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valuunit · 9 months

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Mums don’t cry

Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.

lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.

Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.

“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”

“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.

“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.

“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.

“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.

“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.

“But it’s clean.”

“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”

“Okay miss.”

“It’s Missus, Mister.”

“You feeling better, Missus?”

“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”

“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”

“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, you don’t have to…”

“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”

“No problem, i’ll do the same.”

They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.

“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.

“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”

“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”

“It’s okay, all perfect.”

“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”

“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.

“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.

Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.

“Already picked one?”

“I’m checking where is it.”

“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”

He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”

They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.

Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.

Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”

“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”

“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”

And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.

“Wanna see another movie?”

“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

“Yes please.”

When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet

She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.

“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.

“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”

“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.

“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”

“Want me to go for a test?”

“What if paps catch you?”

“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.

“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.

“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”

“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”

“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”

“Thanks.”

Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.

When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.

"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.

"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.

Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"

"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."

"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.

"Love you."

"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.

Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.

"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.

"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.

"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.

"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."

"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.

"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.

"Can you check one first, please?"

"Sure"

While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.

"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.

"N-negative..."

Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.

"It's okay, we got two more left."

"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.

Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.

"Oh god, this one say-"

"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.

"What?"

"I need a confirmation."

She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'

"Oh my god! What does yours says?"

"That you're pregnant!"

"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.

"Two out of three." he said shocked.

"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."

"I can't wait." he said happily.

"Neither can i."

"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.

"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.

"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”

Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.

“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.

“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.

“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”

“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”

“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”

“Gem?”

“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”

Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.

“Are you guys high?”

“What?”

“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”

“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”

“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.

“Thank you!”

“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”

“I know, ahh!”

“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”

“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.

“Oh Gemma, thanks.”

“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”

The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”

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niefics · 2 months

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03 | need

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — SYNOPSIS : Actions comes with consequences, as reader has to live with her dumb decisions as she finds out she’s pregnant by a one night stand.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WARNINGS : being pregnant ??, angst, small amount of smut, kissing, cursing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WORD COUNT : 1.4k

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As things were changing in your life, you and jays relationship did as well, it became more casual and lest awkward. If you needed help with anything you would call him since he too the tittle of being your baby's father really seriously. There was always time made for you when you needed anything, if you accidentally told him about the craving you really longed for late at night he would be at your door step with it, making sure everything is correct and just how you wanted it.

He had every appointment scheduled saved in his phone, making sure he's off on those days to go to the appointments. You noticed it liking everything about it, made you feel like he wanted you in a way even though if he really did you wouldn't want a relationship, just to focus on your baby first.

"I could've went shopping on my own jay." You spoke, wanting to be as independent as possible especially when you know most things will become hard to do on your own soon. Your bump growing and slightly starting to catch your attention more as as you wore a cropped shirt that once used to be looser on you not being a little tight, and your jeans becoming tighter around your waist, you knew buying new clothes wasn't gonna be avoidable forever. And you definitely didn't want to burden jay with that issue. "I know, but I want you to get used to me be around to help." Jay spoke as he drove to the grocery store, it was the first real time you saw him in a casual outfit, jeans and a black tshirt really suited him well.

The only thing that didn't change was his frames, "shouldn't we start picking out things for the baby too? I mean I want to be there when you do decide to pick out stuff for the baby." He spoke, looking at you but quickly back at the road. "You told me you entered the second trimester, so we should start looking for those things." He spoke, his once cold voice when you two met again was now gone more. You softly laughed. "Yeah but not now." He looked at you quickly but looked back at the road again. It was something about your laughed that made him feel good. Yes bad decisions were made but maybe for a good reason, he never really interested in dating people the more he worked but being around you made him want to change his mind.

He had nights where he wanted to just be under you even though you two were that close. You you've slept together to have this child drunkly, but still he knew little to nothing about you. There's been nights where he fought to decide if it would be a good idea to call to see if he could come over, he didn't know your wisher of being single at all. He was more worried about if you were having troubles sleeping or not, whenever he got a text that you were having such bad cravings for something he never hesitated to get it for you no matter what time.

The car came to a stop as he got out and opened it for you, stepping out as you both walked in you grabbing a basket. Jay looked over and noticed the baby section, "can we go look?" Shaking your head, you wanted to get everything you needed and not be distracted by the baby clothing. "Maybe when I get everything I need and is on my list, I want to wait till we know the gender for the baby." He hummed, understanding your decision.

As you two shopped, he helped with grabbing things but you also grabbed things as well. As you grabbed something close to you, you got in your toes a little to reach what you need your shirt rising up and showing the small bump you had, jay noticing a small smile grew as he watched you slightly struggle. "Jay, can you help ?" You slightly whined, he hummed walking over grabbing it over you. You felt your stomach feel some type of way. Jay didn't do it intentionally but it caused some type of mood change. He quickly moved back putting it in the basket, you fixed your shirt. "Was that everything?" He asked, you nod as a answer.

Checking out was fast, trying to help him bring everything in the car there wasn't much helping you could do. He wouldn't allow you to carry anything super heavy even if you begged. You didn't except him to be so nice to, he had you thinking that he was only doing this solely because you did want to abort the baby, but he started to prove you wrong always bringing up the baby and you swore you saw the ultrasound in his wallet once when he opened it.

He helped you with everything, placing everything down for you as placed everything inside the right places, while he helped you time to time with that. "Thank you for the help with grocery shopping." You spoke as you walked him to your apartment door. He hummed, looking at you. The strong tension you felt earlier was starting to come back, there was a long silence as he stared at you.

Jay sighed. ".. I'm sorry I can't." He murmured as kissed you softly. You were taking aback by the sudden kiss but not holding back, giving the same amount of passion as he did. Your hands were placed on the side of his face, as he pushed you back to your near couch as he turned around falling into the couch breaking the kiss. You sat in his lap, continuing the kiss. "Wait-" he spoke pulling back. "I want this .. I want you right now." You spoke quickly, pulling his chin up to deepen the kiss. "Don't worry about anything right now, just .. kiss me."

One thing you didn't know would happen, was this .. him helping you take off your shirt, as he kissed your chest softly. He wanted to take everything slow, you ached for him, that last thing you wanted to do was go slow. Lifting his shirt up and off him, you started kissing his neck as you grinded onto him, the friction feeling amazing as he held onto your waist to help you have a steady rhythm. The once gentle kissing become more sloppy and needy.

He tugged on the hem of your jeans, looking at you. "Can you take them off for me ?" He asked, you hummed taking your jeans off quickly and you were left in nothing your underwear and bra, the small bump more noticeable then when you wore jeans and a tshirt. You hovered over him as he pulled his pants down pulling his boxers down as well, his hardened member swinging up tip red and precum leaking. It was way bigger then you remembered, he noticed it. "You wanna switch positions to make it comfortable?" You nodded, shyly.

There you were, trying to swallow down moans as your baby's father fucked into you from above. You watched as he watched himself go in and out of you quickly as your head went back from pleasure. Breathless curse words came out youth as he held on your legs. Jay looked at your and saw how you tried to cover your moans.

He bent down, near your ear whispering. "Let me hear those pretty noises okay ?" He spoke softly, his hand slightly caressing your small bump. As your legs fell to his sides so it wouldn't hurt your bump. You hummed, no words being able to come out but profanities. He pulled back up, removing his hand from your bump causing a whine to leave your mouth in frustration. A smile growing on his face as bent back down to kiss you, leaving gentle kisses on your lips. "I'm sorry, we can cuddle after and I'll rub your belly all night." He spoke softly, almost making you forget your current relationship with him, as he wasn't your boyfriend, or husband, not even your fiancé.. he was just simply your babies father.

He kept that promise, as soon as you came, legs shaking in his hold. You hand pressed against his abdomen for him not to go any longer before you felt overstimulated. Your pretty nails catching his attention for a moment.

He pulled out gently. Picking you up and caring you into your bedroom that was near cleaning you up and cuddling you soon after. Rubbing your stomach as he planted soft kisses on your collar bone. It sucked when you woke up the next morning and he was gone.. you wanted to stay in his arms forever but you knew and he knew that in your busy lives, the child you were carrying was the one that held you two like glue.

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0ynes · 8 months

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I think that OPLA is good enough to make one portion of the viewrs interested in watching the anime or in reading the manga.

Yes, the emotional and crucial moments didn't hit so hard, because we didn't get the slow build up. Lot was changed. But like Oda said "Stop counting what you lost". I see OPLA as a general idea of what One Piece is about, an introduction to people who never wanted to give the manga or anime a chance. Like pitching the story. And even if a portion of the viewers just watch the live action, what matters is that more people know about this story and what it is about. That's what Oda said the point of the live action was.

Yeah, the characters and story events that were adapted have a lot more depth and development in the manga, but the point wasn't to explore that in the live action.

Also I'm seeing a lot of one piece ANIME fans exposing themselves while reacting to the live action, criticizing stuff that is actually canon. Like saying they didn't reveal Buggy relationship with Shanks this early lmao, saying Zeff didn't eat his leg (and yeah in the anime he doesn't but in the manga he does), saw someone say they didn't like Nami's jolly roger in her episode tittle when that's been her official jolly roger, saw someone surprised with how Luffy got his scar (like be fr 😭).

So that's hilarious to me, because a lot of you want to talk changes, but then are oblivious to the changes that already exist between anime and manga.

At the end of the day, Oda likes OPLA and is proud of it, that's all that matters.

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hollygracesworld · 3 months

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Lover | Patrick Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : Just like the tittle, it’s a fluffy story :D the most romantic fanfic that i ever write tbh. There’s no warning :))

*Patrick didn’t have a wife in this story*

CHAPTER 1/2 ➡️(Chapter 2) sequel 18+

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CHAPTER 1.

Today is the most hectic day. You have to wake up at dawn to go to the airport. When you arrive at the airport you have to take care of your aunt’s two twin babies, then when it gets to noon you take the babies to go to the talk show.

When you arrive at the shooting location, you hope that your uncle will at least meet you and help you take care of his own children, but apparently not. That annoying old man even just looks at you who’s taking care of his 2 babies, nods, then goes back to minding his business as host.

Now the babies are quiet and asleep in their own stroller- after they cried for a long time and you have held them one by one so they fall asleep. It’s really tiring work for a 6 month pregnant mother. Actually it’s not a job, more like a favor to a relative in your family. No one else can help them except you, you actually don't mind because you don't want your family to think that pregnant women like you can't do any work.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Talk About It!” You heard your uncle’s voice from behind the screen.

You don’t care about things like that, but when your gaze accidentally looks at the huge Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom film poster displayed, you look confused. Your feelings are mixed. You seem to know the blonde man on the film poster. But deep in your heart, you deny it. Maybe you’re just hallucinating because you are very hungry and tired.

You try to peek through the window to see who is the guest star at the event. But you gasped when you saw who was there.

“…it is our guy Patrick Wilson… Patrick welcome back TAT.” the audience applauded then Patrick said there, “thank you..” with a big smile

You feel like this is like a dream. You’re confused, this is all very difficult for you to digest. You walk away from that place feeling dazed, your body is getting weaker, not only because you haven’t eaten, but because you know that the man who had a One Night Stand with you and impregnated you until your stomach was this big… is a famous actor.

When you walked backwards, your body almost fell, a crew member swiftly held your body and helped you. “oh my gosh, who are you, why are you here?” She grabbed your arm and led you to a seat beside the stairs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.. I’m fine...” you said while looking at Patrick from afar, “he’s my uncle, today I'm taking care of his baby. His wife told me to go to this shooting location and after this event finished he immediately invited us to hang out. You know… it’s a holiday.” you said while pointing at your uncle who was the host.

“You look really pale, and you're pregnant,” she looked really worried about you. Then he stood up and invited one of his teammates to chat. After a short chat, he came over to you again and said, “please come with me. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But… what about the babies? I have to keep looking after them... otherwise my uncle will get angry...”

“Don't worry, my friend will look after the babies.” She said with a sincere smile. She is a stranger who works there as a crew but she seems to have a motherly heart.

That kind crew helped you to stand up. You carry your very big stomach to walk out of that very crowded place. Somehow you can feel that your stomach is very big, even though it’s only 6 months, but your stomach looks like it’s more than that.

“Andrew is so mean,” she said in an annoyed tone, “how can he and his wife tell you to look after their babies? Don’t they see your condition?”

“Thank you,” you smiled faintly, and grabbed the water bottle she had given you, “I’m fine. Besides, this isn't the first time. Sometimes I help them whenever they need my help.”

“Yes, but it’s the same. They should know that you are pregnant with twins and they shouldn’t be bossing you around like this.” she said irritably then stood at the end of the room and took her lunch.

“Wait, how do you know I'm pregnant with twins when I haven't checked myself?” you asked in confusion.

“I don't know… just look at the shape,” she said lightly then sat back down next to you and handed you his lunch, “please eat. I know it's not much, but if you want to wait for Andrew, he's still very long and you You have to fill your stomach now.”

“Thank you,” you said then accepted the food, “Sorry for bothering you, I...”

“Please don't apologize. You’re a pregnant mother. I have seen that you are tired from taking care of the babies. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, because I was afraid that something would happen to you." She said worriedly.

While you were eating, someone knocked on the door of the room and told him to go back to work.

“I'm sorry, I have to go, you can stay here to rest as long as you need.” She said with a smile.

After you finish your food. You grabbed your cellphone that was on the table and opened your Google. You are a woman who likes gardening and raising livestock. You don't even have social media, only send messages to your family and neighbors. The only reason you were going to a nightclub and losing your virginity to a guy you didn’t know is because you’re really stressed. You have just lost your older brother who is the only biological family who is still alive and lives with you.

And now you’re pregnant with someone's baby who took your virginity off in a nightclub and it turns out that person is a famous person. You’re typing “Patrick Wilson” in Google and it turns out...

You gasped in surprise. you still don’t know what to say. You think to yourself that maybe Patrick already has a wife or girlfriend, and maybe Patrick doesn’t know you anymore...

In the middle of that daydream, suddenly the door opened wide and your uncle was standing near the door with a guilty face.

“Y/N... I'm sorry. I'll take you home...”

You smiled, “it's okay, I'm just late eating.”

Your uncle smiled as he looked at your stomach, “how old are you in your pregnancy?”

“6 months... but it looks bigger, don't know why...” you whispered.

“You haven't seen a obstetricians recently, have you?" your uncle asked then you shook your head, “come here, before I take the twins to the park, we can check them first--"

“Let me." said a man mysteriously behind your uncle.

Your uncle turned and gasped, “Patrick-uh Patrick what are you doing here?”

Patrick laughed softly, “I know I shouldn’t have done this behind the scenes, but I am the man who got your niece pregnant,” Patrick’s words suddenly shocked your Uncle, so shocked that it was even difficult to digest everything.

“Y/N... is that true?"

You inhale and exhale. You find this situation very difficult to digest. “Yes, Uncle Andrew. He is the father of my child.”

Patrick smiled at you. But you can see that he feels guilty for all this. He didn’t know that all this time there was a woman who was pregnant with his child but he wasn’t there.

Your uncle turned to Patrick then turned to you. He massaged his forehead, then exhaled. “Okay, I’ll give you some time. Please...” said your uncle while patting Patrick on the shoulder.

You got up from your seat when Patrick had closed the door to the room. The two of you face each other and stand now.

“I’m sorry..”

“No, this is not your fault. We were strangers having a one night stand. I understand, this is not your responsibility, please don't feel that you have to do all this. I could have aborted the pregnancy from day one, but—"

“But you don’t have the heart to do that. You have a very kind heart to raise the child of someone you don’t know. And regarding responsibility, I have full responsibility for my child.” Patrick said in a firm voice. He sighed, then walked over to you.

“You thought I didn’t see you from far away, right?”Patrick took both of your hands and held them, “the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the person I slept with that night. And I had a strong feeling that the child you were carrying was mine.”

“Y/N... thank you…” Patrick said in a very low tone. His blue eyes looked very happy, “I’m the happiest man in this world…. the most important thing of all is, I want to really get to know the mother who is carrying my child.”

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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thunderstorms / martin ødegaard

author's note: OMG THIS GIF????? dead. i'm in love. anyways, here it is. the tittle's pretty self explanatory, but had this idea once i realised i'm not the biggest fan of thunderstorms. not the best i've ever written buuuut it's fluff and 2 idiots in love who think it's unrequited when it's not so it's good for my heart. anywayssssss too much talking.

summary: you never quite liked thunderstorms -not as a child and, surprisingly, not now either. it hadn't been a problem until you moved out of your parent's house, living with martin now, who didn't really know about your secret.

wc: 1.5 k. words.

you knew that, being a twenty-something woman, you should have grown out of your fear of thunderstorms: everyone had it, at some point in their life, but it quickly had faded away: long forgotten or just outgrown it. except, unfortunately, you hadn't.

having recently moved in with martin, your best friend, you hadn't found a reason to tell him. you knew it was stupid anyways, and with how often he was away, if any storms was to break out suddenly you could just turn the music up, like you did when you lived with your parents, and hope it ends sooner than later. basically, it hadn't appeared to be a problem. at least, not until now.

when you woke up today, and checked the weather app -like you always did before going to work-, you saw the little icon signaling a thunderstorm coming later today. but being as stubborn as you were, you didn't want to believe it. your mother always used to say that the weather wasn't an exact science, and a gush of wind could turn the whole calculations on their feet. but, even if you wanted to believe your mother, you knew that sooner or later you luck would run out.

you had arrived a couple of hours ago, having made dinner and quietly gone back up to your room, expecting the inevitable to happen. you had heard martin come in too, not too long after you. but you knew he might be tired from training, and you didn't want to bother him too much.

it had been pouring down for almost 30 minutes now, the noise cancelling earphones turning to be useless while the vibrations from the thunder seemed to creep under your bones. you knew annoying martin with such childish concerns wouldn't make anything better -hell, he couldn't call down the thunderstorm, no matter what he did-, but anyways, you found yourself right at his door, knuckle hitting slowly the wood to draw his attention. maybe, if you were lucky, he would already be asleep.

"martin, hi," was the first thing you said when the door opened and you saw his broad frame. he was in sweatpants and no shirt, and you had to focus really hard not to look at him too long. his disheveled hair made you aware that he was, in fact, sleeping, and you only felt dumber about it. "sorry to wake you up".

"hey, no. wasn't asleep yet", he lied, voice still hoarse while smiling tiredly. "everything okay?".

almost on cue, a thunder struck, making you jump involuntarily and prompting martin to extend his arms towards you. "y/n, are you okay?", he asked, palms softly going up and down your arm, trying to calm you down. "it might sound kinda silly but i-i'm afraid of thunderstorms," you confessed, cheeks heating up under his attentive piercing blue stare. stumbling onto his words, probably due to the sleep that still clouded his brain. not that he would ever admit to you that yeah, he was awoken by your presence. "you can sleep here if that'll make you feel better". he quietly added, overthinking whether he had sounded too forward. "i mean, if you want?".

the little laugh that emanated from you not only eased his worries, but it warmed up his heart, like it always did. you shyly got into the room, with martin closing the door softly behind your frame. the room, even dark as it was, still could be recognised as his: his fragrance intoxicating in the best way.

"you know you can get closer, right?”. martin is the first one to speak once you’ve settled under the covers. you didn’t want to annoy him, again, so you had resolved to sleep as far away from his body as possible. “you’ll fall and hurt yourself, y/n.”

"you're already doing too much. i don't want to bother you any further".

he chuckled at your reasoning. "nonsense. come on, come closer".

martin extended his arms, fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulders. he did it softly, force just enough to turn you from your side to your back, facing the ceiling now. he smiled involuntarily at the sight, your features softly illuminated by the light coming from the outside, before swiftly turning to face him. you never liked to sleep on your back.

the storm was still going as strong as before, but now, you had something else to focus on. or someone. being this close was already dangerous enough, you thought. his body heat radiating, reminding you that he was very much there didn’t help, either, and the effects were worse than you could have anticipated. you doubted what was worse: facing the night scared for the thunderstorm, or for fucking it all up now, with martin so close to you.

what you didn't know was that martin was struggling just as much.

even if he didn't know, he was slowly but surely falling in love with you. it had started as a silly crush, really, even before asking you to live with him. he hadn't done it with any ulterior motives: he knew you needed a place to stay, and being good friends for quite some time it wouldn’t be such a crazy idea to propose you to live with him. i’m not even there half of the time, he assured: and he was right. what he couldn’t forewarn was how he would react when the two of you were under the same roof. the domesticity of it all is what lulled him in in the end: how easy you seemed to fit into his life, -not that he asked it from you-, how cute you looked when you were making coffee for the both of you, how your hair rested softly on your shoulder, messy bed hair adorning your beautiful face.

the daydreaming, more like nightdreaming? had gone so far in martin's head that he hadn't noticed the little "i love you" that fell from his lips, breathy and almost inaudible. if it was muttered five seconds after, you would have been deeply asleep, lulled by the way martin was playing with your hair, fingers treading on the streaks. the confession would have slipped past you if you weren’t on the verge of consciousness, the norwegian’s voice being the silver string that brought you back. "what?".

"god, you scared me”, he said, bringing a hand to rest on his beating heart. “thought you were asleep". you asked, again, now eyes wide open, trying to get even the smallest glimpse of his face. "what did you say?".

"i don't really know. maybe i talk in my sleep and i didn’t know until now,” he jokes, and although you're quite disappointed about it, you give the benefit of the doubt. "oh. okay."

you know it’s dumb, really. you hadn't even heard him clearly to begin with, but the possibility of hearing your roommate say “i love you” had made your stomach turn slightly, and now, instead, you couldn’t help but feel kinda disappointed, even if you reprimanded yourself for even thinking about it. he was giving you so much already, what more could you possibly want?

but if martin ødegaard prided himself for something, was being perceptive. he knew how to recognise patterns, sense if something had changed in the behavior of one of his teammates that could hint at any problems that needed fixing inside the squad: that’s why he was captain, both at arsenal and his national team. and due to this, he could sense how your tone dropped, seemingly disappointed at his vague answer. yeah, he was in too deep, but he realized what he had said.

"hypothetically speaking, if i had said something, what would you think about it?".

"depending on what you said”.

he had continued playing with your hair all throughout the interaction, but getting closer to the strands that adorned your face now. "tell me what you've heard," martin insisted with a mischievous tone. "that you loved me,” you whispered, questioning tone at the end of the sentence and quickly shifting your gaze into his eyes away, involuntarily falling at his lips. you saw the smirk that played on his face before he said "yeah, wasn't such a surprise, wasn’t it?" and slipped his calloused hand towards your neck, slowly caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“stop,” you giggled, flustered at his latest actions. turning to hide your face in the pillow, he still could hear your accusation, although rather muffled. “you’re lying to make me forget about the stupid storm outside”. he tipped your head back, slowly, making you face him again. his bright blue eyes had shifted to your lips now. “could tell you exactly the same thing tomorrow, over breakfast, when the sun's out", he reassures, nose touching your own lovingly. "you like your eggs scrambled, don’t you?” martin asked, not that he needed your confirmation to know: he had watched you enough to know what you liked to have in the mornings.

“and you like your coffee way too strong”.

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iluvjakey · 2 years

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what you waiting for?

warnings: mentions of alcohol, threesome, oral sex (reader receiving), cockiness, cursing, masturbation (all receiving), cum play/tasting.

pairing: taehyun x fem!reader x beomgyu. mentions of yeonjun, soobin and hueningkai.

a/n: reading threesomes has been one of my biggest weakness ✨ i wanted to write about these guys, specially because they've been wrecking the shit out of me waahh. (´-﹏-`；)

word count: 4k.

the night was darkening the soft orange-purple in the sky when you took the last shot of soju. you weren't drunk at all, not as soobin and yeonjun that they end up finishing three bottles together and kai decided to take them home in a taxi, leaving just the three of you in your apartment, away form witnessing the stupidest things that came out from his hyung's drunken mouths.

beomgyu helped to clean the mess a little, grabbing the soda cans and soju bottles to separatd them from the other garbage, settling all in their place. taehyun was doing the dishes, wagging his hips along with the current song playing in the background, too focused on his duty and finishing all in less than fifteen minutes. after all the noon messing with your place, it was the least they could do so they sincerely told you to stay were you were and let them clean for you. in the other hand, you were scrolling in your spotify favorite songs, looking for something nice that everyone in this room would enjoy the same as you, trying to find something that can combine the taste of each of you just to have fun. the right song lit up in your mind, tapping the tittle track that has been stuck in you for the past days: w.y.w.f.

the song resounded softly through the walls of your small apartment, the boys greeted excited agreeing with such a good choice of yours. they show up in the living room, patting their hands on their pants after cleaning them. you smiled at them, bowing your head like you were taking well their thumbs up at the chosen song. taehyun sat next to you and so did beomgyu, not really keeping their distance from you but you just ignored it and thought that it wasn't a really big couch.

they both pushed lightly your shoulders just to play around, but trying to bring your legs to your chest it was impossible for you to keep your eyes off of the toned shape of taehyun's thighs and beomgyu's veiny hands caressing his pants. your sight deviated slightly from his pretty hands to go discreetly to his clothed crotch. it made your lips dry so you soaked them recklessly, even without thinking too much or imagining if any of them were actually noticing the stare. you came back to earth, finding taehyun slightly rolling his eyes with a sly smile, scratching his neck to see you again, this time with a judgemental look. did he saw it? you thought. he wasn't drunk at all to pretend he didn't see a thing so it made you feel numb inside.

“geez, some personal space, please!” you grunted at them, pushing their arms to let you go.

“yeah, like your eyes, isn't it?” taehyun attacked with a grin in his lips.

he certainly saw those naughty eyes trailing his best friend's crotch, and you trying to get nervously away from their bodies pressing your sides confirmed his thoughts.

“whatever”

“oh no, i saw it too” it was gyu's voice in your shoulder, it surprised you but you wouldn't let them see you nervous so you kept the poker face.

“i literally don't know what you dickheads are talking about”

“and she's cursing” taehyun added.

it was true that you barely cursed, not even alone when you're full of work to do or someone pissed the shit out of you. they couldn't even remember the last time you did it in front of them, even the whole group knows that basic thing of you so it really amazes them since their language is almost 80% cursing and the 20% a decent conversation.

“does it make you that nervous, y/n?” beomgyu teased pushing your arm a little and tilting cutely his head to the left, only to remark your name.

“you wish” you whistle in front of his face, keeping the calm face to not feed their egos, turning your head to the ceiling.

“what if i have?” his voice felt like a purr, almost hitching in your ear.

his face was less than a meter from yours. with shyly eyes, you stare at his too; going down to his charming lips but this time looking curved in a cocky smile with his tongue pushing slightly to the inside of his cheek. his elbows positioned on his thighs to get closer to you as his head turned to see you properly. his lips looked fresh after he soaked them quickly and a slight lift on his eyebrows waited to defeat any response that may come out of your mouth.

“you haven't, you're just trying to make me nervous” you talked back, pushing his leg with your knee, making him loose the balance.

“oh, so we are getting it?” taehyun said approaching to you too, putting his weight on his right hand as he approached his curious head to you.

“what? no, this is stupid” it was actually driving your senses like they wanted, not being a bad experience for you at the moment, you actually enjoyed it.

“well, fuck it, i've dreamed about you” taehyun confessed very composed to you, and he was indeed, because he doesn't drink any alcohol but was it serious?

“what...? can you believe him?” you turned your head to gyu, but he was so giggly covering the laughs with his palm that you didn't need an answer anymore. “so you knew”

“c'mon, he have dreamed about you too” taehyun said to you again, having a reddened ear beomgyu in your side now but still laughing.

it took you some seconds to clear your throat, doubting yourself and the right words. you played with a lint of you ripped jeans, you weren't exactly nervous for what would happen after saying a thing, you already knew their thoughts about you and there's no back in time so it wouldn't make any difference if you ask them about those interesting dreams.

“what exactly you have dreamed about me?” you asked out of nowhere, a little playful for them to take away the sudden tensed mode.

they slightly shared looks. taehyun prompted his brown haired friend to speak first and he punched his arm in defense to make him do it. beomgyu saw you, immediately scratching his nape and wondering if it was a good idea since they started teasing you.

“uhm, there's no need to expla—”

“just spill it out!” you cut him.

“well, uhm... plenty of stuff; you know, touching you and kissing you everywhere” beomgyu said, bringing his daegu accent to talk fast than usual.

“everywhere?” you asked.

“i had the same dream, i mean, i dreamed about kissing you in certain parts” taehyun came in to the conversation, having your upper body turned to face him.

“what you mean?”

“sincerely? eat you out” the younger said caressing nervously his thighs as his words almost cut in the middle of the sentence.

you never thought of taehyun in that way, i mean, you couldn't lie that he was immaculately handsome, that his cooking skills could be considered as a charm of his, and sometimes you have loose yourself in his dark warm eyes, so beautifully to see specially if they're smiling at you, and yeah, he does smiles with his eyes. not even forgetting about the millions times you saw him after working out, wondering if looking that much at a friend is sane and normal in other friendships.

it wasn't a different story for beomgyu; you already had a mild crush on him a year ago, it was fast but it happened. you never told him, or any other person and who knows what would happen if you ever decided to do it, maybe you would not be exactly were you are but you didn't regret it. beomgyu had this bright smile and kissable lips, never thinking of them in a romantic way now but certainly accepting that he was quite attractive.

now, knowing that they, your best friends for years, have desired about pleasuring you in this unique way, the one that you haven't reach an orgasm with before, as much as you relaxed and helped the guy with your fingers it just never happened and has you wanting desperately to experience it the more you searched about do it properly. they shocked you indeed, but also made your curiosity fire up.

“and would you?” you said moving your legs from side to side, playing with your own mind to not see their impressed faces.

“uhm, yes, if you let us” taehyun answered, and you could even hear the gulp in his throat.

“like, both of you at the same time?” you look up to them, first to taehyun and then to the flustered beomgyu next to you.

they saw each other and a soft smirk couldn't care less of their nervousness inside; the need to taste you and fulfill their twisted dreams about you won the battle against the inexperience of a threesome, it wouldn't be so bad, right? they looked at you with such a mischievous face, still caring about your own thoughts about do it, and how it would change the entire friendship you've achieve, but you seemed chill enough.

“we can give it a try” the brown haired said, caressing softly your hand over your knee, grabbing it gently.

his finger pads on your skin sent shivers down your spine, not containing a soft gasp from your mouth. beomgyu noticed how sensitive you were by now, and if it wasn't for how much they've been in your sides teasing you with those personal dreams of theirs, he might think you have a crush on him or something. you crossed your legs without thinking, pressing the cotton of your undies against your needy crotch.

“you want to?” you turned your body to taehyun in your left, asking with your eyes if it was okay to grab his hand, still having your own in beomgyu's fingers. the older nodded.

“yes, i mean, it's new for me and for you two as well, isn't it? i wanna do it anyway” he said, not sure how to react when you twirled your fingers with his. he found it cute but new for sure.

“so...?” you looked down to your legs; pressed one over the other, with your friend's hands over your thighs, very close to you that they would even hear your heartbeats.

“shall we start?” beomgyu asked leaning his face to whisper near your neck, where his lips connected with your skin and taehyun did not stayed back taking carefully your hand, leading you to touch his thigh while he put your hair aside, kissing wet your bare shoulder.

their breaths felt hot against your skin, it tickled in there but you actually liked it. beomgyu grabbed tight your hand to place it carefully in his thigh just like taehyun did. you never thought of actually being in that position, maybe a threesome sounded possible but do it with your friends never was a will to do in your bucket list. the truth is that you were enjoying the attention they were giving you, it felt so good for some reason but you thanked it didn't went awkward.

feeling their fleshy tongues cat-licking the skin of your neck and shoulder made soft sounds escape from your mouth. beomgyu caressed your arm, trailing his fingers down your thigh and the insides of it, drawing patterns in the black material of your jeans. your eyes opened wide after being shuttered with their kissy-kissy thing, it didn't bothered you at all but it surprised you.

the brown haired asked you with his eyes if it okay to keep going and you nodded, having his palm over your thigh to squeeze a little, going closer to your intimacy but only for teasing. you surely knew what he was doing, and you cursed inside yourself because it was definitely getting you wetter the more you wanted it to go further. it terrified your mind to even think of him like that again. taehyun went up slowly to your chin, grabbing you gently with only two fingers and his charming smile made your legs tremble, slightly clenching on nothing as his pinky lips were only a few centimeters to yours.

“fuck, i never told you this but you have pretty lips” taehyun said, hot breath hitching your in mouth. “may i kiss you?”

“do it, please”

“i never thought you have manners” he said, tilting his head to the side while his lips brushed yours playing with you.

“that's the two of us” you mumbled, being suddenly cornered by taehyun's lips and you couldn't help but grunt.

his lips felt unreal. soft, gentle in moves but also desperate. his head moved aside, giving a good space for the both of you to grow in need during the kiss. his tongue entered slowly, caressing yours in a way to ask for permission, which you accepted opening more your mouth and sliding smoothly your tongue to touch his. suddenly it all turned into a desperate love-making between your tongues and his grunts against your mouth made the entire moment a lot more pleasant.

not forgetting about your dearest beom, whose hand kept caressing your thigh up and down, trailing his fingers in circles over your clothed cunt, making your hips lift a little for the contact. you broke the kiss with taehyun, giving him a quick look. he seemed dizzy in need. your eyes went to your right, only tilting your head in your shoulder because beomgyu approached to your face, close enough to show you that charming grin on his lips, giving you a soft peck to try himself and then diving in your reddened mouth, still tasting like soda and soju.

there you were, kissing your last-year crush after being devoured by his younger best friend, having his fingers rubbing over your crotch. beomgyu was mild different from taehyun when it comes to kisses. he was needy indeed, it shows. his tongue caressed yours instantly, and it wasn't a problem at all but you could see how much he wanted to do it, or maybe he was just really horny by now.

his mouth, the one that never shuts during an argument, was taking good care of the one that never lets him have the last word. you could bet that he was taking your breath away with every move of his lips against you, drowning the moans that escaped roughly from you after his index and middle finger pressed on your clit rubbing it so good that your legs closed abruptly, slightly squeezing his hand down there. taehyun was watching all of it, slightly taking your hand to touch his clothed bulge.

“want us to go further, y/n?” beomgyu asked, pecking softly after every word. you giggled.

“yes, ahh— m'sure” you answered, feeling taehyun's hands caressing your thighs as he kneeled down, along with beomgyu in your right.

you saw the two guys kneeling in the wooden floor, visible bulges in their pants and needy eyes. taehyun grabbed the waistband of your pants, looking at your eyes while his hands pulled down your black jeans, he giggled when it got stuck in your feet, but beomgyu helped him, throwing it to the floor to stare at the lovely view of your panties, thighs pressing to each other trying to hide the obvious wet patch in the center. they didn't let you do it, of course. each guy grabbed one of your legs, spreading them enough to notice the reason of your shame. beomgyu smirked at you, fingers caressing the soft skin of your leg while taehyun started giving kisses in the inside of your thigh.

taehyun was the first to touch you over your cunt. your panties were the only shield you had at the moment from their dirty thoughts. his tongue licked your clothing, slightly tasting the juices as your back arched a little. beomgyu smiled, focusing on caress gently your body, following the adorable scrunch of your nose everytime taehyun sucked wet on your clit.

“oh my— ahh” they looked up to you, cherishing the first vocal moan they have caused in you.

“take these off, hyung” taehyun said, turning his face away from the inside of your legs to move aside.

you looked to beomgyu and nodded immediately even when he didn't asked you anything. his digits caressed your hips, admiring how beautiful you were indeed. he couldn't lie himself, you are such a beauty and nobody could say the opposite. he had caught himself staring too much at you all these years of friendship, never telling you anything but teasing you about it instead. he couldn't explain why he feels so jealous after you announce you're dating a new guy, after they pick you up and you get dressed with the shortest and prettiest outfits. getting jealous of the damnedest lucky guy you're fucking for the next hours. maybe he knew. i mean, it wasn't so difficult but accepting it was the difference.

his fingers pulled down your panties, looking at your exposed lower body all for them. after all this time of daydreaming of how you would look splayed legs for him, it finally came into reality. his hand stayed on your thigh to keep them spread and taehyun left some kisses on your skin. his middle and ring finger went straight to his mouth to soak them and touch delicately in your intimacy. you gripped tightly from the couch feeling his fingers playing with the wetness on your folds, spreading it all over it.

beomgyu looked up to you, feeding his cocky smile with the small grip on your lower lip, holding your own moans even when they have heard you already. taehyun smiled after watching his hyung's fingers focusing on your clit with skilled circle making on your sensitive spot, and the sweet swing of your hips everytime it hit you exactly were you wanted. taehyun wanted that too, he needed it.

“feel good?” he asks and beomgyu doesn't stop, it was an amazing image to keep in their minds for the both of them.

you just hummed to him, opening slowly your eyes to connect with theirs while your mouth release your reddened lip to open slightly when taehyun decided to spread wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, going directly were beomgyu is rubbing. he licked the sweet nectar coming out of you, and you couldn't but lift your hips a little for the contact, beomgyu chuckled at how beautiful your body reacted and he understood what to do next lowering his head to your cunt to start sucking from your clit.

you were in heaven indeed, it felt like that and your gasps started to make presence to the scene. taehyun squeezed your thigh while his soft tongue kept roughly licking and slurping, even his burlesque smile could be felt, it was the warmth of his breath against your sensitive flesh that added a plus to it. he entered his tongue a little bit inside of your hole, tasting well what he desired the most, knowing now that it was better than any of his wildest dreams.

“t—taehyun, god...!” you moaned, scratching the fabric of the couch feeling his tongue deepening but keeping the same pace that has you out of planet.

beomgyu looked up to you and you could see it in his face that hearing you moan his mate's name got his blood boil. he went harder with his violent lips sucking of your button, tongue playfully teasing up and down, and his raspy chin making you shiver contributing to a loud gasp followed by another.

“that's right, you like it?” beomgyu asked you between a pause of him licking your fully aroused cunt, all because of him.

those guys were so good at that, so mercilessly skilled to make you drown in your own moans, saying the word "yes" to both of their moves as your hips don't stop recklessly bouncing on their hungry mouths.

they were so close to each other that one or two, or maybe five times, they touched their focused tongues on your folds, not being awkward at all but new of course. they were so into it at the moment that the sly smiles mixed sharing looks of desire to give themselves a little bit of help too. while eating you out, their hands were desperately releasing the hard bulges that kept jailed inside their pants, which were fully covered in their own precum. you couldn't blame them, they were fulfilling their most desired dream. maybe yours too.

taehyun grabbed tight the cock of beomgyu first, it wasn't like he have thought of his mate's length before, but it was big for him. beomgyu grabbed his too, giving him a tiny but charming smirk of his collection even when his jaw didn't stopped from having his mouth working inveterately on you. it was oddly satisfying for both of them, oddly good and necessary. it turned into pumping each other cocks in a rough pace, hips thrusting their hands but also focusing all the way on pleasuring you.

“i— fuck! keep it like that, please” you moaned and your hands went to their heads to pull slightly from their silky hair.

running your fingers around their scalp, you found out they liked it. their doe eyes stared at you with so much attention. you could see in their faces how close they were from their own orgasm and the simple idea of them cumming just for you, with nothing but eating you out and touching themselves, make you throw your head back.

it was way too far from amazing. your brain felt euphoric, nothing could compare to any of this and you just let it be like the wind; it sent you easily up the sky, or that was what it felt like. your back arched feeling sweet and warm spasms that you only reached by yourself and maybe with two other people, but this was different from any other experience indeed.

for their view, it was beautifully perfect. taehyun and beomgyu caught every of the wonderful ways your body reacted to the orgasm; swaying and breathing rapidly, ribs shining and a pair of stuck moans mixed with a giggle of bliss in your throat as their mouths tasted your cum for the first time.

taehyun was the first to cum after you, doing it on your thigh, you saw him rubbing gently his glans to the base, shooting his thick warm cum on your skin to rub a little on it after the last drop. his lower lip was constricted between his teeth, still releasing soft grunts until he was done.

beomgyu cummed on your thighs too, a little bit up on them but you actually liked it. “shit, shit, shit” he said repeatedly, he was just so high on pleasure that he couldn't control were to finish, also; he looked so good being this adorable flustered.

it was so easy for you to touch their cum on you and spread it just a little to finally taste it with your index finger. the guys watched you do it and they could swear that that was an instant turn on. they only abstained themselves to giggle with you, help with their arms to sit right were you three were forty minutes ago, but this time mildly naked. taehyun took the tissues on the coffee table to clean you up and pass some to beomgyu. they were so smoothly comfy with you, and so with each other that you trapped their arms with you, breaking the small chat between them. they surely put attention to you and that sudden act.

“that was my first ever oral sex orgasm” you said, hugging each arm in both of your sides. that made them feel indirectly praised, and charged in their self-level ego.

“well, it was my first threesome" beomgyu added, tilting friendly his head to your shoulder.

“and my first time with a guy” taehyun said, making beomgyu look at him with audacity.

you laughed and it was so contagious that they did it too, with taehyun adding another stupid jokes to the central topic that just made yours and beomgyu belly and cheeks hurt for laughing. they stayed the night after you asked them to, which leaded to take a bath together. and god, you thanked it wasn't the only dream they had about you.

w.y.w.f is a song by junny. is one of my favorites and it wasn't exactly inspired for this but the idea came out when i was listening to it. ^^ check it out here!

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caxde · 1 year

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tangerine | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you are a teacher on Hawkins High, all of your friends have moved on and found succes, however, Eddie has had the best luck, achiving the tittle of Rockstar, and missing you more than he's aware of. (8.2k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends! in love, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes-ish to firends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, eventual smut so minor dni (fingering, p in v), english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

“G’ mornin Ozz” You mutter as the big brown mutt starts to lick your face, while his tail moves from side to side. He sets its two paws on top of your bed and you lie down quickly enough so his body touches yours instead of the mattress. “M’kay, gimme a minute.” You groan as you slowly sit up, scratching the sleep away from your eyes. As you begin to stretch your body and hear it all pop, you can see as your little companion does the same, asking for pets after he is done. You smile at him as you pet his head absentmindedly.

You dress yourself lazily, a pair of washed up light blue jeans that have some paint stain on them and an old distressed shirt covered by one of those old jumpers that you seem to have had since forever.

Ozz looked at you excitedly, sitting down next to the door, waiting for you to go on your morning walk, and enjoy the time that working takes away from him.

It felt funny, walking these streets again, unbothered now, without having to worry or panic about anything. A quiet life, a still life, one that lets you sleep peacefully at night. The only thing that worried you lately was whether you preferred your senior class to read Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice or something more recent, perhaps The Never Ending Story. You debated on it while Ozz kept you company in the early morning, the cold clinging to your face, waking you up at once.

All of your friends were doing absurdly well.

You can’t help but think as you head back home and get ready to head to your job.

Nancy still sends you emails for you to read, filled with her beautiful writing detailing how crazy being a Pulitzer winning journalist is, you smile and treasure them dearly. Robin usually sends you her manuscripts before anyone else, and has begged you to illustrate her new one, and your sketchbook was filled with ideas that you needed to get back to her. Steve finally had decided to study history, and was now teaching it at The Chicago University, everytime he comes back to Hawkins he calls you up so you can chat and grab a beer.

But Eddie, he was the luckiest one. And you cried often when you heard that he achieved another milestone, and would try to contact him, not really being able to, usually leaving each other long voicemails.

However, you kept a picture of the two of you on your desk, the one you took before he disappeared, before everything happened to him and you were able to call him yours.

Anyhow, you need to focus on what you were doing, having arrived at the doors of your classroom now.

In what felt like a thousand miles away, Eddie layed covered in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy, his ears ringing from the amount of cheers and screams he just got away from. His legs still shaking, not believing that this was now his life, and eager to be able to share it with everyone he cared about.

And even if he didn’t speak it aloud, you were on the top of that list.

“I counted fifteen.” Gareth said as he reached him, running out of breath. He looked at him confused, and tried his hardest to put his hair away, trying to cool down.

“What?” He said, his eyes squinting at him.

“Bras. They were throwing bras, Eddie!” He laughed as he saw how the eyes of his friend opened as he emphasized with big hand movements.

“You are a bigger dork now than in highschool.” He teased as he punched him in his arm.

“Good gig, yeah?” Jeff smiled as he joined them backstage. Eddie clapped him on the back, still processing the fact that they had just played in the actual Merriweather Post Pavilion, they had actually standed where Led Zeppelin had once been, and he smiled quietly to himself, eager to pick up the phone and tell you all about it. He was in Columbia, and had hopes to actually find you awake for once.

“We’re a long way from The Hideout.” Ben comes out, hanging Eddie a cigarette as he searches for a lighter that he provides back.

“Fuck yeah we are” Gareth screams excitedly, and they can’t help but to smile and celebrate as they start getting comfortable.

They know about Eddie’s ritual of leaving you a voicemail after every gig. And they politely leave the room so he can have space to actually call you.

He fidgets with his rings as he starts hearing the phone beeping, eager to hear your pre-recorded message. But for once, he is surprised by your half asleep voice.

“Hello?...” Your voice sounds as if you’d have been dozing off, cracking at the lack of interaction.

“Oh my god you’re actually awake.” He says surprised with a big smile that you can imagine as soon as you realize who it is.

“Edds?” He melts a bit as your voice softens.

“Hi darling.”

“Hi.” His face illuminated as his cheeks started to burn. He has missed your voice, he has even missed being able to hear your silences. “Where are you?”

“Columbia.” He whispers, as his voice relaxes, feeling how his whole body is met with the familiarity that you provide.

“You’re close.” He can tell that you’re still on your bed.

“Yeah, did I wake you up?” He sounds worried for once, and he hears your soft giggle that turns into a sleepless moan. His heart skips a beat.

“Not really. Was half asleep, Ozz just got off the bed.”

“He’s keeping you company?”

“Mmh.” A short moment of silence that let him stare at the ceiling, his head resting on the back of his chair. “He misses you.”

“He does?” He teases, and you laugh softly at the question.

“Yeah. Of course he does.” You can hear him laugh now, the question in his mind is evident enough that he doesn’t even need to ask it before you answer. “I miss you too dickhead.” His smile is bigger than before as that makes you both laugh.

“Do too.”

“Of course you do, I’m the life of the party. You must be bored without me, you know, you just have all the parties, and concerts, and interviews and meeting everyone you’ve wanted.” He laughs as you continue to give him ridiculous examples.

“It’s true, y’know. I kinnda miss doing a small show like, back in The Hideout.” He confesses and you chuckle a bit.

“Then just do it, Edds. Y’know, it’s your band, you can choose, right?” He shuts up, knowing that you are incredibly right, and then again, he would have to talk with so many people to even make that a possibility. But he doesn’t want to waste time complaining, he just wants to hear your voice, even better, he didn’t know how much he needed your laugh until he heard it again.

“I might. You’d come?”

“Of course, just like I used to.” You both smile at the memory, feeling nostalgic for the times you were only a short car ride away from each other. “Front row and center.”

“Oh darling, you’d be backstage and close by.” He waits a moment as he can feel you getting comfortable, the rustling of your bedsheets confirming that you’re falling asleep. “Do you wanna hang up?”

“No, I like the idea of falling asleep with you.” You confess half asleep. His cheeks burn as his smile grows wider.

It was always funny when this happened. And you were now developing a new sense for when it was about to. They would see the photo, turn away from your desk to meet with their friends and then they would start whispering with each other while looking at you every once in a while. At this point you just had to laugh.

And it always ends the same way. They wait until the end of the class, cleaning up or pretending to do so, and then approach you slowly. So when you clocked two of your senior students whispering amongst them you smiled softly. And waited patiently for the questions.

“Miss?” You heard as you were pulled away from your own world.

“Hi Taylor, what can I do for you?” You asked with your usual up-tone voice.

“Um, this is gonna be a weird ask but…” She started to avoid your eyes, as she searched for her friend to continue.

“We um, we noticed the photo on your desk, and well we just…” You laughed, a soft calm noise that made her shoulders drop. Tension being released.

“Yeah, that’s Munson.” You smile. Their eyes open once it hits them that they were right. “He used to go here, y’know?” They nod softly, and look at each other for reassurance.

“Is it true, what they say?” Taylor asks once again and your eyebrow raises at the question, unknown of what she was referencing.

“What do they say?”

“That they’ll play in The Hideout?”

“Oh.” Your cheeks seem to betray you as they grow pink. You nod at the girls as you stand up from the chair. You circle the table to face them again, reclining yourself on it. “Yeah, well, they used to, I dunno if they’ll play here anytime soon, might have to call Eds and ask.” Their smiles soften as they can see how your eyes brighten at the mention of Eddie.

“Really? You’d call him?” A squeak emanated from an excited Taylor, and you laughed with them as your head looked at the ground.

“Yeah, he calls me everytime he finishes a gig.” You smile big as you look back at them. “You enjoy his music?”

“Oh yeah, we love Corroded Coffin, but they always do shows so far away…” Taylor whispers in a soft voice. You can’t wait to tell him about it and embarrass him.

“Maybe they’ll come around. Who knows.” You smile as you clap your hands. “Now if you excuse me ladies, I need to get some things done and you need to go to maths so…”

They excuse themselves as they giggle to each other, exiting the room you smile quietly to yourself. If only you had told them about Ozz, they might have fainted, you think to yourself.

Hot tea mug by your side, you were determined to tackle the test from this week, actually getting through them and actually correct them. In time, for once.

But the desk still felt messy, and you needed to clean it all again so you could actually get work done, so you spent the next thirty minutes throwing away a couple of empty chocolate bar wrappers, and some other bits and little trash away, dreading the end of this, as it meant you had no excuse but to actually get it all done.

However, as you moved your chair so you could sit down, you were blessed with the ringing of your living room phone. thank god, you said to yourself. The caller ID had Eddie’s number, so you picked it up with a smile on your face.

“Hey Edds” Your cheerful voice seemed to sing his name.

“Actually, it’s Gareth.” The boy's voice surprised you, as you were confused for a bit.

“Oh. Hey Gareth, what’s up?”

“Don’t need to sound that disappointed,”His voice teased as it dropped a little bit. “Eddie’s recording so he couldn’t call you.”

“Oh, okay, well, tell him hello anyway.”

“Yeah I will.” You nod at that. A second of weird silence between the both of you.

“So, how come you called?” You decide to go ahead and ask, you had never been fond of small talk anyway.

“Oh yeah, right.” You heard his lips press against each other as he paused. “So, we’re coming back to The Hideout. In a week, we announced last night, anyway, Eddie wanted to know if we could crash at your house, y’know, my folks sold the house and Wayne’s trailer isn’t that big anyway.” He reasoned with you, trying to convince you, even if he knew you’d say yes regardless.

“Of course, just call me when you know you’ll come and I’ll fix you up some space.”

“Sweet, great. I’ll tell Eddie to call you regardless.”

You see how Ozz stands up all of a sudden, his head tilted and ears raised, whining as he looks at the door, he sounds as if he is crying with excitement, so your eyes are locked on him as he eyes you fastly, asking for your help.

“Yeah, see you soon Gareth.”

“Yeah, bye.” He mumbles as you hear the line go dead.

“What’s up Ozz?” You ask him, as his head dips down, looking back at the door, tapping it with its paw.

You move closer to him, and his head shakes in anticipation, as his paws tip-taps the floor excitedly as your hand gets closer to the handel, he practically leaps through the door as soon as you open it, and as your eyes follow him, a grin on your face as you see his tail wagging crazily, as you follow his direction you see him, and your heart drops for a second too long.

Guitar on his shoulder, and large bag on his side, he stood there. Hair as long and frizzy as ever, and the same smile that he always saved for you, Eddie was there, eyes as bright as you remember, looking up at you before dipping down and focusing his attention on the dog.

“Hi Ozzy!” His voice higher than usual, sitting down on the floor as the dog licks his face away as he giggles petting him ferociously, letting him get on top of him as he resigns and lets the dog love him back.

“Eddie.” You whisper, still trying to process it all. Your hands covering your surprised opened mouth as your feet move you down the steps that leave your house.

“Hey sweetheart.” His eyes illuminate as he looks up at you, a sincere smile curing his lips.

“Gareth said-” Your words had trouble coming out, still finding it hard to believe that he was indeed there, and that you weren’t dreaming.

“I know. I uh… Told him to call you so I’d know if you were home… wanted to surprise you.” He explains, as he stands up, clapping his hands clean as he takes a step towards you, Ozz coming back to you, his tail still wagging.

“How did you- Why- I don’t…”

“I missed you.” He gleams as his words come out of his mouth. “Just that.” He finishes, standing in front of you, close enough that your feet would touch if you took a step further. “Well, and Ozzy.” he added, tilting his head slightly as his smile brightened.

“I still think Bowie suits him best.”

“You didn’t like Mr.Crowley.” He reminds you as he points his finger, the tip of it touching the corner of your mouth.

“It felt like he had to be the teacher.” You laugh as your head looks at the ground, nervous from his touch, your heart stops for a moment when you hear his voice chuckling.

“Well, glad you took care of my dog.”

“Mmmh, mine now.”

He smiles fondly at you, before closing the distance and hugging you closely. Your bodies finally met, your arms tangled behind his neck, his hands hanging behind your waist, his arms pulling you closer. An unconscious smile appears on your lips as you smell him again, his hair tickling your nose, sandalwood, cigarette smoke and something you can’t quite tell. His thumb stroking the small part of your skin that gets exposed when your arms rise up to hold him. He leaves a small kiss on the crown of your head, resting his head there for a second too long.

“Edds, I’m leaving!” You screamed as you grabbed your old jacket from the hanger by the door.

“M’kay.” He yawned as he peered down the staircase, sleep still present in his eyes.

“Guest mattress comfy?” You tease him lightly as you can see his eyes hiding behind his palms, his hair twisted and knotted from having just woken up. You didn’t dare look down, his chest is exposed, his legs covered by old gym wear that he had packed.

“M’no” He mumbled as his eyes finally opened enough to look at you, his voice cracking as he spoke his first words of the day, deep and short, not having any energy to do or say anything else.

“Oh, poor Edds.” you teased him a bit more, showing him your tongue as you handed him a mug full of coffee. “There’s more on the pot.”

“Thanks.” He whispered before taking a sip, head shaking as he tried to wake up.

“Ozz will beg you to walk him, his leash is hanging by the coats.”

“Got it.” He nodded at the brown dog, his tail already wagging. “When’re you coming back?”

“Uh… Should be here around five, why?”

“Dunno, might go and say hi to Wayne.” You nodded, feeling a bit dumb to not have thought that maybe he preferred to be with his actual family, rather than with you. His eyes opened as he seemed to clock that thought passing behind your eyes. “I mean, he did pick me up from the airport yesterday, and everything but… Dunno, wanted to stay with you.” He quickly reassured you, a lazy smile on his face made you release the air that you had been holding.

He walked with you to the front door, closing it behind you after he had whispered a sleepy goodbye to you.

He spent the majority of his morning doing absolutely nothing. Letting himself enjoy the non-rush he now had. The small holiday he had given to himself. Of course, he couldn’t help himself from looking around, but really, it’s not his fault. He always had that habit of looking at other people's things. He liked to imagine what you looked like while you were correcting or grading papers, and he giggled when he saw your little tower of -according to the post-it - mandatory read i don’t enjoy, though his smile deepened when he saw the one next to it books i’ll make mandatory even if it ends me. Suddenly, he was back in high school, and you were sat on his lunch table, as his party babbled away about the campaign, while you laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes focused deep with the words of Jane Austen, Sylvia Plath, Isabell Allende it didn’t matter, he always remembered you like that, curled up with a book between your hands.

He always liked when you had let him lay on your thighs, and hearing you read outloud, while one of your fingers traced around his face, not really thinking about it.

He missed stupid small moments like that.

But then again, nothing had made his heart skip a beat as fast as when he saw the copy he had let you borrow of The Hobbit, on that tower, the pages were now a different shade, and they still had all of his notes he had written on the pages margins.

He thought about you, and those silly intimate moments while he played on his guitar later that morning. Ozzy curled up beside him, while he tried to remember the melody of that Led Zeppelin’s song you had always loved. Especially when he sang it to you, he seemed to recall.

But as these moments of calmness or rather, stillness go, it was interrupted, by your phone this time.

Eddie debated on whether or not to pick it up, but he decided he might as well.

“Um, hello?”

“Eddie? Thank god, can you check something for me?” Your voice came through the speaker, agitated and ever so slightly out of breath.

“Uh, yeah sure. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah fine. Can you just look if I left my wallet and a little container on the kitchen counter?” You begged, as you rushed through your words.

“Yeah hold on.” You could hear his steps as he went to check it. When he saw the two objects you described he grabbed them and slowly walked over to the phone, resting his weight against the wall, lazily.

“Yeah, they’re here.”

“Fuu-dge.” You caught yourself before cursing, which only made him laugh.

“Fudge?”

“I can’t curse while I’m working.” You remind him, sounding frustrated now.

“Oh, right. Forgot.”

“Well, okay. I’ll just eat when I get home then.” You muttered as you exhaled air, your words reaching his ears a little muffled because of that.

“Can’t they give you a plate or something?” He tried to reason with you, realizing that the container held your lunch.

“Nah, that will only give Lora a headache.” You scoffed.

“Well, I could-”

“Forget it Edds, I’ll see you in a few hours, I need to go.” You hanged up, and an idea popped into his head, as a smile appeared on his lips.

It had been a brief walk, thirty minutes flew by as he walked by the streets he used to dream about escaping, smiling proudly at the fact that he did. Though now, standing behind the green door that led to your classroom, he had become that shy Eddie that he was when he studied in those halls.

And he had become enamored by how you stood, smiling as you spoke through your lesson.

However, you hadn’t seen him, and where still yapping about the assignment, having divided your senior group into small teams so they could start working, when all of a sudden, you saw how their eyes shifted away from you, straight to the door, usually you would dismiss that, knowing that with five minutes left for lunch break, they usually daydreamed about what they would eat, or what they would do, but normally, they look at the window to do that, but what really made your head look into that direction was the gasps that were emanating from your students, and the excited looks they were sharing. Once you looked over, and saw a smiling Eddie holding the plastic bag high, your eyes opened in shock, as you had definitely lost your train of thought.

“I… I’m sorry class… Can you give me a minute?” You said through your teeth, your eyes squinting as you tried not to lose your cool, knowing that if Principal Higgins saw him there you would never hear the last of it. So you walked -almost ran- to the door, closing it fast behind you. “Edds… What are you doing here?”

“I brought you your lunch!” He exclaimed happily, his eyes looking down at you, as his lips curved upwards, the plastic bag swinging from his hand.

“And that’s really sweet but you shouldn’t have.”

“Well, when you don’t eat you get dizzy, and then you get nauseous, and finally, you’re… bitchy… So, take your lunch and eat.” He explains to you, as he points every reason with his fingers, tapping them on your chest.

“Idiot.” You muttered as you flushed, enough for him to notice, even when you try to look at the ground in an attempt to hide it.

“Yeah, well, you call me that a lot.” He chuckled as he finished. “Besides, you’ve only got five minutes left.”

“Three now.”

“Yeah, so I can wait for you and keep you company.” He wasn’t teasing, you could tell he was being sincere.

“Shit, look-”

“Language.” Now he was teasing, a smile appearing in both of your faces.

“Fuck off…” You giggled as you looked at the ground for a bit, messing with your hair as you looked back at him. “‘Kay, come in, but… They’ll have- they’re gonna freak out.”

You were right, as soon as he set foot into your classroom a choir of excited squeals and “oh my god” could be heard, and you tried not to laugh, but it was bound to happen. He was as recognizable as ever, even with his hair tied up in a lazy pointali that was now coming undone, and a light faded out shirt, his tattoos and posture betrayed him.

“Uh, hi.” He muttered as soon as he could, shy once again at the undivided attention that he had gathered.

“So, class… Can we keep this a secret?” You tried to bargain, as they tried hard not to lose it, the majority of them covering their mouths or rubbing their eyes.

“What the fuck?” You could hear one of your older students say as he couldn’t stay still on his chair.

“I think she doesn’t like that kind of language in the class… um…”

“Trevor!”

“Trevor, yeah, I’m Eddie.” He said cheerfully, as they all nodded, your face hidden behind your hand, forehead resting on the palm of it. You hided a giggle while he sat down on your chair.

“You’re an idiot.” You said as you were finally alone in your classroom. Sitting down, faceing him, his mouth half open as he was starting to eat a sandwich he had made for him.

“Yeah, you call me that a lot.” He agreed, playing with the teasing that you had started, even if he knew, deep down, that you were glad he did that, the colours on your cheek betraying you once again.

“Well… You are.” You smile down, as you reach into your bag. A little container with Joyce’s leftovers in it, and your stomach grumbled as you saw them. “Thank you.” You whispered, a shy look in your eyes as they made brief contact with him. He nodded as he took a bite.

“Don’t mention it.” He would never say it aloud, but he would do anything you’d ask him to. Even if that meant sitting in silence, in an empty classroom that smells of dust and cheap deodorant. He couldn’t help his lips from smiling at you, enjoying the calmness of it all. Seeing you smile at nothing, enjoying the fact that he could see your hair get tangled as your head shakes every time you had a good bite of food on your mouth.

“Idiot…” You muttered again.

“You’ve already called me that, sweetheart.” He remarks, winking at you.

You giggle as you take out your hand from the small bag, the small fruit on your hand, moving it as if it was a trophy you had just won.

“A tangerine?” You teased him, though, truth be told, the tension between the two of you could be felt from across the hall, and it made it all look as if you couldn’t help but smile, and joke and fantasie about what you would like to do to say thank you.

“Yeah, well… You’ve got a sweet tooth…” He was the one blushing now, having lost himself for a second too long on your lips. His hand touched yours as he grabbed the small fruit from your soft hands, peeling it from you. “You don’t need to stink up your hands.”

“Oh, I stink?” You joked.

“Oh yeah, no wonder it has to smell of deodorant in here.”

You shook your head as you laughed with him, your eyes focusing on his dimples. You really had missed him.

If you were being sincere with yourself, you had expected loud noise, maybe a broken glass or two, however, the stillness and comfort of the moment was a pleasant surprise.

There was nothing special about it, not really. Gareth laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling while he tapped away with his fingers, tum-tuming away at everyhting he came in contact with, legs, floor or table, didn’t matter. Ben had his head resting on it, his back on the leg of the wooden table that you got second hand in a yard sale, his fingers moving as he was playing bass. Jeff sat by himself, on Joyce’s old recliner playing softly on his beat up guitar. However, Eddie was next to you, his arm laid on your shoulders, pulling you closer, making you bury your head on his chest, while he played with your hair, not really thinking about it, he just did it because it felt natural. It felt like what was supposed to be done, it felt like old times, when you would fall asleep next to him and nothing mattered. Though, to be fair, you weren’t exempt from guilt. Your arm was across his chest, hugging him in return, and snuggling him as your head moved closer to him, his chin resting on the top of your head now, your fingers tracing a nonsense pattern across his skin.

It was bliss. It was peaceful.

So obviously, someone had to talk.

“I’m nervous for tomorrow.” Eddie whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair even further. A soft laughter filled the room as everyone heard him.

“You’ve literally just played Merriweather. You’ve stood where Led stood… The Hideout’s nothing.” You muttered, eyes looking up at him, as he smiled down at you, your cheeks flushing as you made eye contact.

“Yeah, but we didn’t know anyone…” Gareth said as he stood up.

“And everyone will be there.” Jeff finished, with a giggle from everyone.

“You’ll be there?” Eddie asked, a soft whisper on you ear, making your skin tingle where his breath graced your skin.

“Front and center.” You murmured back, your head nodding as you look at him. His eyes lighting up.

“No, backstage and close by.” He assured you. His lips kissing your forehead, forgetting for a second that you’re not alone. That you’re not together.

“You know, I like that you two-” Ben started, stopping as soon as he realized that everybody was looking at him, Gareth shaking his head no. “What?”

“They’re not…” Gareth tried to say, to explain something that neither of you were sure to know how to actually explain.

“I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” You smile apologetically, as you push Eddie’s arm away from you, standing up, not hearing anything that they were saying any longer.

Logically, you knew you had no right to be upset. Nothing that they had said was a lie, but maybe what hurt more was that everything was true, and rather you like it or not, you were in love once again with him, how could you not. It was inevitable. You had said goodbye when he left, you had stayed in contact, and he appeared out of the blue in front of your house.

He had taken care of you without you asking him to. He had been there for you countless times. Fuck, he had even let you take care of the dog.

It all went through your head at speed light, so you paced around your bedroom, walls closing in on you. You were silently crying now, tears falling down.

“Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.” You kept saying to yourself, in an attempt to calm you down, as you sat down on the mattress.

The way your house had been constructed, somehow made that the street lights didn’t shine through your window at night, so when you stared at it, only darkness could be seen. That and Eddie standing on your doorway, his head looking at the ground, hand anxiously covering his mouth. As soon as he realised that you caught him he turned around, trying to leave.

“Don’t…” Your voice broke as you spoke. You turned your head to look at him, hand wiping away a tear. “Stay?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, before you even blinked he was already sitting beside you. “Why are you…?”

“It’s silly.”

“Don’t think so.”

“We’ve never talked about it.” You almost spat out the words, as if they were burning. “So we don’t have to now…” You try to soften your tone with a smile, but it doesn’t seem to work.

“You’re crying.” He stated, his eyebrows raising in concern, as he climbed the bed, carefully approaching you. “So you obviously need to talk about it.”

“I don’t.” Your voice was getting irritated now, frustrated might be a better way to describe it.

“Well, then you’re lying.” His voice had become dry, though hesitant or nostalgic seemed like good words to describe it too.

“Then I guess I’m a liar.” You mocked his tone, getting angry now.

Not really knowing why.

Not really caring for it.

He let you in silence, even when you seemed mad at him, he knew what and when you needed what you needed. So he stayed beside you, worried that he had done something so unforgivable that had made you stop trusting him. His leg grew restless, anxiously waiting for you to say something, anything, if he opened his mouth in this instance he’d beg you to do so, he’d crawl and fall to his knees if that meant that you’d say something.

And you desperately wanted to. You wanted to tell him everything, you wanted to scream, and shout and tell him that the only thing you want, or need is for him to stay close to you.

“If you don’t want me here…” He muttered, under his breath.

You pursed your lips, hurt that he might think something as ridiculous as that. You nodded slowly, turning your head at him, finally looking at his eyes. His were darkened by the lack of light on the room, however his eyes still shone when he made contact with yours, even if your eyes were red and puffy from having cried.

“It’s not that…” You add as you shake your head from side to side.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because they’re right. Because we’re nothing. Because you and everyone else left, and I stayed here, and… I missed you, every morning I woke up and you weren’t there, I’d roll to the other side of the bed and it would just be empty and cold… I- Eddie…” Your voice kept breaking as you started to talk.

“You told me to leave…” Faint words escaping him.

“Of course I told you to leave, you had to leave. You had an amazing opportunity and you needed to take it, I couldn’t be the reason for you- You would’ve resented me for the rest of your life- You…” You were shaking again, everything coming out of you, rapidly.

“I could never- I would never I… I left, yes, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped caring for you or–” His hand grabbed yours, in an attempt to ground you, to stop you from spiriling, and despite your intention, it worked, he had your full attention once again.

“Or what?”

“Love you.” He stated. His eyes looking for yours, truth in them.

“What do you mean Eddie?” You were exhausted now. Confused by his words, and having trouble understanding everything he said.

“I mean, that even if I left, I never stopped thinking about you, caring for you, or loving you. How could I?” A soft laugh escaped your lips when you registreed what he was actually saying, bitting the inside of your cheek as you looked him back, your fingers intertwined now.

“You’ve never said anything.”

“I know…”

“I thought I was bothering you.”

“You could never do that. Never.”

After that, everything happened kind of fast, even if every touch seemed to last a lifetime. His hands searched for your waist, pulling you in, falling on the mattress, both of your bodies laying down as he pulled you near. What started as a close hug, was escalating fast.

First, his head rested so close on your pillow, that your breath was mixing into his, so much so you could feel him smiling even if you had your eyes closed. Enjoying the way his fingers traced patterns onto your skin, and losing your breath for just a second when his nose kissed yours, when he moved it upwards, you knew that his lips were smiling, slightly open. You couldn’t help yourself. So it was no surprise when you kissed him.

A shy kiss, a i missed you kiss, a i can’t believe you’re here kiss, a please don’t leave kiss. What was surprising is the way his body pressed onto yours, how his weight shifted so he could be even closer, how his mouth opened to find your tongue, how it felt the exact same it had years ago, and still, your heart was rapidly beating with excitement, of having him like that once again.

Your thumb had set itself on his jaw, stroking it softly, focused on the small bumps that his skin had, beard growing under it. However, your other hand was pushing his wild hair behind his ear, a softness on your touch that you didn’t quite know you had.

Meanwhile, Eddie had one of his hands on your waist, your skin exposed since your shirt was stuck under your body, the other one was busily tangled in your hair, on the back of your neck.

You needed no words, just looking at each other was enough.

He touched you as soon as your pants hit the floor. Hearing you moan, with your head tilted back, exposing your neck only drove him crazier, making the pressure he felt in his boxers only get worse, in the best way possible. He kissed you everywhere. But he always had a thing for your neck, and how he had always loved to bite it as you where twisting under his touch, your own hand grabbing his, pushing his fingers even deeper into you, making him giggle as he did what you wanted him to do, before shutting you up with another wet neddy kiss. He only stopped kissing you and your body when he wanted to look at your face. Your cheeks, as pink as ever, you’re breathing fast and you’re skin flushed. When you opened your eyes, you nodded, and he did too.

He took your top away.

You struggled to take his shirt off, while he unbuckled his jeans.

To say that his skin was burning to your touch would be an understatement. He groaned and smiled everytime one of your nails ran through his back, you were sure he would have scratches tomorrow morning, but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t cared about the hickeys he was leaving on your skin. He kissed it all over again, leaving wet spots over it, and he loved how your body tingles every time his lips touched a new spot.

Your hand travelled to the hem of his underwear, pushing it down slowly, smiling when you feel him doing the same, his eyes looking at you with permission, his body on top of yours, you smiled kindly, your free hand gracing his cheek, you nodded, as he left a short kiss on your lips, before pushing in to you. As you moaned feeling him in, he was going slow, adjusting your body to him, as your legs wrapped around him, and your hands grabbed his back, you both looked into each others eyes, moonlight shining across your faces, enough light to know that you both were incredibly enamoured by each other. He started going faster, as he started to moan once your nails were once again buried in his skin, his hands touching every inch of your body he could. It is not that it felt good, great or divine, it’s that it felt right, it felt as if he was your home. Like being connected on a physical level only made justice to the way you felt, like you never wanted it to stop, like you could die happily in his arms. Pressed against the mattress, only hearing the noises you were both making, trying to the best of your ability to keep the noise between the two of you, begging not to be heard by anyone downstairs. You knew you were close, and so was him. It was even more evident when he stopped to catch his breath, pulling out of you, and needing his touch you stood up, meeting his face, kissing him senseless, as his fingers got lost on the small of your back, feeling his cock raising even more, your pussy dripping down, aching to be filled with him again. He looked at you once again, his hands now squeezing your ass, you nodded as you turned around. You were now laying your face on the mattress, your tits pressed against it, as you raised your ass as high as you could, and moaning hard and fast as you felt him slip into your pussy with ease. Fingers burning deep into your waist, pushing you hard and fast, a fast rhythm that he kept, and you were moving just as hard. It felt like true bliss.

When you felt him come, your legs had been shaking for a while already, it was all aching with pleasure, with need.

However, he didn’t just plummet to the bed, he kissed your back, your shoulder, and everything he felt he could as he pulled you close to him. Cuddling you from behind, your legs tangled as you both felt at ease, at peace. Feeling how tired you were, your eyes shutting down as you can quite believe what had just happened.

During the night, if and when you woke up, and opened your eyes, you were met with his calm expression next to yours. When you moved away he pulled you in closer, and if you groaned in your sleep he would kiss your skin, wherever his lips could find. It hadn’t been the sex, but this, this made you feel safe and at home.

It looked exactly as you’d remembered.

Low lights, cigarette smoke, and spilled beer made it seemed as if time had not moved. Even though Eddie seemed to think differently. He was incredibly nervous, fidgeting with his rings behind the stage door, the screams that emanate from the other side making him even more nervous, because if he was honest with himself, he was used to play for an empty Hideout, not a sold out, filled to the brim, people pressed against each other streaming his name.

He was glad you were there.

He had even been more happy to wake up beside you. And laugh about last night, and talk it out, while you both got ready.

As anxious as he was, he only needed to look over at you to calm down.

He did now, and he smiled when he saw you chatting away with Steve, who decided to pop in for the occasion.

“So… Did a mosquito bite you?” He told you, as he teased pressing a finger to one of Eddie’s hickeys on your chest.

“Fuck off Harrington.” You laughed back, as you readjusted your top, in an attempt to cover it.

“I missed you insulting me.” He said, his voice cheerful and playful. Taking a sip from his bottle. “Can’t quite believe that Munson’s made it.”

“So have you.” You tell him, smiling up at him, as he tries to dismiss you with a vague movement with his head. “Oh come on, prestiged Uni professor Harrington!” You teased him now, punching his arm.

“You’re embellishing it.” He pointed out, clanking your bottles as he took another sip, one that you followed, laughing with someone you missed so dearly.

“Well, I’m the one teaching the language. So… thank you.” You giggled at him covering his face with his hand, embarrassment and glee on his gesture.

“Yeah well… He’s really made it though.” He said, shifting his body to look over at him, and you followed him once again.

“Yeah… He deserves it more than anyone.” You added, making it a bit obvious that your feelings were rising again. Your heart missed a beat when he looked over at you and smiled.

“And you…”

“Save it Steve.” You didn’t need to look at him to know the questioning look he had on his face.

“But you…”

“Yes. I still do.”

“Does he?”

“I think so.”

After that you stayed in silence as beers clanged, amps were connected and guitars were tried. Waiting for it all to start.

But Eddie needs a moment with you. And once again, not a word escapes from his lips, he just walks over to you, black button shirt opened, his chest exposed making you short of breath for a second. His eyes look down for a second, grabbing your hand, looking carefully at the way your hands seem to fit perfectly together, caressing the back of yours with his thumb, he looks back at you, nodding to a place where there’s no one. And when you squint your eyes he starts heading that way.

Steve’s left speechless as he sees the two of you, and he’s convinced at this moment, he has never seen such pure connection between two people.

However, Eddie doesn’t speak when it’s only the both of you. He just lets air come out of his mouth, shivering a bit as he does so. Both of his hands grabbing yours, resting his forehead against yours. Enjoying the calmness of the moment. The stillness. The comfortableness of it all.

You nuzzled your nose against his, feeling how your lips curl upwards as you do so, even more when you hear him laughing softly. He takes a step closer, closing the gap between the both of you with an even softer kiss that he left on your lips.

“Everything will go great.” Your faint voice made him scoot closer, his ear next to your mouth, instinctively, you wrap your arms behind his neck, he wraps his on the small of your back.

“Could we just…” You had never heard him with such a soft tone of voice.

“We can’t. You’ve gotta go play.” You teased as you stepped back, getting lost once again on his chocolate like eyes.

“I don’t wanna be far away from you again.” He muttered, barely above a whisper. “Will you come with me? Please?”

“Moon…” You whispered, your thumb gracing his cheek, he let his face rest on the palm of your hand. Head tilted down to look better at you, his eyes lost into yours as he bites his lower lip. He had always loved that ridiculous pet name. “Well talk about it, okay?” You smiled as you left a kiss on his bare chest. “Now, go out there and play.”

He did just that. Not before stealing a few more kisses, and not before taking you all in. Your teachers clothes had long been forgotten, and you looked truly angelic as you rested against the wall, a somehow sheer top layed on top of your chest, with long worn out jeans that seemed to be a minute away from breaking, with Eddie’s old leather jacket. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you until the roar from the public made him snap into place.

He looked truly divine. The lights from stage made him glow, his movements seemed effortless, and his voice had never sounded that clear.

He was following the setlist, everything was going exactly to plan, expect, in one of those pauses in between songs, where he would normally talk to the audience and make them laugh and connect with the band, he was just staring at you, unaware that his hands had started to play the old melody that you had always hummed when you were together. As soon as you heard it, memories, feelings and tears came out. Steve’s hand on your shoulder as he watched closely.

“He’s mad about you.” He told you, knowing that he won’t get a response, he lets you rest his weight on his body as you cry, excited to hear him sing your song.

“I um- hi.” He told the audience that cheered in return. “We don’t really play songs that are not ours anymore, but that’s like, all we did when we used to come here and…” A quick glance on your direction before he could continue, as you nodded, excited for him. “Well, there’s this someone, who… She’s incredibly special and this is her favourite one so, you’ll have to hear it.

Tangerine by Led Zeppelin could be heard, and you had never smiled as big as you were now.

Whispering the lyrics in between tears as you looked closely at him. He vaguely and not discreetly at all pointed and looked at you as he sang “Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream/I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between.”

As the final notes could be heard, and in the heat of the moment, Eddie sneaked backstage, to steal a short kiss, both of your lips smiling as you touched. Foreheads pressed against each other as you both had your eyes closed. He didn’t need to say anything else, the question and the answer was already clear.

That moment was enough. But just in case you kissed him again, your hands grabbing either side of his face, happy tears falling down on both of your eyes. A declaration being shared.

It said of course I’ll stay. of course I’ll come with you. I’m never leaving again. I’ll never leave you again.

And you never did.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff-ish, angst-ish, sfw, shot blurb, best friend's sister kinda trope, enemies to lovers (but not so enemies), more like I like you but I act like I don't

warning(s): grammatical error, unedited, swearing (sorry not sorry), mentions of cheating, not proofread

word count: 1,880

note: writing a part 2 for 'I know you' wasn't in my plans, but shout out to @wh4tmouth for giving me the courage to do it. This's one for you, I hope you like it. Also, I've never been cheated on (not that I'm that great, is just I've never dated), but I'm aware that this is not how usually people deal with it, but I feel like Betty is just that sweet. Again, the tittle is shitty, I'm sorry for that. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! <3

part 1 | part 2

Betty could sense something was wrong.

She didn't like being alone with Raffie, she could tell that your best friend didn't fully like her. She was wondering what could possibly be taking you so long? She knew about Florence. You told her everything about the blonde woman, well, not everything. She only knew that Florence didn’t seem to like you. But you never told her how you actually felt about her.

“What’s taking them so long?” her anxiety was creeping, she knew something was going on.

“I don’t know, they’re probably fighting about some stupid shit” still, Raffie's words didn’t reassure her. She felt the tension between Florence and you as soon as she stepped into the blonde’s house. She couldn’t tell exactly how you felt toward Raffie’s sister but she could sense that your feelings for her were strong, whatever kind of feelings they were.

“Should we check on them?” Betty tried to hide her worry, it was probably nothing. As Raffie had said, you both were probably having a little argument.

“Yeah, we should” without wasting another second the both of them went outside the restaurant to find out what you two were up to. Betty was right —something had happened.

You fucked up. You fucked up big time. You knew it the moment you heard your best friend calling out your name, you knew it the second you saw Betty’s glossy eyes. You weren’t sure if you felt guilty about getting caught or guilty about doing it to Betty. Yes, what you did was shitty, but you could have avoided the pain in Betty's eyes if she hadn’t come looking for you. Oh, sweet Betty. Sweet Betty who didn’t deserve anything of this. Sweet Betty who was so happy when you called her your girlfriend, even though the word just slipped out of your mouth. Sweet Betty who was looking at you, sadness written all over her face.

“Betty, I–.”

“Don’t even try, Y/n. You’ve done enough” and with that she ran away from the three of you.

Should you go after her? Will she let you explain yourself? But what was there to explain? That you felt sorry she had to witness you kissing another woman, after a few hours of calling her your girlfriend just so Florence would get a little bit jealous, but that you didn’t regret kissing her because you’d been dying to do that for the past two years? Yeah, that was the shittiest explanation ever.

So, you let her go. Gave her space. You knew that she didn’t want to see you, but you still had to talk to her. You had to at least try to make things better. Betty deserved better.

[...]

You gave Betty three days to cool off. You figured she would still be mad but you owed her an apology, even though you knew that it wouldn’t make her feel better, it was the least you could do for her. You also had been avoiding Florence, you wanted nothing more to see her, feel her lips against yours one more time, and breathe her intoxicating scent. But you knew that first you had to make things right with Betty and Florence would only be a distraction. Not that she gave you another option, she was also avoiding you.

You asked Raffie to take you to Betty’s house. Raffie was also kinda mad at you. Well, she pretended she was, because what you did was a really shitty thing. But deep down she was glad that you and her sister had finally confessed to each other. She thought the tension would go away, but it actually became stronger. What a mess you two had made.

You knocked on Betty’s door.

“Betty, it’s me. I know you don’t want to see me. Just please, let me apologize to you.”

“Just go away, Y/n.” Your eyes widened once she answered, you weren’t expecting anything from her, even if she was telling you to go away. She didn’t sound mad, she sounded hurt. All because of you.

“I, I just, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, Betty. It was really shitty of me, I understand that you don’t want to talk to me. I just wanted you to know that you deserve better than me, hell, you deserve the entire world. You were so sweet to me. And I just took it for granted, and for that I’m really sorry.” You were about to walk away when you heard the door creaking open.

And there she was, her eyes were glossy and puffy. You cursed yourself for doing that to her.

“I could tell from the moment I saw you with her that there was something going on. I was just too stupid to not realize sooner.”

“No, Betty, you're not stupid. Anyone would be lucky to have you, I just–”

“I know. You weren’t mine to lose.” Her voice broke.

“I’m really sorry, Betty.”

“I know you are.”

“Is there anything I can do? I know it won’t make it up to you. I just–.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

“If it is any consolation, she’s avoiding me.” She chuckled at that, a small smile forming on your lips.

“It does make me feel a bit better, but not actually,” she seemed to think of her next words. “Just go with her okay? Don’t fucked that up, Y/n.” You couldn't understand how kind she was being, she had a heart of gold. Even if you were the one who broke it.

“Can I just–?” You stepped forward, she knew exactly what you were trying to say.

You hugged her tightly, as if trying to put her back together, but you knew a hug wasn’t going to do the job. You felt her relaxed under your touch as she took a deep breath.

“I am really sorry.” You whispered in her ear. You guessed she was probably done with you apologizing, still you felt her nodding.

Once you two broke apart, you could tell she was a bit better. Betty knew you really meant every word you’d said. Still hurt like a bitch, but she knew it was for the best.

“Just go, Y/n.” A tight smile formed on her lips.

And with that you walked away, feeling a little less guilty than three days ago. Still you had work to do. You had to talk to a certain someone.

“Okay, that went better than what I had expected,” Raffie said once you got in her car. “Should we get milkshakes? I feel like this was a win.”

“Not yet, I need to talk to your sister.” A sigh escaped from Raffie’s mouth.

“Okay, fine, but once you get your driver's license, you are the one driving me everywhere.” You laughed at that, even when you were a mess she could still make you laugh. You looked at her and she tried to be serious for a whole second, but once she glanced at you, she couldn’t hide her own smile anymore.

[...]

“Florence!” You were knocking on her door nonstop. Your knuckles were starting to hurt, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. You knew you could just use Raffie’s spare key, but you wanted her to open the door, not break into her house. “I know you are in there, your car is here, and I can see your shadow through the window.” You were about to keep on knocking when she finally opened the goddamn door.

“Oh my god! Just stop, okay?” Even though it was clear she was angry, your heart skipped a beat once you saw her. She was mad at you for some unknown reason, you were mad about her being mad, but she still looked gorgeous. Especially since she was only wearing a big t-shirt covering her whole body and what you assumed were the shortest shorts ever made in history.

“Hi,” she only moved away so you could come in. “Why have you been avoiding me, huh?” you said once you were inside.

“Do you want a drink? I need a drink.” She made her way towards the kitchen and poured herself straight vodka.

“Florence.”

“What? You were avoiding me too, I’m not stupid, Y/n.”

“Okay, fine, I was. I had to clear things up with Betty,” Florence rolled her eyes at the mention of her. “What’s your excuse?”

“Do you really want to know?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” You didn’t have any idea why she was so mad at you.

“You left me. You left me and all that was going through your mind was her.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, a laugh escaped from your mouth.

“Are you being serious right now?” You couldn't hold the grin forming on your face.

“I’m dead serious, what are you laughing at?” You moved closer to her.

“I just can’t believe you, Florence Rose Pugh, are jealous.” You were now holding her by her waist. She tried to escape from your grasp but you wouldn’t let her go and after a few seconds she was done fighting.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Oh, yes you are. Do you wanna know how I know?” You didn’t let her answer. “Because you are frowning right now, which means you are mad, but your jaw is clenched which only confirms to me that you are, in fact, jealous. Your breathing is uneven, which tells me that I make you nervous. And you’re biting the inside of your left cheek, which you only do when you know the other person is right, but you don’t want to admit it out loud.”

She moved her eyes away from you, trying to hide the smile forming on her lips from you.

“I know all of those things, because I know you.”

Florence loved hearing you said that, it only meant that you paid attention to her as much as she paid attention to you. It meant that you were as crazy about her as she was about you.

“Okay, this is when you kissed me to make me forget how mad I am–.”

Before she finished you connected your lips to hers. Her soft lips drove you mad, you could taste the vodka in her lips. But you didn’t mind at all, her whole presence was already intoxicating. You pressed her body against yours, a soft moan escaping from her lips. You wanted to feel every part of her. You were about to move your lips to her neck when you heard the door being opened.

“Ahh, why do I always have to find you two with your tongues in each other’s throat. Agh, disgusting, absolutely disgusting,” Your best friend faked a gag which made Florence laugh. “I’m guessing everything worked out just fine. But I still want my milkshake. Do you guys want to come or are you busy?” You rolled your eyes at her.

“Let’s go. After driving me around the whole day the least I could do is pay for your damn milkshake.” You pecked Florence's lips promising her that you would be back after dealing with her little sister. After all, you two had to finish what Raffie had interrupted.

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trafalgass · 2 years

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I JUST GOT A RANDOM IDEA BEFORE I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP 😭 can u write smth about luffy/trafalgar/eustass reacting to reader having a dragon (like toothless from how to train ur dragon) and accidentally calling it (by whistling or telekinesis?? thinking) to their ship

that is such a cute idea omg i love it!! (sorry for the long absence, i’m slowly trying to get back into writing (;﹏;))

Luffy, Law & Kid reacting to their S/O having a Dragon and accidentally calling them (GN Reader)

Monkey D. Luffy

It was a boring day at the sea, nothing interesting was happening and everyone was doing their own thing

You were looking at the vast sea, listening to the waves hitting the Sunny

You felt your nose tickling and couldn’t hold your sneeze, who sounded a bit higher than usual (somewhere behind you you could have heard someone say “bless you”)

Luffy, who was just passing by, asked if you were alright and before you could respond the sound of thunder could be heard and a ball of dark scales jumped right unto you

You almost fell on your ass, but caught your little guy, who was a dragon the size of a small dog

You turned to your captain, who was..... Drooling?

Luffy, no! Not everything had to be food!

You hit him out of his state and explained that it was your pet dragon

You hadn’t meant to call it because they were still young but seeing how happy they were to see you, you had missed them too

You had a REAL dragon and Luffy found it so cool he wanted to know more about them

So you kept your dragon with you for a while, especially because Luffy wanted to say he had a dragon as a crewmate

Trafalgar Law

After a two days trip to the next island, everyone was happy to get out of the submarine the visit the new place

You offered to take a walk with Law, just to have some alone time for you two, which he accepted

The island was know for its weird birds and their weird sound, and you, having a talent for whistling, tried to communicate with each birds you could hear

Law found it amusing, watching you making fun of the birds with the weirdest noises

Until you both heard a noise that was not coming from a bird, sure they were all weird, but that noise sounded like something you’ve heard before

A big dragon landed in front of you two, growling and whimpering happily, scaring all the birds from the forest

Law got the idea you knew the dragon, seeing how calm you were and how non-hostile it was toward you

You sighed and hugged your big guy, explaining you might have called it by mistake by whistling something close to how you call it

Law was impressed that such beast existed, yeah the world had Celestial Dragons, that was just a fancy tittle, but he didn’t know about actual dragons

You took the rest of the day to tell the story of how you got to befriend a dragon, you even took Law for a ride on the back of your dragon, something he wasn’t sure at first but he ended up enjoying quite a lot!

Eustass Kid

You were doing your chores, cleaning the floor, if sucked but someone had to do it (and sadly it had to be you)

While you were mopping the floor, you accidentally hit the water bucket, who fell and water got everywhere

Kid, who was walking by at the same time, heard you swore in a language he never heard before

You silently started to panic when you saw Kid, with the look on his face it was clear that he heard you

Kid was about to speak, but something big fell from the sky unto the boat, making it shake, and almost everybody else got outside

A big dragon with dark scales was standing between you and them, staring at Kid and the others

Everyone was either panicking or getting ready to fight, so you quickly started to explain that dragon was your familiar, that you trained it to come to you when you spoke draconic

Kid was a bit mad at first you kinda hid it from him, especially because he was ready to kick some dragon ass to show how strong he is and now he couldn’t

Although, Kid liked the idea of fighting alongside a dragon, that would make him look so cool!! You HAD to summon your dragon in fights more often!

Chores were canceled for the rest of the day, instead everyone was focusing on your dragon, especially Kid who wanted to know everything about dragons, especially yours

#one piece #headcanons #imagine blog #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #gender neutral reader #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #kid pirates #eustass kid x reader #trafalgar law x reader #luffy x reader #eustass kid

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memoriesoftanalorr · 29 days

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She was an angel but she never knew she was (Michael Langdon x female reader)

Note: I don't know why I'm came up this, sometimes my mind rushing with ideas. I'd wish that there's was an redemption arc for Michael Langdon. I hope I didn't mess the things up since I never watched it but I'm gonna research properly, okay seems I'm not so but I'll rewrite it later on then. Why I'm so spontaneous with stories sometimes? Used the song by Thousands Foot Krutch sentence from the song Honest and also used Day To Remember song Miracle. Again I'm random at tittles.

Summary: Sets somewhere around AHS Apocalypse. Y/n is 17 years old student girl who's living at the countryside more or less safely. Cordelia Goode wanted to recruit a mysterious teen as she knows that Y/n has supernatural abilities but girl is hides well, some kind of spell hides her. Sometime later Y/n sees how Michael Langdon murders the person, somehow Michael didn't tried to kill the girl, he senses supernatural being but only barely and didn't figure out who is the girl is. The second time when Michael meet with a teenager, she was in the danger, a forest was burning in the fire, Langdon saved her. Somehow he felt affection to Y/n. Unknown to her, she's have a supernatural in her as well, her grandfather was a angel, cherubim and left a messages and instructions and amulet how to stop the Apocalypse. BTW, forgot to mention it'll be not a romance. Sorry for my grammar. I hope it's okay.

If you could only feel the way that I feel Ready for the war to come my way Yeah, I struggled so I know what it takes The pressure only builds 'til it breaks If you could only feel the way that I feel You might think it's something spiritual But I'm betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle Right here, right now To Hell with all someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle You might think it's something spiritual But I don't need a fucking miracle If you could only see the way that I see You could find the faith to take the leap It only took one shot to prove I'm not made of glass There's no pain you could cause that won't eventually pass If you could only see the way that I see You'd be betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle

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Y/n spending time at the countryside from spring until October, she lives in a two floor house with her father and they have many good friends among the neighbors. A teenage girl likes gardening and walking near the lake, she has her own room there. She made there so many good memories, Y/n loved their neighbor so much, she's a good lady who has a cat and they're always talking about flowers and walking near the lake together. Once at night, Y/n get a small trip away from the house, a teenager decided to enjoying the sunset. Y/n get through the bridge and walked forward the edge of the grasshill next to the lake. A girl starred at the purple sunset with a smile.

Y/n and her father stayed at the countryside a little longer though it was October. Week later, Y/n decided to get a walk over the lake again. It's getting dark when she is heading back, suddenly she's heard someone's terrifying screaming for help. "Is anybody's here? Oh, it's really scary." Y/n started feeling herself nervous.

A teen saw man's body laying on the ground covered in blood and then she noticed a man with short strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes wearing black trench coat, pants and boots, he is holding a bloody knife. "You're better not telling anyone whet you saw here." Michael leaning closer to you. "Who are you?" Y/n trembling in fear. "My name is Michael Langdon. I'm Anti-Christ." he made a slutty smile. "Are you crazy? Stay away from me!" Y/n stepped back and runned as fast as she can. "Go on, run but I'll find you anywhere." Michael chuckled. Y/n get back home at the dinner time, get inside the hallway and take her jacket off and then locked the door. "Hey, how's your walk? You're just in time for a dinner." your dad greeted you. "Hey, dad." Y/n replied. "Something is wrong? You're look pale, are you getting sick?" he asked. "I think I get a cold. I don't want to eat. I'd rather go rest in my room." Y/n lied. "Rest well." Your dad said with a smile. "Thanks." Y/n nodded. You laid into your bed, closing your eyes. "What a nice night, meeting with maniac. I wish everything will be safe and peaceful here again."

Two weeks ago, you researching on an old and abandoned archive, it was weird that the building was near the forest. Inside was dusty and dark, you could see the spider webs at the walls and windows. "Disgusting. I should prepare myself. This archive needs a repair and cleaning. Alright, I'm come back here later." you spoke out loud. When you get outside you could feel the smell of fire and smoke. The trees and leaves were burning, turning into a large flame. You started panic and ran towards your house. Soon you began to choke on smoke and coughing a lot, you started to feel yourself dizzy. "Somebody help!" you screamed in despair. Michael Langdon appears behind your back. "Give me your hand. I'll get you out of here." "Is that you?" Y/n gasped. "Come on, trust me." Michael landing you a hand. "How I can trust you?" she struggled. "You're rather prefer to die? he pointed out sarcastically. Y/n grabbed his hand and falls into his shoulder as she lost consciousness. Langdon teleporting you miles away from the forest and then carefully laid you on the ground, leaning down on his knees next to you. Michael slightly using his abilities and read your mind while you were asleep. Sometine later, you're woke up, slowly getting up. "Ow, my head." "So you're awake finally." he spoke. Y/n glanced at him. "You're saved me?" "That's right, Miss Y/n." he nodded. "Well, thanks I guess." Y/n rubbed her shoulder. "You're welcome." "Wait, how did you know my name?" "That's one of my special talents." Michael made a slutty smile. "Uhm, I need to go now." you replied. "See you later." he smiled. "I don't think that I want to see you again." Y/n snapped. "Are you sure, little brat?" Michael mocked. "Anyway, I'm leaving." Y/n walks away.

In the distance you saw firefighters and an ambulance. Your father ran up to you and hugged you. "How did you escape the fire?" "I was on the other side of the forest. Everything was fine, but what happened to the others?” Y/n asked. "Our neighbors are fine. Some idiots set the forest on fire." "Let's go home." You glanced at your father with a soft smile and then looked back. "What are you looking for, dear?" your father asked. "I just had a feeling. Never mind." Y/n squeezed her father's hand and both of them leave the road side by side.

Few days later Y/n drive away with her dad to California. At the city she haven't friends and she's always just at home doing her daily routine or having small walking around the town. Once at afternoon Y/n sitting at the bench in the park and somehow she noticed a familiar strawberry blonde haired man with blue eyes in the crowd. You pretended that you're didn't seen him in the crowd and just reading the book. Michael sits down at the bench next to you. "What are you reading, kiddo? Is this a love story?" he teased. "It's not a love story, I don't really interested in love stories, it's a detective." Y/n responses to him. "I see." Michael chuckled. "Michael Langdon, right?" you just wanted to be correct if you're said his name right. "I love the way you said my name." he made a small smile. "Are you following me or what? Why you're here?" Y/n glanced at the man. "Because we're need to talk." he simply replied. "I don't want to talk when the other people could hear us." Y/n whispered. "Oh, I know where we can talk, come with me." Langdon stand up from the bench waiting for you. You take a deep breath and stand up from the bench. "Alright."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael assured you.

"How lovely of you." Y/n followed him across the street.

Michael lead you into abodended bookstore, though it was nice inside and not as dusty. "Uhm, I didn't seen this bookstore before." Y/n spoke. "You can find something interesting here for sure." Michael's blue eyes glanced through yours. "We're here not for reading, are we?" Y/n blushed. "Yeah, I know but I thought you would like to look around." he responded. "I guess there is a second floor, I'm bet this bookstore has a reading room. Let's talk there." Y/n suggests. The two getting up the stairs and entered a large reading room. Michael sit down at the sofa. "Are you going to just stand here or you're sit down?" he asked. "So what are you wanted to talk about?" you still didn't trust him completely. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I told you that before." "Alright, you can start first." she said shyly. "What brought you to California?" he asked. "Visiting a family member and actually I have a vacation." Y/n answers honestly. "I see." Langdon spoke. "Now is my turn. Are you really, you know---" Y/n paused. "Too scared to said it out loud?" Michael becoming glummy. "I just never thought that I could meet a supernatural being." Y/n expressed. "Hmm." Michael was amused. "So you're going to destroy the world?" you lowered your head. "You're better don't know about that." he said coldly. "Sounds really dramatic. Anyway I'm bet you're going to be lonely if you're going to do this." Y/n responses. "We both know who I am but I interested more in who you are." Michael stand up and walked towards you. "What do you mean?" Y/n freeze in shock. "I feel supernatural in you but I can't quite understand who you are." Michael glanced at you coldly. "It can't be true! I'm just the most ordinary person." Tears flowing down your face.

"Hey, kid. I'm sorry I'm scared you." Michael squeezed your hand.

"I don't understand... How it possible?" Y/n glanced at him.

"I'm not sure." He confessed. "Anyway, it's not about what you said, I'm just good for nothing." you still feeling your heart skipped with sadness. "I promise I'll find it out." Michael's blue eyes starred at you. "You don't have to." Y/n looked away. "Forget about it for a while. I like your perfume, it's so sweet and in the same time not so strong." Michael cuddled into your cheek gently. Y/n blushes and stepped back. "What was that? Stop that flirting." "I didn't meant to flirt with you, just wanted to make a compliment and comfort you." Michael replied. "Hmm, seriously?" Y/n rolled her eyes. "Believe me I don't have nothing like that in mind. See you later, Miss Y/n." "Wait, uhm, thanks for company. It's kinda weird but---" Michael smiled and then get down the stairs. Y/n leaves the bookstore few minutes after Michael leaves.

Time skip. Days ago. "Hey, dear. Take care of yourself. You know lately there has been a lot of unrest on the streets and in the world in general." Your father warned you. "I know that, dad. It's been a while since I'm getting outside though." you replied thoughtfully. "By the way where have you been last time?" your dad asked. "I was at the park and then I found a really nice bookstore but it was abodended." you answered. "I'm bet you're getting inside because you're really curious and love those kind of places." your dad said with a smile. "I hope nobody would think I'm a thief. I just would love to take care of this building." Y/n said passionately. "If this your wish, how about to talk with neighbors to make some repairs and such? And we'll do something together." he spoke. "That's would be great! But I think this building doesn't need much repair." Y/n hugged her dad. "Alright. I need to go." Your dad get a jacket on. "Be careful too." you reminded. "I've noticed you're daydreaming about something lately." he said. "I just daydreaming for some peaceful days." Y/n blushing. "Nice wish." Then he is get outside and leave the house, you locked the door. The truth is that Michael was on your mind. Last time he was tricky, cold and in the same time delicate. What he's feeling? Is he drowned into darkness or it's not too far gone?

Y/n then finds out from her dad that her grandfather left her an a amulet and his journal, Y/n don't remember much about her grandfather but she's heard he was kind and religious person. Y/n decided to find it.

The other day, Y/n was inside her room but then get outside at the backyard, Michael standing there. Y/n stepped forward him. "Michael?" Y/n was surprised to see him. He turned his face towards you, he was full of anger. "Mich… What's happened?" Y/n touched his hand gently. "My destiny in destroying humanity and the world. If you only knew what I can do! But I don't want to hurt you. I don't know why I feel this way. I am a monster!" Tears flowing down his face. Y/n embraces him into a hug. "You're must be feel yourself lonely, aren't you? I feel humanity and good in you. I wish there's a way out to prevent Apocalypse and heal your soul." "I afraid it's no way out." he replied. "I wish it's not like that." Y/n whispers. Michael squeezed into your shoulder gently still sobbing. "You're been through a lot I guess." Y/n patted his back. He slipped from your embrace and looked away. Y/n wiped his tears away, stroking his hair gently. "I like your hair." Y/n smiled. "I missed you, Y/n." Michael squeezed your hand gently smiling. Y/n giggled. "By the way, I'm not sure but I think we have a chance to get the answers on some questions." Y/n said mysteriously. "This is what I'm thinking about?" Langdon asked. "My grandfather left me a amulet and his journal. He was religious and it might mean that in this journal could be something about… If I am really a supernatural being and maybe in this notes he wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n lowered her head. "Hmm, you need my help to find it?" Michael guessed. "I think I know where to start the search." Y/n said excitedly. "Seriously? Where?" Michael wondered. "It's somewhere in his room at our family's countryside house or in old archive but I think archive get damaged by fire." Y/n said thoughtfully. "I can get you there now." Michael spoke. "Let's do it tomorrow. I still have a lot of to do." Y/n yawned a bit. Michael giving you a hug before leaving. "See you soon then."

On the next afternoon, Michael knocked at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "Hey, It's Michael." he responds. "Hello, Mich." Y/n said as she opened the door into a hallway. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Listen, I'm not sure I want to know the truth. I'm such a coward, right?" Y/n struggling. "But yesterday you were so determined about finding the journal and amulet." Michael get confused. "But if we're don't find it or it's journal didn't exists at all. I don't remember my grandfather." Y/n sighed softly. "You're brave and clever girl. We're going to work it out." Michael laid his hand at your shoulder. "Thank you. Alright, we should get going now." Y/n take her bag. "Where's we should teleport first?" Michael asked. "How about try that forest? Archive is somewhere further."

"I got it. Take my hand and close your eyes." Michael spoke.

"Okay." Y/n squeezed his hand and take a deep breath before she closed her eyes.

When Y/n opened her eyes, she noticed that the surrounding around her is changed, it was the same forest.

Suddenly Michael grabbed your hand in protecting gesture. "I feel someone's presence." "Who's this? I feel something too but---" Y/n turned her head to see a women coming towards them. She has a blonde hair and brown eyes, pale skin, she's wearing a beautiful dress. She's seemed powerful but in the same time not going to harm anyone. Y/n wasn't as scared to meet with her. "Who's this lady?" Y/n asked Michael. "A witch from the coven. Get back, Y/n." he replied. "It's really surprising that you're trying to protect that child from me. I come with peace." Cordelia replied. "Are you two already met?" Y/n asked out of curiosity. Michael groaned. "So you're Y/n? I have something for you. I've been looking forward to meet with you but I couldn't do it earlier. My name is Cordelia Goode." she smiled. "Nice to meet with you." Y/n spoke. "Me too, dear. Take this amulet. It'll protect you." Cordelia helped you to wear on a amulet on you. "Thanks. It's from my grandfather? Did he left me a letter?" Y/n asked anxiously. "I found a letter tied with a ribbon, you can read it." Cordelia patted your arm. You opened a envelope and started reading. "Dear, Y/n. It's your grandfather. I should explain a lot of things. First, wear this amulet, it protects you from evil. You'll find more in my favorite place." Then the letter ends and you hide the letter into your bag. "I need to find my grandfather's journal. I think he's wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n said. "Let's find it together." Cordelia laid her hands on your shoulders. Y/n looked back at Michael. "If root of evil doesn't mind that. If seems like he wants to let his anger out." Y/n mocked. "Do you know who he is? Did he tried to hurt you?" Cordelia asked. "I know who he is and he didn't tried to hurt me." you answers honestly. "Hmm, interesting." Cordelia glanced at Michael. "So this why you're here. I don't mind but I'm not really happy either." Langdon tighned his teeth. "Can I talk face to face with Langdon, dear? It won't take a long." Cordelia squeezed your hand gently. "Alright but I hope he'll not try to kill you when I'm away. I'm will wait you two over my family's house." Y/n joked and walk away. "What was that?" Michael said in confusion. "Do this child knows who she is?" Cordelia asked. "No. I can't understand it either." Michael replied in annoyance. "I feel bright and powerful aura. She's an angel." Cordelia added. "She's angel?" Michael widened his eyes in shock. "I see that child softened your heart a bit." Cordelia pointed out. He lowered his head. "I don't understand how but I feel affection towards Y/n." "She's a kind soul, she wants to save yours." Cordelia explained.

Then Michael looked away, he felt sadness. "I hope she can do this because without her, everything losing meaning in this damn world." "So Y/n means a lot of to you?" Cordelia was amazed by his words. "Let's stop wasting our time on talking, shall we?" Michael responded. "I'll tell her the truth when she's ready." Cordelia finished the conversation then. Cordelia and Michael caught up with you then. "Hey, Michael. What you two talking about? Did she cast a spell on you?" Y/n teased. Cordelia laughted, "No, I don't casting any spells on him when you were away. You'll know everything later on." Michael groans in response.

"Hmm, my grandfather wrote that I'll find more in his favorite place. Did he meant his room? It's get abandoned after his death." you feel like crying. "Let's check it out." Cordelia patted your shoulder. Michael glanced at you with empathy. "Right. This way." Y/n becoming encouraged by support. Trio get inside the house and walked through the hallway and then on the right. "My grandfather always locking his room but in last time, the door was unlocked but I guess my dad actually locked it after sometime." Y/n opened the enclosed latern and inside it she finds a key and opened the door. "Interesting. I feel something supernatural." Michael pointed out. Cordelia nodded quietly. The room was messy and dusty, there's was the mirror, a wooden table, chair, books and the window. "I found another key. Hmm, is there is the shelf on the back of the mirror with a lock." Y/n guessed. You unlocked the shelf on the back of the mirror and found a large journal. You're glances at the pages. "There are some rituals here. I don't quite understand." "Would you let me take a look on it?" Cordelia asked politely. "Yeah, sure." Y/n land a journal to her. Michael standing next to the teenager silently. "It's a really powerful rituals. Can I borrow your grandfather's notes for a while?" Cordelia looked at you. "Why not. I trust you." Y/n smiled. "Thank you, dear. I'll tell you both more when I'm made a proper research on it." she spoke. Y/n locked the room and then the trio leave the house. Michael then grabbed Cordelia's arm. "Why don't you tell me what you saw now?" "I'll tell you and Y/n everything later on." Cordelia glances at him. "What are you talking about?" Y/n approaching them. "He's just too impatient to know what was in these notes." Cordelia mocked. "I respect you enough to wait until you're read it." Y/n replied. "See you later, dear." she made a soft smile. "Bye." Y/n smiled. Then she leaves and Y/n steps to Michael. "I feel something between you two or I'm wrong?" "Hmm." Michael looked at you thoughfully. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked. "Do you really want to know who you are?" "Not now."

Five days later Cordelia and Michael visits you in your house. You made everyone a cup of tea. "First I have to tell you something, Y/n. You don't even know how much power you have. Your grandfather was chosen. He is an angel and so are you, it's in your blood." Cordelia took your hand. "Thank you for telling me." you lowered your head. Michael glanced at you. "Your grandfather also writes that his successor or witch can stop the Apocalypse by killing an a Antichrist either removing it's evil powers by ritual. But it's really powerful rituals and you're untrained and we're don't have much time. I can't risk your life. I'll do it." Cordelia glances at you. "But you're okay with risking my life, aren't you?" Michael snapped. "Maybe I can do this…" Y/n said. "Everyone at Academy is agreed with risk anyway." she added. "Do you guys having a witch school?" Y/n wonders. "Kind of." Cordelia giggled. "Who's going to make a ritual? If this works, I'm okay with that." Michael said. "Why do you would do that?" Y/n asked him. "Because I want you to be safe." Michael replied honestly. "So you care for me? It's unbelievable." Tears flowing down your face. "Trust me. I do care for you." Michael giving you a hug. Y/n squeezed into his shoulder gently. Cordelia watching the two with a smile. "I'll send a taxi for you when I'll prepare everything and provide you about the ritual if this safe but I'm not sure I can make it safe for you." Cordelia then finished. "Okay." Y/n nodded. Michael and Cordelia leaving your house quietly. "Tell me one thing, is this going to kill me or Y/n?" He asked. "Perhaps. But we have no choice anymore." Cordelia sighed. "Do you lied to her then?" Michael bursts in anger. "No, I'm not. There is still hope that she can survive." Cordelia responded. "I want her to live, can you hear me?" Michael replied bitterly.

Three days later Y/n get a letter from Cordelia laying under the carpet next to the front door. "Dear Y/n, I'm sorry that you're didn't heard anything from me lately but I don't want to risk your life, Michael don't want it either." A teen read the letter quietly. "I hope that everything will be fine soon." Y/n get inside the house and hid the letter inside her room.

Meantime, Cordelia and Michael went inside the abandoned castle, she draw the casting circle and prepared ingredients for the spell. Cordelia land a cup to him. "Drink it. I'm warning you, ritual going to be painful." Michael take the cup and drank it. "Let's do it." Cordelia then began casting the spell, the fire in the candles flickered. Langdon feeling like he's burning from the inside, he screamed in pain and at the end of the spell, he's falled on the floor unconscious. Cordelia leaned down next to him. He is still breathing. Michael opened his eyes some minutes later. Cordelia tugging his hair away and look at his ear, the mark behind his ear is fades away. "Your mark is faded." she spoke. "I can't believe it!" Michael shouted in shock. "Now you're human." Cordelia smiled. "And what's my purpose now?" he wondered. "I don't know what you're going to do but now your soul is healed and you're got a friend or a more than one." Cordelia get up from the floor and takes his hand and helping him to get up from the floor.

On next day, world gets to normal and safe. Michael and Cordelia went to your house. Y/n reading a book. Someone's knocking at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "It's Cordelia." A female voice spoke. Y/n wondering what happened to Michael. If he okay? "Oh, hello, Miss Cordelia. I will open the door now." Michael crawled from behind and grab your waist. "Hey, little brat!" Y/n trembled from a sudden attack from behind but laughted out. "You're freaked me out!" "Sorry I just couldn't resist myself." he made a smug smile. "I giving you back your grandfather's notebook. He left you another letter inside it and your photograph. He loves you." Cordelia land a notebook to you. "Then why I don't remember him? Thanks, but I guess it's better if you're hide the notebook somewhere with magic if something will happen." Y/n replied. "I think that nothing bad going to happen but anyway, that's wise. Take a letter then." she nodded. "So this ritual goes well?" Y/n asked. "Michael is human now, his powers are gone." Cordelia answered. "Glad to hear that." Y/n smiled. "Would you like me to teach you how controlling your abilities?" Cordelia touches your arm. "Attending a witch school? But I'm not quite a witch." Y/n struggling. "What's you answer, kid?" Michael smiles. "I'm not sure yet." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Don't worry. I'll wait for your decision. See you later, dear." Goode giving you a hug. "See you later maybe." Y/n hugged Cordelia back. "I think Michael wants to tell you something. I need to go." she whispers. "Really?" you're whispering to her. Cordelia nodded to you with a mysterious smile and then leaves. "Do you need help with finding a apartment? I know a nice one around on rent." Y/n spoke to Michael. "Sounds great. Listen, I going to say you something and I'll be honest with you." he squeezed your hand. "Alright." Y/n nodded. "I want to say… Thank you for being a good friend." Michael lean closer to you. "We're friends? But we're don't know much about each other." Y/n looked away. "I don't care and when I met you in second time, I readed your memories. Some of them. I hope you're not mad at me for that?" he glances at you. "I hope I can read yours. I'm not mad at you. And you're welcome." Y/n responses. "Hmm, the same perfume. You smell good." Michael cuddling into your cheek again. "That's enough!" Y/n hiding her face with her hands blushing and playfully pushing him away but then Michael hugs you. "I love you, my angel." he smiled softly. "I love you too but you're such a slut sometimes, my friend." Y/n mocked. "So you're love me too?" Michael made a playful smile. "So you made a truce with pretty witch lady huh?" Y/n teased. "Something like this." he answered. "If something I think we're can helping each other wilth stuff you know." you spoke. "Would be nice." Michael replied. "Do you want something?" you asked him. "Can we take a walk before I'm leave?" Michael taking your hand. "Sure."

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