#and blame me for saying I love pringles

[strangerthings64]

It’s only love, nobody dies.

Eddie Munson x Gn Reader

Warning: mention of Eddie's death, mention of toxic parents, mention of previous sex acts, crying, angst, reader blaming themself for Eddie's death.

Word Count: 3K

Description: Reader wakes up realizing it's all just a dream...

A/N:  I am still recovering from Eddie's death and it hurts so much to write for him so this is all I could muster out right now!! :(

Also, I wrote this fic based on "It's only love, nobody dies." By Sofia Carson, the lyrics are in bold.

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"My mind is an island out at sea I just wanna meet, but you're going the wrong way.

Midnight and the moon is testing me, so if you take me home I hope you take the long way."

The sound of a ding fills your ears as you rush in through the doors, Eddie following right behind you chuckling as he places his arm over your shoulder. Both your lips a bit swollen from your mini make out session only minutes ago, that was when you got the idea to have cherry slushees at 12 am in the morning. You fast walk over to the slushee dispenser as Eddie skims over the aisles looking for something to eat.

"Eds come over here and pick your slushee!" He grins at you chuckling a bit as he watches you almost bounce out of your shoes over a frozen drink, he grabs a can of Pringles and walks over to where you're at.

"You look adorable jumping up and down like that over a damn slushee." You giggle, placing the cup under the dispenser and filling your cup to the top, careful not to spill any.

"Well sorry, I can't help it you know how much I love cherry slushees!" You say, glancing over at him and placing a straw in your cup. you bring it up to your lips taking a huge sip of the frozen drink almost causing yourself a brain freeze, you groan shutting your eyes and getting lost in the flavor.

"You good there or should I call for help?" he asks raising his eyebrow, tossing the can of Pringles from one hand to the other as he chuckles at your reaction to the drink.

"Honestly Ed's this is better than sex!" You said a smug look on your face as you raise your eyebrows waiting for his response, he just chuckles at you bringing you in for a hug and kissing your forehead as you smile. He pulls back from you and grabs a cup placing it under the dispenser.

"I'll have to take your word for it, because personally for me I like it when you're trembling underneath me but to each their own I guess." He says winking at you as he continues to fill his cup up. Your face becomes warm as you shake your head averting your eyes elsewhere.

"No sorry I still choose slushees." You said looking back at him, tilting your head a bit he nods taking a sip of his blue raspberry slushee.

"Ok, but if I asked you last night you would say something else. Remember last night? when you were bouncing on my co-" you slapped your hand over his mouth as he smirks at you trying to bite your fingers, you quickly pull your hand away.

"Oh my God, Eddie there are other people around shut up!" You yell chuckling at him, as he pulls you closer with his free hand, rubbing up and down your side.

"Good I want them to hear how I please you." He whispers in your ear a devilish grin on his face as you shake your head hiding your face in his chest.

"Shall we go pay my darling?" He asked smugly. You roll your eyes at him as you nod your head, both of you heading towards the cash register.

"Cause I just wanna drive with you, with you, drive with you. I wanna kill the lonely.

Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car and if we give it a night, we'll know better where we are and where we're not.

So give me your kiss now, don't wanna think about going alone without.

It's only love, nobody dies Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without It's only love, nobody dies."

The sound of our laughter was heard from miles away, as he drove around taking sharp turns every now and then just to hear your small gasps, your heart beating wildly out of your chest every time.

"Eddie, baby stop we're gonna crash!" You yell over the radio, some Metallica song playing loudly, the beat so loud you could feel it in your chest.

"Where in an empty parking lot, the only thing we'll crash into is that tree!" He yells back at you grinning wildly the sides of his eyes crinkling up a bit, as he points his index finger at the tree all the way at the end of the parking lot. He was just happy to be having this moment with you knowing how stressful these last few months have been for both of you and seeing you smiling and laughing made his heart swell never wanting to see it go away.

"We're fine (y/n), I promise I won't let anything happen to you, I'll always protect you no matter what." He says as he speeds up a bit doing a huge loop around the parking lot as your screams get louder, smiling so hard it hurt.

"That's why I made sure your wearing your seatbelt silly!" He says, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and tugging slightly at your belt as you quickly push his hand back to the wheel.

"Keep your hands on the damn wheel!" You shout covering your eyes, the drinks in the cup holder threatening to spill as the car shakes.

"Oh my God Eddie Munson we're gonna die!" you yell. Sticking your hand out the window feeling the wind pushing it backwards. All the windows rolled down letting in the coolest breeze in, enough to feel the chill in your bones as your hair whipped around in every direction the ends of your hair getting caught in your mouth you quickly grab it and spit it out as Eddie laughs at you.

"I don't plan on dying tonight baby!" he yells fist-pumping the air as the beat in the song drops, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"We're gonna live forever my love because guess what?" he says turning to look at you as the car comes to a halt. You huff running a hand through your hair as you try catching your breath. Chuckling you lean over and place a kiss on his nose.

"What my love?" you ask pulling back and leaning your head against the headrest you look over at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

"It's only love, nobody dies." He says turning back to look at the main window and slamming his foot on the gas, as you scream bloody murder his laughs and your screams echoing all over the parking lot.

"I know there's a part of you, you hide and you convinced yourself that I will hold it against you.

There are other ways that you move to shield your plan other than this thing I only pretend to.

I just wanna drive real fast, real fast with you until we kill the lonely.

Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car, and if we give it a night no matter who we are and who we're not. So give me your kiss now, don't wanna think about going alone without.

It's only love, nobody dies. Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without it's only love, nobody dies."

Your eyes shot open, meet with nothing but silence and darkness. Gasping you reach over to Eddie's side of the bed feeling nothing but cold empty sheets you sit up and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. You yell out his name and wait a few seconds but no response comes from any part of your apartment. Pulling the blanket off your body you stand up and run out of the room, franticly searching for him.

"If you're gonna walk me, it won't be tonight

If you're gonna watch, no, it won't be tonight

Better if it hurts, at least you'll know what it's like

It's only love, nobody dies.

You find your way outside your apartment the rain splashing down onto the pavement, the slight breeze making the rain colder then it should of been. You stop in front of his car that had been parked in your driveway, you huff out running your hands through your wet tangled hair, heat beating a million miles per hour as you search for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

You shake your head choking on your tears as you screaming his name your voice muffled but the rain, even then there was no response from him as all the memories start flooding back into your mind.

You couldn't escape it no matter how hard you tried to forget, no matter how much you wanted to move on it wouldn't go away replaying like a horror movie in your head every night and day. His favorite shirt ripped in tiny little pieces, the teeth marks and scratches littering his sides, the blood dripping down from your hands staining your clothes as you try to stop the bleeding. His screams for you to stop as you applied pressure to his wounds..... and his final words to you and Dustin, the tears running down yours and Dustin's face as you cradling his lifeless body.

“Wanna be falling asleep on the passenger side of your car, and if we give it a night, No matter where we are and where we're not

So give me your kiss now. Don't wanna think about going alone without It's only love, nobody dies.

Should we share a kiss? Now don't wanna talk about going alone without,

It's only love, nobody dies."

It was all coming back to you and you were drowning because of it, no amount of rain surrounding you right now was like the grief that was taking over your body.

You drop to your knees clutching your chest trying to find the air to breath but it was as if all the air in the world had disappeared. He was gone, your Eddie was dead his heart gave out before you even had the chance to tell him you loved him one last time.

He died before he even got to live his life, and now no more smiles and no more laughs, no more fist pumps and jumping up and down when he was excited, no more playing his guitar and writing little songs for you, no more I loves you, no more kisses, no more him... he was gone and yet he was everywhere you looked the whole town knew about Eddie Munson now but not in a good way.

He was a freak to this town before and now he'd never get to be anything else other then a dead murderer to this town. Despite him being everywhere you looked you wish it would all just go away. So you could forget he ever existed because it hurt to much to even think about him. But you couldn't, this town wouldn't let him rest as they dragged his name through the mud.

It hurt to much like a shot to your heart, knowing he's never get to "snatch that diploma and run like hell outta here" like he had told you he'd do so many times before. A month from now when you graduated he wouldn't be there cheering for you as they called your name. You wouldn't walk that stage with him saying your goodbyes and thanking god you made it. Now you'd walk it all alone and as his uncle and friends cheering for you and everyone else sneered and booed, dragging your name through the mud as well. It had only been two weeks of his death and it felt like an eternity how many more sleepless nights did you have to go through? And when you finally got to sleep you either had nightmares of his death or happy dreams only to wake up to this endless nightmare without him.

How many more mornings alone? As you remembered getting dress for school with him by your side helping you pick out your outfits as you ran around the house goofing off and being late for school to many times to count. Now your always on time, as you get dress on your own in silence. Wayne sleeping on the couch you tried your hardest not to disturb him knowing how much losing Eddie affected him and kept him up most nights as well.

Wayne and Eddie were your family, after endless fights with your parents Eddie grabbed your shit and packed it up taking you out of that house while your parents screamed at you to come back. You were so nervous to move in at first, yes you knew Wayne very well having spend many days and nights over at the Munson household but moving in was a whole other story. Wayne being the Angel he is was happy you where here seeing you as his on child as well, the trailer park quickly becoming your new home.

And after Eddie died and the house was destroyed you were going to beg your parents to let you move back in with them, but Wayne didn't back up on anything he said before. He got both of you a one bedroom apartment going back to sleeping on the couch like he always use to when you lived together with Eddie.

He took you in like you were his own, but with Eddie gone you felt like an intruder, a stranger in this home. How long until he realized it was your fault his nephew was gone, that he died protecting you. That he died fighting off those demo-bats so you could live and not from an earthquake like Dustin told him he had.

A slight scream escapes your lips, as you shake your head, face wet from both rain and tears. Taking your fists you punch the floor repeatedly until the skin on your knuckles break, causing blood to trickle down them.

How many more people would stare at you wherever you went out? Like you where a monster, a weed sucking the life out of everything on this earth just because you loved Eddie Munson. How many more people would throw drinks and food at you and your friends? As you sat minding your own business eating your lunch as you tried your hardest not to cry, eyes glued to his chair he always sat in.

How many more bruises on your face and hands from the fights you got into? As your friends pried them off you, your lungs burning from yelling at them that Eddie didn't do it and all the would do is laugh and spit at your face calling you a "murderer fucker" or "a killer lover ".

How long until you where finally ok? Until you didn't feel like this black hole the size of Eddie was ripped into your chest. When would that bleeding hole in place of your heart finally heal, leaving a huge scar for everyone to gawk at. Would you fade into nothing over time? Or would you start to rot just like his body was in the upside down.

"(y/n) what are you doing out here it's 3 in the morning?!" Wayne shouts at you the rain slightly muffling his voice. When had he come outside? It had to have been when you were lost in thought.

"He's gone Wayne, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect him, I'm so sorry it should of been me who died that night not him." You choke out in between sobs as you cry into your hands, the guilt eating away at you like a rusty boat in water.

"It wasn't your fault (y/n), he died protecting the person he loved if you ask me I'd say it was poetic way to die." He said gazing down at you. His heart hurting just as much as yours but he wanted to help you feel better. You sniffle, wiping your tears away as you shake your head chuckling bitterly. Poetic? Nothing about the way he died was poetic, it was messy and horrific, you'd never fully heal from it even if you tried.

"I'm sorry Wayne, I'm so fucking sorry." You repeat knowing no matter how much you apologized it wouldn't change what happened. It doesn't matter how much you loved Eddie he wouldn't be back, because you can't love someone back to life.

"It's only love, nobody dies." His words replaying in your mind over and over again, as you stare off at his car. Wayne sighs, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He grabs a hold of your forearms and helps you up.

"Let's get you back inside dear before you catch a cold, Ed wouldn't want that now would he." He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder, rubbing up and down trying to warm you up as much as possible, you nod your head as he leads you inside.

"It's only love, nobody dies." But your gone now and I'm here alone.

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A/N: Holy shit I think this is the longest fic I've ever written!! I hope y'all like it. I just felt like letting the sadness settle in. Losing Eddie has really affected my mental health and I questioned if I should even continue writing at all, but I love writing even if no one reads it I'll keep writing and I promise I'll write happy things again but for right now it's kinda hard. And as always please reblog and comment I'd really appreciate it, feedback is always wanted let me know what I can improve on!!! 💕

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[eddiemunsonsteddybear]

i totally dmed you instead of sending you an ask but i’ll do it again.

your number is *drumroll pls* #87

by Taylor Swift

Description: this Christmas year is going to be much different for Steve Harrington. Who’s on the search for love and chasing that feeling. Knowing what person he can find that in this t story shows the process of Steve Harrington falling head over heels for his lover, Eddie Munson.

He was sure that he would never find that feeling again, chasing for it with different girl day after day until he wasn’t even sure what he wanted anymore. Though something lights up in him and he recognizes that all familiar high. It has just clicked and he had to stop to catch his breath as it hit him like a ton of bricks. Of course it was the strangest situation, it was three years ago when the other was goofing around in the field with Dustin. Just like two brothers would do.

Now here he stood three years later with the little bit of money he could scavenge together to go Christmas shopping. There were these tiny moments where Steve just climbed a new level of craziness. Where he thought he couldn’t go any higher with how in love he was with Eddie Munson. Like every time it hits him, It was shocking to say the least. Across the store Bambi eyes were meeting his. Heating him up in a way that he was sure he was a air balloon passing every normal stage of a crush on going into the borderline obsession phase.

Currently walking out of the cereal aisle with his Uncle stood Eddie Munson. His curls falling against his round face that lights up with the biggest grin. Steve never really had anything pop up into his head when Christmas came to mind, but now after the last two Christmas’s he can’t help but picture Eddie. The boy was all Christmas joy, the smiles, the giggles up to the horrible dancing. Of course Steve may be a little bias as Eddie was currently a Elf for Santa’s shop with Wayne being Santa Claus. Even after all of the accusations, and all of the wounds Eddie still somehow mustered up energy to make sure to give to others.

The first year had been a little iffy after everything. But it didn’t stop Eddie from dressing up as a elf and going out of town to raise money for every family that got hit hard from the earthquake. Everyone didn’t want the money because in their eyes Eddie was the reason God had struck them with that deadly force. He was Satan’s spawn and they wanted nothing he touched in town. Though once when evidence came out that it wasn’t him who murdered all of those people but Henry Creel. So things started to warm up again the next Christmas.

After that everything started to go more smoothly and soon the whole town wanted to forget. And treating Eddie wrongly was just one of them, not wanting to take blame and apologize. Maybe that guilt was the reason why the Munson family brought so much money in. Pity money did work, and Eddie wasn’t against using that.

“Oh, Debra don’t you remember when you kicked me in the balls when I was just trying to grab a can of Pringles? Well I do and I just know that if you don’t donate to this charity some of these children won’t grow up to that ripe age where you think it’s okay to knee them in the genitals.”

“Oh Bob! How are you? Do you want to donate to breast cancer awareness? No! Well wait up I have a funny story actually- it all started when I just wanted to check my mail and someone decided to stick a dead raccoon in there- god I remember it just like yesterday and I’m sure everyone wants to hear about it.”

And just like that eddie made nearly a grand every year for charity.

Steve only encountered the other when he picked Dustin up from DnD but he was fully aware the others personality didn’t fit the others clothing style. Though he forced himself to quickly snap out of whatever weird trance he was in when a older women nearly t-bones him. He has no choice but to walk in the direction Eddie was coming from. Meeting in front of the breadcrumbs Steve wasn’t sure how he was going to talk. His mouth felt like he just ate a whole thing of peanut butter in one sitting and forgot the milk.

“Steve! I have been meaning to talk to you, the kids and I were talking about the Santa shop this year and wanted to know if you wanted to join us.” Eddies grin is contagious as he leans back a little as he adds. “This years charity would be going towards the children’s hospital in the city.”

And oh my god Steve was definitely not going to say no. He loved being with the kids though it would be a whole new situation being with them and Eddie. The last time that happened was when they were all on the run from Vecna. He smiles gently as he makes sure the others done rambling before nodding his head.

“Yeah I can do that, what would I be doing?” He asks curiously as he moves a little bit to lean on his shopping cart. Holding up some of the weight from his legs that were slightly getting tired from walking around so much.

“Well… you would be a Elf with me, I’m currently making outfits as we speak. If you could possibly drop by my trailer some time so I can get measurements.” Eddie was a constant beam of energy and Steve was certain that he was going to be higher then the last peak he was on. Which would be even a deadlier fall.

“Yeah, just call me and tell me what time would be good for you.” Steve says dumbly. God he was such a idiot.

“And there’s a dazzling haze, A mysterious way about you, Dear, Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”

Steve’s snapped back to reality when he sits in his car twenty minutes after cashing out. His heart beating in his chest as he crosses his arms over himself trying to calm the excited nerves running through his body. Smiling he happily hits his steering wheel unable to keep it in. Sighing softly he sets his head back biting his lip a little before he decides he was ready to go back to his parents house.

He’s barely in the house forty minutes before he hears the phone ring. He doesn’t know how anything happens, one second he’s holding onto the plastic phone and the next he was transported in front of the Munson’s door awkwardly knocking on the door. All nerves disappearing when Eddie answers the door in seconds and pulls him in. His hair up in a messy bun like style. Pencil in his mouth as he closes the door behind Steve.

“Okay so, I just finished mine -” Eddie picks a black outfit that somehow passed as a Elf’s. “And I’m pretty much done with everyone else’s costumes so I thought it would be a good idea to get yours done as soon as possible. You know?” He chuckles a little. The boy looked very anxious and Steve makes sure to choose his words carefully so he didn’t upset the other in anyway. He was sure that he wouldn’t but just on the safe side.

“Yeah, I do. What do you want me to do?” He asks curiously. Eddie immediately breaks out into bundles of words explaining his ideas. Steve just listens and sits down when he’s told looking up at the other like he was Saint Nicholas himself. God this boy really loved Christmas. Not as much as the spooky season but still.

Though there was one thing Steve didn’t consider. With costume fitting there was a lot of physical touch. He stood on a stool the other gave him and the others hands were constantly on him. His face was pink as the awkward talk of not knowing each other that well evolved into something else. Steve laughing as Eddie shoves him playfully to get him to sit still. Both laugh when the see Wayne’s expression when he walks in from his shift.

Steve should have been gone hours ago but he finds himself sitting on Eddie’s bed listening to the other ramble about Dustin. It felt like the both of them have been friends for years. And Steve can’t help but feel some form of dread when he remembers all nice things come to a end.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, Take me out and take me home”

Maybe Steve started to use the whole thing as a excuse to hang out with the other more but he wasn’t going to let anyone know about that. Now here he stood in the Harrington kitchen falling helplessly in love as Eddie makes Christmas cookies. Flower on his nose and hair while all Robin needed a nap break. Just getting off from work just a hour ago. God was Steve screwed. Watching the way Eddie freaking Munson scrunching up his nose and moves quickly away from the mix and sneezes flower all over the place. Sighing contently, completely unaware that he was leaving a mark on the house that made it seem like it could possibly be a home.

“We could let our friends cash in the living room, this is our place we make the call, and I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I’ve love you three summers now honey, but I want them all.”

Steve didn’t understand how Eddie did it. Everyone who even fell inside of his bubble would slowly attract to him. Which was great because hey! Everyone was seeing what Steve had been seeing for a while now. But also, Hey! No I had him first! It was weird. All of it. None of these feelings happened with Nancy or Robin. Steve didn't care that Eddie was a boy, that wasn't the difference between the three. It probably would be the greatest mustery Steve will ever know as he sits in the middle of Joyce’s living room as Eddie plays the acoustic. Playing any Christmas music that came to mind as everyone sang together.

Steve sat next to Robin who sat next to Nancy. Robin has been clued into the entire situation for a while but Nancy apparently wasn't. Steve and Nancy hadn't talked in a long time and neither knew what to say. Steve smiles awkwardly towards her once before Eddie steals his attention. It's later when the kids are sleeping and the two are the few remaining ones awake along with Eddie and Robin.

“So, you sharing your matching Christmas sweaters with anyone Steve?” Nancy asks curiously as she does the dishes. Steve freezes and Robin looks over at him carefully. The expression on Eddies face is unreadable as he keeps writing down notes and sipping his coco slash coffee. Who needed that before bed? Eddie apparently.

“No.”

Awkward silence.

“Well you interested in anyone then?” Nancy asks sweetly. Robin smirks at Steve looking straight through him as Eddie looks above his coffee cup. Steve didn't think he had any reason why he should lie. He was interested. Though he of course wouldn't say who.

“Yeah- sort of.” Steve says rubbing the back of his neck a little pink going to his face as he avoids all eyes.

“Well who is this girl then? There's no way she would say no to Steve Harrington.” Nancy teases a little. Steve already hated this conversation as he glares at Robin who catches onto how be cringes at the others words. Specifically at ‘girl’.

“I'm not going to tell you that.” Steve laughs awkwardly shaking his head amused.

“Oh.” Nancy says as Steve looks up confused before figuring out what he meant. He can't help but blush but snort a little.

“Dont worry Nancy, my type has totally changes since high school. It's definitely not you.” he says amused watching her relax. Though from the look of it Eddies shoulders relax to. But he doesn't say any words. Just staring at Steve like he was trying to pick through his soul.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on his hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be-”

Steve can't explain it. Something shifted between him and Eddie that night while they sat at the round table. They stayed up later then the girls and just talked the rest of the night through. Forgetting about time as the sun shined through the windows. As time passed and they grew closer the more they spent together.

At the diner Steve always made sure to save a seat for his Eds who in return would lean over the table and say the most dirtiest jokes. Causing Steve to get flustered and laugh loudly, voice cracking and having to go quite fast when people looked over at the two of them. The mischievous glint in Eddies eyes never leaving. God Steve was head over heels in love and he didn't know what to do.

“And you'll save all of your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table I'll save you a seat.”

Steve sits at the Munson trailer Christmas Eve still dressed up in the amazing Elf Costume Eddie made. Sure his weren't covered in chains like Eddies but he still loved it the same. Both of them pressed up together as hears the phone ring in the middle of the show they were watching. Groaning Steve gets up and Eddie follows along like a lost puppy using his drink as a excuse. Steve picks up the phone and chuckles at something Eddie says before saying a soft, “hello?”

“Merry Christmas Eve Dingus’s!”

Steve has to pull the phone back from his ear amused as he returns the words to Robin. She quickly starts to ramble about something as Steve gets distracted by Eddie trying to scoop ice cream with a regular spoon.

“Eddie, you have to scoop that with a ice cream scooper or else you're just going to bend the spoon.” he says amused. He hears Robin pause and he doesn't apologize for interrupting. She did it to him all the time.

“Oh before I forget, can you get Eddie on the phone?”

“Eddie, Robin wants you.” Steve says offering the phone to the other who moves over licking his fingers before holding the phone to his hear, not bothered by being in Steves personal space.

“Why would I look up?” Eddie asks confused before they both do. And at the same time they both realize they are under mistletoe. Both go red in the face, hearing Robins voice saying.

“Now I have to go bye! Remember if you two don't kiss Santa isn't coming for you guys! Bye!” and the dial tone is heard before Eddie awkwardly sets the phone on the thing. His eyes meet Steves's and there was nothing else to describe what was happening besides stuttering and awkwardness. Though Steve says fuck it and yanks the other forward, causing both of their noses to brush up against each other before their lips meet.

And there it was, the sun right above the peak right before he lost sight of it and fell down the mountain as Eddie would shove him away and break his heart. Though Steve was wrong. There was shoving alright. But Eddie was still connected to him as he shoves him against the wall, Steve’s back hitting part of the phone as he gasps a little out of surprise letting Eddie taste him.

Growing up Steve never knew what he wanted for Christmas as he had everything pretty much. But now pushed up against the wall between the phone and mugs (which were swinging like crazy, if one even broke Wayne would kill them) Steve knew what he wanted for Christmas.

For Eddie to be his lover.

(If you want to request a # send a random one in my ask box and I’ll do a song correlated with that number from my top 100 played songs I’m currently working with a few as we speak )

The next song is Puke by Eminem and it’s going to be a challenge

#oh my god I love this #though the next number correlates with the song Puke by Eminem and I need to come up with a idea for that djdjfj #I love this challenge #if you want to ask me a number and I should hopefully respond at some point lmao #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie and steve #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #queer #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #Christmas Steddie #Eddie munson is obessessed with Christmas #he guilt trips people into donating #Wayne munson is Santa clause #Steve Harrington just uhhhh #please just read it and give me feedback that’s all I want

[like-wuatafauq]

My day was ok. Pretty boring too.

Really?! I automatically thought that all the masc on tumblr liked romance.

Well...here some asks to pass the time.

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1. Do u like pillow fort? If yes what snacks are u bringing to your pillow fort? Are u watching a movie in the pillow fort? If yes, what movie?

2. Do u like home made cookies? Or home made cake?

Awe hope you get to do something interesting that you like! And really? You would be the first if not one of the very few, mascs get treated kinda shitty tbh a lot of the times if there's a break up we get blamed for it and hardly anybody is ever romantic towards us. Ever since I've come out(7 years ago) I've only gotten flowers twice out of the girls I've dated and like idk other romantic gestures aside from that😅 oh I gotten a cake for my birthday I think 3 or 4 years ago? So it's nice to hear that at least nowadays mascs might get better rep on tumblr. Are you masc too? or femme? or other? (if you dont mind me asking of course)

1. That sounds fun! I don't think I've done that before so maybe I'd bring like gummy worms(bonus if they ar gummy dinosaurs)? Peanut M&Ms? Maybe Jerky and Pringles? Idk what ppl usually bring haha

As for the movie🤔 it would depend, is it a rainy night?probably something scary, if it's nice and sunny then probably a romantic comedy or scifi, honestly I love watching movies it be hard to pick. (I would say my favorite movie but I've never told anyone my actual #1 favorite movie that's a secret 😉)

2. I love anything homemade I don't usually bake but I do like homemade cookies and cakes!

#i like gatekeeping myself lmao i got lots of silly little secrets #i really be like this is my favorite candy...or is it🤨 #or this is what my childhood was like...🤨or was it #its like you have to have top secret clearance to know really personal things about me...or do you🤨 #sweet anon #sweet anon im just as anonymous as you...or am i🤨 #anon #asks

[youremyonlyhope]

Stranger Things 4

I’m gonna watch episode 5, then probably have to go do something and not watch episode 6 until tonight.

(Never mind that didn’t happen so I watched both)

Chapter 5: The Nina Project

Ooooh. Nina Simone? Or some other Nina? What happened to the 4th amendment, search and seizure!? NOT PAPA. WHY IS PAPA HERE? Dr. Owens I hope you have a good explanation. With the Jif recall, the Jif product placesment is weird. It is EERIE to see Eleven with no hair again. I was spoiled by IMDB that Jamie Cambpell Bower was in this. I saw his name while trying to look up someone else (probably Argyle) and I was like “...What.” Oh that look. Ok yeah, Will’s in love with Mike. I still want ace Will though. “What if they don’t like the truth?” OH WILL. MY SON. WILLLLLLL. I’m in pain. Please let my son be happy. He really plays the “Creepy Dude getting people out of captivity in messed up ways” type so well.  Does Hopper blame himself for his daughter’s cancer? Oh god Hopper no. Oh the Agent Orange nooo. Since Patrick is basically doomed, the only solace will be if he does the floating bone cracking thing while Jason and the others are watching. “Do you need to be told everything?” Don’t leave the backpack no. I keep meaning to ask: Where is Eight in all of these flashbacks? Is the show just gonna pretend Eight never existed? Or is this after she escaped? It’s just hitting me. We did always wonder what happened to the rest of the kids. We know now. Eddie should just get in the water under the boathouse. See. The backpack. Come on. Did little Henry (Harry?) collect the spiders in jars... Didn’t we know where the Demogorgon was from the lights... am I remembering that properly? YEAH THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS I CALLED IT. Though I misremembered it as the Demogorgon’s location not Will’s. But I feel like it was accurate for the Demogorgon too though. Oh no Patrick’s not gonna have any witnesses and they’ll think it’s further proof of Eddie. God please no. Taking the boat works too. I said hide in the water. But an actual escape might be better. God. Poor Patrick. He was an actually good boy. Yayyyy an Upside Down shot! We haven’t gotten one of those in a minute. Well El’s back in a very El fashion. Come on. 

Whats his face better not blame Eddie when he saw Patrick with his own eyes.

Ok my idiot brother was supposed to meet me somewhere around now, but he’s not ready, so I’m gonna keep going with episode 6.

Chapter 6: The Dive

Very rude title if they’re referring to what happened to Patrick. Poor Jason. He lost his girlfriend and his best friend. But you better not blame Eddie. Ok he blames the devil and slightly Eddie but says Eddie’s just a vessel. Which is... not as bad as blaming Eddie? I think? Oh no it’s gotten into our world. Pringles product placement. So is Suzie in a foster home... or does her family just have a billion kids? It could go either way honestly. Yeah I don’t know how I feel about the Russia storyline. It’s all poison. You’re all idiots. Ok yeah poison would have been more humane than fattening them up. Yeah who is One? I had theorized that Terminator dude from last season was One. Nothing came of that theory but I still like it. Oh good! Acknowledgement of Eight’s existence. Who is guy though... Why is he helping Eleven... Love Lucas. Ugh I hate people. These poor moms. I like the chopping head off idea, Lucas. Dustin’s adorable hopping and Eddie’s LOTR references. I love it. I honestly forgot that fire can kill Demogorgons. Steve. Steeeveeee. I saw your name trending on twitter yesterday. I’ve been dreading the worst all day. Do not, I repeat, do NOT die on me right now. Dustin, I appreciate your water gate joke.

I swear. If Steve dies. I’m killing someone.

#hope watches stranger things #stranger things spoilers #st spoilers

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

Oh! Also #52 with tres horny bois lol

52- "I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes.” from this prompt list! (still accepting!)

“Okay but I still don’t understand how the plant comes into play,” Magnus says, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoveling it in his mouth, not unlike the way one would feed a horse some grain.

Merle laughs and shifts his position on the couch. “Well, y’see Magnus, when a dwarf and an onion love each other very much –“

“So help me, if you finish that sentence, I’m going to magic missile the shit out of you,” Taako interrupts from the kitchen.

“Taako, stop being a prude!” Magnus makes a half-hearted attempt to launch popcorn at Taako from his seat on the couch.

"I'm not being a prude, the two of you are just being gross!" Taako scrunches his face up in disgust.

“Well, I thought you already went to bed anyway,” Merle reaches forward to snatch the bowl from Magnus, who frowns but lets the popcorn remain out of his grasp.

“I’m about to, I was just making a cup of cocoa before I went to bed.”

Strictly speaking, this isn’t exactly true. Taako is making cocoa, but he’s already tried to settle down to sleep for the past hour to no avail. He can’t even blame it on Pringles' snoring or other nocturnal habits this time.

Since the three of them got back from Goldcliff earlier, Taako’s felt unsettled. Seeing the effects of silverpoint, of the Gaia Sash, it was a lot. It felt strangely personal. Not to mention the weirdness in Captain Captain Bane’s office. And that Red Robe… He still can’t quite shake that. It was easy enough to make fun of the fool in the moment but Taako’s thought a little more about what he said and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t creepy. Maybe he’s figuring out how to be afraid after all.

He's still unsure what he's meant to be afraid of. He figured the Red Robe, of course. Kinda hard to put a positive spin on creepy ghosts. But if the Red Robe is supposed to be scary, then why'd it take the time to save the three of them? Just thinking about it makes Taako's brain itch.

“Wait, we still have cocoa? I thought I used the last packet before we left!” Magnus says excitedly, standing up from the couch.

Taako’s snapped out of his rumination by this. “I don’t use packets, my man. I have some class and sophistication.”

“You think we could get some mugs of this classy drink then, fancypants?” Merle sends Taako his sweetest, most shit-eating smile.

“Nah, dudes, this is a made BTFT beverage,” Taako says haughtily.

“I thought those were pictures that were bad for the environment,” Magnus tilts his head in confusion.

"Nah, man, it's a band," Merle shakes his head as he speaks.

Taako rolls his eyes. “By Taako, For Taako.”

“How about a bargain?”

“Merle, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs casually. “If you can find the kindness in your heart to spare some cocoa for us, then I can find the kindness in my heart to not start explaining my onion exploits in graphic detail. And kid, I have a lot.”

Taako does his best to suppress a gag. “Fine, jeez. I’ll make extra for you clowns.”

Magnus and Merle let out a small cheer before making a sad attempt to high-five each other. To be fair, the attempt is only sad on Merle's part, but the whole is only as good as the sum of its parts.

“Man, I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes,” Taako says as he rifles through the cabinets for the cocoa, cinnamon, and vanilla extract. He had the measurements exact before the bozos wanted in on his treat.

A small twinge of anxiety picks at his gut. He squeezes the container of vanilla tight to keep him exactly where he is, not back in a dusty, hot frontier town five years ago.

He glances over at the Umbra Staff; he stashed it in the corner of the dorm’s common area, well away from the kitchen.

Can’t kill them if my magic isn’t even in the same room, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath before dumping more ingredients into the pot. He’s so focused on that that he doesn’t realize the silence that settled over Magnus and Merle. Taako glances up to find the two of them staring at him as though he’d grown an extra head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Taako, did you just call us your friends?” Magnus is barely able to keep the glee out of his voice.

“I distinctly heard that, Magnus,” Merle says seriously.

“Oh, I most certainly did not, we are coworkers at best,” Taako busies himself with stirring more milk into the steaming pot.

“Taako said we’re friends!” Magnus crows triumphantly. “Thought it would never happen!”

“We’ve finally broken through his thick emotional walls!” Merle stands on the couch and does a dance that looks more like he’s convulsing.

“You two are so dumb,” Taako can’t quite find the heat behind his own words, though. And he can’t quite keep the quirk of a smile off his face. Not that this means he’s suddenly cool with being forced to make extra helpings of cocoa. He’s still pissed about that and that’s the godsdamn truth.

#thank you gab! #ugh we love emotionally distant characters slowly thawing <3 #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #tazb #taako #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #reese writes #prompt fill #tentatively positive 3

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Jealous - Tierna Davidson X Reader

Prompt: Hi! I really love your writing so much. I was wondering if maybe you could write a fic where the reader and Tierna are best friends and R visits T while she’s with the national team. Maybe T gets jealous when the rest of the team or another player gives R attention?

Tierna aggressively slammed her cleats back into her bag, determinedly not looking to the other side of the field where Y/N was talking to some of the staff.

“You alright T?” Alyssa asked the defender, watching her throw her balled up socks into her bag too.

“Peachy,” she grumbled, slamming her bag down and zipping it up.

Tierna took a glance towards her best friend, watching as she made the staff all laugh at something she said, one of the trainers squeezing Y/N’s bicep. The defender rolled her eyes, standing and storming towards the group, trying to release her anger and force a smile on her face.

“Hey Tier,” Y/N shifted her whole attention to Tierna when she approached, bringing a genuine smile to the defender’s face.

“Hey Y/N, ready for lunch?”

“You bet!” Y/N smiled, turning to the group of staff, “great meeting you guys, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tierna gave her a strange look as they began to walk to Y/N’s car. Tierna had introduced Y/N to the team the night before, inviting her to supper, with her charismatic personality she hit it off with everyone. Players and staff stealing majority of Y/N’s attention the rest of the night, inviting her to watch the practice the next day.

“So, where we going for lunch?” Rose pushed between the two of them as they walked through the parking lot, she gripped Y/N’s hand, dramatically swinging their arms, Y/N chuckled at the midfielder.

“What do you feel like Tier?” Y/N looked over to her friend.

“Anything you want Y/N,” Tierna pulled away from Rose slightly.

“I could go for some Chipotle,” Sonnett jogged up, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Uhh sure,” Y/N creased her eyebrows, “Tierna had suggested some local place, but Chipotle works too. I didn’t realize you were coming with us.”

“Of course we are,” Lindsey pushed Sonnett out of the way, causing her to begin to walk backwards, both blondes smiling.

“Shot gun!” Rose let go of Y/N’s hand, pushing Sonnett out of the way and running towards the cars.

“You don’t even know what car is hers,” Tierna mumbled, Y/N smiling, watching the rest of the soccer players gently shove each other in attempt to figure out what car is Y/N’s.

“We’ll keep it a secret and you can have shotgun,” Y/N grinned, nudging her shoulder against her friend. Both laughing as the three pointed to different vehicles, looking back hoping for confirmation, running to different ones when there was no reaction.

The friends managed to get to the car before the trio did, Tierna slipping into the passenger seat.

“I called shotgun!” Rose pouted as she was pushed into the middle, sandwiched in by Horan and Sonnett, each smiling proudly.

As much as Tierna wanted to be alone with her friend, she couldn’t argue that being with Y/N was infectious and didn’t blame a single person for wanting to spend as much time with the woman as they could.

Tierna rolled her eyes, jaw clenching when Sonnett slid into the chair Y/N tried to pull out for her. Y/N giggled and slid into the chair next to her, tugging Tierna’s sleeve forcing her to sit next to her before anyone else could. The defender groaned when the restaurant door opened, and more player filed into the room.

For the entire meal, the players all monopolizing Y/N’s attention. Tierna became more irritated as the meal went on, her time was limited with her best friend, but since she had been introduced to the team, she hadn’t gotten any time with her friend. She had only introduced Y/N so she could have more time with her while still in camp.

Players all asked Y/N questions, drawing her into conversation, Y/N smoothly entertaining everyone, asking equal questions in return, giving them the chance to talk about themselves too.

Y/N tried to talk to Tierna in between conversations with players, sensing her growing irritation, stretching her arm out to rest on the back of the defenders chair, squeezing her shoulder.

“So, Y/L/N, how does the boyfriend feel about you hanging out with this motley crew for a few days?” Pinoe asked from the far end of the table.

“Ahh no boyfriend, so probably good?” Y/N chuckled.

“Alright, how does the girlfriend feel about it?” Ashlyn asked from next to her.

“Nope, no girlfriend either,” she shrugged, casting a shy glance to the defender next to her, none of the players noticing, all focused on the new information.

“You’re single?” Kelley clarified with a smirk, nudging a few of the younger players around her.

“As pringle,” Y/N grinned, laughing at her own joke, “single as a pringle, get it? It rhymes,” she clarified when she saw all the confused faces, awkwardly giggling to herself. Her smile grew when she finally heard Tierna let out a genuine laugh all meal.

“They’re trying to figure out if you’re gay and worth hitting on,” Tierna leaned over and whispered into Y/N’s ear, her smile dropping slightly.

“Oh,” Y/N blushed, biting her lip she fidgeted with her fingers.

“So whatcha say? Worth hitting on?” Kristie smirked from across the table, Sonnett leaning forward with her. Pinoe and Ashlyn watching intently from the end, everyone else listening for the answer.

“Oh, uhh, I guess?” Y/N looked shyly around the table, “I don’t really know?” she looked briefly to Tierna again, blush deepening.

“How do you not know?” Kristie leaned froward, waggling her eyebrows

“I just, uhh, do? People don’t really hit on me,” she shrugged again, hoping the conversation would be over soon.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough, she’s not going to come back if you keep this up,” Christen stepped in, seeing how uncomfortable Y/N and Tierna were.

Tierna mouthed thank-you to the midfielder, Y/N smiling gratefully with a nod.

“T is oblivious that Y/N is single because she’s in love with her,” Tobin leaned over to Christen, whispering in her ear.

“Nope!” Ali giggled from the other side of Christen.

“And Y/N doesn’t see that Tierna is jealous of everyone giving her attention?” Ashlyn added from the across the table.

“Nope,” Pinoe said loudly, gaining the attention of the team, she just smiled and wiggled her fingers in a wave.

Conversation gradually resumed, several of the players trying to encourage flirty banter with Y/N now. Y/N oblivious to the flirting, continued to talk with everyone at the table.

Lunch came to a close, the veterans ushering the players out, reminding them of practice that afternoon practice in a couple hours.

Tierna was quiet the ride back to the hotel, staring blankly out the window in the back seat, Sonnett having won the race for shotgun on the way out.

Y/N glanced in the rear-view mirror while she drove, hoping to figure out what was wrong with her best friend. She bit her lip when Tierna let out a sigh, she didn’t have any idea why she was so upset; Tierna had been so excited to invite Y/N to camp when it was in her city.

“Are you coming to practice later?” Rose asked from the middle seat as they pulled into the hotel, the other two blondes waiting hopefully for the response.

“Oh uhh, not sure,” Y/N turned fully in her set once she parked, watching Tierna for some kind of reaction, “I don’t think so,” she followed up with the defender didn’t react.

Tierna looked quickly to Y/N, her eyes sad while they stared at each other.

“Ahh come on!” Lindsey shook Y/N shoulders over the driver seat.

“I really don’t want to overstay my welcome,” Y/N broke the staring contest, tapping her fingers ion the steering wheel.

Tierna didn’t know what else to say, but quietly got out of the back seat. The other soccer players following behind.

“Y/N is awesome T! Why haven’t you brought her around more?” Sonnett squeezed Tierna’s bicep as they walked through the hotel lobby, “any chance you could I could get her number? Or do you think she would take mine?” the blonde seemed a little nervous.

“Uhh I don’t know Son, maybe, I’ll talk to her,” she shrugged noncommittally.

“You rock T!” the blonde defender skipped ahead, giving a small fist pump.  

“Tierna!”

Tierna turned quickly to the hotel entrance, Y/N walking towards her. She tilted her head to the side, confused, “Y/N?”

“Is everything alright Tier? Are you okay?” Y/N reached out, gripping Tierna’s hand, running her thumb along the knuckles. Eyes soft while she watched her best friend.

“Yea, of course,” Tierna squeezed her hand back, trying to give her a reassuring smile.

“You were so quiet at lunch. Do you want me to leave? Did I overstep with the team? Or you?” Y/N looked so worried.

“No, definitely not,” she shook her head, “Sonnett even just asked me for your number,” she motioned vaguely behind her to where the blonde had walked, “so yea, theres that, yours if you want it.”

“Oh uh, I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you,” Y/N squeezed her hand again, trying to make eye contact with Tierna.

“I’m fine, really,” Tierna tried to reassure, pulling out her phone.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, eyebrows creasing at the sudden change.

“Getting you Sonnetts number,” she wouldn’t look up, focused on her phone.

“Damit Tierna, I don’t want anyones number, I want you!” Y/N pulled the phone from Tierna’s hand.

Tierna brought her eyes up to watch Y/N, waiting to see what else she would.

“I don’t care if the whole team asks me out, I just want to be with you. I didn’t plan to spend the week with your team, I planned to spend it with you,” Y/N tapped a finger to the center of Tierna’s chest.

“What?”

“She likes you,” Ali smiled as she walked past.

Tierna looked between the defender and her friend, Y/N nodding along, smiling.

“Tierna was pouting because she was jealous,” Christen added as she walked in behind as well.

“I wasn’t pouting,” Tierna stuttered out, blushing.

“But you were jealous?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Terna bit her lip and nodded along.

“I like you Tier, I have for a while, I was just too much of a wuss to ask you out,” Y/N blushed, looking away.

Y/N began to pull her hand away when Tierna started laughing at her. Tierna tightened her grip, stopping the movement, “me too Y/N. It killed me watching everyone fawn over you the last two day.”

Tierna let out a relieved sigh when Y/N stopped pulling away, both instead starting pull each other into a hug.

“What do we do now?” Tierna hesitated to ask as they pulled away.

“I don’t know, I think we start by not talking about it in the middle of hotel lobby,” Y/N giggled, both of them looking around to see most of the team watching, “but uhh, after that, I don’t know. I think we go on a date? Not much really has to change I don’t think.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Tierna agreed, nodding along, “how about dinner on my day off in a couple days? You can still hang around with the team if you want, but I want to be able to do this right,” her confidence growing the more she spoke.

“I want to do it right too,” Y/N smiled back, “now go break the news to Sonnett. I’ll see you later.”

The pair hugged one last time, both smiling wife before pulling away, Y/N leaving the hotel.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson imagines #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine

[kpophours]

Spicy Justice

➵ Stray Kids: Minho x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, fake dating AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, a bit of sexual suggestiveness (nothing explicit)

➵ word count: 7.6k

“Stop using my phone to look at cute cats.”, your best friend says in a flat voice, and tries to pry his phone out of your hands. You whine and clutch it even tighter, glaring at Seungmin who’s lying beside you on his bed. “Oh let me be, my battery is dead and you won’t give me your charger because - and I quote - ‚it‘s somewhere in the house but I don’t know where.” Seungmin just shrugs, and continues to fight for his phone.  “I’m heartbroken and will probably die a lonely woman, because apparently something’s very wrong with me and not even sitting in a ton of rice will ever fix me! No man will ever really love me.”, you whine pathetically, still struggling against his grip.

Seungmin just sighs and lets go of your hand, narrowing his eyes at you. “You won’t die alone, stop being such a drama queen. And there’s nothing wrong with you, I promise you’ll find someone new and better - Jeffrey didn’t deserve you anyway, his name alone should have been a warning to you.”, he says, and you lift one eyebrow, huffing. “It’s not like he chose the name himself, you should blame his parents.”, you mumble, and continue to scroll through cute cat pictures. You can pretty much feel Seungmin roll his eyes at you, and shove your elbow between his ribs. He groans, and slaps your hand away. “Stop with the senseless violence! You’re not mad at me but at Jeffrey.”, he grumbles, and closes his eyes, “He’s the one who broke up with you. I’m still here and I’m even nice enough to let you use my phone.” You bite down on your lip, hard, until you taste blood. You know Seungmin’s right of course, but hearing him say it out loud still hurts. 

You and Jeffrey had been dating for about 6 months, and you‘d been quite happy and content with the relationship - movie marathons, trips to the local art museum, late night drives around the city, tipsy make-out sessions, dating him had been fun. Well, until Jeffrey had suddenly decided he didn’t want to be with you anymore. The breakup had come unexpectedly, but even after you had asked him to stay and try to work this out, Jeffrey had still just left. Seungmin, being the amazing best friend that he just is, had immediately come over to your place, even though it had been well past midnight already. He had brought your favorite Ramen and a bucket full of ice cream, and had even agreed to watch Gilmore Girls with you. He had held you while you cried, and cursed Jeffrey to the moon and back, using every foul word in existence just to make you laugh.  

It’s already been a few weeks since your breakup now, but thinking about Jeffrey still hurts, and there are even some evenings where you still shed a tear or two over his absence from your life, even though you’ve never been big on crying. You don’t even know if you’re still missing him or if you‘re just unable to cope with the knowledge of being alone again. You hate feeling like you’re not enough, and Jeffrey definitely made you feel that way. It also doesn’t help that he’s still part of your social circle, being friends with some of your friends and therefore often attending the same outings and parties. You had straight up refused to go to Changbin’s birthday when you had gotten to know about Jeffrey attending as well - thankfully, Seungmin had come over to stay with you that night, out of solidarity. He truly is the only man you can trust. By now, you spend more time at his frat house than at your own apartment - mostly because your roommate’s boyfriend pretty much lives there by now, and you honestly can’t stomach seeing Marie and Hyunjin being so disgustingly in love every single day. You are happy for them, of course you are, but seeing happy couples just hurts at the moment. Thankfully, Seungmin is as single as a pringle, so he doesn’t mind having you over at his place almost 24/7. Only one of his six roommates - Minho - complains about you being there all the time, but you honestly couldn’t care less. As long as Seungmin’s cool with you being his parasite, you will continue to be so. 

“You’re coming to the frat’s joined birthday party, aren’t you?”, Seungmin asks all of the sudden, startling you of your thoughts and making you drop his phone on your face. You groan, and grimace in pain. Seungmin just laughs, and before you can prevent him from doing so, quickly grabs his phone, stuffing it back in his pocket. “That was beautiful, thank you for letting me witness this.”, he says, and you roll your eyes at him. “About your question… I don’t know. Jeffrey will probably attend too, and I’m honestly still not really in the mood to see him.”, you answer, and press your face in his pillow, stifling your own sigh. “The party is still weeks away. Don’t you think you’ll be over him by then?“, Seungmin asks, and you shrug. “I honestly don’t know. I only know that I will get over him, at one point, but right now, I still have to be dramatic about it - no idea how long that phase is going to last. It’s called coping, baby.“ Your best friend snorts. “Very bad coping, but sure. You know it’s also my birthday party, right? And Felix’ and Jisung’s. And we can all celebrate Chan’s birthday at midnight. You have to come!” You just sigh, and shrug. Seungmin hums in thought, before suddenly poking your cheek and making you jump. „Ok, how about making Jeffrey jealous? You know, make him see what he’s lost, and how stupid and ignorant he’s been. You shouldn’t be the only one suffering. You can use the party to get some revenge.” 

You lift your head, and give Seungmin a stern look. “For someone so nice and angelic looking, you sure have a dark and evil side to you, Mr. Kim.”, you say, and your best friend gives you his brightest smile. “Becoming a cold hearted evil genius wasn’t really what I had planned to do with my life, yet here I am - and you love me for it. So, what do you think? You shouldn’t have to sit out all your friends' birthday parties just because you don’t want Jeffrey to see you like this.” You raise both eyebrows, offended. “What do you mean?! I look fine!”, you grumble, and Seungmin snorts. “Y/N, no offense, but you haven’t showered in like, three or probably even more days, you are literally wearing some of my oldest clothes right now because you somehow managed to spill an entire bowl of Ramen over your own, and - I truly say this with all my love - I think it’s time for you to finally use a face mask. Or two.” You glare at him. “I’m way too sleep-deprived and heartbroken to deal with your negativity right now. I just want to wear big hoodies, watch tv shows and be ugly while staying in bed for the rest of my life, is that too much to ask for?”, you groan, even though you know he’s right - you’ve truly let yourself go. You’ve never been one to really care about looking good every single day, because honestly, who’s got the time? But you usually put some effort into your looks, or at least when you have to attend class or work a shift at the Yellow Wood café. 

You finally sigh. “Fine. I promise I’ll go home tonight, take a long hot shower, finally do the laundry and use a face mask or two. Happy?” Seungmin grins, and gives you the thumbs up. “Very much so. Now back to our plan to make Jeffrey jealous-” “Whoa, whoa, hold up a minute!”, you interrupt him, “That’s not our, but your plan! And I haven’t agreed to it yet.” Your best friend just waves your words aside. “The keyword being yet. You know I’m right and that you should do it.” You sigh, and begin to gnaw on your lower lip, mulling his idea over in your mind. “He wouldn’t believe us to be together anyway, he knows I only see you in a platonic way. You’re like…” 

“A brother.”. Seungmin helps out, and you grin. “More like  ‘a beloved pet’ or ‘a sometimes helpful acquaintance’ but sure, if it makes you feel better, let’s go with brother.” For that, Seungmin whacks you with his pillow and honestly, fair. You were just kidding anyway, he’s definitely something close to a brother to you, you’ve known him since forever, basically, having grown up with him and thankfully ending up going to the same college. “Also I wasn’t thinking of myself as your fake boyfriend anyway”, Seungmin explains, “But of someone else.” He pauses dramatically, and you raise both eyebrows, a half questioning half suspicious expression on your face. “Minho.” You swear you hear thunder and lightning in the distance as soon as Seungmin speaks the name. You just blink at him, face incredulous. “Minho as in… Lee Minho. The guy that lives in the room across from yours in this dump you guys call your home. The-resting-bitch-face-lowkey-but-probably-even-highkey-a-demon Lee Minho. That one.” Seungmin nods. “You forgot proud cat dad, but yes, exactly that one.” His face breaks into an evil smile, and you groan, falling back into his pillows. “I don’t know, Min. I mean, yeah, he’s good looking and all that, but he doesn’t even really like me, he only puts up with me because we share so many friends - including you. Also, what would he gain from this? Nothing.”, you say, and ignore the way your heart speeds up at the mere mention of Minho’s name.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a teeny tiny crush on Seungmin’s roommate - and who could blame you, honestly? Minho is handsome, incredibly so, but more importantly, he’s very smart and witty. He’s also a big tease, but you always enjoy bantering with him, your dynamic with each other always playful. Seungmin lifts one eyebrow at your question. “I never said you wouldn’t have to give him anything in return. And he only acts all aloof and bitchy all the time, but he truly likes you, I know that for a fact. He actually talks about you from time to time, and he lets you play with his cats, that says a lot too. You know they are basically his children.” For a few seconds, you just stare at Seungmin, trying to digest the information that the Lee Minho is talking about you to your best friend. Then, you sigh very deeply. “I guess… asking him won’t do any harm. He’s probably not going to agree to this anyway.” Your best friend just grins.

“You want me to do what?” Minho sits on Seungmin’s desk chair, expression shifting between amusement and incredulity. “We want you to be Y/N’s fake boyfriend for the frat party.”, your best friend repeats, and you groan inwardly but decide to stay quiet for now. Minho turns to you. “You want revenge.” It’s more of a statement than a question, so you just purse your lips. Seungmin grins angelically. “You call it revenge, I call it spicy justice.” Minho’s lips twitch at that. ”Spicy justice… I quite like that. But why exactly, would I help you? It seems like a waste of time - and I already waste more than enough time on my own, so I don’t need you guys adding to it.”, he states, and crosses both arms over his broad chest. You look away, suddenly very interested in Seungmin’s DVD collection and definitely not in the way Minho’s arms are straining the fabric of his probably just too tight shirt. “I know you still need a volunteer to help with your screening project.”, Seungmin says, and Minho groans. “That damned screening project… Why am I a college student and not a cat living in an antique shop.”, he grumbles, and you whip your head around to glare at Seungmin. You know Minho is pre-med, and the horrifying prospects of being prodded with needles begin to fill your head. Your best friend just pats your leg affectionately, but it does nothing to soothe your worry. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, nothing to do with needles.”, he explains in a low voice, immediately remembering your phobia, “He’ll just do a screening of your body, look at your heart rate, ask about your personal health record, and stuff like that.” You nod, relieved. “Aww, someone’s scared of needles?”, Minho asks with a wry twist of his mouth, and you immediately answer “No” just as Seungmin says “Yes”. You just glare at your best friend while deciding to ignore Minho’s low chuckle.  

“Okay. I’ll play your boyfriend for one night to make Jefferson jealous if you offer to be my victim- I mean, my volunteer for the screening project.”, he finally agrees, ignoring your mumbled correction to “Jeffrey”. Minho just raises one eyebrow, and offers his hand for you to shake. “So we have a deal?” You hold your breath for a second, before taking his hand and shaking it, feeling like you’ve just sold your soul to the devil. And if Minho’s smug grin is any indication, you might not even be wrong. You ignore the way his long fingers wrap around yours, his hand warm and strong, and let go of it as quickly as possible. “Just promise you won’t actually fall in love with me.”, Minho then says, expression cocky, and you want nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off his face. “There’s absolutely no need to worry about that.”, you reply, and lift one eyebrow, a silent challenge. “Mission Spicy Justice is on, and Team Rocket is officially assembled, whoop!”, Seungmin interrupts your stare down excitedly, and you and Minho simultaneously answer with “You’re Meowth.“, making him pout. You ignore the way your heart flutters at Minho and you making the same stupid joke, but can’t help and answer his grin with one of your own. “I think you guys will have to learn a bit more about each other now.”, Seungmin suddenly suggests, and you grimace while Minho nods in agreement. “I’m a very dedicated actor, so yes, that’s a good idea. I definitely have to know about your favorite color, for example.” You can’t really tell if he’s joking or not, so you just answer with a short and simple “Black”. The man opposite you makes a disapproving “Tsk”, and shakes his head. “Black is technically not a color, it’s just the absence of any other color, so how about you pick an actual one next time I ask you.” You groan in exasperation, and throw a pillow at him. “Oh shut up, you petty pretentious prick!” Minho just catches the pillow, and begins to grin even wider. “Pretty is spelled with an ‚r‘, but that was a nice alliteration nevertheless.“ And with that, he flings the pillow back at you, hitting you straight in the face. You fall back on Seungmin’s bed, and huff. “Ugh, I can’t wait to break up with you again.”, you grumble, making the boys laugh. 

Over the next few weeks, you begin to hang out with not only Seungmin when you’re over at the frat house, but with Minho as well. You’ve been friends - or well, more like acquaintances - for two years now, but have rarely if ever hung out alone. But now, Seungmin doesn’t feel like he has to act like the link between you two, often leaving you guys alone while going out on a date or to work a shift at his part-time job at a law firm. 

One evening while he’s out, you and Minho try to cook together, something that goes horribly wrong, with smoke coming out of the oven and Minho fearing you might have inhaled too much of it because you can’t stop laughing. Hence, he offers to give you mouth-to-mouth which results in you smacking him over the head, and him grumbling something about people having to learn to appreciate his generous offers. You’re glad Chan isn’t home, because he definitely would have given you two an earful for almost blowing up the kitchen - but he’s staying at his girlfriend’s place most nights, rarely being at the frat house anymore. 

You also spent a lot of time playing with Minho’s cats, falling in love with all three and often cuddling them while Minho works on his screening project. While you lie on his bed with at least one or two cats purring on your chest, answering all his questions about your personal health record, he types away on his shiny, overpriced MacBook. You have to admit, seeing him so dedicated to his studies is kind of… hot - not that you’d ever tell him.

After Minho loses a bet to you (he had challenged you to eat the spicy Ramen he always buys, not knowing that Seungmin and you had already agreed to conspire against him, quickly switching the spicy package against a normal one while making dinner that evening), you have a Twilight marathon, watching all five movies in one sitting as Minho has never seen any of them. You’re not even really a Twilight fan (anymore), but you still feel the need to educate him on this glorious and very important piece of pop culture, enjoying his exasperated groans and disgusted faces at some of the scenes maybe a bit too much. Halfway through the fourth movie, he finally begs you to let him finish the rest the next day, but you tease him about being a wussy until he’s finally had enough, tickling you until you’re breathless with laughter. You find you don’t mind Minho keeping his arm around your shoulders after you’ve admitted defeat, feeling comfortable and safe so close to him, basking in his warm honey scent, and fighting hard not to fall asleep.

When Seungmin wakes up early the next morning to go to the gym, and finds you two asleep on the pull-out couch in the living room, buried under an almost ridiculous amount of blankets, breaths mingling as you’re huddled so close together, he decides to say nothing about it. He does take a picture of you guys though, thinking to himself that maybe, just maybe, his plan had worked even better than he’d ever dared to dream of. 

It’s the evening of the frat’s joined birthday party, and you suddenly feel your nerves resurfacing. If you’re being honest, you haven’t really thought about Jeffrey these past few weeks at all, he just seems to have slipped your mind. And even now, thinking about him doesn’t really hurt anymore - but still, you don’t really want to see him tonight. Who knows what his face will trigger in you. But it’s definitely too late to back out now, so you get ready while listening to your favorite playlist, simultaneously talking to your roommate Marie who’s also getting ready in her own room just across the hallway. She’s currently giving you a short recap of her last few days as you haven’t been home at all, spending every free minute over at the frat house. “And Hyunjin pretty much died after having tried Jisung’s self-made curry. That’s why Lina and I decided it was the safer option to order some food instead, and I still stand with that decision even if Jisung was deeply hurt by our actions. We were nice enough to let him win the first round of Cards against Humanity though - but only because we couldn’t stand the sight of his pouting lips anymore.”, Marie finishes her story, and pokes her head through your open door, giving you a bright smile, “Anyway, what’s going on in your life? I feel like we haven’t seen nor talked to each other in forever. I missed you.” 

You return her smile, feeling touched by her declaration of honest affection. “I missed you too.” And it’s true - hearing her talk about her boyfriend didn’t hurt at all this time. You definitely have to spend more time with her again. “Nothing exciting going on in my life, to be honest, I just spend lots of time with Minho these days. We tried to cook and, same as Jisung, failed miserably. Oh, and I finally made him watch all Twilight movies! Can you believe he has never watched any of them before?!” You shake your head, face incredulous. Marie chuckles, and leans against the doorframe, looking at you with her bright, lively eyes. “So the rumors are true, you really have been hanging out with Minho an awful lot lately. Hyunjin told me you’re at the frat house pretty much 24/7 these days.” You just bite your lip, and pretend to concentrate on applying your mascara. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Marie break into a shit-eating grin. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me anything, if you don’t want to. I’m just saying… Under all that salt, Minho’s a really good guy with a very soft side. I like him, and I think you’d be good together. I can already see you adopt many, many cats together.” And with that, she whirls around and leaves you alone with your racing thoughts. 

As both Minho and Hyunjin live at the frat house, you and Marie head over on your own, having agreed to just meet them there. The night is cold, and you immediately begin to shiver in your thin leather jacket. Marie and you quickly agree to just order an Uber, not wanting to wait for the bus in the cold. It doesn’t take long until you arrive at the frat house, its windows illuminated by fairy lights and Chinese lanterns. Looking through one of the big living room windows, you even spot a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, and can’t help but smile. You’re actually excited to see most of your friends tonight, minus Jeffrey of course - not that you still count him as your friend. Marie grabs your hand when you get out of the Uber, and together, you stroll across the lawn and up the few steps leading to the wrap-around porch - the front door is open, so you enter without having to knock. Shedding your jackets, Marie bids you goodbye as soon as she spots her boyfriend currently preparing drinks behind the makeshift bar the boys set up in the living room. 

You, on the other hand, decide to venture into the kitchen first, searching for either Seungmin or Minho. You take a wine cooler out of the fridge, just to have something to hold on to, and give a few classmates and some other acquaintances a half-smile. After realizing that neither of your boys are in the kitchen, you make your way towards the living room, continuing to look for them. The second you step into the room, the music suddenly changes from chill house vibes to Boney M’s Rasputin. You grimace at the choice of music, and shake your head before taking a sip of your drink. In that second, a familiar presence appears beside you. “If I read your expression correctly, you’re about as excited about this song as I am.”, Minho says, and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. You ignore the way your heart speeds up, hoping he’s unable to see the blush blooming on your cheeks in the dimly lit room. “Let’s just say… I wasn’t expecting this kind of music. Chan is usually very good at picking the right songs.”, you explain, and let yourself be led further into the room. Minho just chuckles darkly. “Well, it’s not Chan who’s picking the music tonight - Jisung convinced him that, as Chan‘s turning a year older tonight, he shouldn’t be playing DJ for once, and just enjoy the evening with his girlfriend. That’s why we’ll have to deal with Han’s questionable taste in music tonight.” You groan, and stand on your tiptoes to get a good look at the DJ desk in the corner of the room.

Minho’s right, it’s not Chan who’s standing behind it tonight, but a cute looking young man with slightly chubby cheeks and a bright smile. His girlfriend is currently sitting behind him, looking lowkey embarrassed at her boyfriend’s choice of music and clearly pretending to be deaf. You can’t help but giggle, but then Call on Me begins to play, and both you and Minho groan. “Okay, I definitely need some tequila for this. Does Han even know he’s a Gen Z and not a Millennial?!”, Minho mumbles, and takes your hand in his to drag you with him towards the bar. He immediately grabs a bottle of tequila and two glasses, pouring a generous amount in both. He then hands you one and lifts both eyebrows, expression challenging. “Love shot?”, he asks, the ghost of a smile on his face, and you purse your lips before nodding. Your stomach flutters nervously when Minho locks eyes with you, his face awfully close to yours while he’s emptying his glass. You almost cough at the burning liquid sliding down your throat, and quickly take a sip of your cold wine cooler to soothe the uncomfortable sensation. 

Hyunjin and Marie are both still busy making cocktails behind the bar, the latter one giving you and Minho a bright smile when she spots you. “Want a Hanacceptable Twist?”, she asks, wiggling her eyebrows and rattling the cocktail shaker in her left hand. You just tilt your head to one side. “A- what?!” She grins. “An Han-acceptable Twist. You know, to try to accept tonight’s fate of having to listen to Han’s questionable taste in music.” Minho leans closer. “Do I even want to know what’s in said cocktail?”, he asks suspiciously, and your roommate gives him an angelic smile. “Only the best kind of alcohol, which is a lot, and a bit of orange juice and lime. Come on, Lee, don’t be a coward.” In that second, Seungmin appears behind you, seemingly out of thin air. “Don’t do it, trust me.”, he says, a grave expression on his face, „I sadly speak from experience.“ “Min!”, you exclaim excitedly, and hug him. He chuckles, patting your back affectionately before prying your wine cooler out of your hand to take a sip. “Parasite.”, you grumble, only half joking, and your best friend raises both eyebrows. “Says the one basically living in my room.” You sigh in defeat. “Fair point.” Seungmin turns towards Minho, and gives him a pointed look. “And like I said, don’t try it. Marie has apparently made it tonight’s mission to make cocktails which are even worse than last time, I’m telling you.” “Hey, watch it! Whose cocktails are you calling bad?!”, your roommate protests, huffing in mock offense. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Minho‘s expression darken, obviously feeling challenged, and he finally nods at Marie. “Hit me with your worst shot.” She just grins slyly while you groan at his extremely bad pun, and begins to make the Hanacceptable Twist. Your eyes get round and big at the amount of alcohol she mixes together, and you look from Minho to the cocktail and back again. He doesn’t look so happy about his choice right now, but it’s already too late to back out. He gulps nervously, Adam's apple bobbing, but takes the finished cocktail from Marie nevertheless, eyeing it with a grim expression on his face. “Well, I tried to warn you. Good luck and I hope you won’t go blind.”, Seungmin says, shaking his head in mock defeat, “I’m off - just spotted the man of the evening, and I wanna talk to him before he turns old at midnight.” And with that, he makes his way through the dancing crowd, disappearing from view. 

You, on the other hand, are caught between following your best friend to talk to Chan as well as you haven’t seen him in a while either, and watching Minho suffer from drinking Marie’s cocktail. You finally decide to stay, knowing you can always talk to Chan at a later point. Minho looks very determined now, and locks eyes with you for a second, before toasting you and taking the first sip. His expression morphs from shocked to disgusted to thoughtful back to disgusted. “It’s not… as bad as expected.”, he chokes out, and Marie gives him the thumbs up. “Let me know if you want another one.” And with that, she turns to her boyfriend, kissing his cheek and making him smile. “You wanna try?”, Minho asks, and before you can protest, he has switched your wine cooler with his cocktail, looking at you expectantly. You desperately want to wipe that cocky expression off his face, so you quickly take a sip. It’s truly not as bad as you had expected after hearing Seungmin’s warning, but still bad enough. The alcohol burns in your throat, and you only just manage to suppress a violent cough, quickly giving Minho the thumbs up. He grins smugly. “That’s my girl!”, he says proudly, face glowing with a certain emotion you’re unable to pin down, but you swear your heart is about to leap out of your chest and right into his hands just there and then, for all to see. “Let’s dance.”, Minho says before you can do something reckless and stupid, and before you can protest, he has already dragged you onto the dance floor, pulling you close. His hands on your waist make your head spin, and you desperately search for something to say. “Where are your cats tonight, by the way?”, you finally ask, and almost instantly, a small smile lights up Minho’s face. “They’re staying with a friend of mine. The loud music and many people would have stressed them out, so I asked Juyeon to take them for the night - he works an early shift tomorrow, that’s why he wasn’t able to come tonight.”, Minho explains, and you nod. “Wise decision.” 

Time seems to fly by, and before you know it, it’s already past midnight and Chan’s birthday has begun. You and Minho decide to just congratulate him later, as he’s currently being swamped by too many people already. So you walk over towards the makeshift bar again, Minho offering to make non-alcoholic cocktails as you’re both quite thirsty after all the dancing. You’re about to agree, when his expression changes, and he glares at someone behind you. Before you can turn around, Minho has already wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with mint from a gum he probably chewed earlier. The scent of his cologne surrounds you, and for a second, you forget to breathe. You don’t even hear the music anymore, the world seemingly standing still while you look into the dark pools of Minho’s chocolate eyes. “Don’t look behind you, but Jefferson’s here.”, he murmurs, lips awfully close to yours, “And he’s not alone.” And just like that, the spell is broken. You had honestly totally forgotten about Jeffrey - even though he’s the sole reason you’re currently here, in Minho’s warm and strong arms. Jeffrey’s arms have never felt so normal nor familiar around you, not even after almost six months of dating. “That bastard didn’t only have the audacity to break up with you, but to come here and bring a date?! Let’s show him what he’s missing.”, Minho hisses, and before you can protest, he drags you back into the crowd of dancing people. 

Almost immediately, his arms are back around your waist again, and without really thinking about it, you wrap yours around his neck. Minho pulls your body close, and the way he moves his hips against yours has your thoughts drifting into very dangerous territory. Your cheeks are blazing with heat, and your heart stumbles for a few beats until finding a rhythm twice as fast as its normal one. Minho’s dark eyes bore into yours, and the fire inside them ignites your whole body until it feels like you’re being consumed by flames. You bite the inside of your cheek, hard, when his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and a sudden wave of lust rolls over your body. Minho’s eyes darken even more when he sees how your gaze falls to his mouth, pupils blowing wide, and he leans closer until your foreheads are almost touching, breaths mingling. One of his hands slides over your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and then, his long fingers thread through the hair at the base of your neck to tilt back your head. You almost whine at the feeling, confused by the strange power he seems to hold over you. Everything feels too much and not enough at the same time, your whole body is tight with anticipation, adrenaline pumping through your veins, and Minho is just lowering his head towards yours when- 

something cold drenches your entire backside. You squeal in shock, and the spell between Minho and you is broken. You whip around, expression incredulous, and stare at the person who has just emptied their entire drink over your back. “Oops.”, Jeffrey grins, but his face is grim, and he doesn’t seem apologetic at all, “Sorry. Did totally not mean to do that.” “You-”, you begin, almost breathless from anger, and you’re about to shout at him when you feel strong fingers close around your wrist. You turn your head, and stare at Minho, who’s tugging you close again. “Forget him, he’s just not worth it. He’s nothing but a petty pretentious prick.”, Minho says, sneering at your ex-boyfriend. Your lips twitch at his insult, knowing exactly why he chose those words. “Who are you calling a pretentious prick?! You’ve always thought you’re better than me, Lee, and I’ve honestly had enough of your acti-”, Jeffrey says, and you whirl around to glare at him. “Jeffrey, if you listen very closely, you can hear neither of us caring about what you have to say. So how about you just shut up.”, you spit out, making your ex huff in disbelief. Minho just laughs before brushing a soft kiss against your cheek, making warmth bloom inside your chest and heating your entire body. You give Minho a full smile which he immediately returns, lifting his hand to push some stray strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear. “Let’s go get you some dry clothes.”, he then says, “I have some shirts that should fit you just fine.” And with one last glare towards your ex, Minho drags you out of the living room and away from the crowd. 

The loud music and many voices are muted upstairs, and it feels like you’ve just entered a different world. Minho doesn’t say anything while you walk up the stairs and towards his room, which he has locked to keep unwanted guests out. It’s dark inside, and he fumbles for a few seconds, searching for the light switch. You blink against the harsh fluorescent lights when he finally finds it, eyes watering. “You need new light bulbs, these are definitely a crime against humanity.”, you complain, shielding your face with one hand. Minho just rolls his eyes at you. “They’re the only thing lighting up my world these days, so don’t judge.”, he replies, humor coating his words. “What about me? Am I not the new flame and light in your world?”, you tease him, and he snorts. “You’re maybe like a teeny tiny firefly. At most.”, he replies, and you begin to pout, giving him your best puppy eyes. He just raises an eyebrow at you. “Want a new shirt or not?” You sigh and nod, beginning to peel the wet fabric from your body. Before you can pull your shirt over your head though, Minho yells and turns around, shaking his head. “What-… What are you doing?!” 

Now it’s your time to snort. “Afraid my semi nude body will offend your virgin eyes?”, you ask in a mocking voice, and he huffs. “Virgin eyes?! Speak for yourself. But still, you- you can’t just strip in front of me! At least not without the right music.” “Want me to go get Han? I’m sure he has something fitting on his playlist.”, you suggest, leaning against Minho’s closed door and trying very hard not to laugh while looking at his - to be fair, very nice - backside. He lets out a strangled laugh. “Thank you, now I won’t ever get the image of you stripping to Rasputin out of my head.” “Mhm, I think Mambo No. 5 is more my kind of song. I like its rhythm.”, you muse, and step towards him, turning him around. He has both eyes closed, mouth tightened into a thin line. “I’m wearing an undershirt, you idiot.”, you say lovingly, ruffling his dark hair. It feels incredibly silky and soft, and you think that maybe, just maybe your fingers have finally found their raison d’être - touching Minho’s hair forever. “Ah.” With that, he opens his eyes again, gazing down at you. His eyes are soft, and tiny flecks of gold dance around his pupils. “Your eyes look almost a bit golden right now.”, you say before you can stop yourself, and Minho lifts one eyebrow. “That’s the fluorescents.”, he answers in a wry tone, and you blink at him, actually speechless for once. “Did- did you just quote Twilight?”, you ask in an incredulous voice, and his very kissable lips curve into a tiny smile. “Maybe.” 

And that’s when you finally press your lips against his. He isn‘t even startled, so maybe he’s been expecting, maybe even wanting, something like this to happen all evening. He meets your passion with the same ferocity, burying both hands in your hair and pulling you close, so close there’s barely any space left between your bodies. He bites down on your lower lip, making you gasp, and he quickly uses the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. He still tastes of the horrible Hanacceptable Twist Marie challenged him to drink earlier, but you find you don’t even mind. You just want him as close as possible, tugging on his shirt, your hands somehow finding their way under its fabric, brushing over his flat stomach and making his abdominals clench. He groans, hands sliding over your back to grab your ass to push you against him. You only break apart when your heads begin to spin from the lack of oxygen. Minho stares at you, eyes darting from your swollen lips, to your flushed cheeks and back to your eyes again. 

“I-”, he begins, but you interrupt him immediately, “Please don‘t tell me you’re drunk from that one Hanacceptable Twist Marie made you, and that it’s only the alcohol making you do this, so I shouldn’t hold you responsible for your actions.” Minho’s face splits into a huge smile, melting away all the darkness and edges and hard lines you’ve learned to appreciate and love these past few weeks - or maybe years, even. “Marie might have tried her best, but it takes a lot more to knock me off my feet.”, he answers, voice incredibly soft all of the sudden. You tilt your head to one side, giving him a cheeky grin. “Like me, for example.” He raises both eyebrows, and shrugs. “I shall neither confirm nor deny.”, he murmurs, lips already awfully close to yours, “But now it’s my turn to ask - please tell me this is not just you still using me as a fake boyfriend to seek some spicy justice.” You brush a soft kiss against his lips, and nuzzle his nose. “It’s not. It‘s definitely not.” Minho smiles again, honest and bright, relief etched into his face, and exhales. “Good. Now, how about we get out of here?”, he asks, and takes a step back. You draw both eyebrows together, suppressing a whine at the sudden lack of contact. “And go back to the party?”, you ask, a bit disappointed that he doesn’t want to spend time with just you right now. But Minho shakes his head vigorously. “Oh no, absolutely not. But I want to show you something.” 

You raise both eyebrows, and shrug. “Sure. I need something to wear though.”, you say, and almost immediately, a soft piece of fabric hits you square in the face. “Thanks.”, you grumble, and slip the hoodie Minho has just thrown at you over your head. He just grins, and pulls the hood over your head, carefully tucking in your hair. After he’s done, you give a little twirl, stopping only to look at him expectantly. “And?” He purses his lips. “Almost perfect.” And with that, he tugs on the strings of the hood, leaving only the tiniest of holes for your cheeks and lips. He bursts out laughing while you scramble to loosen the hood again, giving him a playful glare. “Prick.”, you mumble, and free your head from the hood before opening the door, “Let’s go.” 

Minho orders an Uber to take you to the outer city districts, and even then you still have to hike up a hill, which means you’re pretty much out of breath by the time you’ve finally made it to the top. You huff and double over, ready to just pass out any minute now. You should really take Seungmin up on his offer to join him for gym sessions in the future. Minho smirks while looking at you, crossing both arms over his chest. You’re really glad he offered to carry the backpack with the blankets, drinks and snacks earlier, there‘s no way you would have made it up here with that thing on your back. “You’re good?”, Minho asks, voice smug, and you gather all your non-existent strength to punch him in the stomach (very lovingly, of course), a loud “Oof” being your reward. “I’m perfectly fine, thanks.”, you say in-between two deep breaths, “But where exactly are you taking me?” It’s still almost entirely dark outside, only a small stripe of light beginning to creep onto the horizon - morning’s not that far anymore. “Stop being so impatient and just follow me.”, Minho says, and intertwines his fingers with yours, dragging you through a small park atop the hill. “Oh wow, this is a really nice place for murder.”, you muse out loud while throwing suspicious glances at the darkness and barren trees surrounding you. Minho just snorts. “You should really stop listening to crime podcasts all the time, it’s beginning to make you paranoid.”, he says, and you huff, mumbling something about just wanting to stay informed on the life of criminals, knowledge is power after all.

Finally, you seem to have reached your desired destination - before you lies the brightly illuminated city, its lights twinkling lazily against the many hues painting the early morning sky in different shades of soft blue. “Oh.”, you just make, awe and wonder filling your eyes. Minho smiles and tugs you close, wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah, ‘oh’. Worth the climb, isn’t it?”, he asks, voice teasing yet soft, and you nod, still completely in awe. “Absolutely. How did you even find this place?”, you ask while helping him take out the blankets, drinks and snacks from his backpack, and happily snuggling close to his chest after he’s taken a seat and patted the spot between his legs, a silent invite. “By accident, actually. I was just wandering around aimlessly until I found this place - I come here quite often, actually. To think, or to just get away when life becomes a little too much sometimes. Looking at the city lights and the sunset or sunrise often helps me put things into perspective.” You smile at his words, and snuggle even closer to him. He really is a softie under all that salt and teasing, you think to yourself, and sigh in content, happy that he trusts you enough to let you see this usually hidden side of him. “This is way better than the frat party.”, you mumble, but then, realization hits you, “Oh no, we forgot to wish Chan a happy birthday!” Minho groans. “Fuck, I totally forgot about that!” You stay silent for a few seconds, before he shrugs. “Well, whatever. We can always wish him a belated happy birthday when we get home.” You nod in agreement. “That’s true.” Just then, the first shades of purple begin to thread through the blues of the morning sky, making you gasp. Minho pulls you even closer to his chest, and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

You stay like this until the sun has fully risen, basking you in pale rays of sunshine and warming your stiff bodies. Afterwards, you and Minho decide to get some breakfast at a local café, warming your hands on mugs of hot coffee and tea, and indulging yourselves in maybe one too many pains au chocolat. Later, you decide to walk all the way back to the frat house, hands intertwined, bodies exhausted and minds sleepy - knowing that tonight has just been the beginning of something new and wonderfully exciting.

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[noaltbruh]

Bucci gang x shy reader headcanons!

GIORNO:

-while getting along with him was kind of hard at first, it didn't take long before you both realized how much you had in common

-he isn't exactly shy, more like introverted, but he perfectly understands your preference for places with few people and feels the same way

-he'll look for every place in the city that isn't well known or simply very quiet, cafes and parks are a must for you two

-you love to listen to him talking about his dream, for some reason it makes you feel more confident about yourself too

-he may try to get you out of your comfort zone once in a while, but he won't really do much

-if one day you simply don't feel like hanging out, he'll respect that and give you some space

-if someone ever tries to say anything offensive about you, especially if it's something you're insecure about, you already know Giorno is going to summon Gold Experience and punch the dude in the face at least five times

-God bless us if your eyes start getting wet

-sometimes you just lay next to each other without saying anything. You don't need words to understand what the boy is feeling, and it's the same for you

BUCCIARATI:

-Bucciarati's presence immediately made you feel at ease, you had no problem opening up to him about your insecurities, because you knew that he wasn't going to judge you for it

-He'll try harder than Giorno to get you out of your shell, but he knows your limits and will never put you in a situation you don't want to be in

-if you're part of the gang, he'll always make sure to keep you close to him, but if it's not really possible, he'll pair you with the second member of the gang you feel most comfortable with

-he often brings you along when he goes fishing, you mostly just look at him and don't actually participate but you don't mind

-you both love long walks! You could literally walk for hours without taking a break and you wouldn't get bored

-just...stay away from Abbacchio, let's just say he doesn't like you a lot

-he'll put his own life on the line in order to protect you, but this means that sometimes you'll have to stop him from doing something too reckless

MISTA:

-Mista took a like for you the moment you actually listened to all his weird theories instead of dismissing them like the rest

-sometimes you couldn't even keep up with what he was saying, but you still sat there without batting an eye

-"See? Y/n here likes my ideas, you guys are just too lame to get them!"

-if there's something you're passionate about, Mista wants to know every detail about it, he just wants to hear your voice more!

-he may sometimes tease you a little and call you stuff like "living cinnamon roll", but you think it's funny and like when he does it, even though it gets you kind of flustered

-you always have movie nights together! Mista's favourite genres are comedy and action, but he'll watch anything as long as you want to!

-once he convinced you to watch an horror movie, let's just say it...didn't go too well

-he'll often tell you jokes trying to get you to smile. When you laugh out loud you simply make Mista the happiest person on earth

NARANCIA:

-you knew there was chemistry between you and Narancia the first time you saw him

-he's outgoing, constantly cheerful, sees the good side in everything...he's your personal little bundle of sunshine!

-he's basically got enough energy for both of you and will often try to drag you into his pranks, do funny faces...he even taught you the torture dance!

-"Come on Y/n, put more life into it! I know you can do it!"

-he won't miss any chance to rub in Mista face what a cute girlfriend he has got, he's super proud of having you by his side!

-however, Narancia has a really hard time understanding that sometimes, all you need is just some peace and quiet and he'll purposely bring you to loud places hoping to get you to open up more

-despite everything, you know that he only has the best intentions at heart and do your best to keep up with him

-except him to randomly show up at any hour of the day at your home with snacks and videogames, he won't take "no" for an answer

-you basically had an heart attack the first time he opened the front door with a kick and ran in your room with 5 tubes of Pringles in his hands

FUGO:

-Fugo is no better than you when it comes to social interaction, so it took him quite a while before getting used to your presence

-he wanted to talk to you from the beginning, but didn't have the courage to

-it took Narancia and Mista five tries before convincing him to ask you out

-neither of you want to get out of your comfort zone, so you're ok doing your usual things without trying anything new

-favourite activity together? Listening to him playing the piano, of course!

-you actually discovered his interest for piano randomly: one day you happened to pass by while he was playing and he reluctantly told you that you could stay, only if you wanted to of course

-you also really like exchanging books! Fugo often recommends you very complex novels or manuals, but you like them nonetheless; you even read together sometimes!

-of course, you both discuss them after you finish, Fugo loves how passionate you can get whenever you talk about this sort of thing

ABBACCHIO:

-did you think getting along with Fugo was hard? It'll look like a joke after what Abbacchio will make you go through

-honestly, he couldn't stand you at first and would constantly call you "Stuttering mess", "Scaredy cat" or simply "Brat", if he felt good that day

-sometimes the rest of the gang had to tell him to tone it down a little and that he was going over the line

-despite this, you refused to believe this was all that Abbacchio had to offer, if Bruno had wanted him to join the squad it had to be a reason for it

-you continued to be nice to him no matter how he treated you, and with time you noticed that he started to get more and more used to having you around

-"I guess you're...not as annoying as I thought"

-he wants you to learn to stand up for yourself, often testing you with "What if scenarios" to see how you would act in a particular situation

-Even though he will never admit it, he's very protective towards you, even a little too much

-"Uh, the hell are you talking about? The only reason why I don't want you to get away from me is because you'll get yourself killed in less than a second and Bucciarati will blame it on me"

-speaking of Bucciarati, you can't help but feel like he has become more...distant since Abbacchio and you started dating.

-you love to drink tea with him! Don't worry, he won't piss in the teapot...not anymore at least

TRISH:

-Trish fell for you in the moment you met her, she loves your shy persona so much! She think you're the sweetest, cutest person ever!

-she always brings you along whenever she goes shopping and wants to know your opinion on whatever she's considering buying. You mostly just nod in approval, but you really appreciate her caring so much for your opinion.

-"A nod isn't enough, Y/n, I want to know what you think about it!"

-needles to say, she'll fill you with gifts, 99% of them are cute clothes, like fluffy dresses or skirts

-she loves giving you makeovers, it's the perfect balance between her hobbies and your interest for calm activities

-you tried to do something similar for her... it didn't exactly work out as you planned though. But Trish knows that you tried your best and that's all that matters to her

-except Spice girl to lay on you whenever you get distracted, her presence makes you feel at ease now, even though you got quite scared when she suddenly appeared behind you the first time

-Trish doesn't even try to call her back and just let her smutter you with love: she thinks you're even cuter when you blush!

#anime #manga #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo part 5 #giorno x reader #bucci gang #bucciarati x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #fugo x reader #abbacchio x reader #trish x reader #team bucciarati

[simpleserendipity]

letdown | Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader (established relationship) Warning: angst, drug use, effects of drug use Word count: 1,470 words

This was inspired by the song letdown by nothing,nowhere.

You knew that you had to do something about this. You never ate, you never slept, you couldn’t work, you were only worried about your next fix. You knew it hurt your friends, you could tell by the way they went running. You knew it hurt your family, evidence from the multiple interventions and eventually being cut off. You had one person in this world though, your boyfriend, Michael. He knew about your problem, he was always trying to help you, pushing you to fight to recover. He’s tried every method, cutting you off money-wise, sending you to multiple rehab centers and so many therapy sessions, literally nothing was helping. You loved that about him but something about the sweet feeling of shooting up would always draw you back.

You came sneaking into the house after another late night, shooting up in some random public bathroom since that was the only place you knew Michael couldn’t get to you. You walked past his dark office, a sign that he had long abandoned the office. You crept into the bedroom expecting to see your boyfriend asleep or scrolling on his phone or watching TV. Instead, you’ve met but a completely made bed with a note on Michael’s pillow. You come over and sit down beside the note picking it up to read it.

Dear ______,

I remember the day we met. I never thought I would meet the love of my life in a gas station. I was at the counter paying for some snacks, it was literally 3 in the morning. You were coming out of the bathroom, I figured you were on a road trip but now that I look back, you were probably just shooting up. You went to leave the store but instead, you walked into a display knocking over about 50 cans of pringles. I remember laughing thinking you were just clumsy but now I know you were high out of your mind. I remember talking to you and helping you pick them up. Then I made some stupid joke about pringles and you laughed so hard I thought you were going to pass out. I bought each of a can of pringles and we talked together. You asked if I wanted to go for a walk in the park together. I asked if you were sure because it’s 3 in the morning. You were giggling and said it was on your way. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have left my car at the gas station but a pretty girl like you was giggling asking me to come with her to the park, I couldn’t go home. I also knew that if I wasn’t there with you, you would find someone else and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being by yourself. So I followed you and we spent hours wandering the park like we were lost kids, laughing. I swear to god there hasn’t been a better day I’ve ever had. I wish I could go back to that day often to feel something like that again.

I hate that I’m even writing you a letter like this. I think that there are a million words for me to say what I want to say and they might come off better if I said it in person. I can’t look you in the eyes and say this but ______ I love you and I can’t take this anymore. I can’t look at the light fading in your eyes anymore, I can’t watch you skip meals, shaking from withdrawals, or getting sick. I can’t watch you wither away in front of me. I hate watching you lie in bed unable to move, going in and out while I check every minute if you’re even breathing. It’s even worse watching you scratching until you’re raw or bleeding or pacing the room until you pass out on the floor. I can’t stand watching you, my once driven and ambitious girlfriend loses her job and not be able to work for more than a week before getting fired. You aren’t even the girl that I met 2 years ago, the girl I fell in love with. You’re the empty shell of the person you used to be, more concerned about being a drug. 

I want to be sorry for leaving you on your birthday but I doubt you even remember that’s today. It may be your birthday but it’s not only you impacted anymore. I can’t remember a time where I haven’t had to tell you what day it is or remind you of someone’s birthday. I doubt you even remember the promises you’ve made me, promises to get clean, or even the plans we made. I can’t watch you disappear before my eyes when we had planned so many things together. With the way you are right now, I doubt you’ll ever make it to see anything we planned. We’ll never get married, we’ll never buy our house, we’ll never travel the world and we’ll never get to raise our kids. I used to think it was partly my fault, wondering what I could have done to make things better and how I could have helped you but I realized it isn’t my fault. You have a problem and if you don’t admit it, you’ll never get better. At this rate, you’re never going to get better because no matter how many people try to help you, you never help yourself. I love you so much but I can’t be the only one fighting for us, for you. You were supposed to be the love of my life and I was supposed to be yours but you always chose heroin over us. I never thought I would be losing the one I love like this, I always thought we would spend years together before losing one another. I didn’t think that I would lose you this soon.

Maybe one day in another life, a better life, you and I are happy but I don’t think this life is the one for us.

Love always,

Michael.

You had to wipe your tears from the page because the ink was starting to blur. Michael had done it, he had left you. After years of trying, Michael had reached the end of his rope. You couldn’t blame him though because you had given up on yourself a long time ago. You were just left shocked because the one person you thought you would always have, has left you. You set the page on the nightstand. Your heart was weakly beating but was still echoing in your head. You move slowly, your head spinning from the thought of never seeing Michael again and coming down from your high. Your mouth was dry, painfully dry. You wipe your tears and head to the bathroom. You flip the light on and it flickers for a moment. You look at yourself, moving to grip the sink edge to make sure that you don’t fall over. You were shaking slightly as you looked up at yourself. The bags under your eyes were dark and your eye sockets were sunk in. Your whole body was shaking and your skin was getting paler. Michael was right you don’t look like yourself and now you don’t feel like yourself.

You sigh, hands shakily coming up to turn the faucet on. You splashed your face a bit, the water stinging as the cold water drips down your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, this time you focused on your arms, scarred up and covered with little scabs and bruises. You make eye contact with yourself again. You pull back, flip off the light and turn to go back to the room. You’re tired and feeling yourself fading. You flop onto your back on the bed, you pull your phone from your pocket. You shoot a text to your dealer, its only been hours but you were desperate again. He says he’ll send someone over and you sigh. You click through the phone, hovering over Michael’s contact. You debate nervously whether or not to click it but you cave. Maybe just once you can hear his voice one more time.

“Michael please…” You whisper, feeling sleep washing over you. You set the phone beside you on speaker, hearing it ring as you fade in and out. It rings all the way through and right to voicemail, “I’m sorry Michael.” Is the last thing you say before you lose consciousness. You aren’t sure if you’re going to wake up after this one but it doesn’t matter, you’ve lost everything this time and if you woke up again, you would only chase more drugs. Michael was right about everything he said, you love him but you love the drugs more.

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[hazelandglasz]

The Very Bad Week, Part 2

By popular demand, I’m continuing this self pleasing little nugget

As far as Blaine is concerned, this week has been a week.

Nothing remarkable about it, a succession of routines that have lead him to this Friday twilight.

He has nothing special planned for the week-end, except maybe go dog-watching at the park if the weather allows.

Blaine is not ecstatic, but he’s not miserable either and that’s a win, in his and in Ms. Ylea’s books.

To celebrate his, um, unmiserableness, Blaine went to the store and decided to let the Fates decide what kind of snacks he would get to watch his National Geographic show – slash – guilty pleasure.

Oh, Sweet and Spicy Pringles? Sounds like something that would remind him of his aunt’s Lutong Bisaya (from far, far away anyway).

“Noooooooooooooo!”

O-kay then, not a good omen.

Blaine slowly turns to face the person who really just screamed like a banshee and.

Well.

Blaine’s savior complex kicks in at the sight of the anguish on the man’s face, but it’s a little bit eclipsed as the “oh my god wow” settles in.

Because underneath the anguish and the end of the day unsettlement, the man who is now approaching Blaine like *he* is the skittish wild animal is frankly gorgeous.

Not now, brain. Very bad timing.

“Excuse me,” the man starts, getting close enough that Blaine can see the color of his eyes.

What do you know, it matches the lapel of his jacket, impressive.

Blaine likey.

“I’m sorry for my admittedly weird behavior,” the man continues, words tripping over his tongue. Blaine can only smile at him, hopefully putting him at ease, “but I had a very bad week, and it’s my favorite snack, and–”

“It’s okay,” Blaine cuts in, his mind made. It’s not a very hard decision to make after all: he just wanted to try the snack; on the other hand, this man looks to be on the verge of a meltdown, and that would be a disgrace. “I’ve been there.” Oh boy has Blaine ever. Just last week he nearly sobbed of relief after finding half a frozen bitten pint of salted caramel pretzel ice cream from Auntie Maud’s kitchen. “Take it.”

“R-really?”

Yep, that’s hope and despair all rolled into one beautiful package of a man, one that Blaine would love to take home and protect forever.

But that would be insane.

Wouldn’t it?

As he hands over the can of Pringles, Blaine’s fingers brush against the stranger’s. Blaine has never been one for believing in reincarnations and soulmates, as hopelessly romantic as he may be, but the tingles that travel through his fingers to his neck are undeniable.

It’s like …

Like his body is remembering the man’s touch from a past life.

The man still looks unsure about it, even as he takes his beloved Pringles. Blaine has to, he has to soothe his fears.

“I just wanted to try it, but it can wait,” Blaine explains, barely stopping him in time before he reaches out to pat the man’s shoulder. “You need them.” Obviously.

Seriously, the man looks he’s on the verge of tears.

That’s it, Blaine has to do something. “Hey.”

The man looks back at Blaine, and there is a wet shine in those blue eyes that only precede tears. “Hm?”

“Are you–“ Blaine shakes his head, trying to rephrase. “Clearly you’re not okay, but are you, you know, okay?”

The man takes a deep breath before a river of words come out. “I’ve been having a hard time, I miss my dad, Ohio is too far, my friends are all busy and I don’t want to be a burden …”

Hold on. Blaine needs to stop that logorrhea before it devolves into a panic attack, and he just heard the right angle. “You’re from Ohio?”

That stops the man in his tracks. “Lima.”

Blaine can’t help but beam at the Pringles Aficionado. “Westerville.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

They exchange a smile, wrapped in a bubble of space and time that Blaine never wants to leave. “My name is Blaine.”

Blaine has been raised right, he offers his hand to shake in greetings with his …. His what? His soulmate? His new best friend, sorry Wes?

Never mind.

Pringles Addict looks down at Blaine’s hand like no one has ever offered to shake his hand before taking it. “Oh. K-Kurt.”

Kurt. That suits him.

Even though Blaine knows close to nothing about the man, he just knows that Kurt, strtaight to the point, elegant, giving slightly European vibes, yes, Kurt is a name that suits the man shyly smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” Blaine says warmly. “I hope that the Pringles will do the trick,” he adds for good measure. Now would be the good time to leave and let Kurt treat himself to the Pringles to soothe away the ache of this week. Blaine can’t resist, though, and he winks at Kurt before walking away.

Hold on. He was supposed to get a snack, wasn’t he?

Oh, flavored popcorns, now there’s an idea.

Oh! Sour Cream N Chives popcorn? Now that’s definitely out of the box.

Sour Cream N Chives Popcorn it is then.

“Blaine!”

Blaine practically spins on the spot to face Kurt once more.

The dizziness he experiences may not entirely be blamed on his antics.

“Really,” Kurt says, taking a step closer to Blaine and wow, those pale freckles look adorab—

What is wrong with him.

Oops, can of worms.

But Blaine’s thoughts are not heard by Kurt, and the other man continued. “You have been kinder than I could expect any stranger to be, that—that means a lot.”

“I’m glad I could show you some kindness today,” Blaine says, while his brain runs like a hamster in its wheel, specifically about showing Kurt kindness every hour of every day, given the chance.

“Do you—,” Kurt starts, before biting his lips and looking away.

Dammit, that shouldn’t be as cute as it is.

“Yes?”

Kurt looks back at him. “Doyouwanttohangoutsometimes, oh God, thatwasawkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t quite catch your words, except for the sorry at the end.”

Kurt sighs, closing his eyes. Blaine waits patiently for him to get his bearings (and adds a bag of marshmallows to his purchase, because while he does want to add an element of surprise in his routine, marshmallows are comfortable and comforting).

“I asked if you, um,” Kurt starts, more slowly this time, “if maybe you would like to hang out. With me. Sometimes. We could—eurgh,” Kurt cuts himself off, racking his hand in his hair. “You seem like an interesting, decent man and I had this urge to not let you go just yet.”

“Oh.”

“Sounds crazy?”

“Sounds like nothing I’ve heard before,” Blaine admits. Truth be told, it is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to him.

Not taking into consideration David’s drunken admittance that “he wished he was gay for Blaine”, especially since Blaine pinky swore never to bring it up again.

Ahem.

“I won’t bother you any longer, you’ve already been more than gentle with me,” Kurt says, turning around.

“Wait!”

Kurt does stop, looking over his shoulder.

Blaine’s heart is trying to escape his ribcage, but that’s fine. “If you’re interested, I know a shortcut to a little park where we could share our snacks and you could tell me more about your very bad week?”

Kurt’s face lights up, and just for that sight, Blaine would …

He would…

Well, he would do whatever it took to bring that look on Kurt’s face.

But Blaine is getting ahead of himself, isn’t he?

(TBC?)

#sometimes i write #klaine #klaine au #the very bad week au #part 2 #fluff #blaine is being a dork for plot reasons

[willow-salix]

Day 2 of Isolation on Tracy Island 2.0 (Fluffember prompt : sky)

Day 2 of Isolation 2.0 on Tracy Island and...well I'll be honest, it's not been too bad yet. Everyone seems a lot more civilised than they were the first time, maybe because it's not as bad globally as it was back in… March was it? What year is this, do I still have my youth or have they sucked it out of me? 

Anyway, yes, they are better behaved than the first time, I guess because the shock's over with and it's been so long in a kind of half limbo that we're pretty used to it now. They spent the night trying to convince me that they had dragged me from my little witch cave for my benefit rather than theirs, they lie. 

Either way, they are slightly less rowdy, according to Jeff, slightly tidier, according to Grandma but still not at all self sufficient, according to John. 

I'd decided that, as I had little choice in the matter, I'd make the best of it. I strolled into the empty lounge, dropped my three bags on the floor, raised my arms and yelled at the top of my voice, "Honey, I'm home!" 

I don't know what I expected, maybe to be greeted enthusiastically, to have various family members run in from all directions, so happy and grateful to see me, I mean, I was pretty open to any display of affection, truth be told. 

But no, not one of them bothered to come and say hello. 

"I might as well go back home," I grumbled to Scott who had finished the post flight checks of One and ambled in after me. "I even brought snacks and I'm being ignored." 

"Snacks?" his hand was in the bag I indicated by kicking it with my toe before I'd even finished speaking. 

"Well, now I know why I was wanted," I sniffed. "Let me guess, food standards have slipped now that you've all eaten through the meals I left in the freezers last time I was here?" 

"That has nothing to do with why we wanted you," he assured me, flopping down on one of the couches with his pilfered bounty bar. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it, humming happily. "You always bring the best chocolate with you."

"Well, I don't like that American stuff you get," I dropped down beside him and stole the other half of the bar. 

"There's nothing wrong with American things," he argued. "Quality products from there."

My eyes slid sideways to look at him. "Dude, are you counting yourself as a quality product?" 

"Maybe," he didn't bother denying it. 

There wasn't much I could say to that really so I shifted the conversation. 

"Where are the other idiots?" 

He shrugged. 

"That's helpful, thanks." I sighed, resting my head back against the sofa. It was weird but this time really did feel so different, almost like it had been inevitable, we were just waiting for it to come.

"I'm not doing all the work this time," I warned him, "like, you guys are gonna have to step up, I refuse to be your maid and run around after you all like I did last time. New lockdown, new rules."

"We don't need a maid," he argued. "Is it so hard to believe that we just want you here so we're all together?" 

I shrugged, still feeling a bit like I'd been both blindsided and guilt tripped into it, not to mention feeling rather damp and itchy from the decontamination chamber Brains has forced me into. I told him that I'd been extra careful, that I'd been following the social distancing, yet he hadn't listened and still insisted that I needed to be blasted. 

"Here's the thing," he poked me to make sure I was listening. "Last time you were here to help us get through it. We were all feeling a bit helpless and frustrated and without you here distracting us and bossing us around, things would have been a lot worse. This time is different, this time it would be you stuck at home, we're still able to go out and do our jobs now, even though we're still getting fewer calls than normal and some countries aren't allowing entry, but because of that, as soon as your lockdown came in you would have been alone for a month."

"I think I could have handled that."

"Do you though, do you really?" 

I glanced at him, not detecting the teasing tone I had been expecting. Could I have handled it? So many people were stuck alone, unable to see their loved ones, their friends and family or to even go to work again. All the little things that make life more bearable and they had been taken away again. I like peace and quiet, but I knew he was right, being locked away, on my own for another month, maybe longer, it wouldn't actually be good for me.

"Admit it, you love us, you'd miss us."

"I admit nothing," but he was right, I would. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess that's what everyone is doing, trying not to think about it all too much but, while the thought of having a month at home, in peace and quiet sounded like a dream, I wouldn't actually want it. 

"You're back!" Alan yelled, cannonballing onto the sofa from parts unknown. 

"I guess so," I conceded, trying not to melt when he squished up beside me and stole the chocolate I'd been eating. 

"Do you mind?" I asked, purely because I felt I had to, not for any real need to tell him off. 

"Nope," he grinned, popping the bounty in his mouth. 

"Wait, that's…coconut," I trailed off as he gagged, looking for somewhere to spit it out. I handed him a tissue from my bag and he gratefully emptied his mouth. 

"This is going to be hell, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular. 

"Probably," Scott agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "But at least we'll all be together."

"Joy," I muttered but I did hug him back. 

"Are you going to keep a diary this time, too?" Alan asked, having recovered a bit. 

"I might," I hedged, not telling him that I'd started yesterday. "But I'm not doing it alone this time, you're all going to help me. Deal?" 

"Deal," he agreed. 

Gradually a few more wandered in, mostly to pick through my luggage like the vulture that they are, knowing that this time I had been wise enough to bring the contents of my fridge and half my cupboards with me. 

Gordon yoinked my pringles, Alan took my milkshake, Virgil helped himself to my chocolate chip cookies. 

"Hi," the normally beloved voice said behind me. 

I didn't turn around. "I blame you for the fact that I'm here again, you know that, right?" 

"Yep," John dropped down beside me on the couch, lifting his arm for me to snuggle under. 

"Cuddles will not make up for this betrayal," I warned him, not that it stopped me from taking advantage of it. Any Tracy in a storm and all that, plus this one might be the best, though I am slightly biased. 

"We appreciate your sacrifice," he told me solemnly. "And to show our appreciation, we organised a little something."

"You did?" Did I sound sceptical? I believe I did. 

"We did!" Alan joined in. "We did some research and found that it's traditional to eat baked potatoes and chilli tonight."

"It is?" I frowned, wracking my brains as to what the heck he was talking about. I was also slightly worried about who had done the cooking. 

"Yes," John got up, dragging me to my feet and propelled me towards the windows. He nodded to Virgil, who messaged Brains, saying something I couldn't hear. 

As one, all the other idiots surrounded us, all looking up, heads tipped back expectantly, like baby birds awaiting food. 

"What are we doing?" I asked, completely confused. 

"It's November 5th," Scott answered. "Remember, remember the 5th of November." 

Oooooh. I didn't have time to answer as the first rocket shot up into the air, exploding in a burst of colour and sound, lighting up the dark night sky... 

#thunderbirds in isolation #thunderbirds are go #isolation island #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds #witch #thunderbirds fanfiction

[wincore]

main actor | wong yukhei

pairing: yukhei x reader

words: 3.6k

genre: best friends to lovers!au, college!au, reader and yukhei are pretty much cat and dog, fluff

warnings: yukhei’s wildin, language

a/n: warmup-ish fic? guess i just wanted to see how many cheesy fanfiction tropes i can fit in. vaguely inspired by this

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There are times when merely existing feels too wearisome, and there are times when you can’t be happier to be alive.

Wong Yukhei makes you feel both of these emotions simultaneously.

If someone were to ask what Yukhei’s really like (and you’ve been asked that a lot by curious crowds who’ve only ever seen him smile from afar and deduced he can’t be that nice) you’d say he’s an idiot. He’s not stupid, but he’s an idiot. Yukhei is a bunch of contradictions, but he’s your best friend and you’ll reluctantly admit, probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. (Under no circumstances would you be caught dead saying that to him, even though you’re sure he’d just respond with a bone-crushing hug, grinning from ear to ear.) Obviously, you’ve got a lot of mixed emotions involved here.

The first time you met Yukhei, you were four. He had skipped over to you from another corner of the room, with wide eyes and a soft toy puppy in hand.

“You’re pretty. Do you want to go on a date?” he asked with a wide smile.

“No,” you responded, your attention still on your toy train. You glanced at him once and that was it.

“Okay,” he said, still grinning. Rejection wasn’t that big of a deal to four-year-old Yukhei.

Instead of leaving, he sat down beside you and watched you play. Eventually, you started talking to him about your fantasy land of trains and he, about his imaginary life as a firefighter. And after a few days, you and Yukhei were inseparable.

It’s quite the story for him to tell people, even if you never understood why he likes talking about it so much. It wasn’t very dramatic, or memorable like all the first meetings in books. But it’s always been a unique ability of Yukhei’s to make things sound a little more interesting as he animatedly told everyone at school how you were a cold, dark victim trapped in your lonely bubble and how he, your shining hero, warmed you up. You just make a face every time he forcibly brings you into the conversation.

Unlike elementary school Yukhei, middle school Yukhei was a little meaner, rougher at the edges. He never had any harmful intentions (you wondered if he had any intentions at all) but you always seemed to land the shorter end of the stick when it came to his shenanigans. A rapidly growing boy, he had difficulty getting his limbs in order and more often than not, he’d underestimate his own strength. Whether it was shoving you too hard or the one time he accidentally broke your toy train, those years had quite the horrors you’ve faced in life.

You’re lucky to have survived near him during his awkward teenage phase, full of hormones and messy feelings and Axe body spray. Yukhei’s never been good at telling people no and combined with adolescent curiosity, he’s been in quite a few choppy relationships.

But in the end, Yukhei still has the colour of a comic book hero. He’s always been the main actor of every play, whereas you doubt you’d get the role of villager C. Star athlete and the pride of your school, he’s never wasted an opportunity to enjoy the attention. You, on the other hand, prefer a little alone time. You’re different, immensely different, but you admire him for all that he is. He’s strong in a way you can’t quite describe, only appreciate in subtle ways. You’ve seen Yukhei grow from a boy who refused to admit he wasn’t happy, that he’s not always the smiling hero, to a man who learned to respect all emotions. He still hates to cry, sure, but he doesn’t do it in shadows anymore, pretending to be strong.

dumbass, 01:06 AM

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you, 01:07 AM

wtf yukhei

you, 01:07 AM

why are you awake

dumbass, 01:07 AM

i cant stop :(

dumbass, 01:08 AM

i think im addicted

you, 1:08 AM

to puppy pictures??????

you, 1:08 AM

you know what im not even gonna ask

you, 1:08 AM

go the fuck to sleep you big baby

dumbass, 01:10 AM

but look :(

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you, 01:11 AM

tf im not looking at all of that

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:(((

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:( but :( puppies :(

you, 01:12 AM

good night dork

Yukhei’s a whirlwind of life, bringing energy wherever he goes. That’s the first thing anyone notices about him. The way his face stands out in almost any crowd, and not because he’s built like a giant teddy bear. The way he can find friends in almost anyone, and all he has to do is flash that grin.

Growing up, everyone could tell he’s a little off-beat, but it only made people want to be near him. The more he stood out, the more he fit in. It’s no wonder you see hordes of people around him, smiling back at his own friendly, dorky gestures.

“You get a walk-in closet and I don’t even get a washing machine?!” Yukhei complains, plopping down on your bed.

You’re certainly lucky to get the biggest dorm room, even if the closet occupies half of it. Now, if your roommate wasn’t such a dick, the beginning of your college life would be perfect.

“Wha- how are those two related?” you ask, leaning back on the wall as you sit beside him.

“I have to go all the way downstairs to wash my clothes,” he replies, “Henceforth, I am upset.”

“When did you learn such big words, Yukhei?” you tease.

“I’m not stupid,” he defends, “Surprising, I know. Considering I got my hand stuck in a Pringles can last week. Again.”

You laugh as he shoots you a grin and sits up, tugging up his red jacket on his shoulder.

“At least you like your roommate,” you grumble, before lowering your voice. “I don’t know which supernatural being up there I crossed to get mine.”

Yukhei laughs. “It can’t be that bad!”

You roll your eyes and smack the back of your head against the wall. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Yukhei gets along with just about anyone.

“So, we’re starting college, huh?” he shifts to sit beside you.

“We really are,” you breathe.

And so when college began, you couldn’t even feel homesick because Yukhei brought home with him.

College somehow manages to amplify Yukhei’s tendencies to fuck shit up. Bad decisions and good intentions—whether it’s getting drunk at parties, or getting a secret tattoo, or going for midnight drives in the brightest part of the city, he certainly is living his life to the fullest. And he gets new friends to do that with—boys with similar interests and trouble in their presence (except Mark, he’s the sweetest and is only dragged to places like you are). Kunhang is a babbling mess when it comes to drinking, Dejun has strange food choices and Jungwoo isn’t as naïve as he looks (but that’s on you, you could never blame Jungwoo for anything). Mark might just be the sanest, and even he has his quirks. You’re glad, though, for Yukhei to have found them and for them to have found Yukhei.  

Despite all changes in Yukhei’s expenditure of time, he still finds a way to sneak into your spare moments.

“Tell me that story you were talking about,” he says, falling backwards onto your bed.

“Now?” you ask, still groggy after waking up from your unforeseen nap. Finals are not treating you well.

“Yeah,” he says, “You look like you could do with a break.”  

Of course, there are times when you hate Yukhei. Times when he’s reckless, pulls you into messes you know you can’t sort, times when you just feel so fucking annoyed by your best friend.

“You did what?!” you yell.

“It’s not that bad!” Yukhei explains, waving his arms around wildly.

“I am not going on a date with a stranger!” you yell, your voice coarser than usual as you search for something to fling at him.

“It could be fun!” he replies, ducking to avoid the slipper you threw at him. “You could be meeting the love of your life—all thanks to me!”

You throw the other slipper at him, and he narrowly dodges it. “No way is that happening.”

It’s not like it took you that long to realize your feelings, after the beginning of college. It happened slowly at first, barely a meandering stream of water, till the waves suddenly came crashing and you were drowning in your epiphany. Suddenly, you can’t not think of Yukhei’s large hand over yours or his bashful smile directed at you or even the way his lips look plump and kissable in the morning, despite the rest of his face all puffed up. There’s often stardust on his cheeks, you notice.

Suddenly, you know why Yukhei has always been the main actor in your life.

But you can’t be as open about it. If it’s not the idea of your longest and closest friendship falling apart that blows up your fears, it’s the image of Yukhei’s smile falling as he tries to tell his best friend no, and having to pretend everything’s okay. If the void in your stomach is good for anything, it knows when to tell you the jump is too difficult to take.

If anything, you don’t even know what you mean to Yukhei, but that’s coming from the negativity you hoarded. You have your fears and your questions. If you cross his mind as often as he crosses yours. If you take even a square inch of his heart, if he’ll ever see you that way. You’re not sure what it’d feel like to be the most important person to someone. If you go as far as to call this love, why are you so reluctant?

“And?” you egg him on, crossing your arms.

Yukhei going to frat parties was a horrible decision, really.

“I got drunk and started doing body rolls in front of everyone?” Yukhei shifts uncomfortably on your bed. He’s probably spent at least half of his days here in your dorm room, only leaving when your roommate started complaining about how loud he is. To be fair, he does sound like baby Godzilla at times, worse when more of your friends are over.

“Yukhei, you’d do that sober,” you grimace.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he says, pretending to think.

“Are you going to tell me what got you so uncomfortable?” you ask.

“I mean…it’s not that bad,” he begins, eyes glued to a corner of the floor to avoid your gaze.

“You made out with someone, didn’t you?” you sigh. It hurts a little.

Yukhei scratches the back of his head as he breaks into nervous laughter. “Yeah, and now she kinda thinks we’re a thing, and I don’t know what to tell her.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You wish you could yell at him, let him know in any way how awful you feel.

“Yukhei, you have to stop leading them on! Every party you kiss someone new. Any more, and you’ll get a bad reputation!”

“I know!” he responds quickly. “But I was so drunk last night I couldn’t remember my name.”

“But you remembered to dial my number?”

“Well…yeah.”

Yukhei fidgets with the hem of his sweatshirt. “I’d call Mark, but he was at his part-time.”

You groan, sinking onto the floor. “I feel like a parent with a stupid son.”

“Hey! Now that’s exactly what my mom would say,” he chuckles, scooting to sit beside you.

There’s a heavy silence between the two of you for a few moments. You gulp down any reproachful words you might have left and stare at your fingers instead. You can’t tell him how upset you really are, can you? You’d have to explain the why then.

“Are you…are you just scared my reputation will be ruined?”

You turn to look at him, but he’s staring straight ahead. “Huh?”

“I mean, is that…what’s making you upset? Just that?”

“Yeah,” you answer, and mentally curse your voice for cracking like that. “I don’t want people thinking you’re some sort of an asshole.”

“Me neither,” he says, looking back at you with wider eyes than usual. “I mean- yeah, that’s- obviously.”

You shake your head at him, but you wonder how long it’ll be till you break. You’ve never kept something so serious from him before. It’s human nature to want more than you already have; Yukhei loves chasing after things he can’t have, but you’re not him. You’ve never been him.

Only a few days later, you see your roommate fuming as she leads a rather flushed Yukhei into your room.

“Next time he comes here, I’m calling the RA,” she threatens with a glare before walking away.

You roll your eyes at her back before grabbing Yukhei by the waist lest he falls and smacks his head against your furniture. Your action, however, proves to be miscalculated (you always forget how heavy he is) as the two of you stumble to the floor, barely avoiding the edge of the bed. You stand up again; Yukhei seems to be half asleep with the way he’s struggling to move around.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t drink,” you grumble.

“I said I wouldn’t go to parties,” he struggles to form the syllables. “I went to a really cool bar…it had funky lights and stuff. And I was dancing…and it was so much fun! Except I underestimated how strong that drink was.”

You sigh heavily. “That’s all you talk about. Fun, fun, fun!”

Yukhei grins as he rises to his full height and wraps his arms around your waist. You’d chide him for the reek of alcohol from him if he didn’t look so vulnerable, dormant like this. His eyes are half-lidded with sleep and when he rests his forehead against yours, you swear your heart has skipped several beats in a row. It’s not fair how peaceful he looks with his eyes closed when he’s sent you into internal turmoil. The warmth of his body seeps through the thick hoodie, and you almost find yourself unable to move.

You swallow the feeling rising in your throat and pull apart.

“Come on, Yukhei,” you tug at his hands to remove them from your waist. “Let’s get to bed.”

“We’re going to bed!” he rejoices gleefully. You’re glad he’s complying at least.

Now if he would just let go, you could prepare a blanket to sleep on the floor.

Yukhei doesn’t remove his arms from around your waist, though. Instead, he pulls you into bed with him, and under the covers. This is nice, the stupid voice in your head pipes up again.

“We’re friends,” he mumbles, “friends do this all the time.”

Not when one of them has more than friendly feelings, you think bitterly. Struggling is futile against Yukhei’s iron grip, and you let yourself feel what you were trying so hard not to. When you look at him under the dim lights coming from your window, he’s already out for the count. You brush the hair away from his face and slowly drift off. It feels safe like this.

Of course, you pretend your heart didn’t jump at the sight of his face too close to yours. You’ve shared a bed when you were kids before Yukhei grew too large to fit the two of you and developed a tendency to drool. He has broader shoulders now, longer legs and he engulfs you when he wraps himself around you. In the morning, your body aches after being wound up so tightly on a small bed but you ignore it best as you can. You ignore the rising warmth in your face too when Yukhei departs with a secure hug and his wide grin.

You wonder what it’d be like to be Yukhei—ruin it all and hope it works out. You wonder what it’d be like to see his idiot grin every night, after a kiss against your lips. You scoff at yourself, face a brilliant red, whenever these thoughts walk in unannounced. It’s getting harder to pretend you don’t stop breathing every time he wraps an arm around you or lays his head on your stomach.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, “you can’t get a job at the diner because you’re too tall to fit into the mascot uniform?”

“Yeah,” Yukhei replies, clearly despondent. Usually, he’d be beaming about his height. You can’t figure out why the job means so much to him, but you get your answer soon enough just to greet it with a click of your tongue.

“The free pancakes,” he wails, “They give free pancakes and fries to their workers. I can’t believe I’m missing out on that.”

Yukhei suddenly sits up straight with wide eyes. “You can fit into the suit though!”

You smack your palm against your forehead while he laughs at his genius.

“You practically live in the gym and talk my ear off about being healthy,” you huff, “And now you just want to hog junk food?”

“I’m just good at being healthy,” he grins. “So I can eat unhealthily. You could do with some work, though.”

You raise your leg to kick him in the side but he catches your foot, laughing loudly at your resentful expression.

You’re about to throw the pillow at him when a click comes from the main door unlocking. The two of you freeze and look at each other. You know for sure this will be the last straw if your roommate finds Yukhei again, and you’ll be reported for good. Yukhei and you jump up in a panic and look around for any way to evade impending doom. The few seconds have you frantically searching for an explanation in case she does find him, and you swear at yourself for forgetting about her warnings. (In your defence, most of the things she says are meaningless and you have no reason to remember them.)

Yukhei points to the giant walk-in closet and sneaks towards it, careful not to make a noise. You tiptoe in before your roommate can enter the shared room, and hide behind a rack just in case she decides to come in. Yukhei isn’t small enough to be entirely covered, so you just pray your roommate has no intention of fetching a pair of shorts.  

You hold your breath at the shuffling outside the door and move backwards carefully, only for your back to press against Yukhei’s torso. He stiffens at the touch but continues the needed silence. You end up squeezed in one corner of the closet, little ways from the mirror.

You sigh in relief once you hear the click of the door again. She must’ve come in to get notebooks for her next class, you guess. You turn to Yukhei but your breath hitches when you see him like that in the half-lit closet, his figure leaning towards you. It’s not very comfortable to have your body close against him, half twisted.

Yukhei’s gaze sends your heart into a pitfall. He takes a step towards you just as you take a step back and you end up pressed against the wall with Yukhei’s arms on either side of you.

“You’re still so pretty,” he says, his voice low.

A pause ensues before he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

The touch of his lips against yours has you seeing colours you never knew existed. One of his hands still rests against the wall while the other is placed gently around your waist. You can’t quite remember the details except Yukhei’s lips are as soft as silk and you resent the separation when he pulls apart.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” Yukhei looks down as he speaks, his cheeks tinted a darker shade of pink, “for a really long time.”

“You’re so stupid,” you huff, “Or maybe I’m the one who’s stupid.”

He responds with a wide-eyed smile when you cup his cheeks and pull him in again, your fingers skimming over his lower jaw. This time you feel every touch of the kiss, your fingers tingling and your lips tasting his. The feelings you’ve been struggling to tie up and toss away come pouring out of you as you try to keep them orderly.

It’s different splashes of colour with each kiss and the two of you can’t help the laughter tumbling out of your mouths.

“I love you,” Yukhei murmurs, his mouth against your jaw. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

He places a chaste kiss against your lips before looking at you with an adoring smile. Yukhei’s never been good at using words to express his feelings, but he’s never really had trouble expressing them either.

“I’m sorry I took so long to realize,” you whisper, before pulling him by the neck of his sweatshirt and into another kiss.

“I’m letting you go just this once,” you roommate calls when you step out of your room in the evening. “Congratulations on getting a boyfriend.”

You blush deep red and look anywhere else to avoid her sly grin. So she did figure it out. You owe her one, or more for not telling on you all the times Yukhei and the others have been over. Perhaps you had got off on the wrong foot. You should start listening to Yukhei’s advice on how to make friends. You should start listening to Yukhei for a lot of things.

Maybe Yukhei has always meant to talk about your colours but never found words good enough. Maybe he loves the way you laugh and finds himself doing more and more ridiculous things just for you. Maybe he’s told you that he loves you a lot of times but you weren’t listening. Maybe, just maybe, you too have always been the main actor in Yukhei’s life.

#how cheesy do you want this to be? #me: yes #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #wong yukhei imagines #wayv imagines #nct imagines #yukhei fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #lucas scenarios #nct lucas imagines #yukhei x reader #College!AU #best friends to lovers!au #moonwrites #getting stuck in a closet with the love of your life for arbitrary fic reasons >>>>>>

[boba-xing]

Captivating {Chapter 7}

Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Choi Seungcheol (SVT)

Warnings: swearing, dark themes/mentions of torture

Tagged: @suhappysuho @captain-brie @seekerbabygirl @moon8894 @yippee-kay-yay @sehunnies-hunnie96 @lovinggalaxies @brokenbutchocolate @amixoferrthang @onewoowonderboy​ @hhhhwww7 @9rachacha @sksk-x @haluim17 @jelly-fishy-babie @sakura-uji @psshwa​

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You’re sitting on Seungcheol’s bed, a glass of water in your shaking hand, barely able to speak. Your mind is flooded with a mixture of fear and wonder of what is happening downstairs. Since Seungcheol carried your frozen frame upstairs a silence has passed over the house.

Said man is currently sitting opposite you, at the end of the bed, clearly concentrating hard on what he should say. After what feels like hours of waiting he finally speaks, “You said you were interested in mythology...vampires and stuff like that.”

He’s looking at you now, analysing your fearful expression as you nod.

“Well, vampires don’t exist, of course.” he nods, “But, werewolves, well, they d-”

“You’re telling me that was a werewolf?” you breathe,

“Y-yes, yes it was.” 

“In your living room?”

“It’s more complicated than that though.” he scratches the back of his neck, “You see, it’s kind of hard to say. I’m not sure if you’re going to believe me.”

You just stare at him.

“Well, me and the boys, we’re a pack...um, a pack of werewolves. We can turn into them, it’s just, well, that really.” He bites the inside of his cheek, blinking at you,

“What?”

“We’re werewolves.” he repeats, “I’m the leader of the pack, I’m an alpha and that’s why I have such authority over the others. And the blood on the shirt you saw on the first night you came here, that was from an attack...another pack.”

You look at him for a moment, taking in everything he’s saying and trying to understand what you think.

It’s bullshit.

You slam the glass down on the bedside table before storming out of the room and down the stairs, Seungcheol following close behind you. You turn around once you’re outside the door. “I’m not taking part in your sick fantasy! What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Is this some kind of furry convention or something?”

“___, I swear to god I’m not making this stuff up! I’m being serious.” he says, clearly frustrated. 

Instead of answering him, you scurry down the driveway. You have absolutely no idea where you’re going to go considering you’re basically surrounded by woods with no transport. You pull at your hair, arm forcefully grabbed by Seungcheol to pull you back in his direction.

“For fucks sake, ___, I’m not playing. I know this is hard to believe, but don’t you feel bad for me? Even a little? I can’t help being like this. The boys can’t help being like this! This is just how we were born.” His eyes are wet with tears, “Please, just hear me out. We’re not going to hurt you, I’d never hurt you, you know that!”

“You’re crazy!” You rip your arm out of his grasp and rush away, legs carrying you as fast as you can down the driveway. You manage to pull your phone out, slowing down as you realise Seungcheol is no longer following you. You call Jihyun, your friend from work, and she kindly agrees to come pick you up.

You can feel Seungcheol's eyes on you as you wait for her to arrive and you already know he's going it'll only be a moment before he comes over.

And it is.

As he draws closer you see the tear stains on his cheek, and the determination on his face to pull himself together. "___, please listen to me. I would never lie to you. And I'm not crazy, even if I am, at least I care about you."

You look away from him.

"I know it's hard for you to understand, but I just want the best for you, I want you to be safe. I want you to be loved, and happy, and with me. I care about you, so much, please don't cut me off because you don't understand something." He begs.

Headlights drawing near catch your attention and you stand up as the car approaches, Jihyun's friendly face appearing in the window.

"Bye, Seungcheol." You say quietly as you get in the car.

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“Please, please, let me go.” You beg, arms yanking at the handcuffs in hope you’ll somehow break free,

The dark figure in front of you just laughs, completely warped and unrecognisable.

“Please.” You cry, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you pant, breathless, “I’ll do anything, whatever you want! What do you want from me? Please!”

“Maybe you should’ve listened to him.” the voice cackles,

“Listened to who?” You sob, letting your head fall down to face your shaking legs,

The voice doesn’t reply and instead you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer. You jump as a hand finds your neck, gripping it tight and squeezing, squeezing until all the air has left your lungs.

You wake up drenched in sweat, body shaking as you try to calm your breaths. Taking a moment to pull yourself together, you sit up and glance around the dark room. 

You don’t like the dark.

With a sigh you make you your way to the bathroom and wash your face with some reluctance. Although startling, the cold water clears your lungs and calms you down.

You draw yourself over to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water. You only take a few sips before placing it down on the counter, realising you forgot to close the curtains. A chill runs up your spine. Someone could easily be watching you right now.

You hesitantly make your way over to the window, glancing down at the street. There’s one car you recognise, and as your eyes meet the driver you realise he was already looking at you.

Slipping on a coat and shoes, you scurry down as fast as you can, rushing over to the car as soon as you’re out of the building.

“Joshua?” you ask,

“Get in.” He says after rolling down the window, “Not to go somewhere, just to talk.”

You nod, hopping in the car and shutting the door securely. “What are you doing here?”

“Watching.” he looks at you, somewhat serious, “In case anyone tries to get to you again.”

“Let me guess, Seungcheol sent you?”

“Well, yes, but I’d like to think I would’ve done it anyway.” a small smile forms on his face, “We’re friends.”

You nod, glancing down at your hands.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asks with a frown, “Not tired?”

“I slept terribly.”

“I don’t blame you, after tonight I wouldn’t sleep well either.”

You rest your head against the headrest.

“Listen.” He begins, “I know you don’t want to believe it, but the whole werewolf thing is true. And if you just gave us a chance, maybe you would realise we aren’t the man-eating monsters everyone makes us out to be.”

“Werewolves aren’t real.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you think they’re real or not, you like the fantasy, that’s why you drown yourself in fairytales and folklore. Sure, it’s not as scary, or as sweet, as it’s made out to be. But how can you run away from something you’ve dreamed of?”

“I watch horror films, that doesn’t mean I want to be in one.” You sigh,

“It’s not like a horror film.” he groans, “Sure we turn into big, dangerous wolves, but we’re still human. We’re still people.”

You look up at him.

“What is it you’re afraid of?”

“I don’t know any of you, like really know you. I’m supposed to be staying in a house with a bunch of men, who are apparently werewolves, with a...I guess...boyfriend? Who scares the living shit out of me when he gets mad and apparently knows exactly where I am all the time. It’s weird?! What part of that sounds appealing to you?” you explain, “And to add to that, I’m being stalked by some creep who drugs people close to me.”

“I know. But ___, just give us a chance, okay? Seungcheol really cares about you and he only wants you to be safe and happy. Come back home with me, and we can sort things out.” he pushes, knowing his next sentence would have him thoroughly beaten if Seungcheol knew he said it, “If you go a week and realise you don’t want to be around us, that’s fine, you can leave.”

This whole situation is crazy. You never signed up for this. You want to go back to your life before this, curled up in bed, single and eating pringles, but you know you can’t....and there’s a small spark of hope in your heart that maybe, just maybe this whole situation could work out? Maybe Seungcheol could be the one for you, and maybe this whole werewolf situation is real...but safe? You know you won’t be able live with yourself if you don’t follow this path. You need to know what happens.

“Please?”

“O-okay.” you nod, Joshua instantly beaming at you, 

“Thank you!” He laughs a little, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel,

“I’ll be back in a second, I’m gonna go and get my phone.” you say before moving swiftly out of the car.

You make it back up to your apartment, rushing to your bedroom to grab your handbag and phone before scurrying back out to Joshua’s car. Of course, you fail to notice the previously full glass of water you left on the counter is now empty, and your purse is home to a small, bitter note.

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[ibelieveinharrystyles]

Chapter Four: Little One

Forever? Masterlist

I hope you are enjoying the series so far! this part is a little bit shorter than the others :)

“I’ve done something really stupid.”

“That’s not like you Styles.” Ashley replied, chucking another tube of pringles into her trolley, part of the many essentials she had been sent out to get for the office, “You haven’t gone back to Kendall again have you?” 

“No, it’s not that,” Harry sighed.

“”Well then what is it?” she asked, grabbing several bags of chocolate off of the top shelf.

“I don’t think I can tell you over the phone.”

“It can’t be that bad H, I’m the queen of doing stupid things, I got pregnant on a one night stand remember.” She reminded him.

“I’ll have to show you, can I meet you at work before the scan instead? that way we can drive and you don’t have to get the tube.” Ashley had asked Harry to come with her because if for some reason she was going to face receiving bad news, she couldn’t bear the thought of facing it alone.

“Fine! this better be good Harold.”

Carrying heavy bags of shopping up three flights of stairs was never exactly easy but being twenty two weeks pregnant, Ashley found it even more difficult, so luckily for her Roman was also returning at the same time as her, “I saw Harry the other day.” He told her as the two of them made their way to the little kitchen in the corner of the office.

“Oh yeah? How was he?” She asked, munching on a handful of chocolate buttons.

“He seemed happy, he couldn’t stop talking about you and the baby, he said he’s looking forward to being an uncle.” Roman told her, helping himself to some of Ashley’s chocolate buttons as they placed the carrier bags down on the counter.

“Trust me, I know, he keeps asking if I need anything, he’s coming to the scan later too.”

“He’s not the dad is he?” Roman asked.

“Fuck, no, that would be weird, we’ve known eachother for years, we’ve always looked out for each other, speaking of which, I better make a move, he’ll be here soon.” 

“Well I hope it goes well.” Roman smiled as she left the office.

“What’s with the hat?” Ashley asked as she climbed into Harry’s car, “that's what you couldn’t tell me over the phone isnt it?”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“I’m sure its fine Haz.” She pulled that hat off of Harry’s head, revealing his new, shorter haircut.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Harry sighed.

“No, I like iit, besides you can’t play a world war two soldier looking like the Rapunzel of the music industry.” She replied.

“Anyway, how are you?” He asked, driving the car out of the car park and onto the main roads of London.

“I’m alright, work’s going well at the moment, I sent Matt a message about the baby, Niall gave  me his number, but he says he doesn’t want anything to do with me or the baby.” Ashley told him.

“Oh Ash, I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Harry asked, glancing towards Ashley as they stopped at the traffic lights.

“If anything I’m relieved, I didn’t want to have to fight him for custody.”

Ashley didn’t enjoy trips to the hospital, she had distinct memories of visiting them as a little girl when her dad was dying. The smell of hand sanitizer and the sound of various machines beeping reminded her of the weeks of her life she’d rather forget forever. “You okay?” Harry asked as they sat on the cold green plastic chairs of the waiting room, he knew exactly why Ashley was nervous, she had seen a lot of loss in hospitals and there was always a worry at the back of her mind that something could be wrong with the baby. Ashley felt bad for bringing Harry with her, he didn’t mind going, even with his dodgy beanie on she could tell people were looking at them both, recognising Harry and assuming that he was the father. 

“Ashley Hanson,” the midwife called, inviting her and Harry into the consultation room.

“How are you today lovely?” Deena, her midwife asked as Ashley hopped up on the bed. 

“Not bad, this one’s been moving about quite a bit,” she glanced over at Harry who stood awkwardly by the door, “You can sit down Harry, I’m sure Deena would rather you did to be honest.” He awkwardly shuffled over to the plastic stool beside the bed, “He’s the baby’s uncle, he’s new to all this.” Ashley explained.

“Well then shall we see how your little one’s getting one?” Deena asked, gesturing for Ashley to pull up her top to remove her perfectly round bump, after squeezing the cold gel onto it. Deena remained quiet for several seconds, the sort of quiet that increased Ashley’s anxiety. “I’m going to go and get Doctor Fitzgerald, I won’t be long.” Deena said before swiftly leaving the room.

“Why do they always do that? They know something’s wrong, but they don’t tell you what, it was the same with dad.” She began to tear up, thinking about the possibility of losing her baby.

“Hey, you can’t think like that,” Harry whispered, taking hold of her hand, and stroking her hair with his free one.

“Hi Ashley, I’m Doctor Fitzgerald, Deena has asked me to just check your scan, alright?” He explained as he made his way to the screen, “You were right Deena, Okay Ashley I don’t want you to be alarmed, your baby is a little bit smaller than we’d like it to be, what this means is that we will need to do scans more frequently, just to be sure everything’s developing as we’d like it to.” 

“So apart from that everything’s okay?” Ashley replied, her voice wavering due to nerves.

“As far as we can see, this shouldn’t lead to any further health complications, we just need to make sure baby gets as close to full term as possible. Now on a lighter note would you like to know what you’re having?” He asked.

“Yes please.” Ashley smiled.

“You’re having a little girl.” Dr Fitzgerald told her.

“A girl? Harry it’s a little girl.” she turned to her best friend who sat beside her, his eyes fixated on the screen, clutching Ashley’s hand in his.

“I’ll leave you to get cleaned up and then Deena will book you an appointment for two weeks time.” Dr Fitzgerald told her.

“What do you want to do now love?” Harry asked as the pair climbed back into his car.

“I’m scared H, I’m really scared.” She whispered, ignoring his question.

“Hey, love come here,” he turned to hold her hands in his, “You heard Dr Fitzgerald, she’s just a little bit smaller than usual, that doesn’t mean she won’t be healthy, you’ve got to stay strong for your sake and the baby’s alright?” he held her hands close to his lips kissing them softly, “I hate seeing you like this petal, is there anything I can do to make it better?” 

“I’m meeting your mum and Gem to go shopping in around two hours, so we can go for ice cream before that.” Ashley told him, cradling her bump.

“Do I get to come shopping?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes to try and cheer her up.

“I’m not sure you’ll be of any use when it comes to breast pumps and maternity bras H.” She replied.

“Oh Ash you have no idea.”

Ashley and Harry found themselves at her favourite ice cream parlour, down a little street in Notting Hill. Ashley went for raspberry ripple, whilst Harry chose a pistachio ice cream, they found a table in the corner of the pastel decorated parlour, tucked away in a booth. “So when do you leave for filming?” 

“Next month, we’ll be in France for several months.” Harry explained.

“So you’ll have to meet the little lady when you get back.” 

“Or she might be so naturally tuned into the absence of her number one uncle that she waits for me to get back before she pops out.” Harry replied before Ashley took the spoon from her ice cream and wiped it across Harry’s face, shortly before he did the same. Any chance of their visit being kept under the radar was gone as the two of them laughed hysterically.

“Excuse me I’m really sorry to disturb you but could I get a picture please?” A teenage girl asked from beside their table, looking at the floor, clearly incredibly anxious.

“Of course!” Harry replied, wiping the ice cream from his face.

“I think I’ll head off H, I need to get to westfield.” Ashley told him.

“If you give me a couple of minutes I can drop you.” He insisted.

“Don’t be daft I’ll get the tube, it’ll be quicker that way anyway.” she assured him.

“Only if you’re sure.” he replied.

“Harry I’m twenty two weeks pregnant, I’m not about to keel over.” 

“Let me know you get there okay.” he wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head before she disappeared into the busyness of central London.

“Hello love how are you?” Anne greeted Ashley as she arrived in mother care.

“I’m good, how are you both?” 

“We’re both well too, the train down from Holmes Chapel was a bit of a trek, your mum said to say hello.” Anne told her, “Anyway let’s get down to business, have you got a list?” 

“Yep.” Ashley replied, waving a piece of paper.

“So where do you want to start?” 

“In the girls section.” Ashley smiled.

“No way! congratulations!” Gemma huffed her, swaying her from side to side.

“I found out today, Harry came with me.” 

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Gemma replied as they browsed the shop, “He won’t stop going on about you and the baby, he’s taking being an uncle very seriously.” 

“I think he feels bad, Matt’s made it clear he doesn’t want anything to do with me or the baby, which doesn’t bother me, but Niall introduced me to him, so in some odd turn of events I think Harry blames himself.” 

“That’s Harry all over, he cares a lot about everyone.” Anne replied

“And that’s because he has such a wonderful mum like you to bring him up.”

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[oforamuse]

unexpected thanks

'you've got a ring.'

or, the one where ian bumps into kash and gets to break the news that he and mickey are married.

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Ian walks slowly down the fresh vegetable aisle, crossing off the mental list in his head of things  he needs to get for the recipe Mickey’s insisting on making. He’s gotten really into cooking cooking recently, not just throwing something in the microwave and hitting 30 seconds kind of cooking. 

It’s pretty hot, actually. 

Often Ian will come home from work and the kitchen will be filled with all sorts of smells, some good and some terrible - Mickey’s still learning. There’s been a few burnt dinners and a couple of small pan fires, but nothing too overly drastic. Whenever a recipe fails, or Mickey doesn’t seem completely satisfied in his success, he gets up and tries the same one again. Point blank, in his stubborn way, refusing to be beaten by a page and a half of instructions. Ian can help but find it incredibly endearing. He didn’t think he’d ever see the day Mickey made him something that wasn’t pizza pockets or mac and cheese from a box, so he’s relishing in it. 

Perhaps marriage really does change people. 

It’s been just over three months since they got married and though Ian sometimes still struggles with the girth of it all, he doesn’t regret it one bit. He’s stopped looking up divorce statistics and searching for a reason for everything to all fall to shit, so that’s a definite step up. He’s taking it day by day but it’s good. He’s happier these days too, everyone’s noticed it, he’s noticed it. He feels lighter, things roll off of his back more - the same goes for Mickey too. They’ve barely even bickered in the last few weeks, which is so incredibly unlike them, they can’t quite believe it. 

Is this what it feels like to finally have time? Time to be a couple, time to be codependent and independent all in the same moment, time to actually exist as a them and not be broken apart by homophobic dads, or mental illness, or incarceration? 

Having the space and the freedom to actually co-exist with one another without something hanging over their heads is a foreign concept to both of them, but Ian thinks they’re kind of nailing the whole marital bliss thing. They wake up together, often wrapped around one another, safe and warm. They go to their separate (parole approved) jobs, Ian often driving and dropping Mickey off - sometimes the other way round depending on their afternoon plans. There’s kisses on the cheek in greetings and goodbyes, ass grabs in passing and arms locked around shoulders. They’ve been holding hands more a lot, unable to pull themselves apart when they literally don’t have to be, craving each other’s touch and comfort almost every second of the day. 

It’s everything 16 year old Ian could’ve dreamed of and more. 

Ian’s fingers brush over the sweet peppers, wondering whether Mickey wanted red or green - or was it yellow? He doesn’t know what Mickey's making for them later, only that he needed to get the ingredients right now as Mickey didn’t have time between work and the quickie they managed to squeeze in before they had to run out of the door. It’s Ian’s day off, he figured he’d treat his husband to a little domestic run to the supermarket. He’s about to pull out his phone to text Mickey to check, God forbid he buys the wrong type of peppers, when he hears his name being called. 

‘Ian?’ 

His head shoots up towards the voice, it’s familiar. 

‘Ian is that you? Ian Gallagher?’ 

Well, count that on the list of things that Ian didn’t expect to happen today. 

Kash is standing in the same aisle, just a few feet over from him. He looks older, much older than Ian can remember him. His hair has a minor smattering of grey, but nothing hugely noticeable. His eyes are tired, and there’s a couple more wrinkles than there was before, but other that, he looks mostly the same. 

Their obvious difference in age makes Ian’s skin crawl, like tiny little ants making their way up his bones and into his veins. He shudders, unable to believe he let 16 year old him be used by this absolute tool. 

‘Kash...Hi.’ Ian says, caught completely off guard. It comes out awkwardly, his discomfort horribly evident in his voice. Kash’s face shifts slightly, making Ian cringe. 

‘How are you- what’s it been like, 6 or 7 years?’ Kash continues, his hands adjusting his grip the shopping basket he’s carrying. 

‘Probably more like 8.’ Ian replies and it feels forced. There’s an awful beat of silence where neither man knows where to approach next. Ian just wants to get his peppers and move onto the beans aisle, what the fuck is Kash going to want to talk about next, the weather? His phone buzzes, he pulls it out of his pocket to check the notification, happily taking a moment for a distraction. Kash makes a noise of surprise at the movement and Ian looks up questioningly. He can feel the light scowl on his face - it’s nothing too seriously pissed off, but there’s definitely an air of bother about it. 

‘You’ve got a ring.’ Kash says, gripping his basket with one hand so he can bring one up to point the other at Ian’s left side. ‘You’re married?’ 

The wedding band suddenly feels incredibly heavy on his finger - it’s a good weight though, it’s grounding. He can feel the corners of his mouth twist up into a soft smile, it’s comforting, knowing that he has that little piece of Mickey with him wherever he goes. 

He still hasn’t gotten the hang of remembering to put it back on every time he does the dishes or something, much to Mickey’s chagrin, but he’s working on it. 

More importantly though, he’s wearing it right now. 

‘Yeah I am.’ Ian replies, it’s proud and firm. His thumb rubs lightly over the band. 

‘Wow.’ Kash says with both the tone of somewhat surprise and disbelief. He steps forward ever so slightly, and Ian moves back an inch automatically, keeping the distance. ‘The last time I saw you, you were hooking up with...was it Mickey Milkovich?- God knows where that kid ended up.’ There’s a beat, ‘Prison, hopefully.’ He adds. 

It’s biting and dismissive - Ian knows it’s supposed to be a light joke, but it makes his fists curl protectively. He knows he can’t entirely blame Kash for thinking Mickey wouldn’t amount to much, given the fact the kid spent most of his juvenile years robbing him openly (and completely unapologetically), but it makes his jaw clench tightly. Mickey, is and always was, so much more than a neighbourhood thug. 

So much more. 

Keep it together, he tells himself. He breathes, allowing the tension to roll off his shoulders and down into the floor. 

‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ Kash asks, it’s weird and kind of gross. Being around him, so many years later and being much more clear headed, makes him feel slightly sick in his stomach. ‘Someone I know?’ 

This makes Ian smirk slightly, ‘You could say that.’ 

This is going to be fun. 

‘Who?’ Kash says, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, it’s a stark contrast to the friendly attitude he’s been trying to throw off. 

‘I guess I, well we, should say thank you.’ Ian says, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to come off as cool and casual as possible, ‘we would’ve never met without your...er, help.’ 

Was that the right word to use? He doesn’t really care, it’s hilarious to watch Kash squirm. He watches the gears working in his head as the older man puts two and two together. He’s surprised at how easily Kash clocks on, only taking a moment before his eyes widen in shock. 

‘You’re kidding me.’ Kash says, his jaw practically falling out of it’s socket with how dramatically it drops. It hangs there for a second, and Ian just grins. Kash adjusts himself, gulping. ‘You’re married... to Mickey Milkovich?’ He says Mickey’s name with a whisper, ducking his head slightly, as if to avoid being heard. 

‘The very same.’ Ian states smoothly, holding Kash’s gaze firmly, daring the older man to make a judgement. 

You’re not allowed to say shit, he thinks, you are literally the last person on earth who is allowed to judge anyone over who they marry. 

He hopes to fucking God there’s hasn’t been anymore 16 year olds, he hopes he got himself some therapy. What is he even doing back in Chicago? 

‘I don’t know what to say.’ Kash adds after a moment, the air between them stilted and awkward. Ian wants to leave, groceries be damned, but he knows Mickey would probably kill him to let his opportunity slip. He always did love to gloat right in Kash’s face, whether it be over a tube of pringles he stole, a snickers bar or Ian himself. 

‘Don’t say anything then.’ Ian says curtly, it comes off ruder than he intended but he doesn’t really care. 

‘Really? Mickey?’ Kash asks unpleasantly, and Ian doesn’t like the way Mickey’s name sounds in his voice. Like it’s dirty, and imperfect. 

‘Yeah.’ Ian says firmly, the tension palpable, ‘We’re really fuckin’ happy. Big wedding and everything.’ He waves his hand out in an exaggerated gesture, hoping to help hammer the point home. He’s happy, he’s so happy, he’s happier than he’s ever been for literal years. Fuck this guy, fuck his judgement. 

‘Didn’t expect that.’ Kash says, it’s quiet but comes out clear. His brows furrow together, the aged wrinkles on his forehead deepen. ‘Honestly, I’m just surprised he didn’t end up locked up-’ He stops himself, ‘And you…’

There it is again - there’s that age old judgement glinting in his eye. Or is it discomfort? Longing?

It’s an echo of something familiar, it’s a look he was thrown back in the day when he restocked the shelves incorrectly or when he would brush Kash’s prying hands off nearer the end of Their Thing when Mickey fell into the picture.

‘Thanks for letting Mickey steal your gun.’ Ian says cooly, hoping it lands as the jab he intended it to be, which it does, if he can tell anything by the way Kash flinches.

He grabs the closest pepper, Mickey’s pedantic need to follow a recipe perfectly be damned, and shoves it in his basket. Kash stands there awkwardly, dumbfounded. 

‘Would you mind? I need an onion.’ He says, holding his voice steady. Kash doesn’t reply, just standing and staring at him somewhat blankly. Ian points to the shelf full of onions Kash is blocking easy access to. He doesn’t move, his mouth gaping slightly as he, Ian assumes, searches for something to say. Ian shrugs, and leaning around him, grabbing a yellow onion and shoving it in his basket. 

‘Hope you figured your shit out.’ He adds and that’s it, that’s all he’s going to give him. He’s not going to wish him well or say he hopes he found true love or some shit. He might’ve done when he was a kid, but not anymore, not when he could never even dream of touching a kid the way Kash did. He turns and walks confidently down the aisle, away from Kash, away from the mistakes he made as a dumb 16 year old, away from the weird and fucked up in so many ways life he used to lead. It’s weird, when he was a kid he truly believed it was him against the world - especially growing up in such a volatile lifestyle like the South Side. He wishes someone had told him properly that there’s always support if he knew where to look for it...or well, in Ian’s case, if you go to steal back a stolen gun and come back with a boyfriend, husband, instead. 

Not that it happened that easily, he’s not kidding himself. 

As he scans the beans a few moments later, he makes a silent vow to never let his and Mickey’s future kid - because it’s happening, no matter how many times Mickey scoffs at the suggestion - ever feel like they have to go to a strange middle aged man for comfort.

Or anyone else for that matter. They’re gonna be such fucking good parents. 

The thought about their future is warm and sits happily in his stomach, bubbling away lightly. He doesn’t feel too thrown off from seeing Kash, the pent up tension slowly ebbing away as he allows himself to relish for a moment on his and Mickey’s future. A future they finally get to have, think about and plan. It’s finally in arms reach and they are going to achieve absolutely everything that they want to from now on. Jobs, kids, money? A house of their own? Cats, dogs, and maybe even a goddamn Hamster. 

It doesn’t matter, they’re gonna do it all. 

So yeah, Kash, thanks for that.

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[mxsmwndr]

Perhaps Opposites Really Do Attract (Hey, Angel)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Lol there is absolutely zero plot to this whatsoever

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Kinda strong language, but this is Jason we're talking about, so... also OOC!Jason, a little angst, minor drunkenness, mentions of death, spoilers that everyone already knows about (doesn't spoil the show)

A/N: Inspired by Halo by Beyoncé. We're just going to say the batboys absolutely hate Damien... sorry, Dami.

Disclaimer: I don't own DC, Jason, or any other Titans, as well as you or the batboys.

When Jason first met you, he hated himself for taking a liking to you. At first, be blamed you. Why'd you have to be so cute? Why'd you have to be so nice it's attractive? Why'd you have to get along so well with the stupid Demon Spawn that it made Jason jealous? Of course, in the back of his mind he knew the age gap was too large, but that didn't stop his glares.

Eventually, you grew sick of his hatred and walked up to him. This was the first time he truly realized that he had fallen in love with an angel.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You asked him.

Jason, surprised with your harsh tone of voice, looked at you with wide and confused eyes. "I-I... what do you even mean?"

You rolled your eyes, and that was the moment Jason knew he couldn't deny it anymore.

He was in love with you.

"Don't play innocent with me, Todd. I notice the way you glare in my direction. What did I ever do to you, huh? Sorry I'm trying to be nice to your little brother that you all hate, and treat awfully, by the way."

Jason sighed, and felt tears fill his eyes. Why now? He thought. Out all the times for his emotions to take over, it had to be now.

"What-what's wrong?" You asked quietly, suddenly taking back everything you just said.

Jason sighed, and shook his head, biting his lip. Hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, and bit his lip harder. The familiar, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

"Oh my god," You said. "I'm so sorry." You rushed over to him, and gave him a hug. Just sitting there, leaning over him, with your arms wrapped around him tightly, as if you were afraid to let go.

Jason just sat there, in your embrace.

Although it was uncommon for him to let people into his life, he did for you. Normally, with everything he did, his brain screamed 'don't trust them'. But you were different.

He never doubted you.

Maybe it was the way your true colors glowed around him, or the way that you seemed to be kind to everyone and everything (even your house plants). Whatever it was, it made Jason swear you weren't human. In his opinion, it wasn’t possible for someone to be so sweet and caring.

Especially to him.

After Jason got to know you, your excited energy seemed to rub off onto him. Really, it rubbed off onto everyone, but especially Jason.

Deep down, in the way far back of his mind, Jason knew this was too good to be true. But he let himself believe that someone could care.

Or maybe he was sick of pushing people away.

-

“How do you do it?” Dick asked you one day.

You furrowed your eyebrows, and looked at him. “Do what?”

“Jason,” He said, as if that answered his question. He soon added: “How do you get him to be nice to you? How does he not hate you?!”

You giggled, “Well, I guess I’m just nice to him... I don’t know. Why?”

Dick shook his head, but grinned at you. “Dunno. You got something special, though. Magic, maybe, but....” He trailed off with a small laugh, and returned his attention to the television in front of him.

-

Although nobody knew it (nor would they ever guess it), all of the killing Jason did got to his brain, and some days it brought him down. 

The second time Jason realized he was in love with an angel was when he was out drinking. He never intended to go past the normal limit, but thoughts of you and your random acts of kindness filled his mind, and he tried to drink them away. Sometime that night, you heard a knock on your door. You set down your phone, and opened the door.

“Jason!” You said, surprised. Jason flashed you a lazy and lopsided grin, and stumbled into your house. “What... what are you doing here?”

Jason limped over to your kitchen, and dug through the cabinets. “Missed you,” He mumbled, opening a can of Pringles.

“Jason,” You cooed. “You’re drunk. C’mon, let’s go lay down--”

“I’m fine, (Y/n).” Jason said. However, you doubted that. You knew Jason. He didn’t just come to your apartment like this, let alone make himself at home.

“No, you’re not.” You whispered. You shook away the thought, and walked over to Jason, ignoring his protests when you took the Pringles away. “C’mon,” You said, trying to pick him up.

Jason moaned, and relaxed his body even more. You collapsed onto the couch, with Jason on top of you. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you tried to shake the feeling away. 

“Jason, get up!” You said, once again attempting to push the boy off of your couch. Jason refused to move, and snuggled into your arms instead. He inhaled deeply,

“Mmh, you smell good.” He mumbled into your shirt. You rolled your eyes, 

“Whatever, Todd.” You whispered, absent-mindedly playing with his hair while you relaxed. It didn’t take long for Jason’s snores to echo across the walls of your living room, or for your breaths to syncopate with his, or for you to fall asleep holding him, afraid to let go.

-

The third time was when Jason found the truth about his mom. He came over to your apartment room once again, this time fully sober.

“Coming!” Your voice said from the other side of the door as soon as Jason knocked. After a few seconds, the door swung open, and Jason stood in front of you.

“Hey, uh...” You scanned his face for emotion, but he showed none. “Is something up?”

Jason only nodded his head, and you took that as que to let him in, but not before giving him a reassuring hug.

You had been with him for the darkest times in his life, but where was he, now that you needed him? Where was he, now that you were stuck in the dark? The one time you asked for him to be there, he wasn’t. Why?

Because he was gone, according to Bruce. Killed by the Joker.

But perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps it was the fates testing you, seeing how much of an ‘angel’ you truly were. Or perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps it was karma for everything Jason has done. Or payback for Bruce and his dark secrets.

Or, perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be. Perhaps, when they say “opposites attract”, they don’t really mean it. 

But then again, perhaps it wasn’t that at all. Or, perhaps it was all of that. Perhaps, when Jason knocked on your door for the first time in years, everything was indeed a test, karma for the sins Jason’s committed.

Perhaps, even the fates enjoy a good cliche every once and a while, and perhaps, they didn’t believe in karma for a second.

For all we know, that second was just enough time for you to ask Jason, “What the hell, Todd?”

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