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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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Hi hi! Can I request an angsty/fluff piece with Jason? Maybe he hasn't told her that he's Red Hood yet, and they want to tell him that she loves him for the first time, but with his constant disappearances at night they're thinking that he's starting to get tired of them?

This went a little too long when I decided to stop, so I might need to split this into two parts if needs be 🦦

‘Hey honey,’ you greeted Jason with a peck to the cheek, pulling away smiling brightly. ‘Are you all ready for movie night tonight? I’ve already got a couple films set up and ready to go and I promise none of them will make you cry like last time.’

Jason grimaced. Shit, he knew that something was happening tonight but couldn’t remember what and -like a dumbass- had agreed to going out on a patrol with Dick and Damian later on. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry chipmunk I can’t do movie night tonight. Can we do it next week?’ Jason hated how he was the one who made the smile upon your face disappear as quickly as it came, he hated how he was the reason why the excitement left your eyes, only to be replaced by a look of poorly concealed disappointment.

Jason hated how it seemed as of late that his commitment to being a vigilante had been the leading cause of your unhappiness. While he was out clearing Gotham almost every night, you were left in your shared apartment, left to sleep alone in a bed that was designed for two people and ponder how things could’ve gotten to this stage; wondering whether this was a relationship worth being in after all.

You sighed, trying to be understanding but how could you when this was the third time Jason had bailed on you this week. It didn’t seem fair to keep trying at this point when it seems as though you’re the only one who is actively trying to make time for each other. You had planned to tell Jason you loved him tonight but all that was thrown into the bin, all because he apparently forgot all about it. ‘It’s fine Jason, I’m sure whatever you have going on is inherently more important.’ You said, feeling more hurt than anything as you clenched your jaw to stop yourself from saying something you’ll inevitably regret.

‘I’ll make it up to you-‘

‘Would you like to know how many times you claimed that you’ll make it up to me but never have?’ You asked Jason rhetorically and watched his face further become into one of guilt. ‘Three. Times.’ You told him, holding up three fingers. ‘Once is excusable, but three times Jason. I thought you were over making false promises, much like how I’d trick myself into thinking that you would actually like to spend time with me in our own apartment, but it seems like I was wrong as per usual.’ You scoffed.

Jason tried to reach out for your hand to console you, but you immediately took it away before he could and put a good deal of distance between the two of you to show that you were in need of comfort but not from him. ‘Y/n, I’m sorry-‘

‘Don’t bother. Just make sure to have your keys on you before you leave because I wont stay up for you anymore.’ Was all you said before leaving the room to go into your room, where you’d stay until he left for the night doing god knows what. His disappearing act didn’t bother you at first but when it become more frequent and grew more obstructive when you wanted to spend the night with him, a pit in your stomach grew and it had been growing ever since followed by thoughts that doubted Jason’s loyalty to you.

Were you boring him but he didn’t have the heart to tell you? Is that why he’s been disappearing almost every night or so? Just so he could meet up with someone else behind your back and shit talk you? If that was the case then he could stay out for all you cared, you’ve given him your heart but it didn’t seem as though he couldn’t bring himself to even fake in giving a shit.

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Meanwhile Jason felt like the biggest dickhead ever. He could tell that you were reaching the end of your rope with him and he wasn’t so sure that he could go back to living by himself if you were to ever leave him, he could try but it wouldn’t be the same when you were the reason his apartment felt like an apartment at all. And yet he has no one else to blame for this but himself.

He was the reason you could’ve have a simple date night at home.

He was the reason for your frequent disappointment.

He was the reason you no longer felt loved by him but that just wasn’t true. Jason loved you so much it physically hurt and scared the poor man of what he was willing to do for you. Jason’s love for you burned him in the most delicious way imaginable, he was left wanting for more, hooked on your love as though it was an easily addictive drug sweeping the streets of Gotham. However even Jason couldn’t ignore the wedge between him and you, a wedge that only seemed to get worse the more Jason bailed on you for his vigilante business.

As he was sulking in the fact that this might be the end of your relationship, Jason got a text from Dick asking where he was and all Jason could think of whilst grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment, was how he was going to make up for every night that you felt as though you were abandoned by him; and if anyone who knew Jason best knew he was anything but a quitter.

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Movie night was depressing as shit when you were having it all by yourself as a way to cope with the fact that you might not be enough to keep Jason interested.

You were bundled up in bed, hugging your childhood plushie tightly against your chest as you watched a movie adaptation to one of Jason’s most favoured book out of Jane Austen‘s body of work. Hell most of the movies you’ve picked out were based on Jason’s favourite author but you weren’t enjoying it as you would if he was beside you, muttering the lines alongside the characters under his breath as he held you against his chest as though you were something precious; even going so far at to using the excuse that when a kissing scene happens you should be kissing too for a more immersive experience.

He was such a dork but he was your dork and now it feels as though he didn’t want to be called yours anymore.

You didn’t know what it was that you did for him to get bored of you but it hurt like a motherfucker and the more you thought about it the more your eyes began to well up with unshed tears. ‘What am I doing wrong snuffles?’ You brought your plushie to face you with its beady button eyes. ‘Am I really that much of a bore that he can’t bring himself to just end it? What does he get out of dragging me along? Is this some sick joke to him?’ You asked and you asked but got no response, then again that’s what you get when trying to seek answers from a weighted plushie.

‘Who am I kidding.’ You uttered defeatedly as you put down your plushie, switched off the tv after seeing that there was no point in having it on in the first place, and stared up at the ceiling as you tried to will sleep to hurry up and claim you. ‘Did you know that I was planning on telling him that I loved him?’ You asked aloud for no one in particular, smiling weakly as you wiped your eyes. ‘How stupid was it of me to think that we’d ever last. He’s obviously found someone else who doesn’t bore him as easily as I do…so why should I stay?’ You felt yourself wanting to cry again but you were too tired to give your body what it wants and tried to ignore the lump in your throat by forcing your eyes shut.

*knock, knock, knock*

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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When you open your door, there’s a trail of rose petals adorning the other side of the threshold, leading down the hallway and into the kitchen.

There’s also a flurry of smoke coming from the room, and yuuji’s little “damn, shoot, crap!”’s give his location away. With haste, you toss your bag to the side and dash to the kitchen, covering your mouth and using your free hand to wave the smoke. It’s a miracle the smoke alarm wasn’t going off. “Yuuji!”

“BABE!” He squeaks, jumping nearly a foot in the air with his eyes wide as saucers. “What’re you doing here! You’re not supposed to be home until-“ brown eyes dart to the clock on the oven “….crap.” He pouts, “welcome home.”

You nudge your head towards the plate of… something that was potentially edible at one point, “you wanna talk about it, champ?”

“I thought maybe we could decorate cookies and watch a movie,” he sighs. “But I went to go set up the tv and everything, and then kimchi was barking to go for a walk and I completely forgot to turn off the oven, and yeah I’m glad the house isn’t ash by now but I’m still bummed I burned them-“

“Honey, baby,” you soothe, making your way over to him and gently cupping his cheeks. You smile and kiss his nose, “first of all- hi. I missed you. I love you. Number two, we can put frosting on some Oreos or something, don’t sweat it. I’m just flattered you thought of doing anything, and I’m super glad that you and our dog are safe.”

This, finally, has him perking up, and you can see the excitement brewing once again, “of course!! I asked Fushiguro for a cookie recipe and everything! I wanted to do something special for you!”

Your brows raise and you take one of the charred cookies, “made these yourself?” To make him feel even better, you take a bite out of the burned treat, chewing it nonchalantly while the taste of smoke bites your tastebuds.

It’s arguably one of the most disgusting things you’ve assaulted your sensory with, but you try to keep it from showing too much as you chew. Even through the crunch of char, you can somehow taste cinnamon and sugar.

You can also taste the love and attention he put into this, how excited he was to make you something to enjoy, rather than buying you something- which he also does frequently, but the homemade treat more than makes up for potentially not getting you one this Valentine’s Day.

“I love you,” you hum, swallowing before angling your face up to kiss him. He happily reciprocates the kiss, and from the living room, you hear the jingle of a dog collar trot towards you.

“I love you too,” he assures, leaning down to take a bite of the cookie in your hand.

He chews briefly before his face drops in disgust.

“Oh. Wow.”

You giggle, “not your best work.”

“Yeah that awful, don’t eat that.”

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 4 months

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✧Summary~teyam teases his stepsis while you two are having a movie night with friends😉

✧Warnings~public sex, mentions of alcohol,stepcast, stepbrother!neteyam, stepsister!reader,fingering, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations~ Tanhì- star,bioluminescent freckle, Paskalin-honey

It was late,the light of the so called “tv” and the light of the bonfire being the only thing surrounding you and your friends. Lo’ak was the one to bring up the idea to have a “movie night”, once he explained it to everyone else(and also told them he’d bring drinks) they were down to come with. Everyone was laughing and talking freely, just letting the alcohol flow through their bodies as they waited for your stepbrother to set everything up.

“Want some company?” You ask Neteyam, looking down at him with a soft smile. He looks up at you with a smile,lifting up the big fluffy blanket so you can lay next to him. “Of course, paskalin.” The name making your smile widen and stomach flutter. Once you get comfortable he slides a pillow under your head, making you giggle at his actions.

“What?” He asks through a laugh, ears perked up at attention. You smile softly, his clueless expression making your heart beat rapidly. “You’re just the best teyam.” You say while instinctively moving closer to him. “Yeah, I know” he says sarcastically, making you elbow his ribs softly.

“Alright! You guys ready?” Lo’ak says as he shuts the lights off and presses a button that starts the movie. He lays down next to tsireya before sitting back up,“And you guys better not talk or I swear to god-ow! The fuck bro?” He glares at spider, who interrupted him by throwing a pillow at him. “Why do you act like you won’t be talkin 5 minutes into this?” He taunts as he leans back a crosses his arms, making kiri and the rest of the group giggle.

He rolls his eyes at spider,“Bro that’s not even true, why are you lying?” He claps back quickly, already picking a fight.

“So what are you doing right now, lo’ak?” You ask, making him get silent real quick. The groups laughs at this, leaving lo’ak a pouting mess next to tsireya who was pulling him so he can lay back down.

The movie that’s playing seemed like a horror movie, since the scene that was on showed the killer walking around the main character’s house. The tense music made you play with your fingers anxiously, and your body gets stiff with nerves.

Noticing this, neteyam lets out a soft chuckle, “Tanhì..” he says as he pulls you into his chest softly, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You know I got you. No need to be scared” he says quietly, placing his chin on the top of your head.

The new position made your nerves die down, but also made you realize how much of his body was touching yours, his legs tangled in yours, his hand on your arm, his toned chest touching your back. It made heat spread all over your body.

To get away from the feeling, you shift your hips back slightly. Making neteyam groan lowly. The noise going straight to your now leaking pussy.

He smiles once he inhales that sweet, flowery smell of yours he loved so much. Already knowing what’s got you so excited.

Glancing down at you heatedly, he lets his hands roam over your body, eventually finding comfort on your hips. “Mhm tahni.. what are you thinking about that’s got you so pent up?” He says lowly, nibbling at your ear gently.

Thoughts aren’t even a thing for you at this point, too distracted by the throbbing in your needy cunt. He grinds his hips into you softly, making you snap back into reality.

Your hands fly to his wrists before you look up at him.“Teyam, we shouldn’t… it’s not right.” He raises his brows at this, before leaning back slightly to look at you. “Yeah? If you really think that, then why can I always smell how much that pretty pussy leaks whenever I’m around you?” He states, leaving you dumbstruck. Because you know he’s right.

Ever since he stopped looking like the little boy you remembered so fondly and more like the man he is now, you’ve been silently drooling over him. Everything he does makes you crazy, but guilty at the same time. Because it wasn’t right in anyway. It was so incredibly wrong. But the way his hands felt on you felt so right. The way your bodies melted together felt so right. He felt so right.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought” He taunts as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, untying the knot in your loincloth swiftly.

Your arousal hits him like a wave, making him growl in your ear lowly. “Fuck tanhì, must want me to fuck you infront of everyone huh?” His accent getting thicker and voice getting husky the more his fingers slide up and down your slit.

You cover your mouth quickly, not wanting to get caught. Not when you’ve been waiting this long for him to finally make a move.

He rubs gentle circles on your clit, making you bite the inside of your palm and throw your hips back into his buldge. “Don’t make any noise, alright tanhì?” He warns, placing his hand over your mouth before slowly sliding a finger into your aching pussy.

You moan at the stretch just one of his fingers gave you, making you even more nervous for the eventual stretch of his cock. Your noise was covered up by the loudness of the movie, so you were safe from getting caught. but it didn’t fail to slip past lo’aks ears.

You place both of your hands on your stepbrothers wrist for support, eyes getting teary from having to keep your pretty nosies in.

He kisses your temple gently as he increases his pace, curling his finger into your sweet spot and rubbing circles on your clit. Making you whine pathetically. “Neteyam..” you complain, your pussy begging for another finger. “Shshhh, baby sis, let me take care of you.” He coos, sliding another finger in and pressing his thumb on your clit harder.

You shove your face into the bed below you, holding his hand desperately as you feel your high approaching. He smirks at your trembling form, leaning down to lick and kiss at your tender skin. “Awh tanhì..can’t handle your big brother’s fingers inside of you? Mm, what a shame~” he mumbles lowly, thrusting his fingers deeper into your pussy.

The squelching of your leaking cunt gets louder the more he goes on, letting him know you were close. The others were completely unaware of what you two were doing, too focused in the movie to care.

You turn your head slightly, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Teyam I’m gonna-“ you try to warn him, but he already knows. Reading your body like a book.“I know baby, want you to cum all over my fingers.”

You almost let out a moan as you cum, but that was silenced by Neteyam kissing you greedily. He slows his pace once you finally relax, and your high is ridden out.

You both pant quietly when the kiss is broken, looking at each other heatedly. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, making you whimper at the loss of them. He brings them to his mouth. Licking your slick off greedily.

You watch the whole thing with half lidded eyes, the sight making your pussy throb needily and face heat up. “Mhm baby sis, we should’ve done that sooner.” He says with a shit eating grin on his face, making you roll your eyes.

He leans down to give you a passionate kiss before leaving a trail towards your ear. “Can’t wait to see how many ways I can break you, tahni.” He growls lowly into your ear. Making you whimper softly.

He leans away from you right when the lights turn back on, but his hands never leave your body. “So? Did you guys like it?” Lo’ak says to the group, all of them giving their opinions all at once. “Mhm yeah, it was definitely too scary for y/n though, she had her face covered the whole time” Lo’ak teases you, but the look in his eye told you he knew why you were really hiding your face.

“Yeah, she kept grabbing me whenever there was a jumpscare. She’s such a baby.” Neteyam adds on further, the smirk on his face telling you that you were in for it once it was just the two of you.

A/N~ late post but yall are gettin fed!! Half proofread this so if there’s any errors lmk. Stay safe and hydrated bbys🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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barbiiecams · 2 months

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Hi. Your blog is so cute. Drew dating a soft princess (headcanon style, if you can): lots of soft moments ✨

thx

softie

drew starkey x reader. & awee thank you so mucchhh! and thank you for this cute request!

• being drew’s gf as softie would be the cutest and easiest life ever omg

• not to mention he’s a softie himself most times

• it’s pet names everyday fs

• honey, sweetheart, baby, sunshine, love

• a big one would be bunny

• that name probably started off as a joke but u seemed to like it and he thought it was adorable

• the amount of forehead kisses you would receive in a day oml

• i promise u like at any moment he’s def kissing your head, and sometimes even your cheek

• he loves real kisses more tho don’t play

• and he’s so ughhh after them

• “you’re lips are so soft baby” LIKEEEE

• there’s times where you’ll just crawl into his lap and make him hold you

• “bad day?”

• “no, just wanna be with you.”

• but when it is a bad day, you’ll totally forget about it once your with him again

• he could have such a long day himself too, but as long as you’re feeling good that won’t even matter to him

• after his long day of filming, he’d start cooking dinner for you

• no matter how hard you’ll try to help him or protest against it, he continues

• “i feel bad just let me helppp!”

• “no, go relax sweetheart.”

• he doesn’t let you lift a fingerrrr around that house okkkkay

• you’re practically royalty around him it’s insane

• he cherishes every moment with you together no matter what it is

• even if your just laying on him, watching a movie while he strokes your back and leaves kisses on your face (he does this quite often mhm mhm !)

• it could be as simple as you guys gardening on the first day of spring

• he’ll do anything with you if it makes you happy. as long as he can see you smile? trust he’s planning it

• his love language would be acts of service but eventually also become quality time (could you tell lol???)

• and yours is definitely physical touch too cus you just want to be up under him like alwaysssss

• he’ll never complain either, like touchin you is his main way of knowing you’re always with him

• if you’re in the car together with other people and he’s in the passenger seat, his hand is reaching back to touch your ankle cus you just love that so much and so does heee

• you’ll try and tease him for being clingy as if you’re not 10x clingier 😭

• and omg

• he is not EVERRRR letting you get hurt

• when you accidentally cut yourself by chopping up a a cucumber or something, he’s treating it like you just chopped it off

• “you gotta be more careful, babe.” he says while he kisses your bandaged finger (that he made sure to wrap securely and carefully!!!)

• he’s also the king of compliments when it comes to you

• while you’re applying more lipgloss and using your phone as a mirror, he’ll reach over and click the button that takes a picture of you.

• like boy.

• “andddd you did that for what?”

• “cus you’re beautiful.”

• he’ll text you out of nowhere with it too

• and he lovesss taking pictures with that camera of his

• you’re in the mountains with him, on a picnic date! (you brought up the idea of how beautiful it would be and he planned it ofc awe)

• you’d be in your natural little cute state, ina pink sundress lookin pretty

• he’s snapping like a million pictures of you

• at one point you’d try and hide yourself in his chest

• “stoppp” cus why is he making u so nervous on purpose 🙄

• “i have to. i’ve got the worlds cutest girlfriend!”

• you’re so vulnerable around him and he loves that because it shows you can really trust him!

• but he hates to see you upset

• if you’re crying in his arms, he’s rocking you back and forth and whispering sweet things to you

• “i know honey, it’s okay. everything will be okay i promise.” he’d say while rubbing your back. “let it out baby, im right here. don’t worry.”

• then he’s gonna get to the bottom of the issue when you’re done

• cus who tf makin his baby cry??

• but moral of the story is you can’t get enough of him at alll

• like look at him 😍😍

• he can’t get enough of you either

• it’s perfect fr

• he loves you sooo much !! <333

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skzsauce01 · 5 months

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What Was I Made For

Synopsis: College is hard, but it's even worse when you're a pre-med student and it's even, even worse when you don't want to go into medicine. Fortunately, the ghost that haunts your apartment is more kind, more annoying, and more helpful than you ever thought possible. College AU, ghost AU.

Warning: alcohol, bad parental relationship, mentions of death

Word Count: 6.2k

Pairing: f!reader x ghost!Kim Seungmin

A/N: Good luck with exams and classes!

“Honey, I’m home,” you call. The handles of the reusable grocery bag you picked up from a club booth at the beginning of the semester are already starting to fall apart, so you’re forced to flip on the light switch with your shoulder blades. You glare at Seungmin, who is lounging on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Could you at least pretend to help?”

“What’s the point? I can’t even eat whatever you bought.”

You sigh and set down your haul onto the tiny kitchen island that doubles as a dining table. When you make a big production of taking out your groceries, Seungmin still doesn’t look up. Despite his inability to eat food, he usually shows some interest, if only to judge your snack choices.

On the counter, bananas in a plastic produce bag to prevent fruit flies, and a new roll of paper towels. On the top shelf of the fridge, a tub of Greek yogurt that Seungmin makes fun of you for liking. Assorted salad mixes in the crisper. A whole rotisserie chicken and a carton of eggs on the middle shelf. In the cabinet goes a party-sized bag of barbeque chips, a pack of chocolate chip cookies you don’t want to discuss how much you paid for, and a box of protein bars.

You take the last item out of the bag and hide it behind your back. You hover over Seungmin. “Guess what I got?”

“A bag of potatoes that will grow spuds because you can’t finish them all.”

“That was one time! Try again.”

He guesses wrong again and again, so after the fifth attempt, you hold your prize in front of his eyes. “A better vegetable peeler, just like you told me to. Are you proud of me?”

For a moment, his sullen eyes brighten at the memory of you struggling with your old peeler. He watched with great amusement as the flimsy blade repeatedly got caught on carrot skin and you grew more infuriated with each catch. In the end, you gave up and ate the skin, fuming with each bite of your meal. Seungmin laughed so hard, you thought he would lose control of his physical form and slip through the floor.

He sighs, all of the joy escaping through his lips. “Yeah, sure. Sorry, it’s just one of those days.”

“We all have them. Hey, why don’t we do something tonight? I’m done studying, so we can watch a movie or play Mario Kart or something.” You plaster a smile on your face. “Fun, right?”

“You’re never gonna get into med school if this is how you work.”

Despite his admonishments, he sits up and swings his legs off the couch to make room for you. He didn’t choose an activity so Mario Kart it is. You leave your peeler on the coffee table and grab your joycons. When you flop beside him, tossing the blue one in his lap, he grumbles as he’s jostled around.

“I don’t even wanna go to med school,” you remind him. He already knows since it’s all you complain about these days as the MCAT draws closer, but that’s never stopped you from repeating yourself.

“Wow, what a problem. I’d die to go to med school.”

Without thinking, you snort. “Too late for that.”

Seungmin has been dead for nearly two years. The old apartment complex burned down in an electrical fire, and due to the housing demand in the area, the university quickly built a new one in its place. Sure, you suspected it was probably haunted, but rent was on the cheaper side, especially for a single room, so you moved in and learned about your unofficial roommate during your first night. You thought you were going to faint when you saw a stranger leaning over your stack of practice books, and you thought you were going to be killed when he simply said, “I was also pre-med.”

“Sorry,” you meekly say. Why is the Mario Kart music so cheerful? It would be worse if it was sad, but the upbeat tune just makes your mistake more poignant. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he interjects. “Doesn’t matter. You better not pick Birdo this time.”

While you normally would have fought him six ways from Sunday for Birdo, you choose Yoshi instead and pick his favorite circuit to start off the night. He makes no comment about your sudden generosity, but you both know the reason. There’s no such thing as pity in this household, but apologies are aplenty.

When you come back from your anatomy lab the following day, whatever guilt you felt is gone when Seungmin holds up your pack of cookies with a disapproving look. You must have forgotten to put it back in the cabinet before you left. Either that or Seungmin rummaged around your belongings when the roommate contract stated that he could not and would not.

“You seriously paid for these?” he says.

“They’re good! And artisan,” you huff as you snatch the package from his hands. You hope you didn’t crush any cookies in the process. “I support small businesses.”

“They haven’t been a small business or artisan in, like, twenty years. How did the cat dissection go?”

You reach for an overpriced cookie and snap off a piece with more force than necessary. “Fine. A little gross, but I guess I’m used to that by now. You wanna see the pictures I took?”

He tries to feign nonchalance, but his body seems more substantial, less ghost-like as you scroll through your camera roll. Even though he oohs and aahs at the most inappropriate images—you really don’t think the digestive structures of a cat deserve that much admiration—you can’t help but smile. He hasn’t looked or sounded this lively in weeks. You thought it might have been your snark rubbing off of him, but he always has a biting remark at the ready, remedied only with his good-natured demeanor. Of course, that demeanor has been slowly crumbling, so to see him be his usual self again feels good.

Satisfied, he lets you take your phone back. “Sometimes I miss lab. I hated doing the lab reports though; have fun with that.”

And just like that, your happiness goes out. “That’s tomorrow’s problem. I should study before work. You wanna help me out? I hate physics.”

Look, if your roommate were a pre-med student, had unlimited time, and no other obligations, you would force them to help you study, too. Plus, Seungmin loves MCAT practice, so it’s a win-win.

To your surprise, he doesn’t jump at the opportunity like he typically does. Under normal circumstances, he would be scouring the living room for where he last left his flashcards. Instead, he says, “Why don’t you take a break?”

“A break? You, of all people, suggest that I take a break when you were just telling me about my bad study habits? Who are you, and what have you done with Seungmin?”

He rolls his eyes. “I didn’t realize you wanted to do physics that badly.”

“I don’t. This is weird from you though.” However, after a moment of contemplation: “Whatever. Pick a show to watch. I’m gonna draw.”

He selects House because he’s still Seungmin after all. This is the show that inspired him to go into medicine, and is, as he’s mentioned many times before, “the greatest show on the planet.” It’s entertaining, you admit, and you do like seeing all of the obscure medical cases Dr. Gregory House solves, but it’s a grim reminder of your parents’ dreams for you. With the dialogue of the characters echoing in your head, you sketch a frog sitting on top of a stack of pancakes. You initially bought your tablet for note taking, but it really is much better as a tool for art.

“It’s always animals, plants, or dessert now,” Seungmin remarks, craning his head to get a better view while you continually pull your screen away. “What happened to your big fantasy pieces?”

“Rule one: no looking until I say so. Rule two: no questions unless I say so. Remember?”

He ignores you. “You used to do a lot of those things when you first moved in. With the crazy landscapes, guys with abs in crop tops, cat-ear ladies with fancy dresses, villains who you definitely wanted to—”

“I get it!” Your face is blazing. He makes your artistic—purely artistic—interests sound so much worse than they are. “I’ve just been busy with life, so I don’t have time to work on them anymore. Anyway, animals, plants, and desserts are cute.” In a smaller voice, you add, “And they make me happy.”

Just like pictures of a flayed cat makes him happy.

He goes quiet and lets Dr. House fill the air. While he pretends to be engrossed in the show, you turn back to your sketch to fix your frog’s eyes to be less downcast. No sad frogs allowed.

You don’t remember exactly when the dread began, but you do distinctly remember glancing over the syllabus for your genetics course and wanting to collapse. Each item was manageable by itself, but the totality of the class, of your future classes, of your future hurtled at you at full force. For so long, you convinced yourself you could do it. You would complain the whole time, but at the end, you would be addressed as ‘Doctor’ and you would be happy. Your parents would be happy, so you would be happy and realize that it was all worth it.

Even if you cried every night, it would be worth it.

You took a deep breath, looked at the list of assigned textbooks, and pulled out your credit card. You went through more dire situations than this stupid course. This would be easy enough.

Two weeks after the art fiasco, you finally test out your new vegetable peeler on potatoes. Your friend gave you five for free since she was having trouble finishing the large amount she bought. While you stand over the sink, humming a song your neighbor has been practicing for the past week, Seungmin is hunched over the coffee table, doing something secretive with flashcards. He’s been working on a new set of them since the art fiasco, which makes no sense since you have a perfect set of a thousand that you bought online. But no, he has been toiling day and night to create handmade ones. You don’t even want to know where he got the supplies.

Well, you already know where and how, but if your neighbors come knocking, you know nothing.

In fear that you’ll “ruin the surprise,” you have been forbidden from even stepping foot onto the living room carpet. Really, there’s no point because you can get a glimpse if you lean across the island. Nevertheless, you keep your eyes on the growing pile of potato skins. You have five potatoes worth of fries to make.

Ten minutes later, when you have moved onto slicing, Seungmin declares that he’s done. He places the baking sheet you left on the island onto a chair and triumphantly sets down his masterpiece.

When you pick up the topmost one, you can’t help but smile. Alongside the words “absolute threshold” is a cartoon rabbit with alert ears. Tiny music notes are dotted on the top edge of the card.

“To make your studies less stressful,” he says.

You don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re always some degree of stressed but nevertheless thank him. The flashcards are adorable, even if Seungmin’s drawing skills aren’t the best. “Newton’s first law” has an indistinguishable creature kicking a ball, and “law of independent assortment” features some of the strangest plants you have ever seen.

“I love them.”

“What do you think of my art skills? Better than you, right?”

You laugh and turn back to your cutting board. “You should’ve considered art school instead of med school. Professional artist Seungmin,” you muse. “I can see you in galleries and museums.”

“Don’t forget the history textbooks. Why didn’t you consider art school? You would be perfect for video games or something.”

For some time, you did consider art school. You spent the first two years of high school daydreaming about sitting behind an easel, translating a model’s likeness onto paper. Perennial paint splatters on your jeans, permanent charcoal stains on your fingers—that was the only way you wanted to study human anatomy.

“My parents. You know how it is. Can you season the fries in the bowl?”

While Seungmin dumps copious amounts of salt, pepper, and whatever random spices he picked from the cabinet, you reflect on your teenage self. A part of you knew that drawing would only be a hobby, but another part kept hoping your parents would come around. When Hyunjin’s parents announced he was going to study chemistry, your mom wondered why he didn’t choose art when he was such a good artist. In fact, half the neighborhood, whose children went into STEM fields one way or another, were shocked he chose chemistry. Of course, if their own kids had opted for non-STEM majors, they would have been livid. Just like your parents had been.

“Did you ever think about not going into medicine?” you ask as you add more potato slices into the bowl.

He adds a swirl of oil to the mix. “No. It’s all I ever wanted to do. I volunteered at the hospital in high school, got an internship at a clinic here. I was studying for the MCAT and then…”

And then the university’s outdated housing killed him. It sounds horrific when phrased like that, but it’s more truthful than “Promising Young Pre-med Student Kim Seungmin Dead After Apartment Fire,” as the city newspaper headlined. His student ID photo smiled earnestly at readers, and a recent picture showed him posing in a lab coat.

It hits you then. Seungmin is dead. You knew this logically; you saw the articles, passed by the vigil, and signed the student letter demanding better accommodations. Then you forgot his existence until you applied to live in this building and when he appeared in your bedroom, you forgot about his death. Despite witnessing him walk through walls and tiptoeing around his deceased status, Seungmin has never really been dead to you. He’s your roommate who sleeps in the living room, your study partner who loves all things related to biology, or your friend. He’s too alive to be anything else.

“Did you preheat the oven?” he asks, breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your body went on autopilot, and now the baking sheet is covered in pale potato sticks.

You glance at the dark oven and head over to do what you should’ve done twenty minutes ago. “My bad.”

“You’re the one eating these. Can you even finish all this?”

It’s far too much, but what else were you going to do with five potatoes on the verge of going bad? You suppose you could have not accepted them from your friend. “I can try?” you say, more to convince yourself than him. “I’m no coward.”

��Really? Then why do you hide when we watch horror movies?”

“That’s different. Mario Kart while we wait?”

“I call Birdo.”

Despite his declaration, you’re the one playing Birdo while he settles for Waluigi. Seungmin gloats when he hits you with a red shell, laughs when you fall off the track, and celebrates when he gets first place. He’s practically corporeal, alight with hopes and dreams you wish were your own, but he’s only the echo of the past. Meanwhile, blood flows through your veins and oxygen into your lungs, yet you’re stuck in a potential future you don’t even want.

At the end of fall, between your human biology midterm and that stupid philosophy paper, you break. It’s during one of your MCAT practice exams, so you at least can cry at your desk. You can’t even cry without guilt; your mind immediately starts trying to reread the problem you’re stuck on through your tears, as if trigonometry will solve your crisis.

It feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest. Every time you think you’ve calmed down enough to begin again, another wave of sobs overcomes you. Just holding your pencil makes your throat tighten.

“Are you okay?” Seungmin’s voice is slightly muffled by your bedroom door, but you doubt that a thin piece of wood concealed your cries.

You choke out, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“... No.”

You swing open your door with sardonic fanfare, spreading your arms like a ringmaster. Seungmin makes no comment about your swollen eyes or your sniffles. You almost wish he had.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks. He takes a tentative step into your room, and when you nod, he lets himself fully in. It’s been several months since he’s last been inside. Unmade bed, cluttered nightstand, paper-strewn desk—nothing much has changed. He sits on your chair, resting an arm on top of the throw blanket you’ve thrown over the back.

“I don’t know what there is to talk about,” you say after a moment of silence. “I hate class, I hate work, I hate my life. A breakdown has been long overdue.”

You stare at the floor, afraid to meet his gaze now that he’s seen you like this. Ever since you discovered Seungmin, you’ve crafted the perfect blasé attitude to accommodate your new living circumstances. He leaves you alone sometimes and stays cordoned off in the shared spaces to give you privacy, but you don’t break apart in your apartment for good reason. You’re open and raw like a bloody wound. Will he want to patch you up with bandaids, or will he pick and prod?

Pick and prod, you pray. Make some flippant remark about how easy you have it, how he wishes he could be in your position instead. Because if he does, then the situation must not be that bad.

Softly, Seungmin says, “What can I do to help?”

Your heart drops to your stomach. “I don’t know… I should probably get back to studying anyway.”

“Really? Are you serious?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” you snap. Seungmin at least has the decency to look sheepish. “The MCAT’s in July, and I don’t even understand half the things I’m supposed to know. I’m barely getting C’s in philosophy and art history because of it. That’s so humiliating.”

“Have you thought about, you know, not going to med school?”

A harsh laugh rips out of your throat. “Every single day. But it’s too late. I’ve already wasted four years, so what’s another four?” That doesn’t even include residency.

“You’d hate it.”

“Story of my life.”

The room goes quiet. Maybe you were too severe with your words, but how else do you explain it?

“What if you became a medical illustrator?” he abruptly suggests. “You’d know exactly how to draw everything. It’s perfect for you. And it’s still STEM-related.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s in STEM. Your parents laid out your options very clearly: doctor or disappointment. Some career choices were less disappointing than others, but they would still be disappointments.

“I need to study,” you say.

He stands up from your rightful seat at your desk. Softly, so very softly, he says, “I’ll let you get back to it then.”

“Thank you.”

He shuts the door behind him and leaves you with your despair. True to your word, you return to your practice exam, this time without crying. Your mouth is dry the entire session, but you don’t dare drink any water in fear that rehydration will trigger your tears. It’s stupid but keeps you holding on.

When you check your answers and review terminology, you refer to the set of flashcards Seungmin made for you. He didn’t expect you to use them, but his drawings have helped you better memorize the definitions. You shuffle through them, occasionally trying to figure out the relationship between whatever Seungmin drew and the word written. Other times—but not enough for your liking—you know exactly what they mean.

The rabbit from “absolute threshold” stares at you with lopsided eyes, and Mendel’s warped pea plants grow beneath your fingers. The whole world blurs.

A month after move-in, after too many beers and barbeque chips, you asked Seungmin, “Why do you haunt only me? You can travel through the whole building, but you’re only ever here.”

He gestures at the room with a sweeping flourish. “This used to be my apartment. Sort of. They changed the floor plan, but this is the approximate location of where I lived, so when you moved in, it felt like fate.”

“Ah, a med school sufferer to keep you company.”

He laughs, but it sounds insincere. “How drunk are you right now?”

You glance at the row of empty cans you lined up on the counter. One, two, three, four, five. Five and a half, if you count the one in your hand. “Pretty drunk, I think.”

“So you won’t remember what I tell you, right?”

“Probably not,” you lie. “What is it?”

With a sad smile on his face, he says, “I haunt you because it’s like seeing someone live the life I could’ve had. Would’ve had.”

Your outburst doesn’t go forgotten, but you and Seungmin dance around the topic with the grace of a seasoned ballerina. You show him your grocery hauls, he scolds you for buying expensive cookies. The two of you play Overcooked instead of Mario Kart and pretend that Overcooked will strengthen your friendship instead destroy it even further. Seungmin is really bad, embarrassingly so.

“Are you going to the party this weekend?” he asks as he drops onions all over the floor. There’s no health department in the game.

“I would ask you to be more specific,” you say, “but we both know I’m not going to any parties. Go chop the onions.”

“You need friends.”

“I have friends. Who do you think keeps us giving us potatoes?”

He scoffs. “That’s not a friend. That’s an enemy. We need more dishes.”

While you wash a stack of dirty dishes, Seungmin dashes between prepping ingredients and watching the timer on the soups. As expected, he doesn’t take the pot off the stovetop quick enough, and soon enough the whole kitchen is in flames. You scream at him to get the fire extinguisher, he wades through the sea of onions, and the level ends with a single gold star.

You set your joycon down and lean your head back. “Three stars or nothing” is your motto when playing Overcooked, but perhaps you can make an exception for Seungmin.

“Why’d you ask me about a party?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Seems like a college student thing to ask. And a college student thing to do. Go to parties, I mean.”

“Not for us.” You stretch your arms and legs out, knocking your socked feet against the coffee table. “When have you ever seen me willingly leave the apartment?”

“Never,” he admits, “but you should enjoy your youth.”

Whatever mutual agreement you thought you and Seungmin had does not exist. You have long known that you would have to sacrifice your twenties for your future. There would be good moments among your struggles, but so many of your memories would be of test prep and studying. As your parents so eloquently put it, “You can draw after you retire.”

“That’s funny coming from you,” you say. You wave a hand in front of his face and observe the way his eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you really Seungmin?”

“Do you know any other ghosts?”

“Do you actually regret dedicating so much time to studying?”

“No. I mean, I went out when I could, but you…” He mindlessly thumbs the buttons of the controller as he tries to find his words. “Well, maybe I do a little bit, but it was fulfilling. Or was going to be anyway. You’re miserable. I’ve never seen you without dark circles or eye bags.”

How needlessly observant of him. “Thanks. It’s the quintessential college look.”

“Take care of yourself.” He raises his joycon and nods at the TV. “Let’s go again. Three stars only.”

And just like that, you and Seungmin go back to pretending as if everything is fine, like the last few minutes were idle chatter about the weather. You yell instructions at him, and he retorts back with something snarky; all is well.

You suppose you should have realized why Seungmin asked you such out-of-character questions two weeks ago. Death anniversaries don’t typically go onto your calendar, but you could have made an exception for Seungmin. How did you forget? As you walk down the stairs, a wave of guilt washes over you.

The annual university-held vigil occurs on campus, but the apartment complex has their own small affair in the courtyard. Framed photos of the victims huddle together at the base of a half-wall. Already, there are several flowers and notes strewn about, and you add your own carnation to the pile. You have a note as well, and it burns your hand as you debate whether to leave it or not.

Twelve people died that night. “Only” twelve, as some papers reiterated. Twelve out of three hundred doesn’t seem too horrific given the state of the fire, but that’s still twelve people dead. Plenty more got injured trying to escape, and they aren’t honored at this memorial. The living don’t get commemorated—they live with the memories of the day, and that’s remembrance enough for the public.

“Hey.”

No one else is around, so you say, “Hey,” back to Seungmin. He disappeared for a few hours, and you assumed he would be gone until sunrise. In the days leading up to his death anniversary, he has grown increasingly depressed, looking vacantly out the window and mouthing words to himself. You idiotically thought he was just having one of those days.

“How are you holding up?” you ask.

“Fine, I guess. Good turn out this year,” he remarks as he kneels down to pick through the gifts. “The construction workers didn’t even show up to work because of superstition or something.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, it’s just…” You wave the folded notebook paper in your hand. Maybe you should’ve bought some stationery after all. “Read this later. I’ll see you whenever.”

You gently place it beside your carnation, return back to your apartment, and lock yourself inside your room. It’s too quiet, and you’re too restless. Your head tells you to do practice problems to burn off your energy, but all you’ve been doing as of late is listen to your head.

As you sketch an anatomical heart—underneath a completely necessary and painstakingly accurate rendering of a male torso—your bones say that this is right.

To Kim Seungmin, a star that went out too soon—

You deserved so much more than this. I don’t even know what else to say because nothing feels more appropriate.

I’m living in your old apartment—where it used to be, at least—and I can’t help but feel that I’m living the life you should have had. Sometimes I can feel your presence when I’m studying. I can hear you reciting definitions and shuffling flashcards. When I’m really losing my mind, I can see you sitting on the couch watching House episodes with me. It’s comforting and terrifying.

You already know this, but I don’t want to go to med school. I hate it and I hate being a disappointment to my parents, but I hate being a disappointment to you the most. You should be in my place, so I thought I should try and complete your dream for you at the very least. I’m already miserable, so I should make the most of it. For a while, I thought this would make you happy, but it’s been making you sad and worried recently. I thought if I could make you happy, then it would be worth it, but I’m realizing it’s not, but I’m too scared to leave this path. Sometimes I don’t know who I am without med school looming over me, and it

I wish we would’ve met earlier. You’re an amazing person, full of light and kindness. The world is darker without you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done and for everything that I didn’t do because you deserve so much better than whatever you’ve been given.

“Do you want to talk?”

Seungmin’s upside down face appears between you and the iPad you have been holding up with both arms. Philosophy review is simultaneously boring and maddening, but you have a final to be studying for. You should’ve started much earlier, but twenty-four hours of cramming has not failed you when it comes to general education elective courses yet.

“Not really,” you say as you push his face out of view. He’s corporeal at the moment, so your hand meets resistance rather than going right through. “I’m busy.”

“Did you apply for a ‘biomedical visualization’ program? That’s a medical illustrator thing, right?”

You don’t need to look at him to know he’s thrilled. Since the memorial, you began looking into medical illustrators as a backup plan. You only meant to learn about the basic requirements, but curiosity got the better of you, and you attended an online informational session. Seungmin overheard bits and pieces because of how thin the walls are, you got cagey when he asked, and he put his endless hours of free time into detective work.

“I didn’t apply. I’m just looking around. Now go away.”

“The living room is a communal space. So you’re considering it then?”

You don’t respond and bring your iPad closer to your eyes. To read the tiny notes on the margins of your classmate’s notes, of course.

Seungmin cackles and claps his hands. “You are! This is good! Why are you so morose?”

“Because you interrupted my studying? I have less than ten hours to cover three months of content.”

“You’re deflecting. Are you worried about your parents?”

“Morose and deflecting,” you murmur. “Two gold stars for your vocabulary usage.”

“Are you?”

You shut your eyes, envisioning the stern faces of your parents when you announce over dinner your plans to spend your life not being a doctor. Their expressions morph from confusion to anger to grim when they realize how serious you are.

Are you serious about this? You’re not even sure yourself. It feels like you’re in high school again, holding onto a shred of hope for a future you aren’t allowed to have.

“What if I lie to them?” you say. “I tell them I got into a school that’s super far away, go there, and return when I’ve firmly established myself as an illustrator or whatever I end up doing. It’ll be too late for them to do anything.”

“That’s one way to do it. But wouldn’t it be better if you were upfront?”

You groan and turn back to your classmate’s notes. What is it like, you wonder, to not be crushed by the weight of approval? What is it like to know you won’t be scorned for your choices? No matter what you do, someone—your parents or Seungmin—will be upset.

“Upset” is a very mild way to describe your parents’ reactions. After six cans of celebratory beer—you passed all of your classes this semester!—you called your parents to tell them good news. Somewhere between the silent congratulations and questions of your home arrival, you blurted out, “I think I’m gonna do biomedical visualization. Medical illustration. Art. It’s still medical-related, but not a doctor.”

And after a lengthy discussion filled with shouting, you’re not allowed to come home this year or ever again. CALL ENDED flashes on your screen, but you grip your phone so tightly you can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. Your whole body is tense, flushed with indignation and shame. No tears come. You expected something like this but nothing to this extreme. Their words echo in your ears.

Ungrateful. Selfish. Disgrace.

Logically, you know you’re none of those things, but you can’t help but feel they’re at least a little bit right. You sink into your desk chair and wait for the inevitable knock on your door. To step out of your own accord would be mortifying.

“Are you okay?” asks Seungmin.

“I’ve been disowned in every way except legally,” you answer as you let him inside your room. “What do you think?”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s…”

It’s not fine, but your mouth started saying so by default. You perch on the edge of your bed and stare at the stack of practice books that have been untouched for two days on your dresser. They would belong better under your bed where they’ll be out of sight.

Suddenly insecure, you ask, “You’re not gonna leave me, right? You’ll still help me peel potatoes and let me know when my artisan cookies are on sale?”

He chuckles. “The only way you can get away from me is by moving or by graduating. I’ll be here. Instead of nagging you to study, I’ll critique your anatomy.”

“That’s against the rules.” Nevertheless, you smile at the thought of Seungmin hyperfixed at your artistic renderings and comparing them against pictures from a textbook. “Thanks.”

Seungmin smiles back, and he radiates so much warmth that you forget it’s winter.

EPILOGUE

“Honey, I’m home,” you call.

You nearly trip over the door sill in your heels but catch yourself in time. Wearing heels to commencement is a bad idea for more reasons than one. Clutching your friend’s graduation bouquet, you flip on the light switch with the back of your hand and glance over your apartment. Other than the dozens of boxes scattered across the living room and kitchen, nothing else belongs to you; goodbye coffee table you stubbed your toes against too many times; goodbye peeling school-issued couch. You half-expected to see Seungmin lying on it, staring at the ceiling like he used to.

“Seungmin, where are you?” When he doesn’t answer, you try again. “Anyone home?”

You wander around the small apartment, checking behind doors and furniture like you’re playing hide-and-seek. He’s nowhere to be found, and you go through the apartment again in a frenzy. He could be in a different part of the building, but he always knows when you’re looking for him.

“Where are you? Seungmin, this isn’t funny! I know you can hear me.”

It takes twenty minutes, but you eventually realize he’s gone for good. No goodbyes, no hugs, no teasing—he just waved you off to your ceremony and shut the front door. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help you move out, but you thought he would still be here when you returned. He researched additional art classes for you, suggested works for your portfolio, and consoled you whenever you were overwhelmed. It’s a knife to your heart that he’s not here.

In between tears that you don’t allow to fall from your eyes, you carry your boxes of belongings to your car. You have a new place to call home, but two perfectly nice housemates and a dog aren’t good replacements for a ghost who annoyed you from sunrise to sundown.

I hope you find this note eventually. I know we have the rule where I’m not supposed to go through your belongings, but since we’re not going to be roommates any longer, I hope you’re not too mad. Completely unrelated but you’re really good at Mario Kart. So good. Birdo was designed specifically for you.

Congratulations on graduating. You’ve worked hard this year. Could have worked harder sometimes but you did it! Relax a bit during your gap year and enjoy your youth. Those art classes will be easy for you. Biomed visualization will be easy after pre-med studies.

Stop rolling your eyes and sighing. You know I’m right.

I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I know you wanted it, but I don’t think I could have handled it. The truth is that I was ready to go a couple months ago when you started compiling your portfolio. For two years, I didn’t know why I was still here. At first, I thought my unfinished business was about the circumstances of my death. (Stop wincing. I’m dead. It’s a fact.) Then the administration stepped up. They did the bare minimum, to be honest, but at least changes were made. When you turned up, I thought I was supposed to fulfill my dream of going to med school. Turns out, I still have no idea what exactly why I was here, but seeing you live the life you want and choose the future you want makes me feel like business is finished.

To L/N Y/N, a star that will keep shining for decades to come—

I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done so far. There are so many opportunities waiting out there for you, so don’t be afraid to take any chances. I’ll be with you always.

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LOVE AT HARRYWEEN

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"Is it beetlejuice?"

"Nope, It's not."

You were currently trying to get your boyfriend to fold and tell you his costume for his very own fancy dress party, Harryween. However, your plan wasn't working because no matter how hard you insisted, he kept refusing to tell you.

"Come on baby, give a little hint at least," you pleaded again, giving him your best puppy eyes. "It's going to make you horny, that's the hint," he sent a wink your way and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you knew he wasn't lying, whatever he put on was going to make you go all horny and flustered.

"That's barely a hint, you know whatever you do makes everyone horny," and before he could give you another cocky remark, you continued "Besides, I showed you my costume weeks ago, It's only fair that I get to see yours too." you got closer yo him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist, and the look he gave you made you think that we was enjoying watching you get impatient.

“You let me see your costume because you’re a doll and you love me,” he grabbed your chin to peck your lips quickly before continuing “Stop being an impatient little thing, honey, just a couple more hours before the show starts.” you rolled your eyes again at your boyfriend’s words, he could blame you for being impatient, but that’s the way you were built.

“Whatever, if you’re not going to tell me I’m going to bribe Lambert into doing it,” you got out of his hold and grabbed turned on your heels, when you felt his hand come in touch with your bum in a playful way, “Good luck with that, sweetheart.” you turned your head and saw the huge smirk on his face.

He was a complete tease.

You decided to get ready at yours and Harry’s LA home instead of Kia Forum’s backstage, you wanted to take time with your makeup and hair so your costume was on point.

For this year, you decided to go as a cheerleader, but your top had “HS” engraved in the front with sequins and beads. It was safe to say that Harry went nuts when you showed it to him.

With your VIP lanyard around your neck and your pom poms in hand you made your way around Kia Forum. You took the opportunity to greet some fans, compliment their costumes, ride the ferris wheel and enjoy the pre show buzz.

When it was time, you made your way to your designated place at the back of the pit, deciding to not stop by backstage and just get the first glimpse of Harry’s costume when he came out on stage, like the rest of the fans.

Lovie: Aren’t you going to stop by to give me a good luck shag xx”

YN: Nope, rockstar. Hurry up we’re all waiting for you

Lovie: You’re a tease. Stay close where I can see you x

You let out a small laugh as you texted your boyfriend, if he had teased you about his costume all week long, it was only fair that you skipped his beloved pre show make out sessions.

To say that your impatience grew by the second was a correct statement, you were dying to see his costume once and for all and cut the mystery, and it was when the melodies from “You’re the one that I want” and you got a glimpse of Sarah’s big Sandy wig that it clicked.

He was going to be Danny Zuko, your lifetime crush from your favorite movie, Grease.

And then he made his appearance on stage, with his proper Danny Zuko hair, leather jacket, eyeliner and black jeans.

You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to give him the post show shag of his life.

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 10 months

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Family Feud (Preview)

❤️❤️Author's note: A little preview of what's to come. Be prepared! P.S. Idk wtf this edit is I made but chileee, bare with me. xD

Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

“First things first, no shouting answers until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?” he instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire.

“I…well, I-“ he cuts you off again, raising his hand.

“If you don’t understand, you soon will.” He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

“Alright, we’re going to do this decently and in order. Ready?” he asks as you nod.

“Words, baby, words,” he says, awaiting your response.

“Ready.” You say, your heart already starting to pound with nervousness.

He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

“Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa’i. I’m your host, Joe Anoa’i. Welcome to the show. Now we’re gonna get right into it. The top four answers on this answer card are in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours.

A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question.

“Umm….paper?” you say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn’t want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win.

“Great answer Miss Anoa’i. That’s five points on the board and removal of my tie.” He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

“Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, “Clothes!”

He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That’s 14 points and the removal of my jacket.” He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so.

Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn’t a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

“Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me.” He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

“Ummm….hmmm…I don’t know. Uh….oh! A book!” you say excitedly, clapping your hands together.

He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points.

“You’re doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby.” He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket.

You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

“U-um what about….a phone?” you stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me.”

He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

“Umm…food?” you ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be.

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he’d only hoped you’d be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it’d be happening very soon.

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn’t fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you’d do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn’t allow it. That, and the fact that you’d indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved and precise Superman punch to the hand sessions he’s been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

“One more strike, baby, and you’re removing that top.” He says, biting down on his lip.

“Furniture?” you answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

“Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet….……your pussy.” He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that?

“You got it wrong. I’m a little surprised you didn’t get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules……” he demands before licking his lips again.

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you.

“Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?” he questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels.

“Y-yes…..” you stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Next question……..name something people suck on.” He smirks, awaiting your answer.

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nutella on you. | j.jh

pairings. jung jaehyun x fem!reader (ft. johnny & yuta) genre. fluff, romance, angst (if u squint?) warnings. explicit content, minors don't interact, food play, oral (m), implied sex summary. you were pregnant with twins, and cravings are kicking in.

you purred when you woke up. you glanced at the clock; it was already 4 p.m. hmm.. ‘kay! time for snacks. you stood up and went to the body mirror. you admired how big your tummy was. you’re carrying twins. your husband, jaehyun, was in bliss when he found out you’re pregnant with twins. it's been a year since you were married, and you’ve been trying to conceive a child, and finally, you guys made it, making love three times a day, didn’t know you’ll be having two. and, in four months left, you’ll be carrying them in your arms.

you went straight to the kitchen to look for something. when you wake up, you already think of having nutella with a banana. on your disappointment, you didn’t see one in your pantry. you thought of your husband; he’ll be home in an hour from now. you immediately texted him to buy some.

you: hey, honey! would you mind if you could buy me some nutella and bananas? jaehyun: hello to my beautiful wife, mrs. jung! how’s your nap? jaehyun: yeah, sure. i will get it before going home to you. you: i slept for three hours you know. gladly, our babies didn’t do anything complicated to me. you: alright, take care! i love you. jaehyun: i love you more, mi amor.

on the other hand, jaehyun was smiling all through his eyes, showing his deep and cute dimples. he's always excited about going home to you. nothing could complete his every single day without you in his arms. for the five months of your pregnancy, you don't always send off your husband to work every morning due to morning sickness. it always makes you awful.

but jaehyun never forgets to bring you on dates, travels with you. to spend time with you even though he has lots of work on his hand, and he always makes you feel loved every day. he always brings you your favorite flowers, tulips & lavender, with or without any occasion. well, he is treating you like a queen, pampering you every day. you're his other half, the only person he's inlove and growing old with. you're his wife. you know, he is a perfect husband and will be an ideal father to your children. he always wanted a kid since he was a teenager, but now, he's having two.

since your cravings can wait, you eat wheat bread before going to the living room to watch movies while waiting for him to get home. for dinner, you heat the food that you cooked for lunch. as you sit on the couch, you caress your big tummy, and you felt your babies movements, “woah.” as you felt a twitch inside you. they must be having fun.

minutes to an hour have passed; you heard his car parked in the garage. "i'm home, mi amor!” he shouted from the door. "i'm here, jay!” the moment he heard your voice, he immediately went to you with a smile, showing his adorable dimple, and he put you in a warm hug. he kissed your forehead, nose, and lips.

"how's mommy, hmm?” you pulled away from the hug and you sat in between his legs on the couch. you took his hands to caress your belly. “can you feel them right now?” as your babies moved it left him in awe. few months left, he will carry his little angels. “i see. they were behaving.” he went to your tummy and whispered, “please be good angels, okay? don't make it too hard for mommy, okay?” they moved as their reply earned giggles from both of you, and he captured your lips. damn, i miss my wife so bad. he broke the kiss and stood up, "c'mon, momma. let's prepare your cravings.” and you followed him into the kitchen. “you miss me that much, huh?” he dramatically acted and giggled. “so bad!”

he did prepare your nutella and bananas, and viola, cravings satisfied! but you still want more… what if i try it on him? you shook your head with the thought. nope, he's busy.

the night has come, and you're prepared to sleep but you saw jaehyun in glasses was still working in his office. you knocked, “hey, come on. time to bed.” he took a glance from you. “you go first, mommy. i'm still finishing some reports.” you walked towards him, and sat on his lap. he welcomed your warm hug to give him the energy to finish the reports. “am i heavy?” you're curious as your fingers ran through his blonde hair. “nope.” he immediately said. "don't lie, silly! three were sitting on you, three.”

jaehyun shut his eyes as he felt his member getting hard. he can't help it because his beautiful wife was sitting on his lap. “hmm, wife? can you ahm..” jaehyun can't continue as you slightly moved and you felt something under his boxers. “are you?” you asked to confirm. “yes.” he breathlessly replied.

instead of removing yourself from his lap, “do you want to—” you took his fingers to your lips, “—put it here?” he gulped as he nodded to your question. you carefully stood up, phew, my body felt so heavy, and gave him a kiss. “alright, i'll just go get something.” you giggled as you were on your way to getting the nutella.

your eyes twinkled at the thought of eating nutella with his raw banana. you slightly tapped your tummy. “hey, babies. mommy and daddy might do something tonight.” you whispered. might need some space, lol.

you took a pillow from your bedroom before going into his office, and to your surprise, his boxers were gone. “wow, who's excited?” he just smiled sheepishly as you shyly raised his right hand, you dumped the pillow on the floor and kneeled between his legs; you saw his hard dick sprung free reaching the top of his belly button. jaehyun saw the nutella that he bought. “what are you going to do with that, momma?”

you didn't say anything but you took a spoonful of nutella and wrapped it around his cock. his eyes widened a little as he felt the coldness, and he muttered a curse. fuck. "gonna eat nutella with your raw banana, lovey. you up?” it was messy but jaehyun don't have any other choice but to give in. he doesn't want to take a cold shower either.

you've wanted to do this since he got home, and finally, he's sitting in front of you. "bon appétit!" it was messy, but for you, your sight was mouth-watering and you didn't waste any time devouring him. his head fell back as you licked the tip. you took him whole careso as fully not to scratch your teeth on his v, and thick length. no wonder we made twins, lol. his hand went to grip your short hair as he help you to move your head.

“fuck, mi amor. grow your hair, please.” you just hummed as you continued licking and sucking him off, leaving no nutella in waste. his hips thrust carefully not to gag you. his movements were slowly given that you're pregnant. as much as possible, he doesn't want to hurt you. after a few pumps, you pulled out leaving a popping sound.

“dad, sorry. i can't make you cum like this. my jaw and knees hurt.” his brows furrowed.

"you're gonna leave it like that?” you giggled as you stood up, removed your underwear, and bent over his desk. “you and your hormones are insane.” i know, jay. i know. lol!

“well, at least i left no nutella on your cock. now, fuck me please.”

after 4 months, you’re already giving birth to your twins. jaehyun walked back and forth outside the delivery room to calm his nerves as a soon-to-be dad. “dude, seriously, can you sit down?” johnny said. “i can’t, shit. i think i’m going insane.” he tried to sit down but he can’t. “it’s okay, bro. they will be fine.” then, there's yuta who tapped his shoulder to comfort him. fuck, self. calm down. your wife and babies will be fine.

a nurse came out and called him, “hello! mr. jeong! you can now go inside.” he took a glance to johnny before going in. “gotta, go!”

the moment he entered the delivery room, he went directly to you. he kissed your forehead and he told you, “you did well, momma. thank you & i love you so much.” you smiled weakly as you answered him back. “i love you, too, and our babies.” jaehyun never fails to put you first, it's always you.

you gave birth to a girl and a boy. you and jaehyun named them as yoonah & yoonoh. you both can't explain the happiness that you finally carried them in your arms. jaehyun held you as your babies were sleeping sweetly in your chest. what a loving sight to him, and he's more than thankful.

“i will love you forever & ever until the day i die, and i will be a good husband, and a father to yoonah & yoonoh.”

i love you, always remember that.

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hands to yourself, harrington! [steve h.]

🖤 A/N: Thank you so much for the love you showed my Billy fic! I hadn't realized how much fun I would have by posting my work, so thank you for giving me the outlet to do so! I hope you all enjoy this one as well! 😋

🖤 Warnings: suggestive language, Steve's tight ass, complete fluff!

🖤 Summary: “i’m putting a ring on it tomorrow,” he announces, throwing his hands in the air as he finishes off the garlic bread. “it’s so good.”

🖤 Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

the pasta sauce simmered on the stovetop and you were hurriedly trying to grab the garlic bread out of the oven without burning your fingers on the aluminum pan.

“ow, ow, ouch!” you yelp as you let go at the last second, listening to the pan crash against the stove. sucking in a quick breath, you wipe your hands on the floral-printed dish towel and rubbed your face.

today was friday. every friday, you and your boyfriend steve had date night. most nights, it consisted of you two going out to the movies and grabbing a bite to eat at one of the diners, maybe even sharing a milkshake which steve practically begged for the cherries from.

those were always fun because they normally ended with you two curled up in your bed together, gazing at one another like two hopeless teenagers in love who were against the world in every aspect.

and maybe that was true. maybe that’s how it was. whichever fairytale you made yourself believe, it didn’t take away from the fact that date nights with your steve were your favorite.

but tonight you insisted on something different, something more intimate. you wanted to cook your boyfriend a meal and spend the night in together. essentially, you wanted to skip the movie and diner, and combine it with dinner at home. you had plenty of vhs tapes to go through of movies you two had seen numerous times before with risky business being the top choice. steve loved to make you laugh when he stripped to his underwear and button down, put his sunglasses on, and danced to old time rock n roll as he slid over your floors, nearly crashing into something nearby.

“honey! i’m homeeeee!” steve’s sweet voice calls out. your front door swings open and your heart races in your chest.

you quickly grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred your red sauce as the pasta began to boil on the back burner.

“in the kitchen, stevie!” you call out.

moments later, you’re met with his familiar face. dark brown hair that was always flowing and pushed back framed his face, and black sunglasses hung on the inside of his white tee. pretty brown eyes danced through yours and across the stove to where the food was, his eyes illuminating when he saw bread.

“all this for me, baby?” steve laughs as he walks over and picks up a very hot piece of garlic bread. “ow! shit!” he hisses, shaking his fingers and bringing them to his lips where he sucked before replacing his reddening digit with the garlic bread. “oh, that’s the good stuff.”

swatting his shoulder, you roll your eyes. “that’s supposed to be for dinner.” you scold him.

“but i haven’t eaten anything. i was waiting all day for this.” he playfully argues, a hand wrapping around your waist. he kisses your neck after swallowing and takes another bite out of the bread. “bread tastes awesome,”

rolling your eyes again, you look over your shoulder at him. “well, since you’re munching early on the bread, do you mind tasting this?” you point your head down at the sauce.

“what kind of man would i be if i said no?” he chuckles, resting his hand on the edge of the counter and leaning back.

a soft smile finds your face as you dip the spoon into the pan and bring it to his lips. steve’s eyes sparkle in yours and he opens his mouth, keeping his gaze firmly held on your face. accepting the sauce into his mouth, you waited patiently for any sort of sign that it tasted good.

the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head confirmed your thoughts. a sigh of relief escapes you as steve wags his finger, asking for more.

“please?” he ensures to add. nodding your head, you spoon-feed him another bite and this time he moans. “damn,” he groans.

“that good?” you laugh.

“i’m putting a ring on it tomorrow,” he announces, throwing his hands in the air as he finishes off the garlic bread. “it’s so good.”

you laugh and feel him wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. you can’t help but feel right at home when he holds your waist and lays gentle kisses over your soft skin. “if the date continues to go this well, i may have to try my hand next week with dinner at my place.”

you gasp, staring at him as you turn the stove off and prepare to drain your pasta.

“steve harrington cooks for me? am i dreaming?”

steve watches you break away from his hold and carry the piping hot of boiling water to the stove where you pour the pasta into the metal colander.

“think i can’t?” he tempts you as he sways back and forth to the ABBA song playing on your stereo. jonathan had very so kindly made a mixtape with just their music since he knew they were your favorite group. waterloo fills the kitchen and steve dances awkwardly in time, but enough to have you laughing.

“i never said that, sweetheart.” you shoot him a wink. “now move that tight little ass, i don’t want to burn you.” you shoo him away from the pot.

steve’s eyes widen. “so you do think my ass is tight?” he checks behind himself.

scoffing, you pour the angel hair pasta into the pot and begin to stir. “hand me the cheese from over there, babe?” you point to the bowl filled with parmesan. steve hands it to you kindly and steals another kiss from the corner of your mouth.

“my ass?” steve chuckles, attempting to steal another piece of bread, but this time you swat his hand.

“hands to yourself, harrington!” you wag your finger in his face. “fill up on bread and you won’t have room for dessert. and yes, your ass is tight. i mean you can’t help but stare when you wear those.” you point to the blue jeans clinging to his lower half.

steve trails his eyes below and stifles a laugh. but then he remembered. dessert.

“what’s on the dessert menu?” he asks, dropping his voice an octave. his flirtatious nature kicks itself into its highest gear as he leans seductively against the countertop.

“ice cream,” you don’t tear your eyes from him. “brownies are in the oven too.”

“oh.” steve exhales.

you couldn’t help but smile, biting your lip. “annnnnnnd me… only if you’re good.”

steve sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “good? do you remember who you’re talking to, baby?” he slips his hands around your hips and pulls you forward, tearing you away from the almost finished dish.

gasping, a laugh cuts through the air as you focus on his lips. “i do,” you nod your head.

steve smirks and leans down, tucking his fingertips underneath your chin and tilting your head back so he can observe you. “you’re so pretty.” he says through a breathy sigh.

wrapping your arms securely around his waist, you lean up and kiss him tenderly. steve melts against your mouth the moment your lips touch, and your mind suddenly forgoes the thought of food. the only source of nutrition you needed was standing right here in front of you wearing those tight little skinnies with his perfect brown hair and his warm touch that would have you mesmerized for days.

“stevie,” you whine his nickname. you did want to finish this date. “d-dinner,” you gasp as his mouth falls to your neck. he quickly kisses over the sweet spot on your throat, his tongue darting out to wet the muscle of your neck as his teeth gently bite into the flesh, not too hard, but enough to feel you jump against him.

“but dessert sounded so good,” he whispers, however, he knows you spent a lot of time preparing this. so he willingly pulls back but not without pressing his tongue to yours for one more deep kiss that has your head spinning. “i’ll be good.” he promises, throwing his hands up as a means of waving his white flag of surrender.

smiling harder, you turn your eyes back to the pasta that was currently soaking up the sauce.

“grab us a drink from the fridge while i plate everything up?” you ask sweetly.

“of course, baby.” steve grins, shooting you a wink and walks to the fridge.

friday nights spent inside the house would soon become your favorite date nights with steve harrington.

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M’Lady [ Eddie Munson x Reader ]

Summary: Your joke to tease the Hellfire Club ends you up into a rather serious situation.

A/N: Just wanted to write something for the new loml <3 also of course the best cliche to ever exist: fake dating!

MASTERLIST

You were spending your usual Friday night at the D&D club, watching as the boys were excited and getting into the whole story that your best friend, Eddie had conjured up for the campaign.

You never really got into the game, and to be completely honest with yourself - you rather enjoyed watching as the boys jumped around and made a fool of themselves.

Eddie had been your closest friend for a year now, inviting you to the club meetings to sit in and afterwards you two would rent a movie to watch. It started off as something innocent, but as time passed by feelings arose on both ends. However, as fate usually plays out, neither of you were confident enough to spill your guts.

It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward with Eddie ever, despite the words that everyone would say to warn you about the supposed “freak.” The same freak that would cry at emotional romantic movies. Yeah, you tend to tune out others who would talk down your best friend.

And then there were those, specifically the boys in the club, that assumed you and Eddie were secretly dating and hiding it from everyone. Why you would hide such a thing would remain a mystery.

After a couple of hours, they finally called it a day and started packing their backpacks up. Eddie approached you and gave you a high five. He had a sheepish grin on his face, satisfied with how the night went. He was even more excited though to eat junk food and watch a movie with you.

“Enjoy the show, m’lady?” Eddie swooned and batted his eyelashes at you.

You scoffed and playfully shoved his shoulder. “Nope, I think you might need to work on the story a bit. Seems like you’re going too easy on them.”

Mike and Dustin shared glances with each other, both noticing your very obvious - but maybe not so obvious to you - flirting. Eddie was twirling his hair like a preteen girl which made Mike roll his eyes.

“Well, maybe if you joined in, I’d make it more challenging.”

“Ooo, is that a threat?”

“Well, if it’s seems so easy then maybe you should try it.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders and began to turn to his station to clean up.

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you guys should get a room.” Dustin groaned and slammed his book on the table. “Just admit you guys are like in love or something.”

You and Eddie both raised your eyebrows at the boy. Everyone was now looking at you guys, awaiting one of you to finally spill the details of a secret romance that didn’t even exist.

Deciding to mess with them, you draped your arms around Eddie’s shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Well, that was certain to make the boys speechless.

Hell, even Eddie was standing there with his mouth open like a fish. You closed his mouth with a push of your finger under his chin and kept it lingering there for enough seconds to make Eddie get goosebumps.

“I thought it was about time, don’t you think, honey?” You said playfully to Eddie, hoping he’d get your drift. Thankfully, he caught onto your act since you pinched his shoulder a bit.

“Well, if you say so, m’lady. We can’t hide our undying love forever.” Eddie nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t give you goosebumps yourself.

“I knew it! You owe me ten dollars, Lucas!” Dustin shouted triumphantly and reached his hand across the table to Lucas who only slapped his hand away.

When all the boys finally left the room after storming you with questions, it was only Eddie and you left standing there awkwardly.

“Well…” You said, glancing up into his deep brown eyes. “That was fun but we should probably let them know it was all a joke. Don’t want them taking it too far and trying to spread it around the school.”

Eddie shook his head, “I’d have to disagree, I think I very much like being your honey.” He was teasing you now, but a part of him knew he wasn’t lying.

“Yeah, yeah. If you’re gonna tease me the least you can do is repay me.”

“And how might I do that?” Eddie shifted closer to you, anticipating what would happen next.

“Maybe come a little closer, I think I missed your lips earlier.” You were now whispering as the bridge between the two of you was smaller.

“If that’s the case then.” He said confidently and rushed to kiss you.

Your arms snaked around his neck and he grabbed you firmly in his grasp, making sure you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The kiss lasted longer than expected and reaching for air was only a necessity since Eddie was quick to bring you back in, holding you close and kissing you deep.

You pulled at his long locks and felt like you were on top of the world, making out with your best friend. A few hours ago this seemed impossible, but now with Eddie’s hands roaming your back, finding ways to bring you even closer - it all seemed inevitable.

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sunricecake · 2 years

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💭 stranger things girls when you tell them you're in the mood

feat. robin buckley, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, karen wheeler

cw : allusions to sex

a/n : jdjekdkskd joyce is so cute i wanted to melt while doing her part. also i got kinda carried away for mrs. wheeler im sorry the milf lover in me just jumped out and took over and i couldnt stop writing even if i wanted to

ROBIN

family video was usually the least busy during the afternoon, with everyone either grabbing lunch or simply not in the mood to endure the heat of the sun for some video tapes. you decide that taking a few minutes of robin’s time wouldn’t hurt. plus, steve’s shift doesn’t start till later and keith wasn’t around to nag them, basically leaving the two of you alone in the rental store. you call out her name loud enough for her to hear you from between the shelves, announcing that you’re in the mood.

“oh.” she says in a low tone as she turns her head to where you are. “now?” “yes, robin. don’t think i can wait any longer” she runs into your arms to kiss you so hard you knock off a few things as you stumble to the storage room.

robin loves to spoil you, always wanting to give you what you want. it doesn’t matter where you are, when you tell robin you need her, she’s quick to find a way and is dropping whatever she’s doing to give you some love.

NANCY

you’ve been lounging in nancy’s room for a few hours when you start to get bored, the comic you picked up losing more and more of its appeal as you steal glances at nancy. neither of you have really interacted since you arrived, choosing to spend the evening quietly together. but you figured you’ve had enough of just enjoying each other’s company, wanting to go a step further in your bonding. you put the comic you were flipping through on the bedside table, crawling to nancy’s side and telling her you’re in the mood.

“alright babe let me just get ready.” she heads to the bathroom, fixing herself in the mirror before splashing cool water on her face.

despite having done this already a few times, her inexperience with girls still made nancy nervous. so intimate sessions usually went slow, and you took always took it upon yourself to let her know extra how much you were enjoying, dignity be damned.

JOYCE

you watch the kids leave through the front door, waving goodbyes that were probably a little too happy. but who could blame you? after so long of being away from joyce, you were just glad to be able to spend time with her again. it just so happened that the house were going to be all yours that night, with the kids out and jonathan probably somewhere else doing god knows what. who could blame you for wanting to take the opportunity that appeared once in a blue moon? the door hasn't even been shut for 5 minutes before you're eagerly telling joyce you're in the mood.

“mood? like movie mood?” she asks enthusiastically. “no joyce, the mood.” you quirk an eyebrow. “oh. that mood.” she bites her lip and wiggles her eyebrows as she walks to you with a sway in her hips. you both share a giggle before connecting your lips, fully letting you realize just how much you missed each other.

KAREN

the kitchen smells of freshly baked pie as you trail behind karen, who's seemingly too busy adjusting the cover on the pie for the nth time to pay you an ounce of attention. you tried to be subtle in showing your neediness, but karen knew you well. even before you say anything, she can already tell what’s up by the way you let your touches linger longer, bat your eyes more often, and lick your lips almost every sentence. but as much as she was an expert in reading you, she was also quite the tease — never making the first move and only riling you up until you take initiative yourself. she just finds so much amusement in your reactions and often plays with you. like she's doing now, eyes twinkling with delight in the way you can barely raise your gaze at this point.

“mood? for what, honey?” she teases, a seductive lilt on her voice. “you know what mood.” you sputter as clearly as you could, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

“alright, darling, give me a minute. make sure to be prepared when i'm done.”

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Can I request a Scarlett fic where we are her spouse and she takes us to red carpets and things alike and during one of the interviews the interviewer is our childhood bully. We’ve told Scarlett about our childhood before but she’s never put a face to the name so at first she worried when we start acting anxious until the interviewer introduces themselves with their name as one of our old “friends” so she puts it together and just moves on leaving the interviewer with a side eye. Unfortunately there are still pictures people want her to take, and only her, so they ask us to get out of the shot, which we try doing only for her to wrap her arm around us more and pull us in “You’re my wife, not my plus one. You’re going to be in all my photos” Eventually she gets mad at the audacity some of the paparazzi have and just takes us home while kissing away our pout because we wanted to see some marvel friends that night and wanted some free sweets. That and we thought we ruined her imagine because later it’s going viral that “Scarlett Johansson is a rude celebrity” with just multiple videos of her ignoring the interviewer. To ease our worries she just says “Let PR deal with it”.

You're My Wife!

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: Scarlett reminds not only you but the entire world who you are to her.

AC: So sorry this took a while to get out, I hope you enjoy it! – I used Scar’s upcoming movie for this & I do apologise as I don’t know much about the new film!

Scarlett loves taking you to her events, red carpets, movie premieres, business parties, all of it. She loved being able to show you off and honestly, you helped keep her nerves away. Anytime she started to feel nerves (which when she told you about it surprised you) all she had to do was look over at you and her nerves faded away.

You loved standing by your wife's side as she did her thing. Something about seeing the world stop for a moment and capture her beauty always made you feel so lucky that you always have that chance.

With Asteroid City having its world premiere, you couldn't wait to be by Scarlett's side and supporting her. Everything was going well from the moment the two of you arrived, Scarlett held your hand as you both walked the carpet, stopping for a few moments so Scarlett could pose for the cameras before moving onto the interviewers.

You saw them from a distance, your childhood bully. The one who made high school a living hell, making up rumors about you, tormenting you daily, making sure you had nobody to sit with in class or at lunch. Your heart dropped when you noticed they were an interview and Scarlett was making her way over to them. You grip tightened in her hand the closer the two of you came closer.

"Hi Scarlett, do you have a moment?" Claire, your childhood bully smiled kindly at your wife. Your eyes dropped to the microphone in her hand as you and Scarlett came to a stop. "Hi, of course" your wife smiled.

You'd told Scarlett about the torment and hassles Claire gave you throughout high school and the affects her actions had on you. She knew of your bully's name, but you never bothered to show Scarlett a photo of her, never did you think this was going to happen, so you really didn't see a point.

"Thank you! I'm Claire, it's lovely to meet you and Y/n, it's so good to see you again!" Claire looked between the two of you with a smile. Scarlett noticed how anxious you looked and how sweat began to pool from your palms, she looked back at Claire and held your hand a little tighter as she pulled you away from the situation.

"Honey, you didn't have to-"

"I don't care. I'm not going to give her answers to make money from when she treated you so badly. She doesn't' deserve our time." Scarlett turned to you and gently brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "But this is your job" you looked at your wife with a guilty feeling. "So? I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. I didn't want to answer her questions and I won't be" Scarlett assured you. Other interviewers called out for her to come over to them, but she didn't budge, not until she knew you were okay.

"Thank you, baby, that meant a lot to me" you smiled softly. Scarlett returned the smile and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving onto the next interviewer, making sure to give Claire a slightly side eye of disappointment as you both continued to walk away.

Watching Scarlett do interviews was always something you loved the most at any event you went to, watching her talk about something she's worked so hard on, something she's excited about and seeing the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke was beautiful to you and you were stood by her side with pure proudness.

As much as you were glad Scarlett didn't give your bully much more of her time, you couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable with Claire watching you and Scarlett from afar. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at you whenever you caught her watching the two of you. "Are you okay, darling?" Scarlett asked as the two of you were led to the center of the carpet again for photos. You nodded and smiled softly not wanting to worry your wife on her special night, but she knew you weren't okay and she couldn't help but hear what the paparazzi were yelling out.

"Just Scarlett please!"

"Can we get you over please, Scarlett?"

"Can we get a few of just Scarlett please?"

The camera's flashing was almost blinding as you tried to step away from the spotlight, wanting to give the paparazzi what they were asking for. Just Scarlett. But of course, Scarlett wasn't a fan of the idea as she wrapped her arms around you and gently pulled you closer. "Where are you off too?" she asked as she kissed your cheek, making you blush.

"They need photos of you love, I'll just be over there when you're done" you explained while pointing to the end of the carpet.

"Y/n, you're my wife. You're not a plus one, if they want photos of me, they will get them with you beside me. I want you in all my photos and if they don't like that, that's their problem. I love you baby; I wouldn't be coming to these events without you" Scarlett assured you before pulling you closer and kissing you deeply.

The two of you posed for the photos but the paparazzi were persistent on asking for solo photos of Scarlett, even after she kindly told them no. You could see she was starting to get frustrated with the level of low respect the paparazzi had for Scarlett and her answer to their request. "Honey, I love you but I'm just going to go other there wait for you" you spoke as you let go of her hand.

Scarlett shook her hand and gently grabbed your hand and stormed off the red carpet without looking back. "Baby, what are you doing?" you asked in a worry.

"We're going home, we don't need to be here. If they can't respect us, we don't need to be here. Besides, I'd rather go home and get into our pjs and cuddle" Scarlett opened the door of the limo for you. Who were you to argue with such a loving wife? A wife who has never once put up with the audacity of others being disrespectful to you or herself.

The entire drive home Scarlett couldn't stop kissing your pouts away and telling you not to feel bad about you both leaving the event in a hurry. Her arms wrapped around you pulling you closer while she whispered how much she loved you between kisses. "But I was also kind of excited for the free candy and seeing the marvel crew again" you pouted at one point, Scarlett chuckled, "darling, I'll get you all the candy you want and how about we have the crew over for dinner next week?" she offered. You couldn't help but smile at the idea, "I guess that would be a lot more fun than a premiere" You pout but only because you knew it would earn you yet another loving kiss.

The next morning you made Scarlett and yourself breakfast and hoped that Scarlett wouldn't see the headlines that circled the media.

"Scarlett Johansson rudely leaves the red carpet!", "Scarlett Johansson's shrugs off interviewer with a glare!", "Is Scarlett Johansson Rude?"

But no matter how much you wanted to make sure she wouldn't see them, she did and to your surprise, she didn't care about them. She came up behind you, wrapped her arms tightly around you and placed a kiss on your cheek, "Don't stress about them baby, let PR deal with it" she spoke softly as you poured her a coffee, "you're my wife, if they want me, they get you as well" she reminded.

#scarlett johansson #Scarlett Johansson x reader #fanfiction

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readyforthegarden · 4 months

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Breakable Heaven - Part Four

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: talks of betrayal and cheating, drinking, slight voyeurism (watching someone change) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 3808

Dinner that night was fine, Danny was introduced to a few more bridesmaids that had made the journey in. And the next day was lackluster for him, the groomsmen didn’t have a plan, but the bridesmaids were all meeting up at a local dress shop, for one last look to make sure all the alterations done were perfect.

Danny was grateful Gavin seemed to keep away from you and him, though the occasional glare was tossed Danny’s way. It made Danny feel proud in some ways, that he had this effect on the man, and he wasn’t even really dating you. And that Danny was intimidating enough to keep distance from, well that was a cherry on top.

He didn’t really think much of Gavin outside of seeing him, until you burst into the hotel room in the late afternoon on Tuesday, your garment bag tossed over your shoulder. Your face was red, and you were doing your best to catch your breath. Danny paused the movie he had been watching and got up from his relaxed position on the couch, coming over to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking the garment bag off of you and draping it over the arm of the couch behind him. “You seem upset.”

“Naomi showed up early.” you grumbled, kicking off your shoes.

“Oh.” Danny shoved his hands in his pockets, not exactly knowing what to say. “Uh, what happened?”

“She showed up to the dress shop, Gavin told her where we’d be. She just showed up, uninvited and unexpected.” you moved around him, going to the couch and flopping on it. “Olivia was going to send her back here but there wasn’t any point.”

“Did Naomi do something?” Danny asked, lifting your legs and sitting under them, resting them back on his lap. “Say something?”

“No,” you pouted. “I just…it’s so stupid but I hadn’t seen her in a long time. And I didn’t think seeing her again would make me feel like this.”

“Like what?” Danny leaned in, his voice soft. You shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t know…I guess kind of like a loser?” your fingers busied themselves with a loose button on your cream colored knit cardigan sweater. “It just makes me feel pathetic. I shouldn’t care about her or Gavin.”

Danny watched as you bit your bottom lip, staring down at the button.

“You don’t care about them.” Danny told you softly, rubbing a hand up and down your jean-clad calf soothingly. “But that doesn’t mean the hurt doesn’t come back when you see them again. Gavin really hurt you, honey.” The pet name slipped out, but if it bothered you, you didn’t show it.

“Naomi was another friend of mine.” you mumbled. “A coworker, really but I trained her and we got close and started hanging out. I should’ve noticed Gavin would leave the bed when she’d stay the night.” your name fell from Danny’s lips in a soft whisper, panged with sadness. “I thought ‘wow, what a great guy I have, checking on my friend in the night, making sure she has enough blankets.’ I was so stupid…and maybe I was a bad girlfriend and deserved it.”

“I’m so sorry,” Danny leaned over, wiping a stray tear you failed to hold back from your cheek. “You didn’t deserve it, even on your worst day.” your shoulders shrugged in response.

“My grandma always said ‘you’re either a lesson or a blessin’’. your response was paired with a sheepish smile. “Maybe this is my lesson.” Danny pulled his hand away, sitting back up as he rested it back on your calf.

“I hope you get your blessing soon, then.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll get it this weekend.” A small laugh rippled from your chest. “Maybe they’ll fall down a well and go missing.”

“I’ll dig one myself if I have to.” Danny grinned, making you smile.

“Olivia will gladly help.” You smiled. “She’s been waiting to knock him out.”

“More hands make less work.” Danny laughed. A silence lulled between the two of you, his hands still resting on your calves. “Uh, do you want to get ready first or should I?”

“Oh I will.” you withdrew your legs from his lap. “I need to wash the day off of me.” you got up, going into the bedroom and laying out tonight's dinner outfit before getting in the shower. You tried to keep events of the day out of your mind under the hot water, but it was little use. You ran through fake scenarios, all from confronting her with sharp words and splashing a complimentary mimosa in her face to having a heart to heart and clearing the air. None of the scenarios made you feel better.

The walk down to dinner came quicker than you anticipated, there were only so many passes of your eyelashes you could do with your mascara wand, not wanting to risk annoying clumps resting on your lids.

Danny guided you down the stairs again, and at the bottom, wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side. Looking up at him, you smiled softly as his large hand gave your hip a squeeze of reassurance. There was something about the man next to you, you knew he was doing the job you hired him for, but he exuded comfort to you. You knew as long as he was there, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

The meal went off without a hitch, Olivia kept you preoccupied with your maid of honor speech, Danny’s arm lounging on the back of your chair as he spoke with Thomas about a golfer they both liked keeping you warm. Maybe it was the fact that every time you looked towards Danny, you caught the image of Naomi and Gavin at the other end of the table or it was the fact you felt so relaxed, but you allowed yourself to indulge in your drinks more.

When dinner was over, you and a few other bridesmaids had been talking excitedly as music played in the bar. Your laugh rang through it, hitting Danny’s ears and making him turn from his conversation at the bar to watching you bop to the beat that was playing while listening to your friend. The chardonnay in your glass swished with your movements, playing a dangerous game of trying to spill over the rim.

You had happened to look away from your friend, catching Danny’s eye and grinning. He watched as you excused yourself and made your way over to him.

“Hey lover,” you giggled, wrapping an arm around his torso, “Long time no see.”

“Hi honey,” Danny laughed as you took a sip of your drink. He gently took the glass from your hand, setting it on the bar. Instead of fighting him, you just wrapped your other arm around him, clasping your hands behind his back and smiling up at him. Your cheeks were tinged pink from your drinking and the excitement of the previous conversation. He wrapped one of his arms around you, hand on your back as you relaxed into him. “Are you having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. He watched you as you stared at him, your mouth falling open slightly. One of your hands unclasped from the other, coming around and tapping the apple of his cheek, just under his eyes. “I figured it out!”

“What did you figure out?” Danny asked, confused. Your smile widened as you batted your lashes at him.

“Your eyes, they look like those caramel apple suckers you get at the cider mill.” your finger moved up and Danny was quick to catch your hand, pressing a kiss to the finger that was pointed up before linking your fingers together. “They’re so pretty, the caramel brown melting with the candy apple. They’re my favorites.”

“Well thank you, honey.” Danny laughed, his cheeks now turning pink. “I’d like to keep them, though, so I’ll hold onto this.” he squeezed your hand gently.

“Ugh, you two are gonna make me sick.” Olivia winked as she passed by. “Get a room!”

“That’s a good idea,” Danny winked back with a laugh. He looked down at you, watching you stick out your tongue at your best friend. “Wanna go get cozy?”

“Oooh yeah!” you nodded. “I’m done with this dress, and these heels.” After saying goodnight, you and Danny went back upstairs to your room. You moaned exaggeratedly after taking off your heels, making Danny laugh as you went to the bedroom, grumbling about never making your bridesmaids have fancy dinners for a week, shutting the doors and breaking off your own words.

Danny walked over to the couch, glancing towards the doors as the light flicked on. Through the frosted glass, he could see your dark silhouette moving about the bedroom. He meant to look away, but you were posed perfectly, taking off your dress at the foot of the bed. He watched you shimmy it down your body. Danny blushed, looking away, but not being able to ignore the movement out of his peripheral vision.

Danny’s eyes traced the curves of your body, feeling something stir in his stomach as he imagined being in there with you. The sound of another hotel room door in the hallway snapped him out of it, making him jump and scold himself. Turning around, he shook his head, telling himself it was the alcohol from dinner that was making him feel a little loose.

“I meant to say last night,” Danny called out after clearing his throat. “Your friends all seem really nice.”

“Yeah?” you called back, no longer in view of the doors when he turned around. “They’re pretty cool.” the conversation lulled for a few moments until your shadow reappeared before opening the doors, greeting him in your pajamas. Danny watched as you moved to the bed, sitting on it as he came in, grabbing his pajamas off the bed and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Danny changed quickly, coming back out and fishing his phone from his dress pants pocket, plugging it into the waiting charger on his bedside table.

“I’m glad you’re getting along with them.” you smiled, setting your own on the table on your side.

“They’re fun to talk to, for sure.” Danny sat on the bed, getting comfortable. You followed suit, getting under the covers and laying on your side, facing him.

“Tell me about your friends.” Danny smiled at your request, awkwardly reaching behind him to grab his phone off the nightstand.

“It’s easier to show you, they’re kind of hard to describe.” he laughed, unlocking his phone screen.

“Ooh show and tell.” Grabbing your pillow, you pushed it closer to Danny's, nearly overlapping it and scooting your body closer, leaning in to see his screen. He scrolled through his photos before landing on one.

“This is Sam, he’s my best friend,” Danny tilted his screen to show you. “He’s probably one of the smartest people I know, he got accepted into Harvard. But he chose the band over it.”

“Oh wow, that’s a big decision.” you sighed, “What does he play?”

“Bass and piano, he dabbles in a lot, we all do.” Danny proceeded to list off the instruments they all could play, watching your eyes get wide.

“Okay go back to your friends before I feel even more talentless.”

“Sure,” Danny laughed. He swiped a few times, then landed on a picture of him and two others. “This is Jake, he’s the guitarist in the band. He’s insane, he’s always thinking of music and always playing these wild, complicated solos. And then that’s his twin Josh, he sings, he’s got this insane range.”

“Can I hear it?” At those words Danny became nervous. What if you didn’t like the music he dedicated his life to? What if you thought Josh’s vocals were too strange or it just wasn’t your genre? What if he picked the wrong song? “Please, Danny?” you pouted up at him from where your head lay partially on his pillow.

“Okay,” Danny exited his photos and pulled up his music app, typing in his band's name.

“Greta Van Fleet?” your voice was soft, as if you didn’t mean for him to hear. “Oh no, I told Olivia you were a rock band, and that sounds folksy.”

“We are a rock band,” Danny soothed your worries. “Here, this is a good one to start you off with.” You sat up as Danny leaned back on one of his arms, propping himself up and setting his phone in the small space between you on the bed. The beginning of a song titled Heat Above started playing, and Danny watched as you tilted your head curiously at the organ.

You kept your gaze on his phone screen, listening to the song as it played. Danny’s eyes were laser focused on you, noting every twitch in your lips, watching to see if they would turn down, if your head would shake instead of nod along. He suddenly despised how long the song was, near six minutes of agony as he awaited your thoughts.

“Oh wow,” the words slipped from your mouth softly as the first chorus hit. Danny couldn’t help but lean in slightly, exhaling a silent sigh of relief when you started to smile. “Danny, this is really good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Nodding eagerly, you turned back to him, eyes twinkling before pointing back to the phone screen where clips from the music video played. “I don’t know that I care for that metal thing they put on your head, though. I can’t imagine that it was light or fun to wear with those curls.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Danny shrugged.

“I like Jake’s puffy sleeves though.”

“Oh that’s Josh,” Danny corrected gently, making you blush. “Jake is the one with the hat.”

“I’m sorry,” you slouched down, feeling embarrassed though there wasn’t much reason to.

“You just learned who they were five minutes ago,” Danny assured you. “As long as you don’t confuse them to their faces, they’re fine.” Something stung about that comment, making you lay back down and get under the covers. Maybe it was the alcohol still in your system, but suddenly you were tired, and didn’t want to have this conversation anymore.

“You okay?” Danny picked up on this, taking his phone off the bed and pausing the song. You closed your eyes, turning over so your back was to him.

“Yeah,” you answered quietly. “Just got really tired.”

“Okay,” listening as Danny got under the covers, you started to drift to sleep. Danny paused momentarily as he turned from plugging his phone back into the charger, realizing you hadn’t moved back to your side of the bed. There was still plenty of room for him to comfortably lay, but your close proximity surprised him. Once settled, he turned out the lamp, sending the room into darkness.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly into the dark. The sheets rustled a bit as you moved, though you were still placed close.

“I’m just sad,” your voice was whisper-quiet, forcing Danny to turn his head towards you.

“Why?”

“Because in a few days, we won’t know each other anymore.” you replied, mumbling lazily now you were drifting farther into slumber. “And I’m gonna miss you.” Danny’s heart fluttered at your admission. You were going to miss him. Instantly the words ‘I’ll miss you too’ were at his lips, but your even breathing told him they wouldn’t be heard.

Danny laid awake next to you, his eyes adjusting to the dark of the room and counting the seconds to distract him. Why did it bug him so much that you would miss him? And that he would miss you too? Everything suddenly felt new to him. He’d gone on fake dates before, but it was nothing more than a night out, a dinner with long distance relatives or a work function. Never something as involved as this.

Slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb you, Danny grabbed his phone and headed to the living room, shutting the doors quietly. Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, he opened facetime, pressing the first contact.

“Daniel!” The young man grinned when the video call connected. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hey Sam,” Danny felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re up.” Sam rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“It’s only midnight,” he scoffed. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about something.” This sobered Sam’s smile, Danny’s face was nervous, serious, and Sam began to run through every scenario he could.

“What’s going on?”

“Okay,” Danny took a deep breath. “You know how I’ve been going out on a lot of dates the past few months?”

“Yeah, you’re a real stud these days.” Sam laughed, letting his guard back down. “What about them?”

“Well, they’re not really….real.” Danny grimaced, realizing he didn’t know how exactly to explain it. Sam’s face reflected confusion and Danny continued. “So there’s this app where people can hire dates-“

“Are you telling me you’re an escort?” Sam deadpanned. Danny shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“No, I don’t sleep with them. It’s like if they need a date to a party or something, they can hire me and I’ll stand in.” Sam’s brows furrowed as he took the explanation. “I just got tired of you guys always trying to hook me up with someone, so I thought the dates would stop it.”

“Danny you could’ve said something,” Sam frowned. “If you’d said it was uncomfortable we would’ve stopped.”

“I know, but I just thought this was easier.” Danny shrugged. “Anyway, you know how I’m on my vacation?”

“Yeah?”

“Well my vacation is actually a date.”

“Wait what?” Sam moved on his couch, and Danny heard the gentle sound of his dog Rose’s tags clinging together as she adjusted presumably next to him.

“This girl asked me to be her fake boyfriend for a wedding, and I said yes.” Danny told Sam. “It’s this weekend but she’s in the bridal party and there’s a bunch of stuff, and her ex is a groomsman and she’s asleep in the other room right now.”

“So, why are you coming clean now about this?” Sam asked, watching the journey on Danny’s face. “You could’ve waited until you came back.”

“I-“ Danny began, but stopped. Sam arched an eyebrow at his hesitancy. “She’s a great girl, she’s sweet, and she’s funny, and I think we’re becoming friends,”

“Uh huuhhh,” Sam nodded, the tug of a smirk pulling the corner of his full lips up.

“Her ex is a dickhead, and he tried talking shit about her the first night and I could’ve knocked him out there.” Danny continued as Sam’s smirk turned into a grin.

“Is she pretty?” Sam narrowed his eyes as Danny rolled his.

“Gorgeous.” Danny nodded. A flash of your smile as he picked you up off the ground when he saw you after golf entered his mind.

“Daniel,” Sam leaned in close to his phone's camera. “You like her.”

“Of course I like her, we’re friends.” Danny shrugged. Sam shook his head.

“No, no,” he corrected. “You like her. Might even be falling in love with her.”

“I am not!” Danny whispered sharply, then turned to glance over his shoulder to make sure you didn’t wake. “I’ve only known her for three days.” Sam looked indignant and shrugged.

“Sometimes that’s all it takes.” he sighed. “Do you think she likes you?”

“I don’t know,” Danny shrugged. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. When we were going to bed, she had asked me about you all, and I showed her some pictures and I told her about you-“

“That’s where you went wrong, now she’s in love with me.”

“Shut up,” Danny laughed softly. “But then she wanted to listen to a song, and she got Jake and Josh mixed up and then got sad.” Sam looked at Danny ludicrously. “She had a lot of wine after dinner, she’s a little tipsy.” Sam nodded in understanding. “But then when I asked if she was okay, she said that she was sad because after this week, we won’t know each other anymore, and that she’ll miss me.”

“Will you miss her?” Danny felt the words bubble up in his throat again.

“Yeah, I will.” Danny admitted, feeling a weight off his chest he didn’t realize was there. Sam stared at his best friend for a long moment, then spoke.

“Do you want my honest opinion?” he asked.

“Always,”

“A drunken mind speaks of a sober heart.” Sam recited the old adage. “I don’t know if she feels the same as you do, but at least she said she’s going to miss you. That tells me she feels something for you.”

“What if she just sees me as a friend?” Sam shrugged at Danny’s question.

“Then you’ve gained a new friend.” he leaned back against his couch, yawning. “Something tells me she likes you back, though.”

“What makes you say that?” Danny asked curiously.

“You said ‘we were going to bed’. Are you in the same bed?” Sam asked nonchalantly.

“Well, yeah.”

“Listen, I don’t know her but most women wouldn’t share a bed with a man they didn’t like if they didn't have to.” Sam answered. “Especially a stranger they only just met.”

“I don’t know,” Danny worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Daniel, make a move.” Sam advised.

“We still have five days left, what if she doesn’t and everything is awkward? We have to really sell that we’ve been together for six months.” Danny sighed, leaning back. “What if it messes everything up?”

“And what if it doesn’t?” Sam questioned back. Danny groaned, knowing Sam was right. Hearing shuffling from the bedroom, he sat up again, lowering his voice.

“I think she might be up, I gotta go.”

“Good luck, Daniel,” Sam gave his friend a little salute. “Keep me updated.” They hung up, and Danny slowly made his way over to the bedroom doors. He didn’t hear any movement, so he gently twisted the knob of one of the doors, opening it slowly.

The shuffling he had heard turned out to you rolling over in your sleep, head fully on his pillow now. Danny smiled at the sight of you, sound asleep on his pillow, arms encircling it. Had he stayed in bed, would that have been him?

“Shit,” Danny sighed under his breath. He was going to have to send a text in the morning, one he knew he’d never hear the end of.

He really was falling for you.

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Jjk men reacting to an unplanned pregnancy test.

Who’s involved: Yuji, Sukuna, Gojo, Toji

What’s happening: JJK men reacting to you telling them about an unplanned pregnancy.

When: Modern world/curse AU.

WC: ~1.3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, aged up characters, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy in general, worried about reactive partner, failed birth control, some tears, some joy. Nothing crazy.

Just something quick while I was chilling in bed.

Yuji: Yuji is lounged in his usual spot on the couch, engrossed in whatever movie he was watching. He’s smiley and happy, until he sees the concerned look on your face as you entered the room. You sat next to him on the couch saying you need to talk to him.

Immediately, he turns all his attention to you, even turning the TV off entirely so you feel seen and heard, despite one of his favorite movies being on.

That goofy grin and those honey eyes settled you to a point, but it was still a serious moment.

You're nervous to tell him...okay you're VERY nervous. Not able to form the words, you just show him the positive test result, offering a small smile in hopes he'll take the news in a good way.

He's a bit surprised, but only about what you just handed him, —cause he didn’t realize what it was at first. But he isn't scared by the news! You're his baby doll! Sure it wasn't planned, but he'd be more than happy to start this part of life with you. You're shocked when he leans over and pulls you into the tightest hug, laughing almost gleefully with you squished against him.

"This is awesome!!"

"Y-you're not upset??"

"Oh I'm completely terrified, but not upset." He gave his goofy grin while leaning away and rubbing the back of his head.

"I’m so in love with you, this couldn’t ever scare me away. I just hope I'll be a good dad…”

"Aw...Yuj, you'll be the perfect dad. And now you'll have a little movie buddy." You smiled while hugging him happily.

Sukuna: You don't even know how you ended up pregnant by the curse, you both assumed it wasn't possible. Humans and curses don’t mix.

But, here you are, positive test in hand. You decided to tell him over dinner, knowing he was in the best of moods while eating. Pissing off the king of curses wasn’t something you planned on doing tonight.

When you said you had something to talk about to him, he knew the translation all too well, —it was something serious. Seeing his hardened expression, you got cold feet and told him never mind, it can wait. But that only irritated him and he demanded you tell him what was wrong with you. Unfortunately it just made you cry cause you were afraid he was going to leave you over the unplanned pregnancy, or worse. After sliding the test across the table, you held your hands over your face, apologizing profusely. The two of you were an odd couple. Just accidental fuck buddies. He was a freaking psychopath…but you adored him, and he adored you. He did awful things, but you were treated as a delicate treasure in return. However, this moment was tense, and the air around felt like it could choke you.

He stared at it for a moment, deciphering the meaning and finally let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Didn't realize such news would cause you such stress. Though I don't know how it happened, I'll rid of it if that's what you want."

"Rid of it? What, no! I thought you would be mad at me!

"How can I be mad at you over something I'm involved in? You're acting like you're ashamed to be pregnant by me."

"It’s not that…I was just afraid you wouldn't want to stay with me. I mean, we’re not supposed to even be together. It doesn’t make sense for us to be a couple in the world we live in. Especially since you’re who you are…I don’t exactly fit into your future plans…”

He chuckled and leaned over to you, gripping onto your chin while letting a sinister grin sweep across his face. “Sweetheart, in case you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re never leaving my side.”

Gojo: He knew something was wrong when you didn't laugh at him being an idiot while the two of you were shopping. Normally you'd laugh or hide your face in embarrassment but you barely cracked a smile, seeming like something was on your mind.

"Gojo...what do you think about having kids?" You bluntly asked while putting something into the shopping basket.

He stared at you for a moment then rubbed the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "Well, that's a sudden question...what brought that up?"

"Just...curious. Would you want kids?"

"I mean, maybe someday? Not something I've thought about really."

He gave a shrug at first but suddenly froze when your eyes swelled with tears. "What?? What's wrong??"

"I-I thought we were careful, but it happened anyway..." you sniffled while pulling the test from your pocket, wiping your eyes with your other hand.

He stared at it in your hand then quickly looked around before looking back to you. "This isn't a joke?" He said nervously, seeming to look around like someone was pranking him.

You shook your head quickly and hiccuped small sobs.

"Hey hey! Babe, calm down!!" He laughed while taking ahold of your hands so he could see your face.

"I guess this means we need to add a few things to the shopping list!” He joked but you whined in worry at his humor.

But when he lifted up the cloth covering those heavenly eyes, your nerves settled a bit.

“Look at me, I’m being honest with you…I’m not upset. But…I do call dibs on the baby room theme.”

“You’re an idiot.” You tried to laugh while wiping your eyes.

“Well, I’m your idiot.”

Toji: He often talked about never wanting anymore kids, how the one son he already had was bothersome. So it made you panic after your worried suspicion was proven true. You were pregnant!

Finding the right moment to tell him made you beyond stressed, fearing he'd up and leave as soon as you let him know the news.

Unfortunately, he didn't completely disprove your concerns. You told him during sex, hoping it would keep him from leaving or getting angry, but he immediately halted everything and asked what kind of dumb joke that was.

You immediately tried to deny it and play it off, but he saw through that in an instant. When you started to weep at how he was already acting, he realized you were being honest.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“I know, I know…we weren’t planning for this, but, sometimes stuff happens and—“

“Bullshit. You said you were on the pill.”

“Toji, it’s never a complete guarantee. Please don’t act like this…”

But, he left, just like you thought he would, leaving you crying in bed.

Honestly you couldn’t even be surprised. He never seemed interested in having more kids, especially with one kid already grown.

A couple days had gone by before he finally returned home, and you assumed it was just so he could collect his stuff to completely bail on you.

"Look...I'm not gonna lie. I'm not prepared for this, at all. Wasn't planning on it, never wanted it to happen. I told you, I never wanted more kids.”

“I know…” you sighed deeply, dropping your head and preparing to cry your eyes out.

“But.” He sighed, almost in annoyance. “…since it's you, I'll fucking figure it out I guess...”

Your eyes shot back up to his, admiring the honest look upon his face.

“R…Really?”

“Just don't expect me to be eager about changing shitty diapers."

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