn’t I show up?” You quirk a brow, tying the black fabric around your waist. “Because I thought you would’ve been too scared to show your face after going toe to toe with the devil’s minions the other day.”

You click your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe people were still on that. Just as you walked in you overheard a customer whispering ‘she’s still alive?’ to her friend. It’s absurd at this point. “I think everyone is blowing what happened yesterday way out of proportion.” You shake your head, grabbing a notepad and pen from the pencil holder.

“I’d like to say we are, kid, but you got lucky. That Yoongi is no joke to be played with. The guy is a menace. Some people say the only reason he’s not in jail is because he has affiliations within the police unit, and I wouldn’t doubt if it’s true. Our system is corrupt.” The older man sighs. ‘Oh great, here he goes with politics and corruption again…’ you thought. You had better get out on the floor before you’re caught in a whirlwind of it.

You leave him to discuss the topic with himself as you step out onto the floor, and start taking customer orders. “Hey, you’re that crazy girl from yesterday.” A man says as you approach his table. You frown, already knowing what he was referring to, so you avoid it at all cost. “What can I get you?” You redirect the conversation.

“Oh! Uhhh,” he picks up the menu from his table, skimming through it. “I’ll have the Jajangmyeon.” He answers quickly. You scribble down his order. “Anything to drink?” You ask. “Ginseng tea, thank you.” He places the menu back on the table. You nod, taking down his drink. “Okay, I’ll be right back with that tea.” You smile kindly before heading back to the kitchen. You rip the orders from the notepad, clipping them to the ticket holder.

“Hey, kid. We’ve got a delivery order for dumplings.” Mr. Kim informs you as you’re preparing tea for the customer. The older gentleman approaches you, the order already made and secured in a brown bag. You take the bag from him, looking at the order ticket attached to it.

As you read over the address on the ticket, your eyes practically bulge out of your skull. ‘2357 Gongdan Lane’. “Um… Mr. Kim, this location is in the slums of Daegu.” You look at him with concern. “I know.” The man simply nods, taking the tickets you set from the holder. “Yeah, well, I can’t go to Gongdan lane. It’s dangerous, especially for me as a woman.”

“Look kid, I’m sorry. If Jimin was here I’d have him go but he doesn’t work on Saturdays and you’re my only worker.”

“Exactly. I’m the only worker, you need me to be at the shop taking orders.” You knew that wasn’t going to go over as it was a slow day, and there were hardly any customers in the shop to begin with. “I can handle the customers and cook the ramen until you get back.”

You couldn’t believe this. Just as you had prided yourself in never stepping foot in Gongdan, here was this old dirty bastard making you go. On top of that, the restaurant didn’t even own a company car for deliveries so you had to ride a bike. You read over the ticket again, noticing that there wasn’t even a name on the order. “There’s no name on the order, this could be a trick that ends with me getting robbed for free food.”

“All this time wasted on talking about it could be used on getting the delivery done. Stop complaining and do what you’re paid to do. The faster you get it done, the faster you can come back.”

You wanted to stomp your foot like a child and continue to protest, but you couldn’t risk your job by not listening so you did the only sensible thing you could do. Your job. You grab a plastic bag, shoving the brown one inside of it before leaving through the back exit in the kitchen. You spot the red delivery bike lying on the ground, and pick it up, looping the plastic bag around the bike handle.

As you mount the bicycle, you pull out your phone to use your GPS. The ride was about 12 minutes away. If you ride fast you could undoubtedly make it at least an 8 minute ride. You kick back the breaks and set off on your journey. During the ride as you make it into the slum area, you could truly see the separation from Sangsu-dong to Gongdan lane. The sidewalks were cracked and unpaved, the buildings looked more rundown, and homeless people laid out in sleeping bags.

You got an uneasy feeling as you noticed a group of men smoking weed on a corner and intensely watching you go by. You probably stood out like a sore thumb, riding through Daegu’s slummiest on a red bike. You swallowed the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes forward as you paid them no mind. As you continue going, you notice the streets become more isolated. Your GPS directs you to turn, which you follow only to come upon a big warehouse that looked abandoned. ‘You’ve arrived’, your GPS says. You furrow your brows, confusion written over your face.

“Stupid thing must’ve sent me to the wrong location.” You grab the bag of dumplings from the bike handle, circling around the warehouse just in case you were mistaken. You find a door on the other end, cameras surrounding it like it was a government building. You inspect the door, seeing that there was a red button of some sort on it.

You scope the perimeter, making sure no one was trying to sneak attack you. The whole thing seemed completely sketchy. You take a deep breath before pressing down on the button, a loud buzz coming from it. You take a step back, waiting for someone to come open the door. You stood there for about two minutes, not wanting to wait around any longer. You knew this was a scam. You should’ve just gone home and pretended like you delivered the food. It would’ve saved you the trouble. As you turn to walk back to the bike, the door suddenly opens with a loud creaking sound.

You direct your attention back to the door, locking eyes with an individual that you dreaded to ever see again. “Oh my god… i-it’s you…” you stutter in shock, seeing Yoongi stand in the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face. “Wonder Woman, we meet again.”

You’re silent, not really saying a word as you feel too stunned to speak. “You got something for me, sweetheart?” His eyes darted to the bag in your hand. You snap from your fearful trance, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Uh… yeah. Here’s your order.” You stretch out your arm to hand him the bag, not wanting to come any closer. The raven reaches forward, his hand brushing yours as he takes the bag from you. You quickly turn away, rushing back over to your bike.

“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself yesterday.” He says, following behind you. “I already know who you are.” You mumble as you mount the red two wheeler. “Really? You didn’t seem to know who I was yesterday. If you did, you wouldn’t have shot your pretty mouth off like that,”

He grabs the handles of your bike, preventing you from leaving. “You look scared. Guess my reputation precedes me.” He says almost too proudly. “Not in a way that a decent human being should want it to, but I guess decency isn’t what you’re aiming for.” you say slickly, which causes the raven to smile. “There goes that smart mouth again,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving you the same predatory stare from yesterday. “Normally I wouldn’t tolerate anyone getting slick at the mouth with me, but from you it’s kind of a turn on.”

You scowl, ignoring his sexual advance. “Can you let go of my bike? I need to get back to work.”

“How about you let me drive you?” he offers, but you quickly decline. You’d be an idiot to get in the car with a proclaimed murderer. “I’ll take my chances on the bike, thank you.” The raven lets go of the handles, taking a step back to allow you to be on your way. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”

You kick back the break, not wanting to waste any more of your time in Gongdan speaking to this thug. You back away from him, turning the bike to ride down the path you came. “I hope to see you again, Y/N.” He calls out. You come to an abrupt stop, looking back at the raven. How did he know your name? “I don’t remember telling you my name.”

“You didn’t need to. I have my sources and connections, Princess. Whatever I need or want, I get.”

You cringe at the nickname ‘princess’. Jungkook doesn’t even call you that, with all the cheesy nicknames he does use. Him knowing your name suddenly made you question how coincidental this whole encounter was. You were starting to wonder how much about you he knew. As if he read your mind, he starts to read you like an autobiography. “You were born in Busan and raised right here in Daegu, you’re an ex nursing student, an only child, both your parents passed away in a tragic car accident, your best friend is Sang Mina, and your boyfriend is… Jeon Jungkook? Am I right?”

Your heart pounds against your chest as he spoke information that only people close to you would know. You felt sick, creeped out even, but you tried not to display that on your face. “So, I guess you know my work schedule then. You set this little encounter up knowing that I was the only worker today, didn’t you?” the raven simply shrugged like he couldn’t answer whether that was true or not, but you knew that it was. “I don’t know what your deal is, but just stay away from me, okay?”

Yoongi sneered, as he turned on his heels, heading back to the door from once he came. The raven makes sure he gets the last word though.

“I can’t make you any promises, sweetheart. Like I said, whatever I want, I get.”

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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‘kissing them just to see their reaction’

pairing: enhypen x fem!reader

summary: you and the boys are best friends and well, you wanted to see how kissing them would go.

warning: on jake’s part it’s a little suggestive so umm proceed with caution.

NOTE: saurr i’ve opened up my request box so feel free to request any headcannons or even imagines!

lee heeseung

side note: he looks small here😭😭

you and heeseung were hanging out peacefully in your living room. he was busy trying to beat the shit out of people in ‘call of duty’ so you were just left there scrolling on your phone. then a certain video comes on your ‘for you’ page.

the video was about two best friends and the girl best friend kissed the guy best friend to see his reaction. you fell into that pit of watching a lot of similar ones and so you looked up from your phone to peak up at heeseung.

he was busy furiously clicking on the buttons of the controller. you weren’t stupid, you knew your best friend was hot. he was every quality every girl wanted in a man and that included you. however, you knew heeseung didn’t like you that way. especially not when he didn’t show any signs of possibly liking you as more than a friend.

which is why you never made an effort to woo him but something tells you maybe you should give this challenge a try. you wanted to see how he’d react. besides, it can only go two ways. knowing heeseung, he’d either kiss you back or possibly sit there looking shocked with his widened bambi eyes before he shyly stutters and asks why you kissed him before admitting he doesn’t like you that way.

you hoped for the latter because although seeing the boy adorably get flustered, you weren’t ready to get rejected. taking this risk meant you’d be crossing a line between being more than friends. you sighed. heeseung takes notice, he pauses the game and turns to you.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“nothing.”

he nods before walking over to where you sat, “but I also know that if you say nothing then something is wrong. tell me what’s in that amazing mind of yours?”

“well…”

should you take the risk? you looked straight into heeseung’s eyes. he tilts his head waiting for you to say what you wanted. which you don’t because you just went for it and gave him a peck on the lips. he did his bambi eyes just like you predicted. is he going to reject you? you can’t look at this, you stared down at your hand and nervously played with it.

“sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. i just saw a tiktok about two best friends kissing and i just wanted to see your reaction. i crossed the line, didn’t I?”

what you didn’t expect was for heeseung to place a finger under your chin and tilt your head up. he places a delicate kiss on your lips, it was short and sweet.

“i’ve always wanted to do that.” heeseung whispers once he pulls away.

“you did?”

“i’ve had a crush on you for a while now but I was scared you didn’t like me in that way.”

“heeseung. we are both idiots.” he places his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. you shut your eyes too to bask in each other’s embrace.

“yeah, we are.”

park jongseong

a/n: let me introduce you to some new thangs. get it cause ‘kick it’. ehem I’ll see myself out.

bless your soul, you have no idea how you managed to even be friends with this greek god of a man. who did you save in your past life to even get such treatment?

okay but enough with that. it was the start of the world tour period and so you decided to travel to Seoul to watch his concert. both you and jay had been childhood friends before he moved to Seoul to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol. it was sad because you missed him a lot. however, you realised would jay even remember you? what if he forgot about you?

you didn't have much thought as you were already on the way to the concert. you had special access as jay's mom had requested it when bang pd had invited them. you realised that it had been 11 years since you've last seen him. what was surprising was that he pulled you into a hug backstage when you joined his parents.

"i missed you." he muttered. you felt your heart race.

since you had a term break for your university, you decided to spend it in seoul for a few days. hence, you were staying with jay's parents for a short while before you flew back to seattle. so far they treated you with so much care and you felt loved. the next day after the concert, jay had gone over to his parent's house. it was his day off before he had to go on tour so he wanted to spend it with you.

"brought some snacks." jay holds up a plastic bag full of snacks. you smiled. he lets himself in and shuts the door behind. the both of you falling into a deep conversation whilst catching up with each other. jay kept rambling about i-land, about the boys, about the idol life etc.

it came to the point where you really wanted to see what would happen if you just possibly kiss him to see how he would react. which you stupidly did so. just one tiny peck on the lips. jay stops talking. his eyes were widened, his jaw dropped at how shocked he was.

“umm continue.” you say shyly. you were already blushing hard, your ears turning even more red by the second. jay gets over the initial shock, a smirk plastered onto his lips (which was hiding how much he was flustered)

“you like me don’t you?” jay teases.

“jay, can we not talk about it?”

“why not? didn’t like kissing me at all?” he pouts.

“jay, please. drop this subject, I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. moreover, I don’t expect you to like me back so-”

“who said I didn’t like you back?” jay says.

“huh?” jay didn’t say much because the next thing he does was pull you into a loving kiss.

sim jaeyun

note: jake is not an idol here, just a normal aussie boy :)

it was a hot day, jake invited you to go swimming since he had a swimming pool in his backyard.

“you can change in my bedroom, I’ll change in the bathroom since I need to take off my, you know, underwear.”

“YOU GO SWIMMING WITHOUT YOUR UNDERWEAR???” you gasp.

“(name), the swimming trunks have an underwear inside. why would I wear another underwear over it. it’s uncomfortable.” (he was lying there was no underwear in those swim trunks, he went commando and is a free man)

“well, how am I supposed to know there was already an underwear inside. i’m not a guy.”

“yeah, I know. you walk around in your scandalous bikini set.”

“ITS NOT SCANDALOUS, JAEYUN.”

10 minutes later, both you and jake were in the pool. swimming around and enjoying the cool water. until jake decided to go full on wwe on you and tried to tackle you.

“jaeyun!” you fell straight into the water. you yelled whilst swiping the water away from your eyes. jake laughs but pauses when he looks back at you. yup, he thought you were hot.

you walked closer to him and pointed a finger right on his bare chest. jake didn’t even comprehend the words you were muttering out, he knew you were lecturing him about tackling you in the pool. his hands suddenly wrapped around your waist. you gasped a little. it went silent between the both of you.

and that’s when your eyes flickered down onto his plump lips. how you’ve always dreamt of kissing them but you always thought your friendship was simply platonic. clearly it wasn’t because who would think of kissing their guy best friend.

you went for it and kissed him first. before he could even make the first move but then you realised…did he even want to kiss you? you pulled away after the short kiss and covered your mouth.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry, jake.”

jake doesn’t say anything further before he pulls you back into another kiss, that conveyed his true feelings for you.

(ONE CHANCE JAEYUN🧎🏻‍♀️)

park sunghoon

you and sunghoon were like sort of friends. the only way you befriended him was through jake. however, the only time you ever chatted with fine sculpted boy was when jake was around.

other times, you would not be caught talking to him. you preferred to keep your mouth shut. reason being, you were afraid of fooling yourself in front of him. there was no way of denying that sunghoon was attractive. moreover, he was your type. shy, introverted and has an adorable toothy smile.

you would rather just keep your mouth shut than to make a fool out of yourself. sunghoon too thought the same. he thought you looked pretty, he felt like you and him were meant to be. okay, maybe it was just because he fell in love at first sight but he will never admit it. anyways, today, you, jake and sunghoon were hanging out at jay’s house.

they wanted to play games jay’s newly bought console. courtesy of mr.park since he loved his son dearly. jay and jake were busy tapping at the controllers, screaming their heads off while you and sunghoon either watched them or were busy scrolling on your phones.

“hey, wanna play you two? we played too long, our hands are cramping up.” jay asks. you didn’t fancy playing video games but you wanted to try it so you took the controller and sat where jay previously sat. jake smirks.

“let’s make a deal.” jake suggests.

“what? no. i’m playing for fun, I’ve never played this before.”

“exactly, you get handicap benefits. sunghoon can also help you if you’d like.” jake winks. you turned to look back at sunghoon. he was sending glares at the boy beside you. when his eyes with yours, it softens.

“umm, if you want help. I can help.” he says.

“then can you help me?” you shyly asked.

“sure.”

“alright then, since you have sunghoon’s help. I’ll make the challenge harder. you have to kill the boss. like the top boss of this level.”

“bro, this level is hard though.” jay says.

“yeah I know but sunghoon said he beat this level before so it will be easier for (name) with his help.” jake explains.

“alright then. deal, sim jaeyun.” sunghoon says.

and so the game begins. jake plays the level but dies like 20 seconds later. he groans.

“alright your turn (name).” jake says.

it was your turn, sunghoon tries instructs you to do things. surprisingly, you were so far doing well. when there was a part you couldn’t do or figure out. sunghoon sat behind you and grabbed the controller to move your character around.

the boss level arrives and you were panicking while trying to defeat it. you yelled cusses while trying to beat it. sunghoon helps you through it and when it ends when the monster falls to the ground dead. your jaw drops. you turned to hugged sunghoon but miscalculated and accidentally kissed him right on the lips.

okay maybe it wasn’t a miscalculation, you knew he was near to you and you wanted to see what happened if you kissed him. either ways, your eyes ‘widened’ and you quickly pulled away. you gasp and frantically apologised to the boy. even the two boys that were there had their eyes widened. they were shocked at what they witnessed.

“oh my god, this is embarrassing. sunghoon, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I swear-” you felt a pair of lips on yours again.

you hear gasps behind and beside you. jay and jake’s jaw dropped even more at the bold action sunghoon did. your hands fall around sunghoon’s neck, you kissed him happily.

“okay okay! stop kissing you two! god, I don’t wanna have to bleach my damn eyes.” jay says. both you and sunghoon pulled apart.

“you two are disgustingly cute but at the same time just eww.” jake fake gags.

“you are just jealous, I have a girlfriend now.” sunghoon proudly says.

kim sunoo

sunoo runs around the art store, trying to help you find what you needed. he has a sugar rush so you thought it was smart of you to use the energetic boy.

“here. pencils for shading.” he says. you thanked him. he runs off again and you just watched him.

“i’m surprised he actually willingly wanted to do it for you.” jay nudges at you.

“it’s probably the (name) effect again. sunoo likes you.” jake adds.

“pfftt very funny. there is no way sunoo likes me.” you say. the two older boys rolled their eyes.

“yeah sure. just so you know, even if he has sugar rush, he would never be caught helping any of us.”

“well too bad. maybe treat him nicer and stop teasing him then he will like you.” you stuck out your tongue.

“that’s not the only reason. it’s because you are you and sunoo likes that.” jay says.

“enough. there is zero possibility of sunoo liking me.”

“whatever you say.”

“(name) (name)!! I found those fancy colouring pencils that you’ve been talking about!!”

“oh my, I’ve been wanting these for so long…” you noticed the price tag. “it’s too pricey. come on boys, let’s go. you have practice.”

just when you were about leave the store, sunoo comes up behind you and places in the colour pencils that you wanted so much. you quickly realised that it was already paid.

“sunoo.”

“save it. I wanna gift you this since you’ve always wanted it soooo much.”

“once again, kim sunoo strikes at buying a gift for (name).” jay says. you rolled your eyes.

“how about I reward you!” you say to sunoo.

“oooo what reward-”

you pecked sunoo’s lips. he gasps and covers his mouth. even the two older boys were in shock.

“(name)…” jake says.

“d-do you like me too?” sunoo says.

“maybe…” sunoo pecks your lips a couple more times and hugs you excitedly.

“eeeekkk, (name) is my girlfriend now!!” the boy shouts.

yang jungwon

“you know jungwon, I really don’t get how flexible you are.” you wince watching the boy stretch his legs almost easily doing the splits.

jungwon shrugs, "i did taekwondo for years. why wouldn't i be flexible?"

"you're right. i shouldn't doubt your skills."

jungwon snorts. he huffs and gets into position.

"alright. you said you wanted to learn how to do 'pass the mic'?"

you realise what you've gotten yourself into. you awkwardly stood still.

"umm, i won't break my ankles right?"

"no but there is a possibility of spraining it. which is why you should stretch properly."

you hummed, "then, teach me."

jungwon smiles. he teaches you how to do the dance. it was extremely hard and you tripped like so many times. thankfully, jungwon catches you all the time without fail.

you tripped for the tenth time and jungwon catches you.

"you know...i'm starting to think you're purposely falling for me." jungwon jokes.

you blushed, "shut up, i'm just clumsy."

"sure, you usually don't fall this much. especially in school."

"well, i'm not an idol so obviously i am not used to this. besides, we were in a debating club together!"

"yeah whatever. wanna do it from the top again?"

"will you lead?"

"sure."

and so you and jungwon get into positions. the song starting to play and you followed jungwon. just about halfway through the song when you were getting into it, you tripped again. this time, you dragged jungwon along with you.

accidentally pecking him right on the lips in the process. you gasp.

"is this your way of telling me, you have a crush on me (name)?" jungwon asks.

"what? what do you mean? i don't have a crush on you!"

"mhm sure~~" jungwon teases. you were feeling flustered but you could only think of one thing to do and that was to kiss yang jungwon right on the lips again.

the boy was initially in shock but got over it quickly. his hands reach out to place right on your cheeks so he could really kiss you back. you pulled away.

"i-"

"let's go out on a date." jungwon quickly mutters.

nishimura riki

it was a tradition to go to a bowling alley every once in a while with ni-ki since he constantly begged the boys. unfortunately, with busy schedules, they were unable to do so.

instead, ni-ki begged you. his extremely close 'friend'. reason why there is a quotation mark on your friendship is because sure you and ni-ki were friends but it was clear he treated you as more than friends.

he was more touchy with you as compared to everyone. you weren't opposed to dating ni-ki though since you liked him too. however, the boy made you feel confused. as such, you decided you wanted to confirm the relationship you two had.

"here you go. it's your turn first." ni-ki hands you a bowling ball perfect for you.

"thank you." you rolled the ball down the lane and knocked down a few pins. ni-ki was proud so he high-fived you for doing well. you collected the spare soon after.

"you're getting good. you may even be able to beat jay hyung in bowling." ni-ki says.

you snort, "i thought you said you don't really play bowling anymore? why are we here together then?"

"because...i wanted to spend my time with you."

you shoved the boy, clearly you were flustered. ni-ki smirks.

"watch this." ni-ki rolls the ball and gets a strike.

"great job, ni-ki but this isn't over."

"oh so it turned into a competition? alright, then. let's do this."

and so a competition between you and ni-ki starts. a small bet was created where the winner would get to do whatever they wanted. however, you were losing. you huffed. maybe it wasn't too smart to challenge ni-ki. knowing his competitive nature, it made it harder.

ni-ki notices how hard you wanted to win this bet. hence, he started to slow down. he pretended to do bad for the rest of the rounds, purposely rolling the ball to the gutter or getting lesser pins. in the end, you won.

you jumped up excitedly and ni-ki smiles.

"I WIN!!"

"beginner's luck." ni-ki says before bending slightly down to your height. you rolled your eyes. "what do you want then?"

that's when ni-ki felt your lips against his. it was just a mere small peck. you instantly hid your face with your hands. ni-ki stares at you in shock but a smile creeps up. he pulls you into a hug.

"i see, you wanted a boyfriend."

"shut up!"

"well, if that's what you want...i guess i could be yours." he says whilst a smile playing on his lips.

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copperbadge · 5 months

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Hello, Mr. Badge, I seem to remember that you once posted about your processes and systems for staying organized in life with Excel spreadsheets etc. I’ve been struggling a lot with depression and executive dysfunction issues and don’t want it to impact my work.

Do you use the same processes at work? I get overwhelmed with the amount of documentation we have and the exceptions to the rules in our processes.

I'm so sorry you're struggling! It's really rough, and the more complicated the task feels, the more fraught it seems, the harder it is to even get a start. I feel that hard.

As for organizing work like my home life....well, it's sort of the same. I don't make a strong distinction between life and work simply because a lot of what needs organizing in my life IS my work, so it's tough to talk about them separately.

For example, I use Google Tasks to build a to-do list each day, but that to-do list starts with "stuff I'll do before work" then "shower" then all my work stuff, then "evening" and then all the stuff to do after work, ending with "7pm chores" (because I have a lot of stuff to do right around 7pm, which I need to post about elsewhere). Then the stuff I've pushed off to next day is below that, and that just bumps up the next morning. What's important isn't really how I keep the list, but that I keep it in a way that is constantly accessible, and I've trained myself to 1. put everything on it, even stuff like "grocery shop" and 2. check it whenever I feel lost. I don't find google calendars very helpful, however, so while work makes me use one for meetings, everything else goes on a calendar I made in Google Sheets that I'm just super used to by now.

It sounds like you're having a fairly specific issue, which may not even be related to your mental health (though assuredly the mental health issues aren't helping). If you have a lot of confusing documentation and exceptions in the stuff you do at work, that can be legit stressful even for someone who isn't dealing with other stuff, so I just want you to know that this may not only be a You Problem. My problem is usually the opposite, in that I'm often the first person doing something, or the only person who's done it in a while, so there's no documentation at all. But when I do have documentation I often will simply rewrite it.

After all, just because you have a handbook doesn't mean you have to use it. You can copy it over into another document and make yourself a step-by-step guide and/or a checklist. Like, I do our holiday cards every year, and my "HOLIDAY CARDS" document says "Here's the first thing you do, here's the second, do this before going past that, check this before asking for that". Literally at one point the document says "Stop. Before you go any further, do this step. Even if you don't understand why, do this step" because in the past I've disregarded that instruction ("Why on earth would I do it this way?") and lived to regret it.

Making the guide really, really sucks. Often it will take me four or five passes at a project before my guide is comprehensive (this is my fifth year doing the holiday card project and the document still has some steps missing at the end). But once you have it, it's invaluable, and often in the past I've found other people want my guides because they're fairly clear and precise about what needs doing when. For example, you might say, "Open the file and move column B to in front of column A. NOTE: THERE IS ONE EXCEPTION, THIS IS THE EXCEPTION." Or "Once you've saved the file, save a second copy to your backup folder so you can go back to it if you delete something you shouldn't. Stop and check: is this file from before or after October? If after, remember, you have to also rename it." If you find that there's a mistake you make frequently, figure out what would stop you from making it and add that in.

(We had a guy at work whose last name was VERY long and Italian, and so when I was working phones he got a special entry in the directory document I made -- the first line was all his directory info and the second line was just the phonetic pronunciation of his last name. He found out, which I had never intended him to do, and lost his shit laughing. "No wonder you're the only one who gets it right!")

So my recommendation to you is to create your own handbook, your own templates, and your own way of doing things and just slip that back into the system you have at work. Draw a diagram by hand if you need a flow chart. My approach to all my organizational issues has always been "What would make me do this correctly / prevent me from doing that thing wrong / remind me what to do / make it easier for me to start".

I think of this nowadays as the "Take the cupboard doors off" school of organizing, because to really make full use of my kitchen in a way that I liked, I had to take some of the cupboard doors off. It looks messier and kind of cheap, but it's actually a much more organized system now, and who's in my kitchen other than me?

#sam has adhd #adhd #organizing

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louloulemons-posts · 11 months

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Cinderella and Warm Milk

Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader

Part One : Margot

Part Three : Cuddles and Stew

Summary : Eddies first night looking after Margot.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : FLUFF. Pure family fluff. Girl dad Eddie. Minor mention of Chrissys death. Little bit of sad baby Margot. A whole lot of cuteness.

Authors note : I just wanted to say a huge thank you for all of the support on my recent fics, it’s so kind of you all. I hope you enjoy this addition to Margot, Eddie and the reader 🤍

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hello?” A familiar voice spoke.

“Hey Wayne, is Eddie there?” you asked.

“Uh yeah he is, let me just get him for you Sweetheart.” You heard a muffled shout, “Eddie.” Wayne clearly covering the phone with his hand to save your ear.

“Hey gorgeous,” he spoke, you could hear his grin. “Hiya Eds. I’m really sorry to ask, but could you do me a huge favour?”

“Sure baby, what’s up?”

“Me and Maeve have accidentally double booked something. She’s going on a date with Annie that I refuse to let her cancel,” he hummed understanding why.

“But I can’t get out of my shift. Would you be okay to watch Margot?” Eddie went quiet on the other end. “You know what I know it’s a big ask, I’ll figure it all out-” he cut you off.

“You trust me to do that?” You laughed at that.

“Of course I do. And she loves you so much, so do I. So could you?”

“Sure I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

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There was a knock on the door. “Eddie Eddie Eddie!” Margot squealed running towards it.

Chuckling, you picked up the girl, sliding the latch and pulling the door open. There he was. “Eddie!” Margot leaned forward holding out her arms to him.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he smiled, taking her from you and hugging her close. “And hello you,” he said before pecking your lips. “I can’t say thank you enough for this.”

“It’s no big deal, we’re gonna have fun right?” he asked Margot, who nuzzled into his neck and smiled.

“Well she’s had dinner, and her jammies are on the couch for her. You know where her nappies and everything are right?” you asked, to which he nodded. “Great, her bedtime is 7:30. If she doesn’t settle, warm milk and Cinderella. Her bottles are in the cupboard by the glasses. And if you need me just call-”

“Baby breath. We’ve got this. Don’t worry we will be perfectly fine. We’re gonna get into our jammies and play for a while and then, get tucked into bed. Go to work,” he pecked your lips.

“Okay okay. Margot baby, you be good for Eddie, I’ll see you in the morning,” you took her back from Eddie, cuddling her. It was the first time you’d left her with someone who wasn’t Maeve and you had to be honest you were nervous. But it was Eddie. Your Eddie. The Eddie who loved you and Margot.

“Mm’kay Mama,” she smiled, giving you a slobbery kiss to the cheek. “Okay I’ve got to run,” you gave Margot and Eddie final kisses and were on your way. “Bye Mama,” Margot waved. “Bye My Love.”

“Okay kid, jammies?” he asked, holding his hand out to the small girl. She nodded and took it. It was almost 6:30 so she must have been getting tired. He smiled seeing that you’d left her a pair of pink pyjamas with small white bunnies on, a fresh diaper, wipes and baby powder.

“You want to use the potty before we get you dressed?” She made an affirmative noise, so the pair headed to the bathroom. “You need help?” Eddie asked her.

“Pick up.” He lifted her on to her toilet seat and turned around, giving her some privacy.

“Done!” she said a few moments later. After the pair cleaned their hands they went back to the couch. Once her diaper was in place and she was comfy, he helped her step into her pyjamas pants, and slid her shirt over her head.

“There you go, nice and snug.”

“Eddie jammies?” she tilted her head slightly.

“Okay I’ll get mine on.” He paused, did he just leave her here? Did he take her with him? Was that weird? Should he stress over this? Probably not, but here he was.

She looked at him with her big eyes. “Drink pwease,” she said. Okay there’s a plan, he lifted her up and placed her into her high chair making sure she was secure. “What do you want to drink kid?”

“Juice!”

Moments later she had juice in hand, wiggling in her seat happily. “Okay Eddies just gonna get changed, you sit tight okay?”

“‘kay!” she copied.

“Okay,” he huffed, running to the bathroom, changing as fast as he could to sprint back to her.

“Jammies Eddie!” she squealed.

“Yeah kiddo,” he smiled, picking her up out of her seat. He wore a simple black tee with a pair of grey flannel pants, tying his hair back in a low ponytail. He read 7:00 on the clock. “So kid what do you want to do for the next half an hour?”

“Story!”

“Okay let’s go pick a story.”

They went over to the bookshelf in the living room, the lowest shelf full of her books. “Which one do you want?” Eddie asked, placing her on the floor. “Not these! Eddie story!” she exclaimed, as if it’s something he should have known.

“Eddies story?” she hummed and smiled up at him. “Eddie story book!” Oh! He knew what she meant now, she’d seen him reading the Hobbit in bed the last time he stayed over.

He grabbed his bag and pulled out his worn copy that Wayne had brought him not long after he moved in with him. “Come on then Kid, let me educate you on Hobbits.” She laughed at that. “What’s so funny?” he asked, unable to keep a straight face as she cackled. “Hobbits’ what’s a hobbits’?” she laughed.

“Well I’ll tell you all about them, but we have to get nice and comfy. So let’s get bunny and your dummy and have a cuddle okay?”

“‘kay,” she said still giggling a bit.

Sat comfy by Eddies side, he opened the book and began to read. “In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit.” Margot let out another laugh.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Half an hour later, Eddie closed the book and looked down at the small snoring girl next to him. Gently moving himself, he picked her up, placing her head on his shoulder, and grabbing her bunny.

Climbing the stairs, his heart melted as she snuggled into him. Laying her down carefully he clicked on her nightlight and place her bunny in her arms. “Goodnight kid, I love you.”

“Wove you Da,” she mumbled back. That had become a common thing when she was tired, she’d called him Da, or Daddy. But he was mostly still Eddie. He didn’t mind, he’d love her no matter what.

He kissed her head and left the room, heading back downstairs to see what needed to be done for you. The house was mainly clean, just some washing up that needed putting away, which he did with ease.

He closed the blinds and curtains, turning on a few lamps here and there. Settling down to continue his magical adventure.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Mama! Mommy!” Eddie jumped awake to the sound of a familiar shout. Margot. Running up the stairs he saw the small girl walking out of her mothers room. “Mama,” she cried, extremely upset.

“Hey kiddo,” he said gently, not wanting to scare her. “Daddy!” she cried, running to him. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and cried harder. “Hey kiddo, it’s okay.” She sobbed. “It’s okay baby, Daddy’s got you,” he rocked her gently in his arms, shushing her.

He did take your advice and took her downstairs, placing her on the sofa and turning on Cinderella. Once he was sure she would be alright he headed to the kitchen to warm some milk for the pair.

Checking it wasn’t too hot, he handed her bottle over, which seemed to comfort her straight away. Watching the beautiful princess on the screen and giggling at Gus Gus she seemed more like herself.

“You feeling better baby?” he asked brushing her curls. “Mhm. Cuddle?” she titled her head.

He nodded, taking her bottle and placing it by his empty glass. He lifted the girl and lay down, putting her on his chest. Her head rested in his neck and she snuggled in, placing her dummy back in and grabbing her bunny tightly.

Eddie pulled a blanket over the pair of them and rubbed her back, gently playing with her curls every now and again. 10:56 the clock read.

The movie finished. Margot had been asleep for a while, since Cinderella went to the ball actually, but he didn’t want to risk moving her. He sat up carefully, placing her on the couch, making sure she was snuggled up.

Placing the glass and bottle in the sink, he began to turn off the lamps, minus the one in the front hall so you got in safe. He walked back to see Margot still snoozing and couldn’t help but smile.

He never thought he’d get this, he knew he wasn’t her biological dad, but his heart melted that she saw him as that. That she loved him as that. That you loved him. He thought after what happened with Chrissy he’d be alone forever.

He shook his head to remove the thought, he had you and Margot, Wayne and Maeve. He had his friends too, who also adored Margot, thinking she was the cutest thing.

Carefully picking her up, he draped the blanket over the back of the couch. Grabbing his book and her bunny in one hand, holding her with the other.

When he placed Margot down on her bed she whined, pulling his back down to her. “Stay,” she mumbled, half asleep still. Bringing her too him again, he turned off her nightlight and carried her to your room.

Placing the book on the bedside table, he tucked both of them in. Margot snoozed up against his chest, he kissed her head. “Goodnight baby, Daddy loves you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

3:30am. Walking into the house, you slipped off your shoes and sighed. That had been a hell of a shift, but the tips were great. Your home was silent, the lamp in the hall left on which you smiled at, knowing it was a gesture of Eddies love.

Hanging your bag on the hook, you headed up the stairs. Popping your head into Margots room you became confused. She wasn’t there.

Trying not to panic, you almost jogged to your own room. Heart melting at the sight that greeted you. Eddie and Margot cuddled up together.

Changing into your own pyjamas, you climbed in next to them, cuddling in. Eddie kissed your forehead, still very much asleep, pulling you closer, but leaving enough room for Margot not to be squished.

This was the most loved you’d felt in so long. You, Eddie and your girl, Margot. Your little family.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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totalswag · 10 months

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deserve better — RAFE CAMERON

authors note thank you so much for all the love from my last concept. heartbreak is one of the worst things you can go through. remember that you deserve the best.

summary in which reader finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and she goes to her childhood friends house, Rafe Cameron, and the two express a few things to eachother.

warning heartbreak, cheating, swearing, kissing, crying, and some cuteness in the end

Your boyfriend, Y/B/N, was home visiting for the summer from college. He plays football for North Carolina University.You go visit every now and then when you aren’t busy with school and work; you decided to attend a junior school and work to save enough money for an apartment next fall.

Ever since Y/B/N got back, you guys have been hanging out. But, he’s been acting weird, distant. He doesn’t let you go on his phone, he usually lets you. Something’s off with him and you can’t seem to put a finger on it.

You’ve told your two best friends about his weird behavior. They’ve known him just as much as you have. They think he’s talking to another girl and doesn’t want you to find out. You feel the same but deep down you hope that’s not the case.

Y/B/N was in the shower when you woke up. The breeze from the open window felt really nice coming through the room. You started to stretch your body before getting out of bed. Y/B/N phone started buzzing on his night stand, you brushed it off thinking it was one of his friends but it started buzzing non stop.

Worry filled your stomach. Getting weird feelings like this never ends well. So, you being you, grabbed his phone to see who it could be.

Your face quickly went from a smile to a frown. A girl named Amelia was blowing up his phone. That weird feeling in your stomach was telling you to unlock the phone.

Wrong password

“Huh?” you whispered to yourself, frowning.

His password is your birthday and has always been that way once you said yes to being his girlfriend.

“What could it be?” you think hard, really hard.

Then it hit you, his other password option is his jersey number for football.

Once the phone unlocked, you went to his messages. You know it’s wrong for you to do this but something seems off about this situation.

You click on Amelia's message and your stomach immediately drops. You can’t believe what you are reading as you scroll.

I miss you baby

I can’t wait till you come back and we can be together

I miss the way your hands feel on my body.

That’s when you lost it. Tears streamed down your face. You felt betrayed and heartbroken. So many emotions running through your body. At this point you want to go home. You grabbed your phone and started putting on your shoes.

Before you leave his bedroom and go home, he walks out to you crying on the edge of the bed. He walks over with worry and concern, kneeling on both knees, asking what’s wrong.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” you scoff, pushing his hands off your knees.

“Don’t baby me. We’re done. Don’t text me or call me ever again” he looks at you confused, “what are you talking about?” he tries grabbing your hand, you back up.

“Your little girlfriend, Amelia texted you about how much she misses you” you are going off on him and he’s standing there with guilt, “just like that, three years down the drain. I’ve done nothing to you for your dumbass to cheat on me” throwing your hands in the air with frustration.

“I’m sorry, I didn't know what I was doing but it just happened Y/N” you don’t believe a single word he said from that sentence.

“How long has this been going on?” you point to his phone on the bed.

“Two months.”

Two months ago was the last time you saw him when you visited him. He started acting weird towards you but you brushed it off. You thought him coming home for the summer, he’d act his usual self. Wrong.

“Fuck you” you shake your head, grab your belongings and walk out.

The drive to your house was filled with tears. You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Everything you’ve done for him was all for nothing. All those memories went down the drain just like your relationship.

When you walked into your house, your parents turned their heads smiling but quickly went to worry when they saw the tears streaming from your eyes. They never liked seeing you sad or hurt. You explained to them what just happened; they were upset hearing what your ex did.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that princess. You deserve to be treated with respect and love. He is a piece of shit and should be ashamed of himself. He lost one amazing young woman” your dad tells you, hugging you tight, rubbing his hand down your back to keep you calm.

“I love you” you whisper.

Your parents have been there for you no matter what the situation may be. You are happy to have the parents who’ve taught you that it’s okay to show emotion and speak about your feelings.

You walked upstairs to your shower. You needed to wash the negativity off your body. You felt your phone buzz before you entered the shower; your ex texted you trying to apologize and if you two could work things out.

“Fucker” you mutter under your breath, turning the music up higher.

After your twenty minute shower, you changed into clean clothes, and rubbed lotion to smell good. Music plays from your speaker while you comb your hair. The breeze coming through the open window felt so nice.

You feel the random urge to text one of your closest friends, Rafe. He’s always been there for you when you needed it the most. You have known each other ever since you were in diapers. Your parents worked for the same company and have been friends ever since.

Turning off the blow dryer, grabbed your phone and went to Rafe’s contact.

hey, what are you doing?

Just got out of the pool, you?

everything okay?

can i come over and explain please? i need to see you.

come right now. the door is unlocked.

You liked the message then finished blow drying your hair. You started smiling to yourself of the thought of seeing Rafe. You’ve always thought Rafe was attractive but could never tell him.

When you arrived at Cameron's home. You walked through the big home being greeted by Rose walking downstairs with papers in her hand, she smiles when she sees you enter. She’s always been like a second mom to you.

“Y/N, It’s so good to see you. How have you been?” she says as she leans in for a hug. “I’ve been alright thank you, you?” She can sense something up by the tone in your voice but doesn’t want to bring it up. “Busy with work stuff” she smiles.

“Rafe’s up in his room right now if you were wondering” she smiles, you thank her in response.

As you were making your way to Rafe’s room, you could hear the sound of Wheezie’s tv from her room and Sarah on the phone talking to John B.

You knock on Rafe’s door before entering.

“Come in.”

He’s fresh out of the shower. Hair wet, towel hanging from his hips with his v-line visible. You cover your eyes telling him to put a shirt on.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen me shirtless dork, c'mere” rolling his eyes, grabbing your shoulders, hugging you.

You start crying when you are in his arms. He notices and worry fills his brain. He doesn’t like seeing you like this. He pulls your back gently, lifting your chin up with his pointer finger, looking in your eyes, scanning.

“He cheated,” you say between sobs.

His face fell down with anger. He never liked your ex and your ex never liked Rafe. Rafe always told you something was off with him and got weird vibes from him, you shrugged it off at the time.

“Let me change then you can explain, yeah?” he walks you to his bed, patting your thigh as he walks to his bathroom. It was obvious he was upset by the way he’s breathing and body language is.

When he comes back, you explain the situation. He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Are you fucking serious? I’m gonna kill his ass” he said with annoyance. He runs his hands through his hair. you place your hand on his chest, “please Rafe don’t. He isn’t worth it anymore” he looks at you as if you were crazy.

“Y/N he fucking broke your heart. You deserve so much better than that douche. He lost a beautiful and wonderful girl that he’ll never find, ever” he emphasizes, he stares at you, waiting for your response.

He thinks I'm beautiful?

“You think I’m beautiful?” you quietly ask, slowly turning your head to the left, making eye contact with him.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful Y/N” he replies, holding eye contact, waiting for your answer.

You can’t believe you are about to say this.

“I’ve always had some type of feelings towards you Rafe” you quietly speak.

“Same.”

He slowly leans towards you, bringing his right hand to your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, you close your eyes at the feeling.

“Can I?” he whispers softly.

Faces are inches closer to each other. Your lips collide passionately. You never thought you’d be in this position right now kissing one of your closest friends. The feeling of his lips against yours felt magical, a feeling you cannot describe.

“I would like to be more than friends with you Y/N.”

“Me too.”

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years

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You Belong With Me - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: modern!au. Eddie is dating Chrissy, but she’s making him miserable. What would it take for him to notice that he’d be better off with you? Based on the Taylor Swift song.

Note: Oh, so many thoughts about this one. I’ve never been a big fan of song fics, but this song just screamed this dynamic at me and wouldn’t let me rest until I wrote it. And it physically hurt me to write Chrissy as the “bad guy” because I just adore her and Grace so much. But for the fic, it had to be done. Lastly, I literally stayed up all night to write this so I apologize if my sleeplessness caused any more errors than usual.

Warnings: modern!au, language, sex jokes, mention of gun, I think that’s it?

Words: 8.7k

“But that’s not what I meant. No, no, I- Babe, it was a joke. It wasn’t about you! You know I don’t like basketball game- Yes, I’m coming. Of course. I’m sorry, okay? Like I said, it was a joke- Okay. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you there. Okay. Bye.”

Eddie tosses his phone down on your bed and rubs his hands over his face. You sit up near your pillows, wincing through the whole phone call. Eddie getting frustrated like this was becoming far too common for your liking.

“You okay, Eds?” He isn’t, but you’re not sure if he’ll want to talk about it or not.

“Fine,” he says. He has to know you don’t believe him, but he also knows you won’t push him. He climbs on your bed, leaning against your footboard.

“I made a stupid joke,” he says. “I said something about watching a basketball game being like watching a goldfish swim around in its bowl. You’re just looking back and forth at the same thing the whole time!”

It’s not the appropriate time, but you can’t help but laugh. “It’s true, though.”

“Thank you!” he says. “It was a dumb joke but somehow Chrissy took that as me saying I hated going to see her cheer. Is it my favorite thing to do? No. But I do it because she’s my girlfriend.”

You nod your head at him, not sure what you could say. There are a million things you want to say. Break up with her. She’s not good enough for you. I’ve been in love with you for years, you doofus. But none of that would help him. It’d only stress him out even more, which was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I swear, the only saving grace at those God-awful games is that you’re there with me. If I didn’t have you to make snide comments with, I don’t think I’d be able to stomach it,” he says.

It should make you feel better, you think. But in reality, it just makes you want to smack him on the back of the head and say, “then what does that tell you, dumbass? Spending time with me is better!”

“We’re going to the game tonight, I’m assuming,” you say. It’s a Tuesday so there wasn’t a Hellfire meeting, which was the only acceptable reason, according to Chrissy, that Eddie could miss a game. Even those, she wasn’t thrilled he skipped games for.

“Don’t have much of a choice,” Eddie mumbles, picking at his rings. He looks up and meets your eyes. “I mean, you do, though. You don’t have to come with me.”

And make him do this alone? You couldn’t. Even if you had to sit there and pretend not to see Eddie watching Chrissy, or just pretend to not see Chrissy in general. It was never a choice for you if there was an opportunity to spend it with Eddie. You’d stand blindly by his side, supporting him however you could.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” you tell him.

He smiles and tosses one of your stuffed bears at you. “Like I’d ever want to get rid of you.”

Looking into his eyes suddenly makes you feel like you could cry, so you jump off your bed and head over to your Bluetooth speaker.

“What do you say? Some Ozzy?” you ask.

Eddie groans and drops his head forward. “God, I wish I could stay and listen. I’ve got two deals before the game tonight, though. I’ve gotta head out.”

You pout and press play on the machine anyway. Ozzy Osborne was not what was queued up next, however. The acoustics of a Taylor Swift song start to play into the space of your bedroom.

Eddie groans again, louder this time. You stop the music and start to skip through the shuffled playlist.

“I am so tired of pop songs. It seems like that’s all that’s playing in my car lately and it’s driving me up the wall. I can listen to it sometimes, but God forbid we listen to any of my music as I’m driving around with her.”

Your pout grows as you keep your back to Eddie. You never know what to say to him when he complains about Chrissy. He wanted to date her so badly that you didn’t think anything could hurt you worse. But seeing the way she treats him? That beat all.

“I thought you didn’t even like Taylor Swift,” Eddie says. It just shows how much Chrissy must be making him listen to pop if he recognized the song by the opening chords.

“I like some of her songs,” you say, turning to face him. “Sometimes it feels like she took a page out of my diary and wrote a song about it. I love Metallica and Black Sabbath dearly, but that is something they just don’t do.”

Eddie stands up off your bed and grabs his leather jacket. He smirks at you as he slips it on. “So, what you’re saying is, Taylor Swift understands you?”

You roll your eyes at him and plop back down on your bed. “Yes, Eddie. That’s exactly what I’m saying. The pretty, millionaire singer, that’s dated all of the hottest guys in Hollywood totally gets me.”

“You sing,” Eddie says with a shrug. “In fact, I wish you did it more. How many times have I begged you to come sing with the band again?”

“It was once, I was drunk, and I’m still grateful that I don’t remember all of it,” you say.

“You were good. I’m not just saying that as your best friend, I’m saying it as a musician. You never sing around me. Why are you embarrassed to?”

The teddy bear in your lap is easier to look at than Eddie. “M’not embarrassed.”

“Oh yeah? Then why not in front of me at least? You’ve seen me puking my guts out and have taken care of me after a hangover, but you’re too shy to sing in front of me?”

“To be fair,” you say, eyes now finding Eddie’s, “you have also seen me puke and taken care of me when I had a hangover.”

“Yet I still sing in front of you.” When you don’t say anything, Eddie starts to get annoyed. “You know, I told Dustin that I wished you’d sing more, and he seemed confused because apparently you sing all the time around him.”

“That’s different!”

“How?” Now he sounds like he’s starting to get mad and it’s the last thing you want. Chrissy had already worked him up and you didn’t want to make it worse.

“You know, Dustin is always singing songs from movies and stuff. You’ve seen him and I singing Suddenly, Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors together. See? I’m not embarrassed in front of you.”

“Yeah, but you were also putting on that squeaky voice the woman has in the movie.” He sighs and takes a few steps towards your bed. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just like it when you sing.”

You look up at him and give him a small smile. “I like when you sing, too.”

“We’ll go to a karaoke club soon then,” he says with a smirk, and you’re not sure if he’s teasing or not. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll come by in a few hours to pick you up?”

“Mhmm.” He heads out of your room, but you call out for him before he can fully leave. “Eddie! Can you hit play for me? I think I got the right song up now.”

Eddie clicks the button on your Bluetooth speaker and Crazy Train starts playing, Ozzy’s maniacal laugh haunting your bedroom.

“Much better,” Eddie says over his shoulder as he walks out of your room.

After dinner with your parents, you head back up to your room. Your mom and dad assume it’s to finish your homework, but you’d finished that a little after Eddie left. Instead, you pull up your metal-only playlist and let it run on shuffle. The synthetic voice comes over your Bluetooth speaker.

“I am iron man.”

This song instantly has you reaching to turn the volume up. Black Sabbath’s iconic sound rings through your room and you jump on top of your bed. You head-bang to the opening notes, feeling more pumped up by the second. You spin around, scooping up your hairbrush from your nightstand to use as a makeshift microphone.

“Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all? Or if he moves, will he fall?”

You fall to your knees on the mattress, openly air-guitaring as you sing along.

“Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there, why should we even care?”

There’s a new voice joining in with yours this time. You slowly turn around and move the hair out of the way that’s covering your face from all your whipping it about. Eddie leans against your doorframe, arms crossed against his chest, and the biggest smile on his face that you think you’ve ever seen. You hadn’t realized how long it’s been since you’ve seen him smile like that. Months? At least.

“Enjoy the show?” you ask as you hop down from your bed.

“Very much,” he says. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You give him a playful glare as you walk over to your mirror. You use your hairbrush/pseudo microphone to get your hair out of your face and looking somewhat presentable.

“How’d the deals go?” you ask as you grab your sneakers.

“Fine. Two usuals so it was quick and painless,” he tells you as you lace up your converse.

Unlike this basketball game will be, you think to yourself.

“Save any for us to use tomorrow?”

“Well, duh. But we’ll have to go somewhere to smoke it. Wayne’s got an old army buddy coming over for dinner,” Eddie says.

“The park?” You take a look at yourself in the mirror and adjust your Iron Maiden shirt. Steve once told you that you should wear school colors to a game. You told him to find you a band t-shirt that had the God-awful orange and green of the basketball uniforms and you would.

“Park sounds good to me,” Eddie says. He pulls on your arm to yank you away from the mirror. “You look perfect, let’s go.”

Your face flushes as you follow Eddie out of your room. Both of you wave to your parents in the living room before heading outside. Climbing into Eddie’s van is second nature at this point, and you make yourself comfortable by putting your sneakered feet up on the dashboard.

Eddie starts the car and Metallica begins blaring through the air. You drum on your knees as Eddie makes the short drive to Hawkins High. Hopefully, Lucas will play tonight. Since he’s been getting better, the coach has been putting him in more. It was great to see his confidence grow.

The parking lot in front of the school is almost as crowded as it would be if school was in session. Eddie slips the van into one of the few empty spots and you both get out. The murmuring from the gym could be heard out in the parking lot. Was this an important game? Was our team doing well this year? You had no idea. You came to most, if not all, of the games, but you hardly paid attention to any of it.

The sounds of the crowd talking loudly to one another, the squeaking of sneakers on the shiny floor, and the cacophony of instruments tuning up in the band section of the bleachers smack you in the face as Eddie opens the gym door for you. You nod to him in thanks before slipping inside. He follows behind you and you wave to Nancy who is on the sidelines with other students from the school paper.

Robin waves and gives you a big smile when you walk past the school band. You blow her a kiss, and she pretends to catch it. In the middle of the bleachers there’s a small gap where you and Eddie could fit. When you get closer to it, you can see it’s empty because Max, Dustin, and Mike have their feet there; their attempt at saving the seat for you guys.

“Finally,” Dustin says. “Thought someone was gonna sit on my feet any second.”

“You better move them quick then,” Eddie says. He moves to sit on the boy’s feet and all three of them bring their legs back to themselves.

From where you’re sitting, the cheerleaders are straight ahead. They’re in your direct line of vision and you get the feeling that your neck is going to be sore tomorrow because you’ll probably spend most of the game looking and talking to Max behind you.

Eddie raises his hand to wave, and you leave your eyes in your lap. You don’t need to see her pretty smile or her bright eyes. Her hair that was never out of place. You reach up to smooth over your own hair self-consciously.

“Stop,” Max says. She’s leaned in towards you so she can whisper in your ear. “Your hair is fine. You look great. And you know he’s going to spend more time talking to you than paying attention to her during the game anyway.”

With a sigh, you turn your head to give her a small smile. She reaches forward and squeezes your shoulder. Your girls knew how you felt about Eddie. With Nancy and Max, they said they had known before you even told them. The pair of them thought it was incredibly obvious to anyone who was paying attention, while Robin was shocked when you told her.

A whistle blows, signaling the start of the game. Your eyes scan the white jerseys moving around the court and on the sidelines. Number eight is standing on the side, hands on his hips and swaying from side to side. From the back, Lucas looks tense and nervous. Maybe this was a big game.

The cheerleaders began with their cheers, the sounds of pompoms crashing against each other catching on the air. Eddie watched the first few cheers before he turned to you.

“I’m already over it,” he says.

“Let me know when Lucas gets out on the court and I’ll care,” you answer him.

“Hey,” Dustin says, popping his head in between yours and Eddie’s. “You hear about the contest down at the bar?”

“What contest?” Eddie asks.

“What bar?” you ask.

Mike breaks his eyes away from the court to join the conversation. “The karaoke bar over by the grocery store.”

“They’re having like, a talent show - karaoke version - or something. I think you win $500,” Dustin says.

“When is it?” Eddie asks. He loved singing in front of people, and if he could win some money in the process, why not?

“Friday, you losers,” Max says, looking at Dustin and Mike. “You seriously didn’t notice that it’s the same night as Hellfire? The end of your campaign?”

“Shit,” Dustin says.

“Damn, that would’ve been fun,” Eddie says. “That’s a pretty big place, too. Nice sized audience.”

“Get up during halftime and sing to this crowd then,” you joke to Eddie.

“Oh God, don’t put that in his head. He’ll do it,” Mike says.

“These people wouldn’t know good music if I blared it in their ears,” Eddie says as he looks around the bleachers. “Ah, look. Harrington with another date. Who’s that one?”

Both you and Max crane your necks to try and see who Steve is with. He’s a few rows higher than you and closer to the band.

“Heidi?” Max asks.

“I don’t think so. Steve said he wouldn’t go on another date with her. Plus, Heidi’s hair is lighter than that,” you say.

Steve catches you and Max looking at him and mimes putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger. Max rolls her eyes while you let out a laugh.

“Poor Steve,” you say. “All these girls just aren’t right for him.”

“I keep telling him that he’s gotta figure out what he wants but he never listens to me,” Dustin says.

“Does he listen to anyone?” Max asks.

“Robin, maybe,” you add.

“Has he ever asked you on a date?” Eddie asks you. You furrow your brow in confusion. Why was he asking this? Just curiosity?

“No,” you say. “We’re friends.”

Eddie shrugs. “Sometimes that’s the best thing to be before becoming something more.”

You take a deep breath and feel your stomach clenching.

“I’ve got to use the bathroom,” you say. You stand up and Max stands behind you.

“I’ll come with you,” she says.

The two of you walk out of the gymnasium and into the quiet school hallway. Max stays quiet until she confirms there aren’t any other girls in the bathroom.

“You’re entering that contest,” Max says.

“What?”

“Find a song that expresses what you’re feeling and let it out on stage. You’re good. Good enough to win. And you know the guys won’t see because they’ll be playing DND.”

“I don’t know, Max.” You lean against the sinks and Max leans next to you.

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me a song about wanting someone who you can’t have comes on the radio while you’re driving, and you don’t angry belt it out?” Max asks.

“Yeah, alone in my car,” you say.

“And it’s cathartic, right?”

“I guess.” You shrug and avoid Max’s eyes because you know what’s coming next.

“If that feels good, imagine getting all those emotions and feelings out on stage,” Max says. “I already signed you up.”

You sigh and rub your hands over your face. It makes sense and you hate it. Music has always been your way of expressing yourself. Maybe doing this would help you release some of your anger and sadness.

“Fine,” you finally concede.

“Yes!” Max says. “We’ll bring Nancy and Robin and it’ll be great.”

“No one tells the guys about this, though,” you say. “I don’t need any of the headache that would come with that.”

“My lips are sealed,” Max says.

After the game, in which Lucas made the game winning shot, friends and family mingled with the players and cheerleaders. You would’ve gone with the others to talk to Lucas if Eddie hadn’t all but steered you in the direction of Chrissy. His hand was on the small of your back and you’d let him lead you anywhere like that. Even here.

“Eddie!” Chrissy calls. She runs forward and wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps his around her small waist and lifts her up, her short skirt riding up her ass. You divert your eyes from the pair of them, scanning the rest of the crowd for your friends.

“You were great,” Eddie is telling her. “And you looked so hot.”

Your fists clench and your fingernails are digging hard enough into your palms to draw blood.

“Like you even watched me,” Chrissy says with a laugh. “I saw you talking the whole time.”

Eddie frowns and his brows pinch together. “I did watch you.”

“Okay,” she says as she gives him a pat on the arm. It’s the condescending tone that’s dripping from her voice that makes you speak up.

“He pointed out to us in the third period when you did the new cheer. The one you came up with when you became cheer captain,” you say. You bite back from adding, “So, see? He pays attention to you even though you’re horrible to him and he deserves far better than you could ever be.”

Chrissy turns, looking at you as if she just noticed you were there. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi,” you respond, trying to keep the venom in your voice to a minimum.

She turns back to Eddie and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m hungry. Can we go get pizza?”

Eddie glances at you out of the corner of his eye before looking back at her. “Uh, I hadn’t planned on that. I was going to give y/n a ride home.”

Chrissy pouts and it doesn’t suit her. Her lip goes too far out and her eyes scrunch in a way that looks more painful than sad.

“But I hardly got to see you today. Can’t she get a ride with someone else?” Chrissy asks.

“Don’t talk about her as if she’s not here,” Eddie says, pulling back from her a little. Her pout turns to a glare as she looks at him.

“It’s fine,” you say, taking a few steps back. You didn’t want to make this worse for Eddie and you certainly didn’t want to be stuck in the van with the two of them.

“But…” Eddie trails off.

“It’s okay,” you say, though your heart is telling you the opposite. “Go get pizza.”

He frowns deeper but nods his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.” You give him a small smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Hopefully, Steve didn’t drive his date here and she had her own way home. You look through the mass of bodies for the familiar head of brown hair but come up empty. You don’t see a baseball cap with curls spilling out of it or a redhead either.

With a sigh, you walk to the doors. You head out into the dark evening, the stars and moon shining bright down on Hawkins this night. Most of the parking lot has cleared out and you don’t see a car you recognize other than the big brown van that used to bring you so much comfort.

Home is only six miles away, so you decide to walk. It’s a chilly night and you wrap your arms around yourself, hands rubbing up and down your arms that are bare in your t-shirt. You’ve made the walk before and you estimate it will take you about two hours. Thankful that you wore your most comfortable sneakers, you head up the hill and off school property.

The streets are quiet and dark, which unsettles you. Weird things happen in Hawkins all the time and you’d wager this is how a lot of them started. After walking two miles, a total of three cars have passed you by. You were almost more afraid when you saw the cars coming towards you rather than walking alone in the darkness.

You hear a car coming from behind and you take a step closer to the tree line and out of the road since the driver probably can’t see you.

“Y/n?”

You look back and Robin is hanging out the passenger window of Steve’s car.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Walking home,” you say as if it was a normal occurrence. Maybe if you act as if this wasn’t that big of a deal, they’d believe it.

“In the dark? Alone? At night? Are you insane?” Robin says. The driver door opens and Steve steps out. He walks over to you and looks at you in concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.”

“Where’s Eddie?”

“He, um. Well, Chrissy wanted pizza. So, I said I’d get another ride, but I couldn’t find one. And home isn’t too far.” You shrug, not meeting his eyes.

Steve rests his hands on his hips and sighs. His typical mom stance.

“Come on. I’ll drive you home. You’re going to have to pile in though.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you to the car. “Jesus, you’re freezing. You know, you could’ve called me. Or Robin or Max or Dustin or Mike.”

Steve opens the back door, and the three younger faces look back at you. Max scoots over until she’s sitting on Dustin’s lap.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” Dustin says. He raises his arms in the air so he isn’t touching Max at all.

You slide in and Steve closes the door behind you. Dustin refuses to look at anyone, cheeks flushing. You can’t help the small smile on your face as you tug Max over to sit on your lap instead. She settles easily enough and rests her head against the window.

The car smells like fried food and you find out why when Mike holds a bag out in front of you.

“Burger? Fries?” he offers. “Or…” he rummages around in bags between his feet. “Onion rings.”

“Toss one,” you tell him. He smiles as you open your mouth and tries to throw the fried onion inside. Surprisingly, he makes it, which makes the four of you in the back cheer.

Robin gets dropped off first, her living the closest to school. She grabs her band hat and trumpet out of the trunk and waves before she disappears inside her house. Dustin takes the opportunity to jump into the front seat. Technically, Max should’ve been the next one dropped off, but Steve kept driving straight past the trailer park. Max didn’t say a word, knowing why Steve was avoiding the neighborhood for now.

“Why didn’t Nancy drive you home?” you ask Mike as Steve pulls into the Wheeler driveway.

“Because she’s a priss and has to stay late to work on the stupid paper,” he says.

“Hey!” Both you and Steve yell at the same time as he scrambles out of the car.

“You try living with her,” he says before waving his hand in a goodbye.

Your house is next, and you sag in relief when it comes into view. You hadn’t been expecting to see it for at least another hour at the rate you were walking before.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve,” you say. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime that idiot leaves you high and dry just call me,” Steve says, looking at you in the rear-view mirror. You smile to yourself, thinking this must be what it’s like to have a big brother. You now understand why the kids all gravitated towards him.

“Thanks,” you repeat as you get out of the car. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you say to Max and Dustin. They wave as you head up to your door.

School the next day is weird. People are excited because the basketball team won; so, the halls were buzzing with that energy. But most people were tired as well, having stayed up later than usual to come to the game. It all gives you a nice cover for how you’re feeling. You feel sluggish and irritated. Though you can’t put your finger on the exact reason why, you knew the people it could be blamed on.

Eddie leans up against the locker next to yours between second and third period as you’re exchanging your books out.

“You didn’t text me last night,” he says.

“What?” you ask, not looking at him.

“When you got home. You didn’t text me to let me know you got home okay.”

“You didn’t ask me to,” you point out.

He frowns. “I didn’t think I had to. It’s just kind of something we do.”

“Well, sorry, I guess.” You close your locker and turn to him. “Was there something else?”

“Are you mad at me?” he asks. His big puppy dog eyes are shining and it’s truly your damn kryptonite.

You take a deep breath. “No.” You don’t know if that’s really true or not, though.

“You’re sure?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’m sure,” you lie.

“Are we still on for the park later?” he asks, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“Of course,” you say, eager to see him relax.

“Perfect. I’ve got everything in my backpack already to go.” The weed, he means. You can’t think of a better day to get high than today.

School simultaneously drags on and ends too quickly. Chrissy has cheer practice, so you don’t have to deal with her while you walk to Eddie’s van. Once inside, he cranks Sweet Child O’ Mine because he knows it’s one of your favorites. When you don’t hum along or even tap your foot along to the beat, he knows something is up.

He parks the van across the street from the park and grabs his backpack.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in affirmation and hop out. The two of you walk down the street to the crosswalk. Normally you’d just jay-walk to cross the street, but this intersection was notorious for pedestrian injuries. When you get your signal that it’s okay to cross, Eddie trips and you hear the ripping of material. You look down and see he’s ripped his own jeans by stepping on the hem of them while walking. The tear that was at his knee has now tripled in size and he could easily stick his whole leg through it. You giggle to yourself, and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief at the sound.

The two of you find your usual bench at the park and claim it. It’s hidden by a copse of trees so it’s easier to hide your illicit activities, but still allows you a good view of the park.

Eddie pulls out the two joints he’d rolled and lights one before handing it to you. Though you were used to the sickeningly bitter odor, it didn’t mean you liked it. You wrinkle your nose before raising the bud to your lips. You inhale, letting the burn curl down your throat and into your lungs. You were pretty good at not coughing by now. The first few times you’d ended up in total tears because of the intense hacking.

Eddie takes a hit of his own joint and rests his head against the back of the bench, blowing smoke straight up towards the sky. He closes his eyes and you take the time to admire him. He’d forgone the denim vest today and just settled on his leather jacket over his hellfire shirt. Hints of stubble were starting to appear on his chin and his lips were a little chapped. His long, dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes move under his closed lids. He’s so beautiful it physically aches you.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to smile at you. It’s a real Eddie smile and it warms your heart. It’s so rare these days but it’s so bright it could rival the moon at night.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks.

“The moon,” you say.

Eddie chuckles and takes another hit. “Oh yeah?” He releases the smoke. “What about it?”

“It’s so bright. But you only notice the brightness at night.” You came up with it off the top of your head, but it sounded good to you. You raise your joint to your mouth for another puff.

“Like some people I guess,” Eddie says. He doesn’t sound like he’s finished talking so you wait. “Sometimes you don’t see how amazing some people are until everything else around you dims, but they don’t. They’re still there bright and shining.”

It could be that he’s having a profound thought about his life, or the pot is kicking in, so you can’t be sure.

“I want to go to the moon,” you say. Eddie laughs and you can tell both of you are feeling the effects now.

His laugh is infectious and causes you to start laughing as well. You curl in on yourself, abdominal muscles starting to cramp, and you slide to the side to lay across Eddie’s lap.

“Eds?” you ask, eyes staring up at the clouds above.

“Mm?”

“I miss you.”

He frowns down at you and pokes your forehead with his ringed index finger.

“I’m right here, silly head.”

“I know,” you say.

“I like when we talk,” Eddie says. His head is moving all around, taking in all the sights in the park around you. There are a few squirrels scampering up the tree closest to you. Birds sing in the distance and the laughter of kids comes from the playground a few hundred feet away.

“I like it too,” you say. “It’s so easy to talk to you.”

“Always has been. Since we met.”

“You’re my favorite person,” you tell him.

He grins and drops his head down to look at you. “More than Timothée Chalamet?”

“Mhmm,” you hum in confirmation.

“Wow,” Eddie says with a laugh. “That’s saying something.”

The two of you decide to lay in the grass as you let the pot work through your system. Eddie won’t be able to drive for a while anyway, so you take advantage of the nice day.

“I had a weird dream last night,” Eddie says.

“Yeah? Tell me.”

“I was playing at The Hideout. But when I looked down, I was playing the wrong guitar. It was a nice guitar. It was gold and smooth and sounded beautiful. But it wasn’t my guitar. I put the gold guitar down and tried to find mine. I started freaking out because I thought I lost it. I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it.”

“Did you find it?” you ask.

“I did. But some guy was playing it and it made me so mad.”

“What guy?” You let your heavy eyes droop closed.

“M’not sure. He didn’t look familiar. Could’ve been anyone, I guess. But he was playing my guitar and I wanted it back. But he said I was too late. And it made me really really sad.”

You frown and reach over to take Eddie’s hand in yours. “It’s okay, Eddie. No one is going to take your guitar away. Why would it want to leave you?”

The high lasted a few hours and by the time Eddie got you home for dinner, the munchie effect was still going strong. You devoured the lasagna your mom put down in front of you. The bloodshot look had faded from your eyes, so you were just hoping your parents thought you were extra hungry today for some reason.

You should’ve gone to sleep hours ago. It would’ve been easy; you always slept better on days when you got high with Eddie. But you still hadn’t picked a song to sing at the karaoke competition. Your head was in the middle of your bed, and you rested your legs up against the wall over your headboard. You scroll and scroll through playlists, trying to find a song that expresses what you’ve been feeling.

The sound of brakes squeaking makes you move your legs down and sit up on your bed. Your phone tells you that it’s 3:17am. You walk over to your window and see Eddie walking around the side of your house. You frown at him, and he notices you up in your window. You point towards the back door and Eddie nods.

Eddie would sometimes come by in the middle of the night, but he’d usually text first. You creep down the stairs as quietly as you can, avoiding any creaks. Your cat picks his head up from where he’s sleeping on the top of the couch to see what you’re up to. He decides he doesn’t care though and adjusts himself into a new comfortable position to fall back asleep.

Luckily, your dad had fixed it so the back door didn’t stick anymore when you tried to open it. It glides open silently and Eddie steps inside.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” you whisper to him.

He nods but he won’t meet your eyes. You frown and take his hand in yours. As you walk back past your cat, he picks his head up again and deems Eddie worthy of his affection. Eddie scratches his head two times before following you up the stairs.

You pull him into your room and quietly close the door behind you.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

He shrugs and sits on the edge of your bed. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

The sheets are messy, and you crawl on top of them, making yourself comfortable against the mountain of pillows against your headboard. Eddie glances back before leaning backwards so his head ends up in your lap. You start to play with his hair. You haven’t done this in a while, and it warms your heart. His eyes drift closed, and you think he’s fallen asleep until he quietly kicks his boots off so he can pull his legs up on the bed as well.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

He opens his eyes and stares at your ceiling. “I feel confused.”

“About what?”

“That’s the thing. Everything.”

You frown and trace your pinky finger along one of his curls. “Elaborate?”

“I don’t know how,” he says. “Feel like everything is upside down. I feel like I want things to go back to normal, but I don’t know what’s changed to make me think things aren’t normal. Am I making sense?”

“Sort of,” you say.

His eyes begin to water, and it breaks your heart. You’d give anything to be able to fix what’s wrong, but he doesn’t seem to know.

“Where do I belong?” he asks.

“Here,” you say without hesitation. “Here with me and your uncle and Dustin and all your friends. Here with your favorite guitar and your band and your loud as all hell van.”

That makes him chuckle and your heart feels ten pounds lighter. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again.

“Did you miss something on that list? Or someone?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say carefully. “Did I?”

He licks over his lips before answering. “I don’t believe you did. I think that was a pretty complete list. Doesn’t need anyone else.”

“No?” you ask.

He opens his eyes and shakes his head. “She reamed me out for an hour before because I hadn’t bought prom tickets yet.”

“I didn’t even know they were on sale,” you say. You’re trying to keep your voice calm for him, but it’s proving difficult.

“Neither did I,” he says. “But she goes on and on about how she already bought her dress and the, and I’m quoting here, ‘the prettiest high heels in the world.’”

“Shouldn’t she have waited until, you know…at least until you asked?”

“Right?” he huffs out. He runs his hands over his face, and you start to play with the small curls along his forehead. “I’ve got to end it.”

“I think so,” you say in a small voice.

He tilts his head up so he can look at you. “Friday, yeah? Tomorrow I’ve got a test, so I don’t want the stress added to that. I need to pass this class.”

“Biology again?” you ask. “I thought you were doing better.”

“I am, but I won’t if I bomb this test.”

“You should probably get some sleep then.” You almost said “go home and get some sleep” but that’s not what you really want. He nods and goes to sit up, but you catch his arm.

“Here?” he asks.

You shrug and slide yourself under the covers. “Why not? I don’t have cooties. I got the shot.”

He smiles and shrugs out of his leather jacket before sliding in the bed next to you. Your heart races as his head lays on the pillow next to yours, noses almost touching.

“Goodnight,” he whispers.

“Goodnight.”

On Friday, you only get to see Eddie between second and third period at your locker. His plan is to have lunch with Chrissy outside and break up with her then. Your paths don’t cross after lunch, and he has Hellfire and you’re meeting with the girls to get ready for the karaoke contest right after school. Your stomach will be in knots until you find out how it went.

Nancy dusts your eyelids with silver eyeshadow as you sit on your bed. Max and Robin go through your closet, deciding what you should wear tonight.

“No, that might be see-through under the lights.”

“What about this?”

“It clashes with the silver eyeshadow.”

“Any texts from Eddie?” Nancy asks quietly as she cleans up the edges.

“No,” you breathe out with a sigh. “But he’s never on his phone during Hellfire. I think that would be blasphemous in there.”

Nancy hums her agreement.

“We’ve got one!” Robin announces.

You open your eyes to see Max holding a royal blue dress that accentuates your curves and feels silky smooth against your skin. You wrinkle your nose at them.

“It doesn’t go,” you say.

“With what?” Max asks.

“My song!”

“Oh, you’re right,” Robin says.

“Fine, fine,” Max says. She puts the dress back in the closet and starts to dig through your drawers.

“I hope there are no sex toys in here,” Robin says as she joins Max.

You roll your eyes as Nancy touches up your eyeliner.

“Jeans,” Nancy says as she works. “She should wear jeans and a t-shirt.”

“That’s what she wears every day,” Robin says.

“Exactly,” you and Nancy say at the same time.

“Okay, fine,” Robin acquiesces. “But what one?”

“Iron Maiden?” Max asks as she picks one out of the drawer. “There’s also Guns ‘n Roses, Black Sabbath, Metallica. Geez, any from this century?”

“Corroded Coffin,” you say. Max looks at you and grins.

“Where is it?” she asks.

“Top drawer.”

Robin and Max pick out the best jeans to go with your favorite tee. Nancy tells you to get dressed before she fixes your hair. She doesn’t do much, just spray a little product in it and tussle it up.

“Perfect,” she says.

You pace back and forth backstage. You’re not exactly nervous. Not about the singing, anyway. About letting your feelings channel through you in this way. It was a vulnerability you’d never shared before. Even if the audience just thought you’d picked this song because you liked it, you and your friends knew the truth.

The girl on stage now is singing Madonna and you take deep breaths to settle yourself.

“Hey.”

Nancy jumps at the voice in her ear. She turns her head to see Eddie sliding into the seat next to her. Her eyes widen comically, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at her.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here either, but do I look like a ghost or something?”

“What are you doing here?” Robin demands from the other side of Nancy. Someone in the crowd shushes her, but she doesn’t care. “You’re supposed to be at Hellfire.”

Eddie shrugs with a devious smile and Dustin plops down in the seat on the other side of him.

“His stupid campaign wiped us out in the first half hour,” Dustin says. “We remembered this was happening, so we figured we’d catch the last half.”

Max’s leg bounces nervously on Robin’s other side and Eddie notices the motion.

“What’s wrong, Red?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head at him. “Wait, where’s y/n?” he asks.

Robin leans in to whisper in Max’s ear. “Do we have time to warn her?”

“No,” Max whispers back. “She’s up next.”

“Maybe she won’t see with all the lights,” Nancy leans over to add.

Robin groans and drops her head in her hands.

The girl wraps up singing Papa Don’t Preach and the audience claps politely. The manager steps out on the stage and reads from a clipboard.

“Next up we have y/n y/l/n.”

Eddie’s jaw drops before a huge smile forms on his face. He was going to get to hear you sing again. Finally.

You step onstage and Eddie’s taken aback. He didn’t expect an elaborate outfit or anything of the sort but seeing you in a Corroded Coffin shirt took him by surprise.

The music begins and the notes tickle his brain. He knows this song. He knows that he knows it because of Chrissy, even if he can’t place it. Why would you choose this song?

You grip the mic tightly in your grip and lift it to your mouth.

“You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said, ‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.”

It’s Taylor Swift, Eddie recognizes. This confuses him even further. What was it you said about her music?

“I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, and she'll never know your story like I do.”

You feel your confidence picking up as you keep going. Looking at the audience doesn’t seem like a good idea, so you keep your eyes vague as they move across the open space in front of you. It feels good to have a microphone in your hand.

“But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.”

Eddie’s stunned to his seat. His jaw hangs open as he recalls what you said. It was like Taylor Swift took a page out of your diary and wrote a song about it. There was no mistaking what and who this song was about. Even for someone who knew how dense he could be at times.

“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

The grin that spreads across your face is freeing. You never knew being vulnerable could feel this good. You’re sharing your heart with the people in the audience and most of them have no idea.

“Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans, I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, ‘Hey, isn't this easy?’ And you've got a smile that can light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say you're fine, I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?”

All three of your friends in the audience are caught between watching you work the stage like you were born for it and looking over at Eddie to gauge his reaction. Nancy notices the way his hands are gripping the armrests and she doesn’t know what that means.

“She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.”

You catch a flash of red hair in the audience, and it widens your smile. So that’s where your friends are out there. You’ll have to get a good look at them when singing the next part.

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

There’s a small instrumental break and you take the opportunity to lower the mic and look at the row your friends are in. But your eyes catch a very familiar pair of brown ones and your veins ice over and your stomach bottoms out. Eddie’s staring at you with those eyes and they’re enough to make you melt on the spot without all the lights on you adding to the heat. You try not to let it break your stride on stage. Spinning on the sole of your shoe, you face the back of the stage to compose your face and take a deep breath. You continue. The show must go on.

“Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry. And I know your favorite songs, and you tell me 'bout your dreams. Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me.”

You realize it’s all out in the open now. The Band-Aid has been ripped off and you might as well finish the song off strong. It’s easy to find Eddie’s eyes in the audience, wide as they are, and you keep eye contact as you sing the next part.

“Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.”

Eddie isn’t fully sure he’s awake. This has to be a dream, right? He’d pinch himself if he were able to move a muscle. Your eyes boring into his and baring your soul to him. There’s pressure on the back of his eyes and a fist clenching around his heart. How long have you been hurting over this?

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor all this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

Adrenaline is coursing through your body and you’re already worried about what’s going to happen when it wears off. You wish the song wouldn’t end so you don’t have to leave the stage and deal with whatever comes after.

“You belong with me. Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me? You belong with me.”

The cheers and applause are white noise to you. There’s only one other person in the room and he hasn’t moved a muscle; not even on his shocked face.

You give the crowd the best smile you can before exiting the stage. You drop the mic on a table and find the most isolated corner of the backstage that you can. Resting your head against the wall and taking big, deep breaths is all you can focus on.

Hands land gently on your shoulders, but you still jump. You spin around quickly and come face to face with the one person you no longer knew how to talk to. His big brown eyes are wide and glassy. He’s never resembled a baby cow more than he does in this moment. His mouth keeps opening and closing, as if he wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. That makes two of you.

“I didn’t know,” he finally says.

You close your eyes and nod. “I know. I didn’t want you to.”

Eddie shakes his head. “That’s not, um. That’s not what I meant.” He squeezes his eyes closed and licks over his lips. “I didn’t know. But she did.”

Your brow pinches in confusion and you shake your head. “I don’t understand.” The last thing you thought would be happening right now is Eddie trying to explain something to you.

“When I broke up with Chrissy.” Eddie sees the wince on your face at her name and it breaks his heart. How had he never noticed before? “She knew I loved you. She said she knew from day one. That’s why I didn’t text you right after I did it. I needed to think. About how true it was.”

“And?” The word barely squeaks out of you. Every nerve in your body was on edge, awaiting his response.

“After that?” Eddie gestures to the stage. “How could I have any doubt?”

His hand cups the back of your head gently and brings your mouth against his. His other hand snakes around your waist and your arms automatically come up to encircle his neck. It’s a gentle kiss, but it gets across all the emotions floating between the two of you. Relief, joy, love, excitement, fear, to name a few.

Eddie’s lips dance across yours again and again. You pull him closer, and he gets the hint, his tongue coming out to glide across your bottom lip. You happily part your lips for him.

“Y/n y/l/n….y/n y/l/n…y/n y/l/n?”

Eddie finally realizes your name is being called and pulls back from your lips. You whine and go to chase them, but Eddie chuckles and points towards the stage.

“Babe, I think you won,” he says.

You grin, never taking your eyes off him. You cup his jaw and lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“Oh, I know I did.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

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ell-alexanderarnold · 10 months

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trent request based on the song hurts so good by astrid s

Hurts So Good

Summary: Y/n and Trent’s situationship has been going on for almost a year, is it a situationship worth saving? Y/n is unsure…

Warnings: Kind of cheating idk, cursing, SAD

Angst

Note: Most of my angsts have good endings I’ve noticed… so I decided to give this one a sad ending 🤭

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You were in your bed ready to go sleep after a day filled with thoughts and emotions. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. It’s been weeks and to you it feels like years since you last saw him. You didn’t know what happened really, you two just stopped talking. And now you’re facing the consequences of not being as close to him as you once were, you are lonely without him. Trent, who always makes sure you don’t feel alone and proves to you that you are loved. He does not linger around your house no more. It’s empty without him.

Liverpool once again got one more win in their unbeaten run, and you were happy but you were even more happier for Trent.

You stared at your phone screen, seeing the number you are so familiar with, fighting the urge to not press ‘call’ but you listened to your mind playing games. Maybe he won’t answer after a game, it was late too but you couldn’t resist it. You listened to the signals and finally he picked up.

”Hello” Said the voice that you’ve not heard in a while.

“Hi, I’m sorry if I bother you I… just wanted to congratulate you on tonights win, you played very well” You began, fidgeting with your fingers as you waited for an answer.

“Thank you so much, did you watch the game?” Trent wondered.

“Oh yeah I did” You explained, feeling how the conversation died a bit and you sighed knowing what you’ll have to ask.

“When will I see you again, Trent?” You mumbled, only hearing the silence from him almost as you caught him off guard.

“I don’t know Y/n but it’ll be soon, I promise” He spoke up and you heard a big sigh coming from him.

Trent felt a knot in his stomach, he knew what he’d done and he knew you wouldn’t forgive him. But he thought it was best to just push it aside and find another solution, which was to keep seeing you as usual without messing up.

It was quiet on the phone, you felt like you were talking to a ghost until he finally uttered

“I love you Y/n, I’ll see you soon alright love?” He said in a raspy tone, and the words made you fall into his trap even more without knowing it.

“I love you too Trent, sleep well” You ended and it stayed silenced for a minute before you both hung up.

The emptiness was still there but filled with hope, hope that you will see him again soon. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to sit and wait for him to tell you that he misses you and that he needs you.

You needed the thinking to stop or the thought of Trent to stop. The only thing on your mind was that night in Spain last summer, and it were all you could think about. How he looked at you from across the room, how his brown eyes were glued on yours so perfectly and of course the hookup you both had. It was hard to move on from there after knowing that you two lived close to each other and started to see each other more often, then it became every two days.

And each day your crush got bigger and bigger, until now, you are convinced that you’re in love with him or maybe just in love with the idea of him.

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Another day goes by and you’re still thinking about what he said to you over the phone.

“I love you Y/n, I’ll see you soon alright love?”

The words kept repeating in your head. If he loved you why would he suddenly stop talking to you? Why would he stop calling every night to say that he misses you?

It’s becoming more and more alone in your apartment, you miss having Trent around. He would come to you every time after a hard day to just talk about his feelings, things that bothers him and you’d understand what he’s feeling. But nowadays he doesn’t show up.

As you were lost in your thoughts you heard a knock at your door, it was late and you didn’t want to expect anything but as soon as you opened your door, you saw him. You felt how your cheeks hurt from the big smile plastered on your face.

Trent entered and hugged you, you were in his arms again. His perfume, his gentle touch and just his presence was everything for you in the moment.

“Trent!” You gasped in surprise, he chuckled and let you of you to take off his shoes.

You led him to your sofa where you sat down with him, not believing that he’s actually with you.

“I’ve missed you, Y/n. I’ve missed you so” Trent expressed whilst you laid down in his arms. The both of you were quiet, you just took in seeing each other after such a long time.

“How have you’ve been?” Trent asked and took your hand.

“I don’t know honestly, it’s been lonely without you. Where have you’ve been?” You asserted, wanting to know why he’s been so distant.

“It’s been a very tight schedule, you know with all the games and that” He simply responded.

“Hmm okay” You hummed, confused because he’s schedule is just the same as before. He always has time for you in his “tight schedule” but now there’s none apparently. Has he given that time to someone or something else?

You rise up to go and get yourself some water, a sudden wave of anxiety hitting you. After all this time away from Trent you wonder if he even wants something to do with you anymore.

As you took a sip of your water you walked back to the sofa and sat down beside him. Trent looked like he was hiding something, but you couldn’t figure out what. He’s always been like that, mysterious it’s like you’re dealing with a puzzle trying to figure out where every piece should be.

“Why did you show up tonight?” You wearily asked, searching for a way to find out why he’s avoiding to see you.

“I missed you and I want you, it’s been a long time eh?” He simply responded but you could see. There’s something in his eyes, he’s keeping secrets.

“Wait, you want me?” You hesitated, knowing that Trent does not like to bring up whether you should make it official or not. Every time you’d bring it up he would shrug it off and tell you that he wants to keep it slow but it’s been a year now. How long is this going to last?

“I do want you Y/n but it’s complicated.” Trent sighed and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why is it complicated? We’ve got everything” You pushed. You two did have everything, almost.

“Yes but I feel like we still need to prove it” He said.

“Prove what? What is missing for you?” You challenged and you could feel how the conversation was drifting away, turning more into an argument.

“Nothing” Trent lied and sighed, got up from your sofa moving to your bedroom. You followed him, you could see that he was upset with the situation.

“Then what is the problem!” You blustered and your voice cracked, Trent turned around to face you and rolled his eyes at you crying.

“Are you seeing someone else?” You cried, looking at him with disappointment because you knew he was hiding something.

“I’m not Y/n why would you assume that?”

“Because you’ve been acting differently, you’ve been avoiding me, you never text me anymore. I’m not hearing anything from you!” You told him and laughed in disbelief.

“I’m not seeing anyone, just give me time Y/n” He argued and walked up to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pecked your forehead with his soft plumped lips.

“I’ve given you time, I’ve given you all the time in the world. Still you need more” You wept into his chest, feeling how his embrace comforted you at the same time as you were mad at him.

You wanted to trust him, to believe him that he wouldn’t have been with someone else behind your back. Because you two were sure how you felt about each other. Together or not you were his and he was yours, no one could take that away from you.

Trent began to move your body side to side to cheer you up, you giggled but you were still upset.

“Hey, what about you coming to my place tomorrow and we’ll watch a movie together” Trent considered and looked down at you with his puppy eyes, and once again you fell into his trap.

You hummed in response and let go of him, he walked to the hall and you were trailing behind him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow 7pm, don’t be late” Trent expressed and was all set to leave.

“I won’t” You said, and now you two stand there by the door with nothing to say. You looked at him, and something was still not right. You promised yourself to trust his words, he said he needed time. That’s what he said, he didn’t say he was seeing someone so you couldn’t just assume that but you still did.

“Y/n, come here” Trent broke off the silence and he wrapped his big arms around you. You sighed and before you could say anything he leaned in to kiss you. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks went red, he really could take away all your worries with just one simple kiss.

After he left you looked around your surroundings and everything reminded you of him. You stared at the sofa, imagining him still being in your presence. Your shirt smelt like him, that perfume that always smells so comforting and smells like Trent.

The worst part is that every time he leaves, it makes you want him even more.

Further another day waiting for you as you got ready to see Trent. You kept staring at the clock hoping that you would see 7pm on it, but the time stood still.

Ever since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t stopped thinking about the conversation you two had. About him seeing someone else, it was just stuck in your head. And again you kept thinking if he said that he loves you, why would he see someone else?

As the clock started to near 7pm you got ready to leave your apartment and took on your puffer jacket and your shoes, checking your natural makeup look one last time in the mirror before stepping out of the door.

You decided to walk to Trent due to the short distance between the two of you. A few months ago he would follow you back home after you’ve been at his place, and he would make sure you got home safe. But now he’s stopped doing that. He doesn’t even meet up with you in the middle of the road anymore just because he can’t stand waiting one more minute for you to approach his house.

It was dark and chilly outside and you couldn’t wait to get to Trent, he that always makes sure you’re warm and safe in his arms.

Your hands were in your pockets because of the cold and you took out your hand to open his gate, you walked slowly towards the door noticing that the light’s out when you’re approaching it.

You knock, and you knock again. No one’s opening the door. You stand there, thinking that he’s maybe busy at the moment or doesn’t hear you knocking. But it’s starting to get more cold and you pick up your phone to call him.

“Y/n❤️” is calling…

Trent looks over at his phone and shrugs the thought of you off until he remembers…

You can’t stand waiting no longer as you open up his front door, it’s dark in his living room and you reach for the light switch wishing you actually never did because of what your eyes is seeing.

Seeing his hands on her thigh made you sick to your stomach, your entire body froze. You couldn’t do or say anything at the moment. Trent hasn’t even noticed you standing in the corner watching, until you decide to take a step forward.

“Oh I understand why it’s why it’s complicated” You noted and watched Trent and the girl next to him turn their heads drastically to your direction.

Trent quickly took his hand off her thigh and she looked at Trent then walked out of the room, stormed past you with her intense perfume that gave you a big headache immediately.

You still stood there, you could hear the silence crying, and Trent looked over at you with glossy eyes knowing that he’s darkest secret has been revealed. The one he tried to hide you from, to protect you from with the knowledge that it would absolutely break you.

“Tr..” You couldn’t even stand to say his name.

“I’m not even surprised to be honest” You whispered as a tear left your eye, Trent stood up and walked towards you but you took a step back.

“Y/n I can explain…” He started but you easily cut him off.

“Nah it’s alright” You said and your voice was breaking, Trent got closer and tried to hold you but you put up your hands and froze again and now you were fully sobbing. You never ever thought you would not want his touch but here you are, not even wanting to see him.

“Guess you really didn’t think I’d find out” You sobbed, not knowing what to do. You wanted to leave his house as soon as you could but your eyes were filled with tears and your vision was blurry.

“Y/n I- I’m sorry this is the biggest mistake I’ve ever done please just listen” Trent explained while he was trying to get eye contact with you, but he didn’t find that look that would tell him that you’re forgiving him.

“Why would you even do that Trent? If you know how I feel, why? Please just tell me” You cried and began to make your way back to the hall to leave.

“I’m stupid I know, is just that we’ve been so far away from each other all the time and I missed you and I didn’t know what do to” Trent stated as he cried, begging you to stay.

“Oh my… I can’t. I literally live 10 minutes away from you! You could just tell me that you want see me” You snapped and opened his door, it was even more cold than before and it was raining, you stood waiting for him to say something but he didn’t.

The rain was pouring down on you, you were absolutely drained. Not only drained from the rain but also from this night. You couldn’t believe that it was happening to you, and you kept asking yourself why you’re even this hurt if you two aren’t even together.

Because Trent was everything to you, why would he not be? Everything about him was so special, so beautiful. It was everything you liked in a person the night you met him. He has treated you like no other has ever treated you before and it made you feel loved and worth something. But now when he’s thrown all of that trust you had for him away you don’t know what to do.

So many promises he made, every one was just added to the bunch of lies that you couldn’t see. You was blind by his lies and his love, was it even love? Everything he’d say or done to you made you think if he even meant it or cared about you in the first place.

When you finally approach your apartment after walking the most painful walk you’ve ever done in your life, you enter the door. Completely ice cold from the rain, you throw your jacket on the floor and then you go into the bathroom to shower.

You sat on the floor, looking up at the water that falls upon your skin. You could see your phone lighting up in the dark, multiple times and you could also see who was calling.

Trent.

You sighed and continued to wash out your conditioner before stepping out of the shower. You put on new clothes and tried your best to forget about everything that happened, but it wasn’t possible. In fact it was stuck in your head. That image of him sitting in his couch with somebody else, when it was supposed to be you.

You check your phone and you see hundreds of missed calls and texts from him seeing that he’s outside your door, and you can’t believe how he thinks that he can just try to fix everything like that.

Despite of what he’d done you still open the door. There he stood not even wet from the rain and you felt like an absolute idiot for letting him come in.

“Just wanted to make sure you got home safe” He began and you walked away from him, continuing to do your skincare after the shower.

He followed you, he could see that your whole body was exhausted from this evening and what he’d done to you.

You stood in front of the mirror applying your moisturiser and you could see him standing by the door watching you.

“I never meant to hurt you Y/n, and I know you’re hurt. And I’m never gonna forgive myself” Trent admitted and tears started to well up your eyes as you walked past him to get to your bedroom.

It didn’t matter how many times he told you that he’s sorry, you were still shattered and convinced that you do not do such a thing when you two know how you feel about one another.

“Tell me, what it’s like to have someone who’s always there for you? ‘Cause I wouldn’t know.” You mocked and a frown immediately appeared on his face.

“Y/n you know how fucking busy I am” He snapped and you rolled your eyes at his audacity to say something like that when you know there’s been plenty of time for him to see you.

“That’s not true.” You responded and now you stood facing him, he watched you brush your hair and his eyes followed every move you made until you walked past him again.

“Yes it is for goodness sake!” He scoffed, making you more and more angry wishing you never let him in.

“Guess you used your fucking time for someone else then, don’t come running back to me when she’s leaving you too” You shrugged and went to sit down by the sofa. It was all quiet again, the only thing that broke off the silence was you sniffing and Trent sighing. He sat down next to you and tried to tuck on strand of hair behind your ear but you pushed his hand off.

“You’re pretty when you cry, you know that right?” He whispered and took your hand, making small circles with his thumb which you didn’t know comforted you.

“Don’t start, please” You sighed and looked away from him.

“Start what?”

“Just don’t say things like that.” You told him.

“Why not?” He challenged and you started to lose your mind, your emotions were bubbling over and you decided to get up from the sofa, indicating for him to leave.

“Fuck, just go home please” You said, wearily and he stood up, walked up to you and now you were standing face to face. Your lips inches away from each other.

You thought if you two were meant to be, you would’ve been by now. But you weren’t and it was only for you to accept it.

“I see, it’s only when you’re about to lose someone that you pay attention.” You scoffed and laughed a little, how dumb can he be? Thinking you’ll forgive him just like that with his petty apology-kisses.

Trent understood and he knew. He knew he has lost you forever. He’s never going to find someone like you, someone who has that twinkle in their eye. Someone who cares for him like you do, love him like you do, he’s never going to find you in another person.

He wanted to kiss you, of course he did and you did too but there was no spark between you two to kiss anymore. It has died, that spark is gone probably far, far away from the two of you.

“Y/n I want you to know that I loved you, and I still love you. I will probably love you forever” He confessed.

“No, you will not Trent” You muttered wanting nothing but for him to leave.

“I’ll wait for you” He added and his voice broke and he started to cry, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t please.” You ended and now you both stood there. Once again the conversation went quiet and you could feel an extreme wave of emotions washing over you, memories with him, meeting his family for the first time, everything was almost like a recap of what you’ve been through together. And now it comes to an end? Just because of him, going behind your back.

He slowly opened the door, whilst you tried not to break down in tears but you failed. It hurts so good but too much for you to handle. You really loved him but at the end of the day, loving him has consequences.

“Wait Trent” You blubbered and he turned around with tears running from his eyes. You went to hug him one last time. You both sobbed, knowing it was best for the both of you to end on “good terms”.

“I’m so sorry my Y/n, I love you so” He cried and his head laid on your shoulder, not wanting to let you go.

“I don’t want to let go” He whispered.

“You have to” You uttered and let go off him, your eyes were filled with tears and so were his, but you couldn’t be with him any longer.

“I love you, please don’t think of me. Focus on the football and your family. Know that together or apart I’ll be your biggest supporter T, cheering on you from the sidelines.”

You ended and he looked at you one last time with his mesmerising brown eyes.

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It’s been months since you last saw Trent. You’ve been working a lot and you’ve been doing better since you stopped seeing him. But when you feel alone, the thinking starts again. You miss him one day, another day you’re not. It goes in waves, but you know better than to start talking with him again and then experience the same thing all over again.

As you were getting ready for your first date since you met Trent, you were searching for a specific purse. You found it, you hadn’t used it for almost a year and you also found a lipgloss you’ve been missing. While you continued to emptying it, you found a piece of paper.

Without noticing tears started to fall down on your cheeks. You know who’s handwriting it was and you knew exactly which night it was written on. The night you two met, he must’ve put the letter in your purse when you didn’t see. You never opened it when you searched your bag last year because you thought it was just a receipt.

Everything came back to you. That night in Spain, late nights at his house, everything just came back. It has ruined your entire mood, forcing you tell your date that you can’t make it. And at this point, after all these months it makes you wonder.

Are you getting over him or just pretending to?

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livesincerely · 3 months

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i was just reading back through your writer’s desks and remembered how much i loved the slideshow au! no pressure but do you have anymore thoughts on it? it’s just one of my faves <3

The outline/notes for that one are still in the very early stages but I’m happy to share what I’ve got so far!

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He’s waiting for Tony to come back from the bathroom, the next episode of Crime Scene Kitchen queued up on the tv, when his phone vibrates with a text from Jack.

this prod meeting is running long, probs won’t be back until late. Go ahead and watch w/o me

Everything ok?

ya but part of the set got busted during a scene change so I gotta figure when/how to fix it before tomorrow night

I’ll put your takeout in the fridge and save you some egg rolls

and that’s why you’re my favorite

Say hi to Medda for me

of course

“Jack’s not going to be home until late,” Davey announces as Tony wanders back into the living room. “He says we should start without him.”

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“Dave,” Tony says, sighing deeply. “Why am I looking at a PowerPoint titled, “Jack Kelly + David Jacobs: A Comprehensive Argument for Maintaining Equilibrium.”

Davey pins him with a scathing look. “It’s a Google Slides presentation, you godless heathen.”

“What the fuck?” Tony asks, ignoring him, clicking rapidly through the screens. “When did you even make this?”

Davey shifts in his seat. “I mean, it’s more of a living document, so it’s never really finished—“

“Davey.”

“A couple years ago, I guess,” Davey says. “Give or take.”

Tony squints at the computer screen. “It’s saved on your old university account.”

“Okay, or maybe it was three months into junior year!” Davey admits, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was a stressful semester and I was super nervous about failing my animal science midterm and Jack was out on a date with that PoliSci major that lived upstairs and— And the when isn’t the point! The point is, according to my research, telling Jack isn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship.”

“What are these graphs even measuring?” Tony asks, staring at one of the slides. “‘Overall Happiness, Jacobs v Others’?”

….

“Well, your math is absolute shit, for one thing,” Tony says, frowning at a graph entitled ‘Art Pieces per Subject’. Davey’s name is sitting in dead last. “There’s no way these numbers are right. Jack draws you literally all of the time.”

Davey frowns right back at him. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Uh, yeah he fucking does,” Tony disagrees. “You’re, like, one of his favorite things to make art of, period. He spends about half his time bitching about how copic doesn’t make a marker that matches your eyes—at this point I’m pretty sure he’s got more drawings of you than actual pictures.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if Jack suddenly started drawing me,” Davey scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s not like he’s subtle when something’s caught his eye. Plus, he lets me flip through his sketchbooks whenever he finishes filling one and I’m almost never in them.”

“Which one?” Tony asks.

Davey blinks. “Which one, what?”

“Which one,” Tony repeats, oddly intent. “Which sketchbook does he show you?”

“What do you mean, which one?” Davey asks, irritated. “The only one! The one he always— it’s not like it’s some big secret!”

Tony stares. Then Tony sighs.

Very quietly, Davey hears him mutter, “…pair of fucking morons.”

…..

“Okay, but, riddle me this,” Tony says. “Why don’t you just tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“What’s the worst that could— I literally just went over all the reasons why that’s a horrible idea!” Davey exclaims. “It would ruin everything!”

“I really don’t think it would, Dave,” Tony says. “You and Jack… will ya at least think about it?”

“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Davey says, and to his horror, he can feel his eyes starting to sting. “I can’t.”

“Want me to do it?” Tony offers, and he says it like a joke but Davey knows him too well to think that he’s anything but absolutely serious.

He jolts forward, arms outstretched as if to preemptively cram the words back down his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tones, I am so fucking serious—“

“Okay, okay!” Tony says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I won’t snitch on your neurotic ass, even if it’d make you happier in the long run. My word as my bond or whatever.”

Davey huffs out a laugh, and it’s only a little teary. “Fuck you, my neurotic ass is the reason you made it to graduation, shithead.”

…..

“Hey, can I borrow your laptop?” Jack asks. “Mine’s dead and I left my charger at the theater.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Davey absently responds.

…..

“Davey,” Jack says, voice straining. “What the hell is this?”

“What is what?” Davey asks.

“This.” He turns the laptop around and— oh shit. It’s The Argument.

He feels his blood run cold. “Oh,” he says. “That.”

“Dave,” Jack says, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. “Did you make a fucking PowerPoint about me? About us?”

Davey swallows. “…It’s actually a Google Slides presentation,” he says weakly.

…..

“You’re telling me this is nothing?” Jack demands, incredulous. He tilts the screen back to show Davey the current slide, which is just an enlarged photo of Jack’s handsome, smiling face, surrounded by a halo of red arrows and the caption, ‘JUST LOOK AT HIM,’ written in boldfaced text. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Maybe we can stop looking at it now,” Davey says, loudly. He leans over the back of the couch, making another panicked grab for his laptop, but Jack dodges out of the way, clicking to the next slide.

#*ask #newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #the google slides fic #this is the roughest of rough drafts but I hope it was legible and made some kind of sense?#hope you enjoy!!!#☺️

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' he’s your cocky orchestra partner, what happens when practice turns into something more? genre ' school rivals to lovers romance req ' yes

fem!reader x rival!jake

word count ' 1.2k warning ' smut

notes ' thanks for reading & thank you so much for all the support even when i'm on my short hiatuses? much love mwaaa

심재윤 —

“be serious.” you tell your teacher sitting in the first chair. “i don’t want to do this piece with him as my stand partner.”

your teacher looks at you and laughs, “don’t you trust my judgement sweetie?”

you roll your eyes, “well yes, but i don’t agree with it.”

you teacher sighs, “orchestra isn’t a competition, you both are just as good.”

“i’ve been in the first chair for awhile, i think i’m better.” jake says, cockily.

you roll your eyes at his remark, “oh please, we both know whose the better violinist.”

jake laughs and puts the music sheet on the stand, “make sure to keep up.”

“you cant go presto in this music without learning how to play allegro first.” you tell jake sighing.

“maybe you cant, but i can.” he says beginning to play.

he was good, that was something everyone knew. but the way he was so cocky about it, it was an ick.

you sit down in your seat and put your hand on the sheet of music, “next time, don’t start without me.”

your teacher looks at you and gives you a thumbs up before helping one of the violin two students tune their instrument.

you rosin your bow before fixing your posture and setting the instrument by your collarbone. “ready?” you ask as jake nodded.

- ts -

practice didn’t go too bad, you were able to get through the whole piece making annotations here and there. you begin to pack up your instrument and put the music in the folder, until your teacher stopped you and jake.

“i know you guys hate each other, but you really sounds well south each other when you play.” she compliments. “i do think there can be a little more work done, you guys should work in this piece after school together, and fix the rivalry you have.”

jake laughs, “you’re joking right?”

“it’s important you guys learn how to work together without giving each other the death stare, so no, im not joking.” she tells the two of you smiling.

you look and him and purse your lips, “well… i guess we’re stuck together, buddy!”

jake pulls out his phone and hands it to you, “give me your number, i’ll text you a place we should meet.”

you take his phone and put your number in, saving your contact.

“please try to work it out, everyone can see the tension between you two.” your teacher says sighing, “my two best students, and you guys hate each other”

“hates a strong word.” you tell her laughing. “anyways, have a good day! i’ll see you next class.”

you wave goodbye to her and jake does as well as the two of you walk out of class together and part ways the second you step out of the door.

- ts -

“is this seriously where we are practicing?” you ask looking around. “don’t you think it would be better if we worked in like, the living room?”

jake shrugs, “i think my room is big enough for two, are you scared we’re going to do more than practice?” he asks jokingly.

you roll your eyes, “don’t even go there.”

“why not? scared you’ll fall in love?” he asks leaning in.

you lean back and push him away, “can we just get started.”

he laughs and opens his folder which contained the music sheet. “ready?”

you nod and get into position for the piece.

—

this continued for days, meeting up practicing. to be honest, you guys did grow closer. the rivalry was still there, but he couldn’t say he hated you as a person.

“you guys almost seem like friends.” the teacher says laughing.

your smile turns into a straight face, “we aren’t.”

jake laughs, “just strictly stand partners."

—

what a lie. just strictly stand partners.

"are you sure you want to do this?" jake asks as he hovers over you keeping your hands above your head.

you give him a breathy nod, "yes."

jake goes down and begins to kiss your lips, it wasn't something he thought he'd taste. it wasn't something he though would drive him crazy.

the way he smiled against your lips wasn't something you'd find causing butterflies in your stomach. and it was definitely a weird feelings.

the person you hated now on top of you asking, "does this feel good?" as his hand begins to go down your soaked panties.

but the moans coming from your mouth gave him the answer, "i've never done this before." you admit moaning.

jake smiles, "neither have i."

he continues to kiss you as his hands wandering on your clothed pussy, "can i?" you ask reaching for the button on his pants.

he gives you a nod and you sit up straight pulling down his pants. "do you have protection?" you asks laying back down propping yourself up with your elbows.

jake nods, "just a sec."

he reaches for his violin can and pulls out the condom from the zipper, "don't ask."

you laugh, "in the violin case? really?"

"just shut up and kiss me y/n." he tells you as he goes back down on you with the condom on.

“how did we end up here?” you ask breathily.

“not sure but i guess we can thank our orchestra teacher, right?” jake says with a lightly chuckle.

his cock was hard, and the condom held the bits of precut that was leaking from the tip.

"stop staring, you're making me embarrassed." he admits as you continue to kiss him with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"trust me, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you tell him as you reach for his hard cock that you begin to stroke up and down.

jake moans lightly as he begins to position himself, the tip of his cock brushed against the lips of your pussy and you throw your head back, "fuck i'm scared." you admit laughing.

"me fucking too." jake says putting his forehead against yours. "ready?" he asks you, lips barely touching.

you give him and nod and feel his length begin to enter you. "fuck." you moan.

you didn't realize how wet you've gotten for him until you realized how easy it was for him to slip it in.

"you're so fucking hot." jake groans as he begins to thrust slowly, "is this okay?"

you give him a nod as pretty moans leave your mouth, "fast...faster.."

jake interlocks his hands with yours as he continues to thrust into you at a steady pace.

"fuck y/n i might come." jake groans as he speeds up a little.

"that's...that's fine..." you tell him moaning.

"but what about you pretty girl?" he asks as he continues to thrust as his quick pace.

"maybe i can guide you when you're done." you moan causing jake to cum into the condom.

"fuck." he breathes out before pulling out.

he plops down next you, "what can i do for you baby?"

you turn to your side facing him and whisper in his ear, "eat me out."

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lfcslut · 1 year

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golden - part II

kylian mbappe x female reader

summary: you are childhood best friends with kylian. he grew up to become a professional football player, and you grew up to become a sports journalist. but what happens when outside forces test the limits of your love and friendship?

words: 4.7k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, violence, mentions of blood, alcohol, mentions of sex

author's note: thank you so much for the feedback on part i 🥺 you all are truly the best. please let me know what you think about part ii. i absolutely loved writing this one! and don't worry, there will be more kylian and soph in the next part :)

“You did what?”

You were sitting on your friend Lila’s bed. You had just told her about what had transpired between you and Lucas the night before. You were nervous, not knowing how she would react to your escapades.

“Soph, I have never known you to sleep with someone on the first date. And I’ve known you for a long time.”

It was true. You, Lila, and Kylian had all grown up in the same suburb of Paris and gone to primary school together. The three of you had grown up watching football - so much so that two out of the three of you had decided to pursue it as a career. Lila, being the sensible one, had decided to go into business instead, but the two of you remained best friends to this day.

“I know, I know. I surprised myself, too,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Since leaving Lucas’s place this morning, your thoughts were all over the place. The sex had been good - like, really good. Better sex than you had in a long time. And Lucas had been so sweet. He had even offered to cook you breakfast that morning. But you had declined and rushed out of his apartment in a hurry. He had texted you a few hours later, but you still hadn’t responded.

“Well… do you like him?” asked Lila.

“You know, I think I do,” you answered truthfully.

“Then why haven’t you texted him back yet?” Lila asked incredulously. “He’s gonna think you only used him for sex.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I don’t know. It feels weird. We barely know each other and he’s already seen me naked.”

“I mea, you’ve been texting for weeks now, right? I think you know him a little bit better than that.”

Lila was right. It wasn’t like you were a total prude. You had gotten to know Lucas fairly well over the past few weeks, so why did it feel so weird that you had slept with him?

“What’s bothering you?” asked Lila. She knew you better than anyone - even better than Kylian, to be honest. And that was saying something.

“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about that article you sent me,” you finally admitted, looking down so as to not see Lila’s reaction.

“About Kylian?” Lila asked. She had always said that there was something between you and Kylian, but the three of you had been friends for so long that your closeness with him was like second nature at this point.

You nodded. “I don’t know why, but I got so mad after I saw that. Like, so mad that I immediately went to Lucas’s place and slept with him. And don’t get me wrong, I wanted to do it. I just wonder if I would have done it if I hadn’t seen that photo.”

Lila nodded and paused for a moment, thinking over her thoughts. “Do you think… do you think you were jealous?” She finally asked the question that you had been wondering this whole time.

“I don’t know, Li. I really don’t know,” you answered truthfully, knowing you couldn’t keep a secret from Lila to save your life. Lila and Ky were the two people on this earth who could read you like a book. “I was just upset that he would rub it in my face like that. He never lets the paps catch him with a girl.”

Lila nodded, agreeing with you. You hadn’t spoken to Kylian since the gala, which had been two days ago at this point. Your mind wandered to everything he could be doing right now… was he still with her? Had they spent the weekend together? And most of all, why did you care so much? You thought about checking your phone to see if he had followed anyone new on Instagram, but you stopped yourself. You were acting crazy. Kylian wasn’t even yours - not even close. He was a single man, free to do whatever - and whomever - he wanted.

Lila decided to make you lunch - your favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup - to get your mind off of things. Afterwards, the two of you sat on the couch together and watched the latest episode of Love Island together. This was your favorite pastime - sitting in Lila’s apartment, watching trashy television.

“Oh shit,” Lila said while the two of you were scrolling through your phones during an advertisement.

“What?”

Lila hesitated, looking up at you quickly and then back down at her phone. “I think you need to see this,” she finally said, handing her phone to you. You looked at her screen, and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck. This is the girl from the gala?” you asked, but it was more of a statement than a question. There was no way you would forget her perfect fucking face that was so symmetrical and toned that you had thought there was no way this girl wasn’t a model. And there she was, looking up at you with your best friend next to her.

“Yeah, I thought she looked familiar. Her name’s Chloe, I think she’s an actress. I’ve seen her on TV before,” Lila said warily. “I can’t believe she would post this…”

“And Kylian fucking commented on it? With fucking heart eyes? Jesus Christ.” You tossed the phone back to Lila, unable to look at the photo any longer.

Lila paused for a moment, deep in thought with her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to say something supportive, but what is there to say in a situation like this? “Babe, it doesn’t mean anything. She obviously just wanted to show off that she met Kylian Mbappe.”

“Yeah but he didn’t have to fucking comment on it!”

Kylian had never before publicly acknowledged any of the girls he had been linked to… well, except for you, but that didn’t really count. Sure, he would like a photo here and there, but he had never gone so far as to comment on a picture like this. And the fact that he was cool with her posting this publicly?

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say. You thought about all the comments that Kylian had left on your instagram posts. He made it a habit to like everything you posted, and most of the time he would leave a comment too, ranging from the cheesy (my best friend ❤️ was a comment he had left when you won a journalism award one year) to the cheeky (I see you’re hard at work 😉 when you had been sent to Cannes on assignment and spent the majority of the time lounging on the beach).

“Soph, he’s an idiot,” Lila finally said, breaking the tense air. “Forget about him and think about sexy Lucas, who’s probably wondering why you haven’t texted him back yet.”

You chuckled at Lila’s nickname for Lucas. “You know what? You’re right.” You grabbed your phone and began texting Lucas back.

FIVE DAYS LATER

“Bro, have you seen what the papers are saying?”

Kylian was sitting on the couch in Achraf’s house after training while Achraf was in the kitchen preparing a snack. This had become somewhat of a nightly ritual for them after practice.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re going crazy over you and that Chloe chick. Are you telling me you haven’t seen it?” Achraf asked, bringing a bowl of popcorn over to the couch and sitting down next to Kylian.

Kylian shrugged. “You know I don’t pay attention to that bullshit.”

“Who even is she? Did you hook up with her?”

“Yeah,” Kylian said nonchalantly. He glanced at his phone and, ironically, noticed a Snapchat from Chloe pop up. He didn’t even bother opening it and went to his messages app, secretly hoping that he would see your name at the top. He had been doing this for the past few days since the night of the gala - intermittently opening his last text thread with you, hoping that you had texted him and he had just somehow missed it. Each time, he was inevitably disappointed.

“And you thought you’d tell me that when?” Achraf asked.

“It’s not a big deal, bro. But now she won’t stop messaging me.”

“Well, yeah. Don’t you think you’re sending her mixed signals?” Achraf said, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and offering some to Kylian, who declined.

Kylian groaned, throwing his head back on the couch and closing his eyes. Why had he left a comment on her post? And why was he still messaging her? Achraf was right. He was sending this poor girl mixed messages. He couldn’t help it though - sure, she was attractive and sweet, but his mind was elsewhere.

Kylian opened the Snapchat from Chloe, which was a mirror selfie of her in the bathroom of a bar. He scrolled up and commented “wow 😍”

“There you go with the heart eyes again!” Achraf exclaimed, peeking over Kylian’s shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?’

Kylian sighed. “I don’t know, man. I like her and all, but… I don’t know if I”m totally into it.”

Achraf nodded, throwing more popcorn into his mouth before finally saying, “Do you think it’s because of Soph?”

Kylian didn’t answer and his silence more or less affirmed Achraf’s question. This was the first time the two of you had an argument that lasted more than a few hours. And he had been the one to start it, which he was kicking himself over now. Once again, Kylian had let his short fuse get the better of him.

“Why don’t you just talk to her and apologize?” Achraf asked, as if the solution to his problems was as simple as that. Kylian had been asking himself this same question for the past five days, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t know if it was his ego that was getting in the way or if he just didn’t know what to say - probably both, he admitted to himself.

When Kylian didn’t respond, Achraf turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. When he didn’t find anything that he liked, he turned to Kylian and said, “Let’s go out tonight.”

Kylian was in such a daze, throwing around possible scenarios of how to apologize to you, that he almost didn’t hear what Achraf had said. “Huh? Go out?”

“Yeah, there’s this house party tonight that people are going to.”

“House party? What are we, 18?”

“Shut up, man. It’ll be fun.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

That was how Lila had convinced you to go to the party of some guy you didn’t even know. Lila was a social butterfly, with connections to almost every prominent social circle in Paris, and it was a friend of a friend's birthday or something like that. Lila had told you to bring Lucas, and Lucas had of course agreed. It had only been about a week since your date - if you could call showing up unannounced at his house and then sleeping together a date - but the two of you had spent pretty much every night together since then.

You and Lila got ready together at your place that night. You decided to wear a long-sleeved little black dress that fit snugly around your figure. You were sitting on the floor in front of your full-length mirror doing your makeup, while Lila was at your vanity. You were wearing your hair curly tonight, and it fell gently across your shoulders.

“So when’s your boyfriend coming to pick us up?” Lila asked.

“He’ll be here any minute now, and he’s not my boyfriend!” you retorted, giving Lila a nasty look while she just grinned. Lucas had offered to drive the two of you to the party tonight. It had barely been a week, so naturally neither you nor Lucas had brought up exclusivity yet. Though with how much time the two of you spent together, you were finding it hard to believe that there was anyone else in his life.

“I saw his toothbrush in the bathroom,” Lila said casually as she applied her mascara.

“Wow, nosy much!”

“I had to take a piss and it was in plain sight!” Lila exclaimed, and the two of you laughed. “So, he’s been spending every night here?”

You hesitated, creeping towards the vanity to steal Lila’s eyeshadow palette. “Well, yeah. Pretty much every night this week.”

“Ooooh. If that’s not a boyfriend then I don’t know what is.” Lila teased, smirking. “Even my sneaky link isn’t over at mine that often.”

As you finished applying your makeup, you finally gathered up the courage to ask the question that had been on your mind since Lila had told you about this party. “Are you sure there’s no chance Kylian will be there tonight?”

“Well, I can’t guarantee it, but Paris is a pretty big city. I’d say the odds are slim,” Lila said, turning to look at you. “You two still haven’t made up, then?”

You shook your head. This was definitely the longest the two of you had gone without speaking. You wondered if perhaps this was it - if this was the fight to end all the fights, the one that would put a halt to your decades long friendship forever. To be honest, if he were to apologize to you today, you would probably forgive him. But that was the thing with Kylian - he was too stubborn to ever admit that he was wrong. You were usually the one who initiated apologies. But not this time.

“You two look gorgeous tonight,” Lucas said as you and Lila got into his car. You noticed that his eyes were only on you though, and this made you smile.

“Thank you, Lucas. And thank you for offering to chauffeur us,” Lila said, turning to you and winking.

“It’s my pleasure, ladies.”

As you drove towards where the party was located, you realized that this neighborhood looked familiar. It was the neighborhood where Kylian lived. You groaned under your breath when you realized this. You suddenly imagined you and Lucas running into him and Chloe at the party. The thought of this made you cringe. How fucking awkward would that be. Get a grip, Sophie, you thought to yourself. Lila was right. Paris was a huge city, what were the chances?

Not so slim, after all, it turned out. When Lucas pulled into the driveway of the house, you realized that this was more than just a house - it was a mansion. Beautiful stone finishes, tall glass windows, and a pool that was larger than your entire flat. The place was filled to the brim with people, and as the three of you entered, you could hardly hear your own thoughts over the loud music.

Somehow, Lila had spotted some of her friends as soon as she walked in, which left you and Lucas alone to wander around. A waitress walked up to you and offered you a drink, which you gladly accepted.

Unbeknownst to you, over on the other side of the house, Kylian and Achraf were walking in through the back gates.

“Whose party even is this?” Kylian asked, as the two of them walked through the sea of people on the back patio, many of them turning their heads to see if that really was Kylian Mbappe and Achraf Hakimi who had just walked in. Achraf was dressed in a dark green bomber jacket and jeans, while Kylian was in a black button-down.

Achraf shrugged. “Some Youtuber, I think?” The two of them headed to the outdoor bar and ordered their respective drinks, both non-alcoholic as they had training the next day. Kylian’s phone buzzed.

“Shit, Chloe is asking me where I am,” Kylian said. He began to draft a response but then deleted it, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m just gonna ignore her.”

He turned to Achraf, who was busy looking at his own phone, clearly not paying attention to what his friend was saying. “I think Brice is here!” Achraf said excitedly, as he brought his phone to his ear. “Mon pote, where are you?” He yelled while searching around the patio, looking for Tchaga. “What? In the kitchen?” Achraf screamed louder this time, but it was no use. “Damn, I can’t hear a thing,” he said, hanging up. “Let’s walk around and find him.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, you and Lucas had perched yourselves on the counter. You were on your second glass of champagne while Lucas was sipping on a beer. These days, you were somewhat of a lightweight, and so this second glass had resulted in you becoming tipsy and flirtier than usual.

“Imagine living in a house like this,” you said to Lucas, as you dreamingly stared up at the chandelier dangling above your heads.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with all the space, honestly,” Lucas responded, taking your hand into his and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. You welcomed the embrace and rested your head against his shoulder. Even amongst all the people and noise around you, you felt surprisingly peaceful sitting here on a stranger’s counter, cuddled up with this boy you might just be falling for.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Lucas said into your ear, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Me too,” you responded, looking up at Lucas. You put your hand behind his head and pulled him close to you, pressing your lips to his.

“Sophie?”

You heard a familiar voice behind you. You pulled away from Lucas and turned around to see Kylian standing behind you. Achraf stood next to him, his mouth hanging slightly open as his eyes traveled between the three of you.

“Kylian. Achraf.” Fuck. There was no doubt in your mind that they had seen your kiss. This was definitely not what you had imagined your reunion with Kylian would be like. Both you and Lucas got up off the counter and turned to face the two of them.

“Mbappe and Hakimi? No fucking way,” Lucas exclaimed, clearly oblivious to the awkward tension in the air.

“I’m sorry, was I talking to you?” Kylian asked angrily, his eyes turning towards Lucas. “Who even are you?”

“Kylian, please,” you urged through gritted teeth.

“Jeez, no need to be so hostile, man. I was just saying hi,” Lucas responded, taken aback by Kylian’s sudden combative demeanor.

“He’s with me,” you said firmly.

Kylian nodded and a small smile formed on his face. “Oh right. This must be that intern you’re fucking. Lucas, is it?”

“Ky, stop it,” Achraf said, pulling on his friend’s shoulder, but Kylian stayed dead in his tracks. By this point, the room had gone somewhat quiet, with most of the people around you watching the scene unfold in front of them. You saw Brice walking towards the pair, the look of delight on his face at having finally found his friends quickly turning into one of unease as he realized what was going on.

“Wow,” Lucas scoffed. “I guess it’s true what they say about your ego.”

“What did you just say?” Kylian asked, stepping closer to Lucas.

“Kylian, let’s go,” said Achraf, attempting to come between the two men, but Kylian wouldn’t let him.

“You heard me,” said Lucas, who was also now inching towards the footballer. “I thought people were just jealous when they said you were an arrogant prick who thinks too highly of himself. Turns out they were right.”

Before you knew what was happening, Kylian had swung a punch, his fist landing straight onto Lucas’s nose. You screamed, running in between the two of them, as Brice and Achraf quickly pulled Kylian away before he could do any more damage

“Oh my god, Lucas! Are you okay?” Lucas’s head was down and both of his hands were holding onto his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” said Kylian, who looked genuinely surprised at what he had just done.

“Get out! Just fucking leave!” You screamed at Kylian, before turning back to Lucas. You grabbed a kitchen towel and pressed it to his nose, which looked like it was almost certainly broken. Behind you, Brice and Achraf had finally gotten Kylian to come away with them as they exited the room.

“I’m fine,” said Lucas, taking the towel from your hands and using it to dab his nose. “Was that your ex? You never told me you used to date Mbappe.”

“No, no, he’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, feeling tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“It didn’t seem like he was just a friend.”

By this point, Lila had also heard the commotion and had come to your side, looking confused as to what she had just walked into.

“Lucas, please, I can explain,” you pleaded. “Let me take you home.”

“I’m fine. I can get home by myself,” Lucas said.

“You’re in no shape to drive! Let us take you,” Lila chimed in.

“I’d rather not,” Lucas said coldly. “Are you two okay to get home on your own?”

You and Lila nodded.

“Alright. Well, I’ll see you later, I guess.” Lucas barely looked at you as he left the kitchen and headed towards the front entrance. By this point, tears were streaming down your face.

Lila turned to you. “Are you okay, Soph? What happened?”

You shook your head, unable to speak as you attempted to wipe away the mixture of tears and mascara that stained your cheeks.

“Fuck. Okay, let me call us a cab.”

You and Lila both sat in silence during the taxi ride back home. Lila didn’t press the matter any further, which you were grateful for. She knew that you would tell her what had happened when you were ready.

Wanting to make sure that Lucas made it home okay, you pulled out your phone and noticed that you had five missed calls from Kylian, as well as a slew of unread text messages and voicemails.

You were absolutely fuming as you scrolled through the messages. You knew that Kylian sometimes had a short fuse, but he typically reserved that for the football pitch. You had never before seen him be physically violent with someone. Especially when all Lucas had done was attempt to say hello to him. Besides, wasn’t Kylian the one who had very publicly hooked up with someone just recently? You could feel your eyes well up again. Before you could spend any more time reading through his messages, you deleted all of them, along with the voicemails he had left you. You then decided to take it one step further and blocked him.

The two of you got home shortly after midnight. You didn’t want to be alone, so Lila decided that she would spend the night with you. As soon as you got home, you went into your bathroom and locked the door. You looked at yourself in the mirror - you were sweaty, your hair was a tangled mess, and almost all of your makeup had come off by now. You sat down on the toilet and began quietly sobbing. Not only had you ruined a good thing with Lucas, but your friendship with Kylian was almost definitely over. As you wept, you weren’t quite sure which relationship you were mourning more.

Lila slept next to you that night. Your mind was racing too much for you to be able to sleep, so after a few hours of lying in bed wide awake, you decided to go into the living room and occupy your mind by watching some television. The couch was where Lila found you the next morning, passed out, with the TV still blaring.

“Soph. Soph, wake up.”

She called your name several more times before you finally opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and saw Lila standing over you.

“Shit. What time is it?” you asked, reaching around for your phone.

“It’s almost noon.”

You groaned. You weren’t sure what time you had fallen asleep last night - it definitely wasn’t any earlier than 6AM. You finally found your phone in between two of the couch cushions. Your heart sank when you realized Lucas still hadn’t texted you back. You had sent him several messages the night before, asking if he was okay and begging him to let you explain the situation between you and Kylian.

“I’m going to put on some tea,” Lila yelled from the kitchen. “Meanwhile, do you want to finally tell me what happened last night?”

You unraveled the events of last night to Lila on your kitchen counter over tea and toast. Lila called Kylian a number of various expletives and applauded you for blocking him. Once Lila had left, an idea came over you. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and into something somewhat presentable before heading into your car. Before you could even think about what you were doing, you had arrived at Lucas’s place and were knocking on the door.

“Hi,” you said quietly when Lucas opened the door to you.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

Lucas didn’t answer, but opened the door all the way, letting you come in. You took a seat on his couch and he did the same, sitting across from you. His nose was still swollen and red, but the bleeding had stopped.

“Your nose looks better,” you said after a moment.

“Thanks. The doctor said it isn’t broken.”

“That’s great news.”

The two of you once again sat in silence for a few minutes before you finally couldn’t handle the tension any longer.

“Listen, I’m so sorry about what happened last night. Kylian isn’t my ex. We never dated. He is - well, was - my best friend. We grew up together. There’s never been anything romantic between us, I swear.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Every guy I’ve ever dated has had a problem with how close we are. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with us, so after I met you, I distanced myself from him. Because I knew I felt different about you than any other guy I’ve been with, and I didn’t want our friendship to ruin what we had. Kylian didn’t like that, so that’s why he’s mad at me. And you, I guess.”

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t.

“Lucas, I really, really like you, and I’m so sorry for what happened. If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But I think we have something really good and I would hate to ruin it. Can we give this another shot, please?”

You were surprised at your own words. You had never worn your heart on your sleeve like this before. All your life, you had feared looking desperate. You never wanted to be one of those girls who begged for a man to come back into her life. And yet, here you were.

Once again, Lucas didn’t say anything for a moment. Just as you were about to grab your purse and head out the door, he finally smiled softly. “Of course we can,” he said, ushering for you to come sit next to him. “I’m sorry for how I reacted last night, too.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You have nothing to be sorry about!” You exclaimed as you walked over to him and embraced him. When you pulled away, Lucas held your face in his hands and said, “I really like you, too, Sophie. This past week with you has been amazing.” He brought your lips to his and kissed you. You let his tongue enter your mouth.

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch together. At some point that evening, Lucas had turned to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was fast - it had only been one week, after all - but you didn’t hesitate when you told him yes.

tag list: @4nn4rchive, @pjofics, @cinderellawithashoe, @azestar12334, @mbapbaesluvr, @mentalbaddie, @i0veless, @kyksgirl sorry if i forgot anyone!

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fic #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fanfiction #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe angst #football fic #football fanfic #football fanfiction #football imagine

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buddiefix · 3 months

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Different First Meeting Fic's

The following are some buddie fanfiction that involve a different first meeting.

if it weren’t for second chances by alasse

9-1-1 (TV)

When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.

—or—

A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).

Language: English Words: 47,870 Chapters: 2/2

he hits my heart like a homerun by browney3dgirl6

9-1-1 (TV)

“What’re you gonna do with that?” Eddie asked, tilting his chin toward the baseball. Evan shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe get it signed? You know the most expensive autographed baseball sold for over one hundred and ninety thousand dollars?” Eddie did not. “I don’t think anyone here’s that famous, but I just like to collect stuff wherever I go, you know?” He didn’t; not really. “Guess I haven’t traveled a lot of places I wanted to take souvenirs from. Bullets don’t exactly make good gifts or antiques. He hadn’t meant to let those words slip out, but something about Evan kept him brutally honest. It was like he couldn’t even tell the guy the simplest white lie. “Yea, guess you wouldn’t.”

—or—

the one where Buck and Eddie meet on a random Wednesday at a baseball game

Language: English Words: 6,091 Chapters: 1/1

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania

9-1-1 (TV)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

—or—

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

Language: English Words: 10,491 Chapters: 1/1

i'd spend a lifetime giving you my heart by hammersmiths

9-1-1 (TV)

“Well,” Buck says. “I’ve had worse first dates.” The man looks unimpressed. “We fell fifty feet, got trapped beneath a building, your legs are pinned, and you’re telling me you’ve had worse?” Buck thinks about this. “Well, Veronica liked the Red Sox.”

—or—

There's an earthquake. Buck and Eddie meet trapped together.

Language: English Words: 10,438 Chapters: 1/1

No Strings Attached by Princessfbi

9-1-1 (TV)

The app had tattled on him with a little note at the bottom of the screen: EDDIE HAS TAKEN A SNAPSHOT But could you blame him? ‘Sorry’ Eddie had messaged only feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught. ‘You want to move over to texting? You won’t have to screenshot. 😉

Language: English Words: 9,162 Chapters: 1/1

accidentally killing an octopus is just fishing by HMSLusitania

9-1-1 (TV)

Buck gets injured on a call and winds up taking some time at the hospital. Fortunately, his hospital roommate makes it much more bearable.

Language: English Words: 8,573 Chapters: 1/1

see you later (and love you just a little more) by hattalove

9-1-1 (TV)

“Sorry,” Eddie says suddenly, with a little frown between his eyebrows that makes Buck’s next breath come in a wheeze. “I didn’t even ask if you’re okay. Any anxiety? Shortness of breath, irregular heartbeat?” “Not—uh,” Buck coughs, trying so hard to say something normal, but against his best efforts, what comes out is: “Not because of the elevator.” Eddie’s eyebrows climb up his forehead. “I’m not claustrophobic, is what I mean,” Buck says, but the damage has been done. “Just, you know.”

—or—

The one in which Buck stumbles on the rest of his life in a malfunctioning courthouse elevator.

Language: English Words: 8,047 Chapters: 1/1

Yellow Is Your Colour by Tizniz

9-1-1 (TV)

The 118 responds to a call about a man stuck in a slide.

Language: English Words: 4,800 Chapters: 1/1

fight the break of dawn by glorious_spoon

9-1-1 (TV)

“Hi, hi, sorry, excuse me,” the guy says. “Weird question, but would you mind doing me a massive favor?”

Eddie squints at him. It’s not exactly well-lit in here, but he’s still about ninety percent sure that this guy was not with Emilio’s bachelor party when they came in. “Do I know you?”

“Um. No,” the guy says. He’s got wide blue eyes and a nervous smile and a salt-rimmed margarita glass clutched in one large hand. As Eddie watches, he glances over his shoulder, then hunches down like he’s trying to hide. Given the size of him, it’s more ridiculous than effective. “So this is going to sound completely nuts, and I promise I’ll explain, but can I throw this frozen margarita in your face and call you a jerk?”

Language: English Words: 4,736 Chapters: 1/1

(Friendly reminder I do not own any of the works listed in this post, and all can be located on archiveofoureown.org)

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 fandom #9-1-1 fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #118 #firefam

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devildom-drabbles · 1 year

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Story - What's Important

Summary: Beelzebub seeks advice for a new phone background. Main Character: Beelzebub Other Characters: The demon brothers and MC Word Count: ~3.3k Warnings: None, just silliness with a fluffy ending Notes: This story is inspired by a page from the short Obey Me! manga on Twitter (as seen in the panel at the end). It also serves as a headcanon for what each demon brother has as their phone background (when their relationship with MC is purely platonic, that is). Happy Holidays, everyone! However you choose to celebrate these final days of the year, I hope you’re able to spend it with the people and/or things that are most important to you. 😊💕

“And...done!” Leviathan declared. “All the data from your old D.D.D. is now transferred to your new one.”

“Thanks, Levi,” Beelzebub said as he retrieved the phone from his older brother’s outstretched hand. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem, but try not to eat your phone anymore. I don’t want to have to keep doing this.”

“Right, sorry...”

Leviathan picked up his wireless controller and resumed the video game he was playing before Beelzebub had entered his bedroom. “I meant to ask earlier, but why did you eat your old phone anyway?”

“Oh, it was because of the background I had on it,” Beelzebub explained. “I was really hungry, so I was going to order some food on Akuber. But when I grabbed my phone and saw the photo of the Bloody Terrine that Barbatos made for my birthday on the screen, I ate it without thinking.”

“Seriously?!” Leviathan shouted. “Geez, your stomach always manages to act before your brain can, huh?” He continued pressing away at the controller’s buttons without looking at the larger demon beside him. “You’d better choose a new background then, otherwise Lucifer will do worse than just giving you extra chores. You’ll probably have to pay for the new phone next time, too.”

“You’re right,” Beelzebub agreed, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What if he won’t let me eat until I have enough money to buy it? Or he puts a curse on the fridge so I can’t ever open it again?” A loud growl from the Avatar of Gluttony’s stomach seemed to make Leviathan’s room shake. “Just thinking about it is making me famished. Levi, what should I do? I don’t want to eat my phone again.”

The aforementioned demon felt a pang in his chest in response to his younger brother’s worried tone. “Uh, well, you just need to choose a background that isn’t food-related. Then you won’t accidentally eat it, right?”

“Sure, but...I don’t know what to change it to,” Beelzebub admitted.

“How about an epic screenshot from a video game?” Leviathan suggested. “I’ve got a ton of them saved on my consoles’ photo galleries!”

“Is that what you have as your background?”

“My gaming PC, yes. My D.D.D., not a chance! Only the lovely Ruri-chan is allowed to grace my phone screen! Take a look!” The otaku paused the game again to proudly hold out his phone for his brother to see. “This is a screenshot from the Season 3 finale when Ruri-chan gives an epic yet heart-warming monologue about her time in the human world. She talks about the friends she’s made, the battles she’s fought, and the things she’s come to love about that realm, and how she’ll continue to protect the human world no matter what evil tries to stand in her way. It’s my favorite speech in the whole series! And by this episode, the animators have mastered Ruri-chan down to the tiniest detail, which is easy for a true fan to notice when you think about the animation style in Seasons 1 and 2—”

“Most of the anime I like has food in it,” Beelzebub interjected nonchalantly, “and there aren’t any games that I like that much. What else could I do?”

“For starters, don’t interrupt me!” Leviathan then sighed while pocketing his phone. He redirected his focus to the screen, unpaused his game, and said, “I don’t have any other ideas right now, so try asking Belphie or something. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a legendary weapon to find!”

“You’re trying to come up with a new background for your phone?” Belphegor questioned, sitting up from his nest of pillows and blankets in the attic to give his twin his undivided attention.

“That’s right,” Beelzebub answered with a nod. “I need something that won’t make me think of food.”

The younger twin mulled over the dilemma for a few moments. “Why not just copy my background?”

“Yours? It’s a picture of some of the Devildom constellations, right? That suits you well, Belphie, so you should keep it for yourself. I don’t want to copy it.”

“Are you sure? I honestly don’t mind.”

“I know, but I’m sure. That’s special for you.”

“All right. Then maybe you could use a different photo of outside scenery. Is there a specific view that you enjoy?”

"I like seeing a huge meal being placed in front of me at an outdoor restaurant," Beelzebub replied matter-of-factly.

Belphegor shook his head tiredly, partly blaming himself for not clarifying his question further to avoid this predictable response. "Beel, I meant 'outside scenery' as in something in nature, like how I chose the constellations."

"Oh, right." Beelzebub considered the question more carefully this time. "I like the beach. I had a fun time with everyone when we went there last summer.”

Belphegor smiled at the memory. “That’s a good one. We did a lot on that trip, didn’t we?”

“Yeah. We had swimming races, water gun fights, snowcones, broiled deathfish—” A familiar rumble abruptly silenced Beelzebub. “Uh-oh, the beach makes me think of all the things we ate there. I don’t think I can use it as my phone background after all.”

“In that case, any photo from the trips we’ve gone on probably won’t work either,” Belphegor realized, lightly scratching at his cheek. “Hmm, what else might work?”

Just then, the pair heard footsteps reaching the top of the attic stairs and saw their blond-haired brother peeking inside the room.

“There you are,” Satan sighed. He appeared somewhat disgruntled at the sight of Belphegor—bedhead, dried drool, and all—sitting comfortably atop the low rounded bed. “I had a feeling you’d be napping up here when you didn’t show up to our Anti-Lucifer League meeting.”

“Ah, sorry,” Belphegor apologized half-heartedly, “I overslept a bit, and then I got distracted while helping Beel.”

“With what?” Satan inquired.

“I’m trying to pick a new background for my phone that won’t make me want to eat it,” Beelzebub explained. “What do you have for your phone, Satan?”

“Mine is a photo I took the other day of two stray cats sleeping beside each other,” Satan answered. “They looked so peaceful snuggling together that I couldn’t help myself. Before that, though, it was a photo I found of Cat Island in the human world. Images of cats are always wonderful to see.”

“No surprise there,” Belphegor commented. “Well, did that give you any inspiration, Beel?”

“Actually,” Beelzbub began, “remember that animal documentary we watched last week, Satan? I think a background of one of those animals would be nice. Can you help me find a picture?”

“Sure,” Satan agreed, “but then Belphie and I really need to get to work on planning our next prank, okay?”

After searching through online photos of Devildom animals, Beelzebub settled on a picture of some baby devil chickens, which Satan promptly saved to set as his younger brother’s new phone background.

“Nice choice, Beel,” Belphegor remarked, having gotten off the bed to look at his twin’s phone screen.

“It’s not as good as cats,” Satan noted, “but devil chicks aren’t so bad either.”

Beelzebub smiled warmly, glancing between his brothers and then back to the image within his hand. “They’re cute, especially that really tiny one that’s with them here. Ah, that makes me think of how nice and plump they’ll all be when they grow up into big devil chickens.” His rumbling stomach echoed through the room. “Oh... Now I want to eat fried devil chicken.”

“I guess you’ll have to forego a background with animals, too,” Satan concluded with a shrug. “Belphie and I have to get going now, but we can help you brainstorm some more ideas later, if you still haven’t decided on one. In the meantime, why don’t you ask Asmo for advice?”

“My wallpaper?” Asmodeus repeated while fixing his long bangs. “Why, it’s me, of course! I pick a different selfie every day to admire on my phone screen.”

In retrospect, Beelzebub realized that he should’ve seen this coming. Nonetheless, he figured that some follow-up questions may better aid him in his quest to choose his own phone background: “But why? You see yourself in the mirror and on Devilgram every day, don’t you? Why do you need to see yourself on your phone screen, too?”

Asmodeus immediately ceased fidgeting with his appearance in his vanity mirror and twisted back to stare at Beelzebub with a gobsmacked expression. “Um, isn’t it obvious? Who wouldn’t want to see such a gorgeous face gazing at you any chance you get? I mean, look at me!” He stood from his chair to gesture to his entire body.

Beelzebub’s brow furrowed as he stared back at the Avatar of Lust. “...I’m looking?”

Asmodeus huffed in surrender. “Give me your D.D.D.,” he ordered. “Maybe it’ll make more sense if you had a photo of yourself as your background.”

“I’m not sure...”

“You won’t know until you try! Just hand it here!”

Without further protest, Beelzebub relinquished his phone to Asmodeus. He watched quietly as his older brother opened the Devilgram app and scrolled to a particular photo from his AsmoBaby account. A few taps later and the image was boldly displayed as Beelzebub’s phone background.

“Is this one of the photos you took of me while we were working out together?” Beelzebub asked, the device now returned to him.

“Yup, that’s right!” Asmodeus admitted with a cheery nod. “It blew up on my page after I posted it. You even gained more followers, as well!”

“Really? But it’s just a picture of me doing a push-up.”

“What are you saying?! Look closely!” Asmodeus started pointing at specific parts of the image while he spoke. “That determined expression, those toned arms, the sweat dripping from your face, your fitting clothes... Whether it’s this photo or one of my countless selfies, don’t you feel absolutely enamored and energized upon witnessing such a breathtaking figure? That’s how everyone in the comments felt!”

Beelzebub tilted his head quizzically, not understanding his brother’s—or his fans’—enthusiasm over the photo. “I just feel hungry,” he stated simply, his hand resting on his stomach. He had been trying to solve his phone-background-predicament for quite a while without a single snack, and the hunger was now becoming too much to bear.

“Ooh, yes!” Asmodeus exclaimed excitedly. “Plenty of the comments here mention that they experienced a sort of ravenous urge when they viewed this photo.”

“That’s...not what I meant. ...I think? Never mind. A picture of myself—or you—won’t work for me, but thanks for trying, Asmo. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, Lucifer! I promise!”

Beelzebub halted briefly at one of the breaks in the staircase within the entrance hall area. He glanced over to find an annoyed Lucifer in the midst of restraining a pleading Mammon who will soon be strung from the ceiling (i.e. a common scene in the House of Lamentation—nothing noteworthy, in Beelzebub’s opinion).

“If I had a Grimm for every time you’ve ‘promised’ that, then your latest debt would be easily paid off,” Lucifer remarked, unfazed by his younger brother’s begging.

“I mean it this time! I swear!” Mammon declared as he squirmed relentlessly within the strong rope being tied around him. He then noticed Beelzebub wordlessly walking around them to head to the kitchen, hoping to remain unseen. “Beel! Hey, Beel! You believe me, don’tcha?! Tell Lucifer what a great and trustworthy demon I am!”

“I’d rather not be involved,” Beelzebub responded, uncomfortably rubbing one of his hands over the other.

“I’ll buy ya a meal at Hell’s Kitchen!” Mammon bargained.

“Mammon is a great and trustworthy demon,” Beelzebub promptly stated to Lucifer.

The eldest brother shook his head with a sigh. “I can assure you that Mammon doesn’t have the funds to buy even a crumb of food,” he said. “Perhaps spending the night here will remind him why he needs to manage his money better. Speaking of managing things, have you refrained from consuming your new D.D.D. thus far, Beel?”

“Yeah, I still have it. I’m trying to decide on a background that won’t make me want to eat it again. Belphie and the others have given me suggestions, but nothing’s worked out.”

“That’s probably ‘cause they were thinkin’ about stuff that they like,” Mammon asserted. “Lemme guess: You’ve been told to try something with fictional characters, cats or animals in general, selfies, and relaxing outdoor views, right?”

Beelzebub blinked in astonishment. “Wow, you listed everything they said.”

Mammon gave a short victorious laugh before exclaiming, “Of course I did! You guys are so predictable!”

“Is that so?” Lucifer questioned with a knowing smirk. “I believe you’re just as predictable, Mammon. If I had to guess, I’d say that every time you unlock your phone, you’re met with a picture of my credit card, correct?”

“Her name is Goldie, ya know!” Mammon paused as the rest of Lucifer’s words caught up to him. “W-Wait, how did ya— Whatever! That was just a lucky guess! Now it’s my turn to prove how predictable you are, Lucifer.”

“You’re awfully cheeky for someone who’s about to be hanging upside down for the next several hours. But go ahead, let’s hear it.”

“Your phone background—” Mammon stopped for a second to create a dramatic effect. “—is just the default one!”

“You mean the image that’s already there when you get a new phone?” Beelzebub inquired.

“Impressive,” Lucifer complimented the second-born demon brother. “You were right, Mammon.”

“HA! I knew it!” Mammon cheered. “Man, that’s so lame— OW!! I-I meant ‘tame!’ ‘Cause, y’know, you’re so prim and proper and a total straight-laced stick-in-the-mud— GAHHH!! Quit tightening the rope so hard!”

“Apparently you didn’t hear me,” Lucifer stated with another sharp pull on the ropes, “I said you were right. As in, that used to be my phone background until some time ago.”

Beelzebub was once again amazed by Mammon’s skill in guessing such information about his brothers, but now he was curious about Lucifer’s phone. “So, what’s your background now?” he asked.

“It’s a photo of Diavolo, Barbatos, and myself at the castle," Lucifer explained. "Diavolo discovered that I never changed my background ever since I got my D.D.D. and pestered me until I agreed to replace it. Making it a group photo was Barbatos’s idea, and that’s how it ended up including all three of us.”

“Do you not like it?” Beelzebub wondered.

“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t see the background that often because I’m usually using an app on the phone, so that’s why I was indifferent about what the image was. Diavolo believes that choosing a background makes a phone more personal and special to each individual. I suppose I can’t disagree with him on that. Should I ever misplace it, I’ll know right away that it’s my D.D.D. from the one-of-a-kind picture on the screen.” Lucifer tied the last knot on the ropes and added, “But that's enough talk for now. I need to finish with Mammon's punishment.”

Blocking out the sound of Mammon’s wailing as Lucifer proceeded to string him up to the ceiling, Beelzebub slowly trekked toward the kitchen while mulling over all of the ideas that his brothers provided. However, no matter what he came up with, each potential background made him feel hungry in some kind of way.

Beelzebub was about ready to bury his problem under the weight of all of the food in the kitchen when he passed by MC’s bedroom. He peeked through the crack in their open door to see them working on something at their desk, their familiar refreshing appearance effortlessly subduing his hunger pangs. They always seemed to know how to aid him whenever he felt troubled, so maybe they would know the perfect phone background for him. A knock on the door was all it took for him to be granted access to his favorite human and share his dilemma with them.

MC hummed in thought as they processed everything Beelzebub told them. “When you think about it,” they began, “all of your brothers chose pictures of things that they like, right? Or things that are important to them. What’s most important to you, Beel?”

“Most important to me...?” Beelzebub murmured. Within the next few moments, a grin stretched across his face. “I got it. I know what I want my background to be, MC.”

“Okay, everyone!” Asmodeus called out cheerfully after adjusting the tripod that held Beelzebub’s phone. “Move in closer so we can all fit!”

The seven other inhabitants of the House of Lamentation attempted to maneuver into two straight rows in front of Asmodeus.

“Ugh, I don’t want to be any closer to Lucifer than necessary," Satan grumbled as he settled into place in the front row.

“Are you still bitter that I caught you and Belphie preparing that shoddy trap for me in front of my study?” Lucifer inquired with his arms crossed while he stood tall behind the Avatar of Wrath. “Next time, the two of you should plan it out better.”

Satan gritted his teeth. “Oh, believe me: We will.” He then shot a glare at the youngest brother beside him. “Won’t we, Belphie?”

“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have nodded off while we were working,” Belphegor admitted. “More importantly, Mammon, stop pulling MC away from me so that they can be closer to you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Mammon argued. “I’m just makin’ sure ya don’t try to snuggle up to ‘em and take a nap on their shoulder during the photo!”

“At this point, it looks like I’m the one snuggling up to you,” MC noted, their side pressed against Mammon’s. “Let’s all just be next to each other in a normal way.”

Mammon released his tugging on MC and turned his head away to hide his blush. “F-Fine. Just don’t come cryin’ to me if ya get drool all over ya.”

“Sounds like someone’s salty about getting rejected, LMAO,” Leviathan snickered.

Mammon turned around to bark at his younger brother, “Shaddup!”

“Levi, make room for me at the end there so I can be more behind MC!” Asmodeus instructed.

“Huh?! I have to move over even more?” Leviathan inquired in disbelief, already feeling claustrophobic.

“HA! Serves ya right!” Mammon jeered.

“Will you stop shouting, Mammon?” Satan complained.

“All right, all right, let’s all calm down,” MC spoke up. “We’re supposed to be taking a nice photo for Beel to make as his phone background, remember?”

“That’s right,” Lucifer chimed in. “I expect you all to behave, or else we’ll be retaking this photo all day until we get it right.”

“Beel, is this fine with you?” Belphegor asked worriedly while glancing back at his twin.

Beelzebub nodded with a bright smile, grateful that everyone had accepted the request he had made the previous day. “Yeah, this is perfect.”

“Looks like we’re all in,” Asmodeus announced. “I’m starting the timer now!”

The steady ding of the phone’s camera timer counting down echoed in the House of Lamentation’s living room while Asmodeus hurried over to his spot and everyone else prepared themselves for the photo. Beelzebub’s gaze grew more tender as he looked at each member of the group from the back row. These were the individuals he was happy to call “family,” and they were more important to him than anything else in the three realms. Overcome with joy and love, he leapt forward just as the camera’s flash went off, wrapping his arms around those next to him and leaning closer to those in the front row. The action startled most of them, evident in their expressions captured in the photo. Although it turned out to be a more candid shot than originally intended, Beelzebub treasured this picture that he kept as a permanent background on his phone.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mc #short story

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minhozskzwrites · 1 year

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The Sense of a Soulmate - Han Jisung | 01

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au, Idol Au

Word Count: 3,517

Warnings: A little bit of self doubt and mentions of anxiety. (Let me know if you think of any warnings to add)

Authors note: This is my Han Jisung soulmate au that I put out as a snippet like two years ago. I decided to upload this story in chapters because it is really hard for me to continue to work on the story as I get lots of writers block. That’s why the first chapter is coming out now. So I’m hoping doing chapters will help me. That being said, please enjoy chapter one!

In a world where soulmates exist and everyone has a different soulmate connection, two remarkable people have an insanely rare connection. Most people are bound by timers that count down the seconds until they meet their other half, and others get mysterious tattoos that suddenly appear. But unfortunately for our main characters, they lose one of their five senses, and that particular sense that they lost will not return until they meet again. Han Jisung and L/N Y/N come from two very different worlds. One dominates the globe with his bandmates and comes home to Seoul, while the other lives in a small apartment with her best friend.

Our story starts on a cold November day. You’re sitting in a Café drinking an Iced Americano while scrolling through Stray Kids Instagram. Stumbling on a cute photo of I.N, you like it and save it. With a content sigh, you put your phone away while standing up to stretch your aching bones. Deciding to get another coffee, you walk up to the counter to order. After waiting for a few seconds, you hear your name called. Grabbing your coffee, you head towards the door, ready to breathe in the refreshing cold air.

Walking down the streets seems easier with caffeine in your system, and with each step you take, you seem to get happier and happier. That is until a man runs right into you. You look up, ready to curse the man out, only to stop short. The man sports a black baseball cap and a black mask, which does nothing but hide his face. You glance down at his chest and see his white shirt and denim jacket drenched in your Americano.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I ruined your shirt!” The young man looks blankly at you for a second before shrugging. As you attempt to apologize once more, the man looks at his watch. Eyes widening comically, he starts running down the busy streets. With a scoff and a shrug of your shoulders, you continue to walk back to your apartment.

Meanwhile, Jisung is racing against the clock, trying to return to his hotel before his manager kicks his ass for walking out and about by himself in broad daylight. Turning around a corner, Jisung runs straight into a streetlight and falls back onto his ass. Han looks around, praying nobody noticed his fall. Much to his dismay, three of his bandmates stood right before him, each laughing their asses off. “Please tell me you didn’t see that and that you guys are laughing at something else,” Jisung says from his position on the ground.

“Oh, we saw it alright.” Hyunjin cackles before hunching over while grasping at his aching stomach. Jisung rolls his eyes, grumbling to himself before struggling to get up.

Reaching down to help Jisung up, Seungmin lets out a chuckle. “Han, that was the funniest thing I have ever seen you do. And you do a lot of stupid shit.”

“I do not! You’re lying.” Jisung trails off, realizing that he does do a LOT of stupid things. “Okay, so maybe I do stupid things, but me running into the streetlight is not the funniest thing I’ve done.”

“Yea,” Jeongin says, “the funniest thing I’ve seen you do was the virtual reality roller coaster. You screamed like a baby, and I thought you would pass out!”

'I wasn't!' He murmurs, offended. “Anyways, what are you guys doing out here?”

“Unlike you, we got permission to come out and get some coffee.” Seungmin chastises.

“Coffee? I’ve got plenty.” Han gestures to his coffee-soaked shirt, the boys finally noticing the large stain.

“Woah, dude, what happened?” Hyunjin inquires while lifting a perfectly manicured brow.

“I was walking back to the hotel and ran into this girl. Right, and she had a large Iced Americano in her hands. It got all over me, as you can see, and it was cold as fuck.” Han pouts.

Hyunjin begins to snicker at Jisung’s misfortune before falling into a fit of laughter, throwing himself at the nearest member who happens to be poor I.N. “Today is just not your day, is it?” Seungmin grabs Jisung’s shirt and brings him closer, taking a deep whiff.

“At least he smells better than normal. He smells like sweet, sweet coffee.”

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you saying I normally smell disgusting?” Han screams.

Han’s indignant scream causes Hyunjin to again fall into a fit of giggles before throwing himself at I.N, but this time I.N is prepared and steps out of the way. This causes Hyunjin to stumble before a slight pout graces his lips.

“Yes. That is what Seungmin is saying,” I.N laughs as he gets a glimpse of Hyunjin falling over. “You smell a lot better when drowned in an Iced Americano.” Han rolls his eyes and brings his shirt to his nose, taking a deep breath before his eyes widen.

“Um, guys? I can’t smell anything?”

“You’re kidding? You reek of coffee. Like, seriously, you reek. I’m sure the second you walk into your hotel room, Changbin will be able to smell you.”

“Jeongin, do I look like I’m joking?” Han snaps, “I can’t smell any coffee right now.”

“Maybe you can’t smell it because you’ve had it on you for a while, so now you’re used to it?” Hyunjin offers. Jisung nods his head in agreement.

“Yea, I don’t know. Anyway, can we get a move on? I want to change out of these clothes.”

“You can go,” Seungmin starts with a scoff, “we have yet to get our coffee.” Jisung pouts, his deep chocolate, almost onyx eyes shining with hope under the burning sun. “Stop. We are not walking you back.”

“But Seungmin!” Jisung whines, “I don’t know how to get back.” Jisung trails off while looking at the ground before sheepishly looking up at his friends. Sending I.N an awkward smile, Jisung gives his friend the best puppy dog eyes he can do.

“Alright! God damn!” Jeongin suddenly cries out. “I’ll walk him back. Could you guys get me hot chocolate?”

Hyunjin nods before turning to get his fix of caffeine. “I guess that’s a yes, Innie.” Seungmin laughs before bidding his friends goodbye.

Jeongin begins walking back to the hotel, a pouting Jisung shuffling behind him. “So, what were you doing that resulted in being covered in an Iced Americano?”

“I realized I needed to return, so I started to speed walk back toward the hotel. Then I heard a kid say, 'Look, mom, a squirrel!’ and I wanted to see it! So I began to look around for one, and I ran right into this girl.”

“You sure are special.” Jeongin laughs, “Anyways, we’re almost to the hotel.” Turning right, the two boys come face to face with an angry Bang Chan. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Jeongin squeaks out, “I didn’t do it!” Rolling his eyes, Chan grabs Han by his arm and yanks him into the building.

“Are you serious, Han Jisung?! What made you think it was okay to go out into the city alone, barely disguised, without permission, and without telling anyone? Huh?”

“I-”

Cutting Jisung off with a scoff, Chan continues his rant, “I’m not done! That was so dangerous, Han! Someone could’ve recognized you, you could’ve gotten stuck in a sea of fans, and we wouldn’t have known where you were or that you needed any help! What if a sasaeng followed you? Huh!? You could have put the rest of us in danger. Did you think about that? I bet you didn’t-” Bang Chan stops mid-chastise, eyeing Han’s shirt before calling attention to the large brown stain. “Why are you covered in coffee?”

“Um.. well, I ventured out to explore a little.” Chan nods, motioning with his hand for Jisung to continue. “As I was walking, I realized I needed to get back, so I started to speed walk, and then I heard a little kid say they saw a squirrel, so I kinda started to try and find it while still walking." Han drifts off.

“And then he ran right into this girl with a large Iced Americano in her hand!” I.N finishes for Jisung with a giant smile on his face. Han surges into the air at the sound of Jeongin's voice. In Chan's whirlwind of discipline, Jisung forgot Jeongin was with them.

“You’re an idiot Han Jisung,” Chan mutters.

“I know. Now can I go take a shower and change, please?”

“Let me take a picture first!” Jeongin snickers. With a sigh, Jisung turns to the maknae holding his arms out, mumbling a soft “Just take the picture.” Snapping the photo Jeongin gives him a thumbs up, causing Jisung to run to the elevator.

“I see he’s eager to change.” Chan laughs. I.N nods, a small knowing smile on his face.

“Yo, Y/N," Hwayoung, your best friend and roommate, calls out as you walk through the door.

“Yes, my honey bunches?”

“Did you hear that Stray Kids are back in Seoul?”

You roll your eyes, “Of course, Hwayoung. I only follow them on Instagram, Twitter, and Bubble.”

“There is no reason for you to be sarcastic with me.” Hwayoung purses her lips. “I know you love them, and I wasn’t sure you knew. I wanted to talk to you about their upcoming concert.”

“I’m sorry someone made me spill my coffee this morning, which ruined my mood. Could you make lunch, and then we can talk about Stray Kids?” You mumble sheepishly as your stomach growls.

With a sigh, she mumbles, "Yes. I’ll make lunch. Go and change. You have coffee on your shirt.”

You look down to see a tiny splash of coffee staining your clothes. But it is better than the guy you ran into. Looking back up, you nod and leave for your room to change.

Fifteen minutes later, Hwayoung calls you into the kitchen. Your favorite grilled cheese sits on the counter. “Thank you!” You say with a small smile as you grab the sandwich and take a bite. Expecting an excellent taste, you let out a satisfied moan, only to stop short when you realize you can’t taste anything.

“What the hell?" You scream, making your best friend jump. She turns, an exasperated sigh falling from her lips as her grilled cheese falls to the floor.

“What is it? You made me drop my grilled cheese. This better be important.”

“I can’t taste the grilled cheese!”

“That’s it? Really? You’re probably just sick. I can’t believe you made me drop MY grilled cheese for that. You get to eat yours. It’s not fair. If the roles were reversed, you’d be like The Queen Of Hearts and scream ‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD’ Seriously, it’s not fair.”

You shake your head rapidly, “Hwayoung! Will you stop?” With an exaggerated roll of her eyes and a nod of her head, you continue, “I’ve been able to taste everything else all day!” Her eyebrows furrow and a puzzled look adorns her face. Lost in thought for a few minutes, she eventually looks down at her arm, where her timer counts down. It’s the perfect reminder of her soulmate and their connection. Her eyes widen before she hurries to the fridge, grabs a soda, and hands it to you. “Uh? Why did you give me a can of soda?"

“Drink it and tell me if you can taste it.” Sending her a questioning look, you open the soda and take a sip before taking another and another when you realize you can’t taste that either.

“I can’t taste it either? Hwa! What’s going on? Why can’t I taste anything?”

“Y/N, don’t freak out, but what if that is your soulmate connection? What if you lose your sense of taste?”

“That can’t be it. I didn’t interact with anyone other than the barista. I could taste my coffee when I got it.” You sit, working through your day, trying to figure out if you met anyone else, when you realize, with a start, that you had. “COFFEE BOY!” You say with a start.

“Coffee boy? But you just said it couldn't be the barista?”

“No, not the barista. Remember how I said that on the way home, I ran into this boy? His face was covered in a black mask, and he wore a black baseball cap. I spilled my Iced Americano all over his white shirt. He didn’t talk to me or anything when I apologized. He just shrugged and then looked at his watch before running away. Could it be him?”

“I’m gonna assume it’s him if you didn’t interact with anyone else.”

“Fuck! How am I ever going to meet him again? I don’t even know who he is or what he looks like.”

“I don’t know Y/Nnie? But why don’t you sit down and try not to let it bother you? Actually, I can do better than that. Y/N, be ready to hear the most exciting news of your entire life.” Hwayoung looks off into space before nodding her head. But she doesn’t speak up again.

You blink at her, waiting for her to continue, and when she doesn’t, you speak up. “Well? What’s the news?”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot where I hid the tickets. I was trying to remember.”

“What tickets?”

“What do you mean 'what tickets?' The Stray Kids tickets.”

“THE STRAY WHAT NOW?”

She jumps before squeaking out a small "Oh shit. I didn’t tell you that yet did I?”

“Nope. But I am inclined to assume you snagged some. Why else would you bring it up?

“I did! We’re close to the stage too! OH! I put the tickets in my drawer. Come with me.” Hwayoung grasps you by the arm before you can move, dragging you down the hallway to her room. She runs to her desk and pulls out two tickets. “Here they are! And the tickets are for the front row!”

“FRONT ROW?! How did you manage to get those? Front-row tickets cost a fortune!”

“I saved up. I’ve wanted to attend one of their concerts for a few months now. When I heard Stray Kids would perform when they returned to Seoul, I knew I had to get tickets!”

“This is phenomenal!” You squeal as you grab a ticket to examine it. “Wait a second. Does this say the concert is tomorrow night? I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ve got it covered." Taking a peek at her wardrobe, Hwayoung pulls out a black crop top with the Stray Kids logo, ripped skinny jeans, and a flannel. “Tada! Here is your Stray Kids concert outfit!”

“You know, normally I would say no, but this is perfect. Thank you so much, Hwa! For the tickets, the outfit, and for being the best friend a woman could ask for.

“Of course.”

With a slight nod, you trudge to your room before curling up and taking a well-deserved nap.

Jisung walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped snugly around his hips. Drops of water fall from his hair as he pushes it back, and a slight scowl rests on his face. Changbin looks up from his phone before letting out a loud laugh.

"Forget your clothes?”

"Don't say anything else about it Changbin! Not another word.”

Ignoring Jisung, Changbin speaks up, “At least you don’t smell like coffee anymore.”

Jisung nods before grabbing some clothes and disappearing into the bathroom, only to appear again a minute later.

“Do we have any food? I’m starving.”

With a shake of his head, Changbin throws Jisung his phone. “Call the others and see if they want anything, then we can order something.”

Thirty minutes later, everyone is packed into Han and Changbin’s hotel room, steaming plates of Rice, Jjajangmyeon, Kimchi, Bibimbap, and more laid out before them.

“It smells so good!” Felix moans.

“Don’t do that!” With a smack to Felix’s shoulder, Chan says, “it’s weird.”

“What! It smells delicious! I agree with Lix!” Hyunjin exclaims.

Taking a deep breath, Han tries to smell all the delicious scents surrounding him but comes up empty-handed. “Guys, I can’t smell anything.”

Seungmin raises a brow, “First, you couldn’t smell the coffee on you, and now you can’t smell our dinner? Something must be going on with you. Are you sick?”

“No, I could smell just fine when I left earlier. Unless it came on quickly? It started right after I ran into that girl and got covered in an Iced Americano.”

Minho scoffs with a roll of his eyes. Everyone turns to him with varying expressions of curiosity. “Jisung, think about what you just said. You said this started after you ran into the girl?”

“Yea?” Jisung draws out, confused. Everyone around him seems to jump up in realization at Minho’s words.

“You really can be dense sometimes. She’s your soulmate, dude, and the loss of smell is your soulmate connection,” Minho borderline chastises.

With wide eyes, Jisung shakes his head. “There’s no way! There is no documented connection between soulmates that causes them to lose one of their senses. There is no way I am one of the first people with that connection!”

Seungmin nods, “That is right. There are no documented cases. But Han,” Seungmin pauses and looks at him sympathetically, “Minho could be right. I know it’s difficult to believe but remember when Jae Hyung told me the story about his soulmate connection?”

Han nods, “He could suddenly see brief snippets of their future together.”

“That’s right, and Jae and his soulmate were the first-ever recorded case of that connection. It seems impossible, but it’s not.”

“But how will I find my soulmate? It’s not exactly easy for me to take a stroll around the city and talk to people before I notice I get my sense of smell back. And what if they didn’t lose their sense of smell but they lost their sense of touch? Or any of their other senses? How will I know if it’s them?”

“You’ll know. My mom and dad had these terrible headaches whenever they were in the same vicinity. It took them months to meet. And when they finally did, everything just clicked. My mom says she knew the moment she met my dad's eyes. It was like the world had stopped spinning, and everyone around her had disappeared. Everyone and everything was a blur except my father. It was then that she knew they were soulmates. Just like you and your soulmate will know.” Felix chimes in.

“What if I never meet her again?”

“Han, if you weren’t destined to meet her again, you wouldn’t have even met her in the first place. The world may love to play tricks on you, but this isn’t one of those tricks. You’ll find your soulmate," Changbin says sagely.

“Since when have you been so wise, Changbin?”

“Can it, Jisung. I’ve always been wise! You bring out the worst in me.”

“RUDE! But valid.” The members all start laughing, and Minho shakes his head at the change in atmosphere.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t know you guys.”

“Me too,” Seungmin agrees with Minho. “You guys are a menace to society. How I tolerate you is amazing.”

Chan rolls his eyes, “Don’t act like you two don’t contribute to this madness. You are just as much a part of it as everyone else.

“Anyways, we have a concert tomorrow. Let’s get through that and come back to the soulmate thing after. I don’t want it to affect the performance or the fans to find out because they’ll start a riot.”

"Han is right," Chan says, referring to the fans. "They will all hate that Han isn’t their soulmate. But I think it’s okay not to put it on the back burner. Our fans and concerts are significant, but this is your soulmate we’re talking about! That’s huge!”

“What if she doesn’t want to be with me when she finds out who I am? What our lifestyle is like?” Han queries.

“Sure, that’s always possible, but what if it’s the opposite? What if your soulmate accepts and loves you for who you are and admires your dedication, love, and devotion to your music and fans? "Maybe she will understand what you do and be able to adjust to this life," Jeongin suggests with intensity.

“Jeongin has a point, Hannie. You never know. She might understand the life you live, and she might even live a life like ours. You can’t let the what-ifs worry you. If you let those what-ifs overtake you, you'll be anxious. You won’t experience the joy of the process of finding your soulmate again.” Minho voices sensibly.

“You guys are right. I can’t let myself worry. But it’s difficult, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when she finds out I’m her soulmate.”

“She won’t be. Trust me. She won’t be. I mean, you’re Han Jisung, man! What is there to be disappointed in?” Seungmin declares.

“I knew you loved me!”

“Oh, shut it.”

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