#i wear sweaters every day i love the summer as much as the next guy

[im-tempted]

heat is the fucking worst though

It IS never forgetting the year it got to almost 80°

I was legit going to start killing I fucking hate the heat I would life forever in fall if I was allowed to sadly I am stuck with two weeks of perfect weather and then the worst months of my life

#i am very opinionated on weather #i wear sweaters every day i love the summer as much as the next guy #i hate the heat more than anyone #ugck #li #adam fucking around

[minkkumaz]

IGNITING OUR LOVE

deciding to give each boy a chance, you fueled their need for friendly competition. between woonhak and jaehyun, they both put on a show to see who impresses their lady the most. however even after going on a proper date with each boy, there's something you're still unsure about. RACE TO YOUR HEART series

PAIRING woonmyungz x fem!reader WC 5.4k TAGS adults dni. racecar driver au. no poly relationship. mentions of toxic relationship. fluff. seperate dates. lowk crackfic. very unserious at times. kidnapping jokes. TAGLIST @skullverse OMI NOTE this turned out way fucking longer than i anticipated it to be omg. this is like a summer with you all over again. (it'll get worse as time flies by.. i have a few long ones up my sleeve)

fiddling with the hem of your skirt, you waited on the curb of your culdesac for a familiar boy to drive down the road. it had been two weeks since woonhak and jaehyun initially asked you out on a date. they maneuvered the timing around one another, leaving you with woonhak today and jaehyun tomorrow. 

there was an unfamiliar feeling in your chest, exploring into the deepest depths of your heart. so sweet it could give you cavities, yet sour enough to make you flinch. it wasn’t everyday you went on back to back dates. but in a way, you were somehow thriving. everything got so much easier when you started opening up more, so you became positive that tonight would be fun, as well as the following day.

as you waited, you remembered back to the phonecall you had with your friend explaining every little detail to her. how they found you that day, and how you decided to spend the next with them, only for both boys to ask you out on a day. shocked was an understatement, she almost flipped her shit in the best way possible. despite the undying love she had for woonhak, she was considerate of your feelings and thought it was ‘cupid blessing you with love.’

a blessing in disguise, yet as the clock ticked you became queasy. peaking over the houses at the end, a car drove into your neighborhood that you didn’t recognize. you weren’t expecting woonhak to show up in his race car, so you kept your hopes high that it was.

the window rolled down, revealing the smiley boy that you were expecting to see. he was dressed casually, with a sweater vest over a plain white tee and some jeans. the outfit you were wearing was just a plain skirt with a shirt, so you were thankful that he went casual as well.

“hey! you look– you look really cute!” he spoke out the window, clicking the button to unlock the door to the front seat.

“thank you..!” you blush, buckling yourself in, “um i don’t think you told me where we were going yet? you’re not going to kidnap me are you?”

“oh my gosh– of course not! i probably should’ve asked before, but that’s just my terrible planning. are you okay with roller coasters? or just amusement parks in general?” hints of worry lace his tone, but you nod in response.

“i don’t mind them at all! i’ll try everything for the first time so, don’t even give it a second thought!” you smile softly.

“perfect. i promise you’ll have fun!” he steps on the gas, carrying the two of you out of your neighborhood and towards the destination.

“i don’t doubt that for a second.” 

the car drove smoothly against the road, every house and building passing by into a colorful blur. everything about the atmosphere was calming, a playlist running quietly in the background to ease your thoughts. 

a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. no words were spoken, but it was nice. woonhak moved his hand over the dial to turn up the volume on the song that was currently playing. the volume stays stable throughout the rest of the car ride.

when you guys pulled into the busy parking lot, all of the rides looked much larger in person, making your eyes go big. there were long, colorful rollercoasters, as well as dropper rides, and ones that would swing around in circles. 

“excited? my favorite is that one right there!” woonhak leans over the center console to point at one of the rollercoasters.

“you’ve been here before?” you question, looking at his face which is only inches from yours. 

taken aback, he quickly pulls away, “oh– yeah! i actually came here with my friend taesan not too long ago, but it was super packed so we couldn’t get on that one..”

“hope– hopefully the line isn’t super long! we should go!” you stutter out shyly. 

“yeah, let’s!” he rushedly opens the door as you do as well, getting out of the car.

“do we need to purchase tickets at the front?” you ask, walking alongside him to the entrance.

“i already bought them so we just need to go through and have the person scan them.” he hands you a piece of paper with a barcode on the side.

“okay, cool! i’ll pay you back when i get home!”

“are you serious, i’m not letting you pay for anything today! it’s all on me, okay?” he insists as you near the entrance.

“what?! these tickets are probably expensive, it’s only right i pay you back.” you furrow your eyebrows, and he just ruffles your hair.

“i’ll block your number if you try to send me money, it’s my day to treat and get to know you more.” he argues, not taking no for an answer.

“you suck, i’m paying next time.” you give in, flattening your hair.

“are you already planning for our next date?” he smiles joyfully.

“what– no! well i mean? shut up!” you groan, “i’m not just go on a strike from hanging out with you, it doesn’t have to be a date!”

“i’m still going to be delusional tonight and tell jae you said that.”

“you’re already insufferable.” you joke, entering through the gates of the amusement park behind him.

while there was a lot of people, it was nothing according to woonhak. the sun was bright on your face, making you thankful that you wore sunscreen. there was a multitude of activities to do, as well as some fair - esque games.

despite it being bright out, the different colored lights on the rollercoasters and booths were still prominent. you were impressed by how nice this park was, having not been to it before. woonhak held out a hand to you , scratching the back of his neck nervously. you gingerly accept, remembering the only other time you held hands with him was very sudden, with less romantic intent.

he intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you around and pointing at different things the two of you together. though you said you didn’t have much of a preference, he wanted to find something you enjoyed. in the end, you decided on some bumper cars that didn’t have much of a line.

“i can just never escape driving, can i?” he lets out an exaggerated sigh, clipping in his seatbelt like the operator told him to.

“you said you’d do whatever i wanted to!” 

“i’m kidding, i just want you to have fun!”

“then let me have my fun by pushing you into a wall.” you smile, moving your car backwards before pressing the gas forward to push woonhak.

“hey! you’re not going to get away with that!” he yells as you scurry away.

the two of you chase after each other in your cars, the bumpers becoming worn out from colliding with one another. laughter fills the mini arena. the antenna on the back of your vehicle shook every time he came in contact with you.

however, the fun was short lived as you had a time limit to ride, before giving up your spot to the next person. that idea never stopped either of you from having a lot of fun.

“i– i can’t breathe oh my gosh you kept making me laugh!” you pant.

“it was my number one distraction technique.” he brags, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders.

“yeah but you probably gave me whiplash, so you’re paying for my surgery.” you shove his side lightly.

“are we going to pretend like you didn’t knock me into tomorrow?! how am i supposed to drive when i can’t even move my head ninety degrees!” 

“you’re dramatic, i’m not as strong as you are!”

“bro we were in cars? it doesn’t even matter if i’m stronger than you.” he rolls his eyes before instinctively putting an arm around your shoulder.

the action made you feel small against him, immediately shutting up your friendly bickering. he pretended not to notice, but was fearful that you were uncomfortable with him. was it too sudden? should he have given you a high five or something?

in an attempt to move his arm away, he taps lightly on your skin to play it off. what he didn’t expect was for you to raise your hand up to his and place it atop, stopping him from moving away. a smile appeared on his face as he continued walking with you through the large crowds.

you admired the scenery around you, woonhak watching your eyes dart to anything and almost everything. a pallet of different smells combined together and waffed in and out of your nose. looking at all of the different booths and food stands, your eyes light up upon seeing an arrangement of ice cream flavors on a big sign.

“a little birdie is telling me that ice cream sounds pretty good right now.” woonhak meets your gaze as you try to hold back your excitement.

“that little birdie and i have something in common, i think we might be twins. maybe soulmates?” you grin as he walks the both of you over to the line.

“on second thought, that was my original idea and i take full credit for it!”

“sorry woon i’m only into birds now.”

“fumbling to a bird is somehow worse than to jaehyun.” 

“ouch, you gonna take that kim woonhak?” 

“don’t hit me up, i’m too busy trying to decide what i want out of these thirty different flavors” he puts his free hand up to your face, and you only punch his palm lightly in return.

“speaking of flavors, that snickers one actually looks really good.” you say, drooling at the thought.

“woah! they have a rainbow flavor..?” he points out, sounding more like a question.

“have you never had rainbow sherbert before?” you wonder out loud.

“no, sorry, i don’t fuck with eating frozen unicorn shit.” he says blankly, but immediately smiles after.

“you’re missing out it’s kind of peak.” 

“then how about you get it and i’ll try some of yours?” he holds out his hand.

“fine, i suppose i’ll take one for the team so you can try your stupid rainbow sherbert.” you kick pretend rocks, before shaking his hand.

once you get up to the window, woonhak orders the ice cream for the both of you. he ends up ordering rocky road, while you get the rainbow sherbert for him to try. you can see the soft ice cream dispensing from the machine behind the worker. 

after waiting patiently, but not for too long, two cups of the fresh dessert you were yearning for was placed in front of you with a spoon and a ‘have a good day!’ you and woonhak thanked the worker and searched around for a place to sit. a shaded spot that wasn’t very busy was decided on, so you both sat down next to one another.

“okay, be ready to have your life changed!” you inform woonhak, dipping your spoon into a corner of the ice cream. 

“are– are you going to feed it to me?” he asks, blush washing over his cheeks.

“i was going to but um– if you don’t want me to i don’t have–”

“no! it’s fine. you’re fine. i mean– ah?” he gives up on stumbling over his words, gaping his mouth open slightly for you to deliver the soft treat to him.

“yo, you might be right. unicorn shit isn’t half bad!” he jokes.

“woonhak you need to get a grip before i ditch you on this date.”

“hey! you love hanging out with me! don’t deny it.” he frowns, licking any excess ice cream from his lips.

“okay maybe you got me, but i’ll leave in a heartbeat.” you fake threaten, watching him become smiley again.

“you know, i’m surprised you went through with this whole date in the first place.” he commented, “you’re too pretty to be single..”

“well, i wasn’t exactly single. didn’t jaehyun tell you?” you could of swore he already knew about your ex.

“not a single word!”

“shit uh.. you see when mommy and daddy love each other, but things don’t go exactly as planned–”

“bro i’m not that much younger than you, a few months at best!” he complained, watching you giggle at his reaction.

“okay okay, i did date someone in the past. and he kind of fucked me up like, really bad? i don’t think i gave jae the full sob story but..” you explain, the change in your tone becoming evident, “he was very manipulative, and i stuck through every little bullshit story he plotted into my head. there was no way he actually loved me, more like the idea of me. so two months later, and boom i’m at this race trying to get my head in the game.”

“like troy bolton?” his question raises your mood slightly.

“yes, like troy bolton.

“i’m so fucking sorry you had to go through that, there’s no way he deserved someone as funny and kind as you. it’s his loss.” woonhak shrugged, moving his hand slightly closer to yours until your pinkies touched.

“nah, don’t mention it. everything is finally starting to get better. and not to be sappy or anything, but you and jae have been such awesome people to hang out with. definitely made the process a lot smoother in the end.” you sigh, trying to shake off the depths of the conversation you were having.

“i’m um.. i’m glad you trust me enough to tell me these things. i’ll always be here, you know?” he mumbles, almost coming out like a whisper. despite the large crowds amongst you, it felt like it was only you and woonhak in that exact moment.

“thank you, woon. you’re sweet.” you compliment him, taking a portion from your ice cream to try it on your own. 

“you kind of missed your mouth a bit.” he laughs.

he moved his hand to the corner of your lip, gently wiping off whatever you had gotten on your face. his touch lingers for a moment too long. you already begin to feel the heat building up in your cheeks, something you haven’t felt in quite awhile.

woonhak had always been very gentle with you besides his chaotic persona. both jaehyun and woonhak have. and for the two weeks they’ve known you, you could tell that they thrived on taking care of others, especially each other; even whenever things got a little crazy in the group chat you had formed with the two of them. that’s what you admired most about their dynamic, nothing was too serious.

when he pulled his hand away from your lips, you missed the touch of his hand against your face. he tried to brush it off with a nervous chuckle, going back to the dessert in front of him. it was like nothing had happened, but the burning sensation in his chest showed that everything happened.

the rest of the day with woonhak continued like normally. there were a numerous amount of things for the both of you to do, and it felt like you got around to a decent amount of it. your feet hurt from walking around so much, but it was all worth it in the end. 

going on large scary rides that you were intimidated by, just to have the time of your life, eating so many sweets til your stomach hurt, and watching the fireworks light up the sky into a beautiful portrait of sparks. each second spent next to woonhak made you forget about every other worry, every other little thing. it was a sweet date the two of you shared, and you wouldn’t take it for granted.

but the hole in your stomach was no secret, because as you sit in woonhak’s car while he drives you home, you became scared for the date you’d have with jaehyun. was it so terrible to share such a meaningful time with woonhak, and share something so similar with his best friend the next day?

it was difficult to believe they were okay with this, and you still didn’t understand just quite. though you tried your very best to think on the bright side of things. you’d have just as much fun with jae and whatever he had planned, and it was okay if you felt strongly over one date than the other. because at the end of the day, you had to pick.

the sudden halt of the car brought you back to earth, woonhak putting his car in park and looking over to you. street lights from outside barely illuminated the expression on your face, but he knew that you were beautiful.

“today was really great, y/n. thank you for letting me take you out.” he murmured, not wanting to let you leave just yet.

“no, thank you. i really enjoyed myself, you made everything perfect.” you assure him, letting one of your hands rest on the door handle, and the other in your lap.

“text me photos and everything later, okay?”

“got it. i’ll see you later woon.” you tell him goodbye, stepping out of his car into the coolness of the night. before you start walking away, you hear the window roll down.

“do me a favor, please?” he yells out to you, making you turn your head, “have fun with jae tomorrow, i’ll be waiting for you.”

you could only nod in response before he begins to drive back down your street and out of your view. the tired in your eyes became evident as you walked up to your porch, unlocking your front door to bask in the comfortability of your home. 

whatever was in store for you tomorrow, you didn’t want to think about it for now. because in your dreams for tonight, it was only you and woonhak.

when you woke up in the morning to greet the world, it had selfishly turned its back on you. it was not in fact sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies, but in fact just the deathly sun burning you like an stove in your own bedroom. today was significantly hotter than it had been yesterday, but it was all in fun of the summer. what that told you initially was that today was going to be interesting.

you hurried yourself to get ready, slipping on an outfit that would help you battle the humid weather. a lot of things ran through your mind like wild fire as you prepared for your second date. the buzz of your phone getting notifications vibrated your vanity. finishing up as soon as you could, you sent jaehyun a message to let him know you were on your way outside.

similar to yesterday, you genuinely had zero clue what he had planned. there were only so many date ideas you could think of off the top of your head, only increasing your curiosity as you stepped down the stairs. you checked your appearance quickly on your phone before heading out the door, seeing his car parked right in front of your house.

“jae!” you wave, as he unlocks the doors for you to let yourself in.

“hi, y/n! you look really pretty, hard to find a good outfit for the weather?” he grins at you, starting to drive as soon as you’re all situated.

“can you imagine? my wardrobe is built for winter so i tried my best. guess i pulled it off then.” you replied, excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. 

“i can always get my friend taesan to customize you some pieces if you’re ever running low on something for your wardrobe. he’s really talented so me and woon are always wearing his stuff.” he takes one hand off the wheel to point to his shoes that looked painted.

“those do look cool! might have to cop me a pair.. is taesan free tomorrow?” you joke as jaehyun just rolls his eyes dramatically.

“hey man, this is our date, let me gatekeep you just for today!” he whines.

“our date, yet i’m your man?” you quirk up an eyebrow, stifling your laughter.

“i don’t judge, woonhak is basically my man baby in disguise.” 

“myung jaehyun you are absolutely foul with these woon - baby jokes, he complained about them all day yesterday and i could not stop laughing.” you cross your arms, pretending to be serious.

“i can’t help it! he’s my baby and i stand by that until i die.” he responds, twisting and turning down the road.

“oh by the way, where are we going? you never really told me anything in our texts?” you remember to ask him.

“right! i wanted to keep it a surprise, so you’ll see when we get there.” he winks.

“god, it’s me again. is this how i get kidnapped and tied up in a basement where i’m lead to my ultimate doom?” you pray out loud, earning a chuckle from the boy next to you.

“i’m not going to steal you away, we’re almost there anyways.” he points in the direction of a large building, “see, it’s right there!”

“jae.. is that an aquarium?”

“they have games there too.”

“be right back i need to text woonhak that i’m emotionally unavailable for the rest of my life.”

jaehyun flashed you another smile, glad that you’re content with his choice of date. it was a secret to you that he was panicking last minute the night before. why did every remotely cool place have to be closed off for that specific day?

he pulled the car into a parking space closest to the entrance, though it wasn’t long before you were leaping around with excitement. your bag gently hit against your hip as you walked up ahead of him with a pep in your step. jae quickly pulled out his phone and took a couple instagram - worthy photos that he’d send to you later.

blue lighting immediately fell over the two of you like a comfy blanket, a numerous amount of fish able to be spotted from where you were standing. you stood awe - struck at the colorful water creatures that float around in their tanks while jaehyun paid for tickets.

“okay, what do you want to do first?” he hands you a ticket that you put in your pocket.

“can we go check that out? i don’t know what it is but it looks huge and i kind of want to pet it.” you move your arm into the crook of his, intertwining them together so you can lead him where you want to. 

“let us run wherever thee wants, you can take thou wherever you please, madam.”

“sorry shakespeare i want jaehyun back so i can talk to him about these cute fishies.” you frown.

“my bad that slipped out. i do that sometimes whenever my friend leehan talks about fish! i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if hes lurking around here somewhere..” he looked around suspiciously.

“you have some very interesting friends from what i’ve heard.” you think to yourself.

“don’t get any ideas or else you’ll hurt my feelings.” he purses his bottom lip.

“eww don’t do that in front of the fish, they’ll think you’re mocking them!” you point to a pink one swimming around, “look at this one! i think it’s crying.”

“underwater?”

“yes, underwater. you can tell it’s eyes are glossy.”

“..underwater?”

“i’m going to leave your ass in the dirt, jaehyun. let me live my teenage girl life looking at bright pink fish that i’m headcanoning with emotions.” 

“you are actually the cutest person ever.” he sighs, looking closely at whichever little straggler you were staring at.

“hh–” you look away from the tank, blushing at his sudden compliment.

“i like this one.” he points at an extremely puffy fish.

“aw, it looks like it just had a hardy meal. it’s puffing out its cheeks all big!” you gasp, leaning your face closer to the glass to get a better look.

“speaking of food, are you hungry at all?” he questions you.

“hmm, i’m not very hungry at the moment, but i can always eat! i might have to tucker myself out if i’m going to have a full meal though.”

“well.. they do have a game spot for all the little kids that we could totally go check out if you’re in for a challenge.” he mentioned.

“am i about to bust your ass in underwater themed dance dance revolution?” you bet.

“no, because it’s regular themed dance dance revolution, just with shark stickers all over it.” 

“don’t test me jae.”

“okay! okay, i sincerely apologize for my actions, i will admit to being the biggest loser on the planet.” he pats your back.

“the apology was a five out of ten, you need a ukelele and it might be slightly better.” you shrug, arm still intertwined with his.

you let him lead you to the supposed game area that he had his eyes on. it wasn’t the biggest attraction ever, since it was an aquarium, not an arcade, but there was still a decent amount to do. a couple of small children littered around playing games and sitting with their parents. taking a brief look around, it was mainly educational things to keep children engaged with underwater wild life

“you lied to me! they don’t even have ddr.” you complain.

“no, but they have frogger!”

“yeah, and a bunch of educational puzzles about stuff i already know.”

“okay then go and name every fish species in the ocean right this second.” he taps his foot impatiently.

“on second thought, educational puzzles are super fun!” you switch up, smiling unnaturally wide.

“see, don’t sleep on learning new information, y/n. that’s how you become wise like me.” he pokes at his temple.

“oh, right here?” you place your finger on his forehead as he nods, before you quickly flick your fingers against his skull.

“ow!”

“ah, i get it now. the more hollow it sounds the smarter you are. i must be a dumbass then.”

“ha ha very funny. we have an entire aquarium to explore! this place is for children like woonhak, i think they have exhibits where you can pet the fish? kind of like sea world i guess.” he rambles, yet keeps you intrigued.

“sounds like a better idea, let’s go look around.” you exclaim, grabbing onto his hand instead of intertwining arms. 

exploring the depths of the ocean, as jaehyun would say, was fun as well as stress inducing. running around hand in hand with him was always interesting, and there were so many different fishes to look at. putting it simply by saying you ‘had fun’ was a complete understatement.

you both often compared the fishes funny faces to people you knew, and jae was getting a kick out of it especially. even though woonhak wasn’t there, he was there in spirit with the hundreds of fish the two of you named after him to get a quick giggle. not only that, you poked fun at one another in the exact same way. a puffer fish a couple tanks down was named jaehyun, and it’s cute mate was named y/n.

catching glimpses of anything and everything, it had felt like you explored the entire building. though besides the funny moments you shared together, the atmosphere itself was romantic. jaehyun thought you looked prettiest under this lighting, when the darkness of the tunnel you were both in meant he could barely make out your facial features, but he just had the feeling in his gut you looked ethereal.

exchanging glances often, the blush never left one anothers cheeks. the day was coming to an end, something that you were dreading especially tonight. you attempted to forget about the decisions you’d have to make, and just bask in the warmth of being with him.

“i don’t want to leave yet.” he looked sad, swinging your arms back and forth.

“i have a curfew you know, but i don’t want to go either.” you reminded him.

“actually, i have an idea. come with me!” he leads you around the corner into a gift shop, where they have a large selection of merchandise to choose from.

“ooo, sea stuff!”

“pick out anything, and i’ll buy it for you.” he offers, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

“oh my gosh, does this mean i’m your sugar baby?” you hinted, nudging him with your elbow.

“does that give me brownie points?”

“i’ll think about it.”

“then you can interpret my answer however you please.” he declared, “now pick out something, they have a lot of cute stuffed animals here.”

“this seal has been eyeing me since we came in here, i don’t know.. it looks pretty cute.” you pick up the fluffy creature and poke at its eyeballs.

“i don’t think it’s going to be able to eye you anymore after that one.” he gulped.

“even better. i choose this one!” you hold it in front of his face as he takes it from you.

“what if i told you i forgot my wallet and you actually have to buy it yourself?” he non discreetly hides his wallet behind his back.

“shucks! guess i have to nuke the planet, because i would die if you didn’t have your wallet.”

“you’re so dumb.” he laughs, taking the stuffed seal up to the register to pay.

“you’re the one that likes me though, so who’s losing here?” you retorted.

“not me! you’ll like me eventually, maybe? if i try hard enough.” he takes the receipt from the cashier and thanks them, handing you the stuffed animal.

“for starters, this seal might have.. sealed the deal.” you do a dramatic wink, following him back out to the car.

“i might have to sit back for that one..”

“stop it, don’t lie! it was kind of funny. i just came up with it on the spot.”

“y/n, get in the car and i’ll show you some real comedy.” he clicks the lock on his car, opening the door.

“is the joke where you kidnap me and tie me up, then it turns into one of those cop shows?” you ask, putting on your seatbelt.

“i don’t know, let’s find out!” he claimed.

the ride home was just as entertaining as the date, jaehyun constantly saying something he thinks it funny, just for you to not laugh as revenge. it went on like this for awhile, but you always gave into him. when the tone quiet down, and all you could hear is music playing from the aux, you got a chance to reminisce about the day you had.

jaehyun was a very genuine person, always sweet and able to joke about everything. it felt like you were able to connect with him very quickly. on top of that, he got you a cool stuffed seal to keep as a souvenir on your bed.

when you pulled back into your culdesac, you knew it was time to say goodbye and thank him for the day. after unbuckling yourself and collecting your bag on the floor, you give him a soft smile.

“it was a really lovely day today, thank you so much, jaehyun!” you thank him.

“of course, i had a lot of fun too.” he leaned an arm on the center console, almost admiring you as you thanked him.

“and thank you for the stuffed animal, i’m not sure what i want to name it yet. you should text me ideas!” you recommend.

“cute, i will definitely make sure to. you make sure to text me later too, okay?” his words almost stopped your world for a second, as the integrity of the situation was weighing on you once again.

“y– yes! yes i will. i’ll see you later, jae!” you hurry out of his car and wave him goodbye. as soon as he’s down the street, you sit yourself down on the curb to think for a second.

you had to choose between these two boys, and the weight was becoming extremely heavy on your shoulders. it felt almost impossible, but you swore that one of them pulled you in a little more than the other. all you needed was time to think.

woonhak planned a very wonderful date, and you had a lot of fun on it. jaehyun also planned a wonderful date, which was what conflicted you the most. was it the place they took you, or how it felt to spend time with each of them?

though your mind was still reeling, you scrambled around in your bag for your car keys with an idea in your head of where you wanted to go. just a fifteen minute drive and a phone call. that’s all you needed.

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Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Pairing: Steddie x plus!size reader

A/N: Okie Dokie. I'm feeling inspired. I know the last part wasn't real smutty. However, I feel like a lot of Steddie fics never really start at the beginning of the relationship. Thanks for reading and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. So without further Ado. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I also watched breaking dawn when I was writing this. So it might have come through.

Warnings: 18+ Smut, sexual implications, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male and female receiving), language, pet names like a mofo, angst, fluff, after care, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: How you ended up with not 1 but 2 boyfriends is beyond you. Why Eddie and Steve are into your thickness is strange but, they make you feel like a queen.

Part 2

Your very first date was with Steve. You were actually very nervous. You have been talking to him and Eddie on the phone for 2 weeks. But you haven't seen them since the night at the diner. Steve worked and went to the local college trying to get ahead of his school work. Eddie worked at the auto shop during the summer. And you. You spent the days with Liz and nights she would talk you into going out. You would go with her a few times a week. But you much rather talk to Eddie and Steve.

Every day that week she brought a guy home. You had moved your suitcase out of her room now making the couch your permanent bed. It was okay though. It was really comfy. You imagined this is what it would be like if you and Liz were roommates. Her parents were on vacation in Italy this summer so it was just you and her for the entire summer. Well you her and some random dude. You spent a good portion of the nights talking to Eddie. He was always up late despite him having to go to work early the next morning. He really liked the tea you gave him but if he drank it he wouldn't be able to talk to you.

You liked Eddie more than you cared to admit. He was really similar in the ways that surprised you. His kindness was a total contrast to his rough exterior. He was honestly very sweet. Since you were getting close to Eddie so fast Steve felt out of the loop. That's why they decided for you to go out with him first. So you could get to know him. And you really wanted to know Steve.

There was just a thing about him. His confidence. The way he walked. He just seemed like every girl's dream guy. But there was something deeper there. Something beyond his charm and good looks. And you couldn't wait to find out what it was.

You let Liz help choose an outfit for that Friday night. You guys went to the mall and she showed you so many sun dresses. She tried to get you to get a baby pink one but she settled for a black one with sunflowers on it. It was a strapped dress that fell just past your knees. She had picked out some cute strappy wedges to go along with the dress. To be honest you thought you looked really nice in it. That was until your arms stood out like a sore fucking thumb. Liz saw your face in the mirror and hugged you.

" Babes, common. You look so pretty. "

You blinked the tears away. "I'm sorry Lizzy. You know how I get."

" Yes I do. So stop it. You are beautiful. And Steve's gonna love you in it."

" I think I'm gonna grab a sweater."

Liz frowned but knew it was something that would make you feel better. So she went to get you a cardigan that matched the color of the flowers. When you were getting ready for the date she did your hair. She put it half up and half down and curled it a little. She tried to put on makeup on you but all you let her get away with was mascara and lipstick. She wanted you to wear red but you said it was too much. That Steve wouldn't recognize you. So she put on something a little closer to your natural lip color. You rubbed your lips together and popped them.

" Okay I'm ready."

You chewed the inside of your cheek waiting for him outside. You hoped he liked how you looked. You wanted to smoke so bad. But you didn't want the smell of it to over power your perfume. So you stood there picking at your nails when he finally came. He rushed out of the driver side carrying flowers. He stopped mid stride when he got a good look at you. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. He was blushing.

" Wow! You look...wow!"

"Thank you." You blushed too.

" Uhh hey sweetheart." He came and hugged you

He breathed you in and his senses went haywire. You smelled so good and you looked so great and you felt so soft. You were absolutely perfect.

" I just can't believe how amazing you look." He said pulling away and handed you the flowers.

You smelled them." Thank you. But Steve you're already taking me out. No need for the compliments."

" Baby girl. I will always compliment you. So you better get used to it."

He kissed your cheek and opened the door for you. You slid in making sure not to flash him. He buckled you in and closed the door. He jogged to the drivers side and got in. He grinned at you.

" Ready sweetheart?"

" Ready." You beamed at him.

That was the most stunning smile he had ever seen. That smile and that smile alone let him know everything he needed to know about you. You were definitely the right girl for them.

Every time he would glance at you, you would feel butterflies in your stomach. And when he smiled your face felt hot. It was sheer torture being next to this man. The way he talked was just so pleasing. He was a bit quiet though. He seemed kinda shy. Not at all like how he was at the diner.

He took you to dinner at this little pizza place you suggested. You guys were having a great conversation about all things Steve. He protested a bit. But he knew this was his chance to get you to like him the way you liked Eddie. He was just about to tell you about his terrible senior year when someone walking in.

"Hi Steve."

His demnor changed as the girl approached the table.

"H-Hey Nancy."

There was obvious tension there. She was very pretty and thin. She had some of the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. She looked over to you and smiled.

" Hi. I'm Nancy Wheeler." She held out her hand to you.

You smiled and took it. " Hello. I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

"uhh how's Johnathan?" Steve asked

" He's good. He's in the car. You want to say hi?"

"Uhh no that's alright. I'm on a date." He said nodding to you.

" Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. It was really nice meeting you." She smiled in your direction.

You returned it and nodded.

"You guys take care."

Steve waved but he didn't look happy. You watched him as he watched her leave. There it was. You just knew it. That's the girl who broke his heart. He had mentioned a girl before but now you could put the face to the name. He looked upset. You didn't know what to say so you just hugged him. You felt his stiffened body relax in your arms.

" Do you want to talk about it?" You said as you pulled away and leaned back into your chair.

He held your hand. "I..."

" It's ok if you don't want to."

" No I do. I want to tell you everything."

" okay. Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

He chuckled. " It uhh took a long time and many girls to get over her.... I-I still love her. But, I'm not in love with her anymore. I used to picture us getting married and having kids. But she didn't see that with me."

" Oh."

Steve heard the sadness in your voice. " I...I'm sorry."

" No don't be. I understand that. Being in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way."

" It's just. I don't know. I'm different now. I still want the same things. But now...I know what I want and what Eddie wants is not the "ideal" type of thing everyone sees. But, we want to find someone who accepts us you know. Who doesn't mind the situation."

" Do you ever think of maybe having a monogamous relationship with Eddie?"

" uhh no. I mean he's my best pal. And I like him. But we need a girl. Well not just any girl. But someone who sees us and doesn't judge. Someone who sees us individually and together."

He smiled. " I know you do. That's why we are doing this. Because we want to build something with you."

" I see you." You said just above a whisper

You were looking for the right words to say. You had this burning question that was eating at you.

" But why me? You guys can have any girl you want?"

" Yeah maybe. But we don't want just any girl. There is something about you that silently spoke to us."

" But what if this isn't what I want."

He frowned. " if you don't want this. We could just be friends."

" What if I just want you?"

" You don't like Eddie?"

" I-I do. I like him a lot. But it's just a question."

" If that's what you want I'm sure Eddie would understand."

" Umm and if I want Eddie?"

He sighed. " Then I would have to be okay with that."

For some reason his answers were comforting. You did like the idea of having just one guy. But how could you choose? They were just so perfect in their own ways. You only wished they were one. How could you possibly juggle 2 guys? There was just 1 of you. How could you show them equal attention. And why would they pick you out of all people? What was so special about you?

Steve could see you lost in your mind. He didn't want you to overthink the situation. At least not so early on. He really did want to have a girlfriend and to do things that couples do. But he wanted it with Eddie there. He and Eddie changed so much this past year. And it was comforting to know Eddie had his back when it came to finding one girl. Sure it wasn't the norm to be in a 3 way relationship. But he and Eddie didn't care what others thought. They just need someone to fill the hole in their hearts. And their sights were set on you. Because well you were different. You rejected their advances when no other girl did. You spoke up for yourself when you felt uncomfortable. You were a nice innocent girl who seemed to be very protective of your heart. And he just knew that you would protect his and Eddie's with everything you had. That's why they picked you. Because you were special. And sure you were so damn gorgeous and he really wanted to fuck you. But he really wanted to see if things would work out. He didn't want to rush this.

" Steve? What if I'm not enough? I know I don't look like a girl who should be with either of you. But what if you guys suddenly see that and decide that you don't want me?"

Steve cupped your face. " Baby girl, you are more than enough. You got that. You are so beautiful that Eddie and I can barely stand it. And trust me. We want you. I want you more than you could possibly know. I know it's really early in this. But I can't help the way I feel about you. And all I want to do is make you happy."

" But what if this ends badly."

He kissed your cheek. " Who says this is gonna end at all? We are serious about this."

You kissed the palm of his hand. " just one step at a time."

After dinner he took you to a drive-in movie. You went with him to the food stand holding hands. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as he ordered popcorn and a large drink. He let you pick out a candy to share. He was surprised that you picked sour patch kids. He loved those.

Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. " yes. One step at a time."

...

" Sour patches?" Steve said holding you tighter as you guys stood off to the side waiting for the order.

" Yeah. I love how they're sour then sweet. Do you like them?"

" Yes. The lime ones are my favorite."

You scrunched your nose. "Ewww. My favorites are the orange ones."

" Gross. It's perfect. I'll eat the lime ones and you can eat all the orange ones." He said kissing your cheek over and over again.

You giggled. " And we can save the rest for Eddie." You turned around in his arms interlocking your fingers around his neck.

There was a moment. It was clear as day to anyone who saw. You wanted each other. Wanted more nights like this. More time spent in each other's arms.

He smirked. " Do you want me to kiss you?"

" Would it be against the rules if we kissed?" You asked a bit nervously.

" Yes please."

He groaned. He loved how polite you were. Even if it was against the rules. He would give you whatever you wanted. Just with one look from those pretty eyes of yours and he would be on his knees in the blink of an eye.

He gave you one tender kiss. Nothing like the first one. But just as good if not better. You liked this. Like the attention he was giving you. The way he held you like you had always been his. Being totally utterly adored.

" Will you excuse me? I have to use the ladies room."

" You keep that up sweetheart we just might break some rules tonight."

A sly smile crossed your lips as you booped his nose. " Promise?"

He just grinned and shook his head. You made it really hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He watched you walk away. The way your ass swayed in that dress made him lick his lips.

You went in the stall and lined the toilet with tissue and lifted your dress pulling down your panties. You sat down and started to go when a bunch of girls came home making a racket.

" Oh my god! Steve Harrington is here." One girl said

" Yeah I just saw him at the counter getting popcorn and pop."

"He was alone?"

" No. I saw some girl earlier."

" Really!? Awww "

" Was she pretty?"

" Yeah...for a fat chick. Can you say mooo?"

Your heart sank and someone gasped.

" Nooo! He's here with a fat girl? He must be horny."

" I don't know. The way he looks at her. It's like the way he looked at Nancy."

" Oh hell no. Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

" Did you see where she went? I want to look at the cow who has the hottest guy in Hawkins attention."

You could feel the prickle of tears coming but you blinked them away. You wiped and pulled up your undies, fixing your dress and flushed the toilet. You walked over to the sink and washed your hands. You could feel the girls staring at you and heard them whispering. You dried your hands and turned to look at the girls. Normally this is was something you would hide from or Liz would give them shit for making fun of you. Maybe she's rubbed off on you already. Either way you just felt the need to say something.

" Hi. I'm the cow on a date with Steve....yeah but my name is y/n. Next time you decide to talk about him or me. Just keep in mind that he chose the fat girl...and not you....enjoy the movie." You smirked and left.

As soon as you turned the corner you ran right into Steve's chest. Spilling soda all over his shirt.

" OH! Steve! Oh my. I-I I'm so sorry."

You went to grab napkins and tried to dry him.

" Baby girl, it's ok. It's just pop."

" No Steve. Gosh. I'm sorry." You dabbed at his shirt.

" I have an extra one in the car. Common let's go back."

You nodded. Once in the car Steve handed you the popcorn and candy. He leaned over the seat and dug for a shirt. He found it just a few seconds later. He took his soak top off revealing his hair chest. Something went off in you. Something feral. You squeezed your thighs hard and looked away. He noticed and laughed.

" What's so funny?" You said without looking at him.

" I uhh I like the way you stood up for yourself in there."

" You heard that huh?"

" Yeah. And let me tell you something." He said moving closer to you.

He took the popcorn and candy out of your hand and placed them on the dash. " You're anything but what they called you. You're not a cow but a goddess. You're not pretty, you're beautiful."

You swallowed gently and his face got closer to yours and his hand trailed up your thigh under your dress.

" And to be completely honest. I do want to fuck you. But I really want this." He said putting his hand that was on your thigh over your heart.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. You wanted him to touch you. Or at least say that he could.

" Baby girl. Can I kiss you?"

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice was deep and calling.

" Steve Harrington...Please kiss me."

He grinned and did. This time very much like the first. You could feel your skin raise as the kiss deepened. You adjust yourself so that you were on your back and he was between your legs. Not breaking the kiss once. He pressed his growth to your clothed cunt. He lifted your dress a little to get underneath it to your bra. When massaged your tits his mouth moved from your lips to your neck.

Your soft moans bounced off the car windows. Steve pushed harder into you causing you to gasp from his belt buckle hitting your bundle of nerves. You could feel your wetness leaking from your aching core. You moved his hand from your breast down to your tummy. You bucked your hips trying to feel his big bulge again. His mouth moved to the other side of your neck as one of your free hands went to his hair. You moved his hand lower. Once he touched your swollen clit your eyes rolled back. You let go of his hand and he started rubbing soft circles. You moaned louder and he pressed harder into your bundle of nerves making you impossible wet.

" Steve." You mewled

Then he stopped and sat up. You were instantly embarrassed.

" I'm-I'm sorry Steve. I- I didn't mean-" you tried to say while you sat up and pulled down your dress looking forward.

" No sweetheart. Don't be sorry. It's me. I...I shouldn't have let it go that far."

" No no. It was me. If-"

He shut you up by kissing you again. This time it was nice and comforting. A few seconds went by and he put his forehead on yours.

" Better?"

You nodded. " Yes."

" Good. Look baby girl. We can't do this when you're not ready."

" What if I am? What if I say I am?"

" Then you would be lying to me. And you can't do that. Not to me or Eddie. You're a good girl and you can wait."

" But-"

Steve put a finger on your lips. " No buts. We all have to go slow. Or else it will be overwhelming too fast. And I don't want that to happen to you. I know it's hard. But you gotta try. Try for me sweetheart."

You sighed. "Okay."

Steve felt bad for leaving you like that. Shit it was almost impossible to stop when he felt how wet your underwear were. All that mess from just kissing and a little bit of grinding. He knew Eddie would be pissed that he missed that. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He put on his shirt and pulled you so that you could lean against him.

Being held by him was the best thing he could have done after that mishap. You really did like him. And though your mind was clouded for just a moment. He was right to stop. It wouldn't be fair to Eddie. You had wished he was here too. So that they both could be near you. But it was Steve's time and you needed to give him your full attention. Which wasn't a problem. He really had this way about him.

You guys talked and talked. Even when his car was the last one still there. You rested your head on his shoulder and he stroked your hair. You guys sat there listening to music for a while until you fell asleep in his arms.

In the morning you woke up first. When you opened your eyes and looked up you were laying half on and half off of Steve. You smiled and laid your head back down. You fell back asleep for a little while when Steve woke you gently by stroking your back

" Morning sweetheart." His voice was raspy.

" Mmm. Morning." You said looking up into his eyes.

You smiled and he kissed your forehead. You sat up yawned and stretching. The second you were done Steve pulled you back down and hugged you.

" I like waking up with you."

You kissed his chest. "Me too."

You closed your eyes and rested your head again. You could hear his heart beat. You smiled when you heard it pick up when you held onto him tighter.

" I should probably take you back to Liz's. She and Eddie must be worried."

"Just 5 more minutes please." You pleaded in your sweetest voice.

Steve chuckled. "Okay Baby girl. 5 more minutes."

" Yay." You yawned.

You woke him with kisses. He smiled and he opened his eyes blinking sleepily. He looked at his watch.

You really meant 5 minutes but when you officially got up it was the middle of the afternoon.

Crap I was supposed to have lunch with Liz.

She was gonna be pissed. You looked at Steve and he was still knocked out.

" OH SHIT! WE GOT TO GO!"

You sat up and he got into the driver's side. You sat on the passenger side and took off your shoes. "What's wrong Steve?"

" I uhh I was supposed to meet Eddie at 11 to talk about the date. He's gonna be worried."

" Will he be mad?" You looked at him worried.

" Uhh maybe I don't know. He probably has been trying to get ahold of both of us."

Steve reached over and put your seatbelt on before he put his on and started to drive." I just don't want him to think that we did anything without him."

" Umm well hopefully he won't be too mad at us."

" He could never be mad at you. You're too perfect. It's just me he'll have a bone to pick with."

" Well I won't let him be mean to you. I'll protect you."

Steve chuckled grabbing your hand and brought it to his lips. " You're too sweet baby girl."

...

By the look of Eddie's face when you guys pulled up to Liz's driveway he was beyond pissed.

" Stay here ok sweetheart. I'll handle this."

You nodded and Steve got out. Eddie immediately started screaming at him.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD BRING HER HOME. I THOUGHT YOU GUYS GOT HURT! I CALLED THE POLICE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND THE HOSPITAL." Eddie was counting on his fingers.

" Munson man, I'm sorry. We fell asleep." Steve held up his hands.

" WHERE? IN THE CAR?! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?! YOU COULDN'T EVEN GET HER INTO A BED!"

"Eddie man please. She's okay. I promise."

" SHE BETTER BE! IF YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN WITHOUT TELL ME I-"

"Eddie?" You whimpered.

Eddie looked behind Steve and saw you barefoot and looking scared.

" I'm sorry Eddie. It was my fault. Don't be mad at Steve. I-I asked if we could sleep for 5 more minutes. I'm really really sorry. Please don't be mad." You looked at the ground from the shame you felt for making Eddie so mad.

Eddie's anger and worry went to sadness and regret.

" Oh pretty girl. No I'm sorry. I was just worried about you and Steve. Please don't be sad."

Eddie came and hugged you. " I'm not mad Angel. I was just scared. That's all."

" Promise." You said softly looking into those beautiful brown eyes.

Eddie smiled and held up his pinky. " Promise."

You hooked yours in his and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" Thank you pretty girl. Can you please go inside? Liz is freaking out and I need to talk to Steve."

You looked over to Steve and he nodded that it was okay. Eddie squeezed you one last time and let you go.

You looked back and they both smiled at you.

" We'll be there in just a minute ok sweetheart." Steve reassured you.

" What the hell happened? Where's the shirt you left in?"

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and went inside. The moment you closed the door Eddie pushed Steve.

" Eddie, you know I would never do anything without her permission right?"

Eddie was fuming. " What happened?!"

" Well she went to the restroom and I was waiting for her when I heard some girls talking about me. So I got closer to listen and they were making fun of her weight. But she held her own. So I umm I wanted to make her feel better."

Eddie smiled that you did that but after he threw his head back. " Please tell me you didn't. She's not ready. We're not ready."

" We didn't. It was just cuddling. And..."

" And what Harrington?"

" I touched her."

" Where?!"

" Her tits and her clit. But over her underwear."

Eddie was furious. But he had to know. "Did...did you make her cum?"

" No. I stopped way before it got to that."

" Well okay. And she was okay?" He asked

Good. Eddie thought.

He didn't want to miss it when you came again. Yeah he knew he had to share you but it was getting harder and harder to be away from you.

" Yeah she was fine. She's good. I promise."

"Good." Eddie sighed.

"Alright. Let's see what our girl is doing."

Eddie nodded and walked with him to the door. " She looked really pretty in that dress."

Steve smiled. " Beautiful."

...

" Alright pretty girl. It's your turn. Do you save Dwalin from the Clutches of Vecna or do you wish to attack?"

You looked down at the board then to the party.

"May we take a time out to talk about how we will proceed?" You said looking at Eddie who was sitting on his throne.

He was grinning that stupid beautiful grin. You hated the way it made you feel like agreeing to anything.

You and the boys got up and huddled. Eddie watched as you were saying something to Dustin. He got a little jealous seeing the kids with their arm around your waist. But when you looked at him you stuck out your tongue at him, his jealousy went away. He looked to the side and did an open mouth smile, shaking his head. You were as cute as a damn button.

Eddie nodded with the smirk of all smirks. " You may."

After your date with Steve you spent the entire weekend with him. He was really showing you what it was like to be his girlfriend. He took you for a picnic and went mini golfing. He was so sweet. He told you how beautiful you were. The way he held you, it didn't matter where you guys were. He was always hugging you. He brought you flowers and always helped with your seatbelt. He was really winning you over.

But the following Friday was Eddie's turn. And he couldn't have taken you on a better date. He brought you to the highschool and had you join his campaign. It was actually the best 5 hours you've spent in Hawkins. Well besides the time you spent with Eddie and Steve.

Tonight you got to meet all of Eddie's friends from school. They were very accepting of you when you came to play. You guess you won them over by bringing pizza and cokes. Eddie had told you about them and you really wanted them to like you. You had an instant connection with Dustin. He was such a cute kid.

He took a liking to you too. He knew all about you. Eddie told him about the angel he met at the Hideout. And Dustin was really happy that Eddie finally found a girl. He knew that Eddie was really lonely ever since his uncle got transferred to a different plant in Chicago. His uncle wanted Eddie to come but Eddie wanted to stay and graduate. Now it was his fourth time around he was having a real hard time with not graduating last year.

Dustin knew about Eddie and Steve because well, they always did treat him like he was older than he was. But they never did talk about the extra curricular activities with him. Which was fine because he didn't want to hear about it. So he knew they were different.

Dustin thought you must be very special if Eddie brought you to the Hellfire club. This was the first time he ever let a girl come besides Erica. It also really earned you brownie points for actually knowing how to play the game. But right now you guys were in a bind.

You were the only one left and you had a choice to make. Save Dustin's character or fight. But see what Eddie didn't know is that you had a special spell shown to your character from the old men of the mountain that froze time. You could save the entire party and live to fight another day. All you had to do was roll anything over an 11. The odds of you being able to generate enough power to complete the spell were slim. You had to roll twice. Once, to be able to cast the spell and the other to see if it will have an effect.

" There's no shame in running pretty girl." Eddie snickered

You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at him. He sat there grinning like a mad man.

" Okay guys. Are you sure you want me to do this?" You asked one last time.

They all said yes and headed back to the table.

" Alrighty. What's it going to be?" Eddie asked

You looked at the others and they nodded." I want to use a spell."

...

Eddie sat there defeated. He smiled as you and the others celebrated your small victory. Now Eddie had to plan the continuation of The Cult Of Vecna. He was really happy about it. And what made things better was that you would be there.

Everyone went home and Eddie was about to drop you off at Liz's when there was a random car in the driveway. You didn't know who the car belonged to but he did. Billy Hargrove. He was trouble and Eddie knew that. How could he let you go inside with that creep in there? Billy gave Steve a hard time in 85 and he had been MIA for a while. But now he was back in Hawkins. And in the place you were staying.

You went for your belt but Eddie stopped you.

" What's wrong Eddie?"

" I uhhh. I don't want you to go inside."

You were confused. " W-why?"

" There's a guy in there. Not a good one."

You looked at the car then back to Eddie. " I'm sure all the guys she brings back here nearly every night aren't as kind as you Eddie spaghetti."

Eddie had a brief moment of giddiness. He liked that. And he would have kissed you for being so darn cute. But now he had 2 things to worry about.

" She brings strangers here a lot?"

" Well yeah. It's her mission to conquer man."

" Where do you go when she does that?"

" I umm I talk to you or Steve when they're busy."

" And when they don't leave right away where do you sleep?"

" The same place I slept when you came over."

" i-im sorry. I didn't mean-" you tried to explain.

It was quiet for a second.

Oh man that didn't come out right.

You saw Eddie's hands clenched and his jaw flex.

" You've been sleeping on the couch?" He voice was cold and angry.

" umm well yeah. I can't sleep with them."

" They stay the night?!"

Eddie heard the fear in your voice and immediately changed his tune. " Oh Angel. I'm sorry. I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that you're sleeping in a house with strangers. And that you're sleeping on the couch. And to make things worse. That...guy is in there."

You jumped at his sudden loudness. " Y-yes."

Eddie looked at you and you saw this anger there. You knew it wasn't towards you because he said it wasn't. But you didn't know what to do.

" Is he really that bad?"

Eddie saw past the anger and saw the beautiful you sitting there worried for him. "Yes pretty girl. He's bad."

You bit your lip. What were you supposed to do? Where were you gonna sleep if not on the couch? Your questions were answered as soon as you thought of them.

" Stay the night with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. " Please."

You wanted nothing more than to be with him. But this could be a very sticky situation.

" What about Steve? He won't think it's a good idea."

" I'll handle Steve. I just need to know that you're safe. And I can't know that if you stay here."

" Umm. Are you sure? This won't be too hard for you?"

" No. I promise. I will keep my hands to myself."

" Okay. I'll uhh I'll stay the night."

A sigh of relief left him.

" Can I go in and grab my toothbrush and some pajamas?"

" You can use my toothbrush and I have clothes."

"Eddie....I would really like to use my toothbrush. And I'm sure you nor Steve have anything that would fit me."

He looked worried.

" I will only be a minute okay."

He hesitated " Ye-yeah let's go."

" Then I'll go." He insisted.

" No Eddie. If they're asleep, we don't want to wake them. Besides it will be fast if it's one of us."

This protective part of Eddie was a turn on. But right now it was starting to annoy you.

" Eddie. You don't know where my things are. I'll be right back." You said a little harsher than you meant to.

"Angel?"

" It's okay. I'll be just a minute." You assured him.

Against his better judgement he agreed " If you need me. Just yell."

You nodded and hurried inside.

You grabbed your jammies first and then a pair of clean socks and undies. You went quietly to the bathroom and plucked your toothbrush out of the holder. You turned for the door but then thought about your deodorant. You went to the cabinet wheee you put it and pulled it out. When you turned around there was a half naked guy with long blonde hair standing in the doorway.

Seriously? How many hot guys were in this town?

His big blue eyes looked you up and down. His tongue ran over his front teeth with a click before he gave you a half smile.

" H-Hi." You stuttered.

He took a step closer and raised an eyebrow.

" Hey."

" I'm uhh Liz's friend."

" Friend....right." he smiled.

" I-I was just getting a f-few things."

" Where you running off to princess?"

" umm to my boyfriends."

Nope don't like that.

He was hot but the look in his eyes and the way he smiled made you weary and a bit scared.

"Ohhh you have a boyfriend huh? You sure about that?" He laughed and moved closer.

" Y-Yeah."

He was making you completely uncomfortable.

"Why don't you stay for a minute?" He asked, with a scary seductive smile.

" W-why?"

He smirked. " Well I made your friend finish. But I didn't get to....What do you say?...Suck me off...I won't tell your boyfriend."

What the fuck?!

" You're disgusting!"

His laugh was sinister. And his gaze was fucking awful.

" Okay. Okay. If you let me fuck your mouth. I'll eat that pussy. I like the way big girls taste."

You raised your hand to slap him but he caught it in mid swing.

" HEY!" He half shouted. "That's enough. If you want me to be rough all you have to do is ask."

You tried pulling your hand away but his grip tightened.

" Let me go you dick!"

" Oh you're feisty." He leaned closer and whispered. " I like when they're feisty."

You yanked your arm back so hard that you almost pulled it out of its socket. But he still held on. Much harder than before. This time grabbing the meat above your elbow on the other arm. Making you drop your things.

" Stop! You're hurting me!" You pleaded.

" Y/n? What's going on?"

Liz's voice came from down the hall. Billy let go of you quickly and stepped back kneeling down to pick up your stuff.

" Hey babes. I heard yelling."

" Sorry baby. I just scared your friend here. She dropped all her stuff. " Billy said.

You stood there dumbfounded. Eddie was right.

" Y/n where are you going? It's late."

"I-I" you stammered.

" Yeah y/n. It's late. You shouldn't be wondering about." Billy smirked giving you your things.

You snatched them out of his hands. " I'm spending the night with Eddie."

" And Steve?" Liz asked.

You nodded.

"Okay. Well be careful."

You walked past them stopping when you were right next to Liz. " No you be careful."

...

The drive back to Eddies was quiet. Eddie thought it was because you were worried about Steve. Which you were, but what just happened scared the shit out of you. You didn't tell Eddie about it because Eddie scared you more than that guy did. You've seen Eddie upset on 2 separate occasions. And you most definitely didn't want to see a third. Not now. You guys had such a good date. You didn't want to ruin the night.

He held your hand the entire ride. Your heart hurt every time he smiled sweetly at you. You should have let him go in.

This was the first time you've been to Eddie's trailer. The walls had so many mugs and hats. Steve was in the little kitchen making something. You saw him before he saw you. He looked so cute in his red and white plaid apron.

" I made y/n some cookies. I was thinking we can-" Steve cut off when he looked up and saw you.

" Sweetheart? Hi." He put down the tray of cookies and took off the oven mitts.

He came and before he could hug you Eddie took your things. Steve gave you a big hug smothering you with kisses on your cheeks making you giggle.

" Hi Steve... You made me cookies?

He let go and gave you his grin. " It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to see if we could go out and feed the ducks. And the cookies were supposed to be a bribe."

" You don't need to bribe me. I would go anywhere with you two." You looked between him and Eddie.

Eddie was happy that now you were safe. But he needed to talk to Steve alone.

" Hey Harrington. Uhh I need to talk to you. It's important."

Steve looked over to Eddie and nodded.

Eddie put a hand on your shoulder. "Angel. The bathroom is just down the hall. Why don't you change?"

" Okay. Umm Steve."

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" I umm I'm okay with it."

" Okay with what?"

"Eddie will tell you." You said giving him and Eddie a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your things and leaving.

Once the door was closed Eddie turned to Steve.

" Look man, she's gonna stay here tonight." Eddie held up his finger to stop Steve from interrupting him. " Just hear me out. She's been sleeping on the couch because Liz brings guys home almost every night. And sometimes they stay there. Also, Billy Hargrove was there tonight."

Steve furrowed his brow and flexed his jaw. " Eddie you were right bringing her here. But we need to make sure she's completely ok with being here."

" You gonna stay too? I'll sleep on the floor while you take the pull out."

" Uhh are you sure?"

Eddie grinned. " Yeah sure man. I don't mind."

" Ok then. But we need to change your sheets."

" Why?"

"Munson."

" What?"

" When's the last time you washed them."

Eddie crossed his arms. " I wash them all the time!"

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He went back into the kitchen and put the cookies up. When you came out you were in your pajamas and socks. You had grabbed the wrong shirt. And now you were stuck with a band tee with the sleeves cut off. It showed way more than you would like. But it was what you had.

You came out with the full intention to just stay quiet until it was time for bed. But as soon as you went back into the living room Steve pointed at your wrist.

" What happened there?"

Your eyes dropped to where he was pointing. Your wrist was bruising. And pretty bad. Eddie went to you and held your hand gently.

" I didn't see this earlier. When did this happen?"

" I-"

" What the fuck?! Are those finger prints?" Steve said from behind you.

" What?!" Eddie questioned looking down at your wrist.

" No not there. On the back of her arm." Steve came closer and turned you so Eddie could see what he was talking about.

You were at a loss for words. You moved away from them and turned around to face them and put your hands behind your back.

" Munson c'mon! Just ask her nicely. She will tell you."

" WHO DID THAT TO YOU Y/N!?" Eddie scream made you jump.

Eddie punched the wall and went to sit down on the couch. Steve stepped in front of you to block your view of Eddie. You hated seeing him like that. Tears filled your eyes.

" Sweetheart, you're not gonna be in trouble or anything. Eddie is not mad at you okay. But you need to tell us who did that."

Steve wiped away your tears. You closed your eyes and hung your head.

" It was Billy. He cornered me in the bathroom. And he said nasty stuff to me. I was gonna slap him but he grabbed my hand. Then I tried to pull away. But he pulled harder and grabbed my other arm. If Liz didn't come I...I don't know what might have happened."

Eddie shot up. " I FUCKING KNEW I SHOULD HAVE WENT WITH YOU! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"

Steve turned his head and started shouting at Eddie. "NO! WE WILL HANDLE THIS LATER. CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S SCARED OF YOU!"

Now Steve scared you with his yelling. Eddie stopped and looked at you. He felt the tears coming when he saw yours. He had to do something. No way in hell was Billy gonna get away with touching you.

" Harrington, take care of her. I'll be back." Eddie stormed off to his room.

Steve hugged you to get you to stop crying. But as soon as you saw Eddie coming back out with a bat you knew you had to stop him. He could get into a lot of trouble if he left right now.

Without thinking you pushed Steve away and chased Eddie outside.

" Eddie please stop!" You begged

But he wasn't listening. His mind was set on beating the shit out of Hargrove.

" Y/n. Please come back inside." Steve called after you but you ignored him.

It was Eddie who needed you right now.

" EDDIE! STOP!...I NEED YOU TO KISS ME RIGHT NOW!"

Your breath was hitched and your heart was racing. You had just broken a new rule. You agreed to stop kissing on the lips because every time you kissed either one of them it went too far. But you didn't know what else to do. When Eddie stopped dead in his tracks you said it again. This time in your normal voice.

" Eddie...please kiss me. I...I really need you to kiss me right now."

Eddie turned around and looked at Steve.

" Give the pretty lady what she wants."

Eddie nodded and dropped the bat and rushed to you. His kiss burned with the passion of a thousand suns. You had forgotten everything and everyone in that kiss. It was just you and him. Nothing else mattered.

The very moment his lips touched yours, anger no longer had a place in his mind. Instead it was replaced with a mixture of love and lust. Everything felt right when your lips were on his. Like the gods made them just for him. He had been wanting to kiss you since the night in the van. Every second with you was excruciating for him. No one could understand how he felt about you. Except for Steve.

You don't know when it happened but you were pressed up against the side of Eddie's van. Your hands were tangled in his hair. One of his hands was behind your head and the other was on the van. Your body betrayed you. You just meant a kiss. But you ached for more. You needed more.

Eddie full lips attached themselves to your neck. He sucked a little bruise making you moan.

" Eddie... Please. Can I please touch myself?"

He slowly moved to face you. "Have you been a good girl?"

His voice was low and deep. You nodded and he grinned.

" Harrington. Did you hear that?"

Steve came over and Eddie pulled you so that he could get behind you. His armswrapped around your waist as he pushed his hard-on against your ass. Your body trembled.

Steve cupped your face. " What do you want sweetheart?"

Eddie was grinding against your ass making you moan.

" I... I wanna cum"

Steve grinned pressing his body against yours. "Which one of us do you want?"

"Both...I want you both."

You heard Eddie groan when Steve pulled you back into the trailer. You sat on the edge of the bed. Steve stood in front of you pushing your knees apart with his. He gently took out your scrunchie and tossed it to Eddie. You looked over and Eddie took off his shirt and put his hair in a low bun and started taking off his rings.

" You sure you want to do this?" Steve asked

" Y-yes" you said softly not taking your eyes off of Eddie.

His body was perfect. The tattoos littering his chest made him look so damn sexy. His little happy trail that disappeared into his pants made you want to see where it ended.

Steve pulled your chin to look up at him. "If you want to stop. Just say the word."

" Okay" you said just above a whisper.

" Light on or off Angel?" Eddie asked.

"Off please."

Steve growled as he kissed you. His hands went for the waist band of your sweats and pulled them off with your panties. You immediately tried to hide your large thighs with your shirt without thinking.

" No no no pretty girl."

Steve pulled away and looked to see what you were doing. When he did, he frowned. Eddie pushed him slightly and squatted in front of you.

" Angel. You don't have to hide from us. You're so beautiful it's insane."

You looked at him. He looked so amazing. The light shining through his blinds made him look like a god. Your hands let go of your shirt and you pulled him into a gentle kiss.

" You're so pretty Eddie."

His laugh made your heart skip a beat.

" Baby girl? Do you want to be completely naked or is this fine?"

Your fingers went under the hem of your shirt and you pulled it off making your hair flip to one side. Your bare chest in full view. You didn't look at them because you were afraid to see their reaction.

Eddie stood up and they both looked down to you. You felt a little bit uncomfortable that they were gonna see all of you. But the way they looked at you eased your worry. This was it. Maybe it was too soon but you felt it. You were falling in love with them.

You felt a hand on your cheek. When you looked up Steve kissed you.

" Mmm. So beautiful sweetheart."

Their hands and mouth were everywhere but where you want them to be. After a few minutes Steve moved his mouth away from your breast.

Eddie sat down next to you and kissed your shoulder. " You are so fucking gorgeous pretty girl."

" Lay back and lift your knees."

You obeyed without question. Steve laid down next to you while Eddie got on his knees. Eddie's rough hands dug into your hips and pulled you so that you to the edge of the bed. He placed delicate kisses on each of your thighs. He slowly spread your knees to fully look at your sopping cunt.

" Fuck! So pretty." Eddie said looking at your swollen clit and puffy folds. He was in aww when he saw your pretty wet pussy clenched at nothing.

Steve took off his shirt, tossing it into the darkness. He kissed along you neck and his hand snaked down to rub circles around you bundle of nerves.

" Damn baby girl. All this mess for us?" He cooed

You watched as Steve brought his fingers into his mouth. Sucking them clean.

" Mmmm." He moaned.

" Good?" Eddie asked, kissing the sensitive skin between your pelvis and thigh.

" S'good Munson. Taste for yourself."

" Is that okay with you Angel?"

You met Eddie's big brown eyes and got lost in them. When his smiled you felt butterflies.

"Angel?"

" I-I. Yes Eddie. Please taste me."

" Such a good girl." Steve placed his lips on yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt Eddie's tongue. He made a very audible groan as he licked one slow strip.

Eddie groaned. " So fucking sweet."

Your hips bucked trying to find his tongue again. A low laugh made your whole body shudder.

"Please Eddie. Please don't stop." You begged in your sweetest voice.

" Don't tease her Munson. Make our girl cum."

Their girl? Fuck I love that.

Your breathless sighs and the sounds of slurping filled the room. While Eddie did figure eights with his tongue on your clit Steve's mouth was on yours. Hands massage your tits. Lightly twisting your nipples causing them to harden. Every inch of your body had goosebumps. Your face felt hot and you started to feel warmth building deep inside you.

Eddie flicked his tongue and sucked on your clit. You were quickly becoming a mess under him. You knew you were ruining his sheets.

Eddie never tasted a girl this damn good. He would do this for hours if you let him. He circled your entrance and slowly added a finger in. Your walls throbbed around it.

" Fuck Angel. Taking my finger so well... so tight and wet."

You rock your hips against his tongue. You were so close already you almost felt bad for it. Steve got up and kneeled next to Eddie pushing your legs further apart. Eddie moved away and kissed your thigh to let Steve have a turn.

Steve was much more brutal than Eddie. Which was surprising to say the least. He didn't give you time to adjust when he shoved 2 fingers into you. You whimpered and white knuckled the bed sheets. Then he touched something deep inside you. It sending shooting pains throughout your body. You had never felt this type of pleasure before. This causing you to climax. Your body shook as Steve continued you pump harder and harder.

" O-oh my g-g-god." You choked.

Your hips jerked uncomfortably. Steve showed your cunt no mercy. Even after you were squirming at the sensitivity. Before you knew it you were cumming again. Eddie was leaving hickeys all over your chest. Paying special attention to your overly sensitive buds.

" That's it pretty girl. Cum for Steve." Eddie stood up and went to kiss you. " That's it. You're doing so good."

When you came for the second time Steve finally pulled his hand away and left moistened kisses all over your inner thighs.

Eddie was a little jealous that Steve made you cum. But it was only fair since he got to make you cum first. As much as he wanted to fuck you, neither him nor Steve wanted to overwhelm you. Steve laid down too and kissed the side of your cheek.

Your legs were made of jelly and your body tingled. Even though you wanted them to make love to you, you were so tired. You forced yourself to sit up and turned to them.

" Thank you Steve." You kissed him on the forehead.

" Thank you Eddie." You kissed his cheek.

They both smiled at you.

" You feeling good sweetheart?"

" Very good." You replied laying in Steve's arms. Eddie snuggled behind spooning you.

You felt his length pushing against your ass. That's when you realized you had left them hanging.

You started to swirl your hips and Eddie pressed harder. Your hand went to unbutton Steve's pants.

" What are you doing sweetheart?"

You looked up to Steve. " I want you guys to cum too."

Eddie was gone. He was too busy kissing and nipping at your back grinding against your back side. You arched your back to push harder against him.

" You don't have to do that. We just wanted to make you cum." Steve said grabbing the meat of your bicep.

" Can I please touch you and make you cum?"

" if...if that's what you want."

Steve lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down. His cock smacked his stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock at full attention. He was huge. So thick and long. Your mouth watered at the sight. A small bead of precum made its way to the surface. You used your index finger to scoop it up and put it in your mouth.

Steve groaned. " Fuck baby girl."

You could feel Eddie's fingers dig deeper into your hip. His grunts rang in your ears.

Steve threw his head back when you held his member firmly and started to pump him. He looked back down when you removed your hand. You had licked your palm and returned it to his throbbing cock. He was coming undone so fast. Your hand was soft and warm and you had gripped him just right. Stroking him so damn perfectly.

That's when Eddie lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip. His fingers found your clit. He pressed hard and stroked lazy circles. He only did that for a minute until he slid his finger in. You moaned and leaned back into him. Still trying to concentrate on pleasing Steve.

You smile how quickly his body tensed. Hot thick white ropes spewed from his tip, pooling onto his stomach. You came at the sight. Eddie was so careful with you after. Once you were done he didn't want to overstimulate your senses. So he slowly pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean.

" Eddie. It's your turn." You rolled over to face him.

You guys all finally relaxed you giggled. This making them laugh. Eddie and Steve hugged you.

This was definitely going to be the start of something great.

" No pretty girl. You made me cum in my pants." He kissed you and whispered in your ear. " Again."

" I'm sorry."

" Don't be. It felt really good. I actually like it."

You yawned mid smile.

" Let's get cleaned up sweetheart."

Steve got up and held out his hand. You took it and the 3 of you squeezed into the small bathroom. They cleaned you up and you helped them. When you saw Eddie fully you had wished you weren't so tired. Steve was bigger but Eddie was just perfect. You knew he could definitely make any girl happy.

When everyone was cleaned you barely had your eyes open. Eddie helped you put on your shirt. He kissed your thighs when he lifted your panties. Steve tucked you into bed after.

" Get some rest baby girl."

" Night." You yawned and was out like a light.

They both gave you a kiss and went to the living room. Eddie was quieter than usual. All he could think about was sleeping with you. He wanted to hold you. Wanted to fall asleep with you in his arm.

" I know Munson. I want to sleep with her too. But it just might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I want her to stay. I don't think that we can find anyone better than her. She's just so..."

"Perfect." Eddie said moving the coffee table out of the way.

Steve took the cushions off and handed them over so Eddie could use them to sleep on. "Yeah. I don't know about you. But, honestly I never felt like this. Not even with Nancy."

" Are you saying what I think you are Harrington?" Eddie went to the closet and pulled out blankets for him and Steve.

" Eddie. I'm falling for her."

Eddie chuckled. " Welcome to the club man."

" You too?"

" Well yeah. It's not everyday you find a girl who likes the same shit you do and looks like her. Dude she called me Eddie spaghetti. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard." He plopped down on his makeshift bed pulling out your scrunchie.

Eddie looked towards the hallway that led to his room. " Do you think she will be okay in the morning?"

Eddie smiled as he slid it on his wrist. He never planned on giving it back.

Steve turned off the kitchen light and laid down. " She really is the best type of girl."

Steve looked up to the ceiling and sighed. " If she's not we will take care of her."

" What about Billy?"

Steve's brow furrowed. He forgot about him for a bit. " We tell him like it is. He ever comes around our girl again. He's dead. And if he doesn't get it. Then we beat the ever living fuck out of him."

" Could we just beat the shit out of him instead?" Eddie suggested.

" How do you think y/n would feel if we didn't try to settle this without violence? You saw her earlier. How scared she was... something happened there. I don't know what. But something did."

" You think someone hurt her?"

" I'm not sure. But the more we spend time together. I'm sure she will open up about it. "

" God I hope nothing bad happened. I don't know what I would do. I already lost my shit in front of her twice. And I can't lose her just because I'm overreacting."

" Yeah Munson. You have to think before you go berserk."

" I know man. I just get so scared. And I don't know how not to be. It's like I want to keep her hidden so nothing can hurt her."

"I-"

"Steve?...Eddie?" Your sweet sleepy voice called from down the small hall.

Eddie and Steve sat up and you were standing behind the threshold that separated the kitchen and living room.

" Can....can I sleep with you guys?"

"Yeah sweetheart. Come here." Steve pulled the blanket back.

You went to him but stopped and held out your hand for Eddie. Eddie took it and got into the bed with you and Steve. You laid your head on Eddie's chest and hugged his waist. Steve moved so that he can spoon you. The cute little noises you were making when you fell asleep made them smile. This was all they ever wanted. Something real.

...

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Freezing

Ao3

Sam doesn’t remember the last time she was warm.

When the accident first happened, Danny’s body temperature wasn’t something very noticeable to her. Maybe it was because his powers weren’t as strong in the beginning. Sometimes she’d get some goosebumps standing next to him, but it never really correlated in her mind.

Tucker was the first one who actually connected the dots for her.

The trio were having one of their commonplace movie nights at Sam’s house. While grabbing her popcorn, she was about to plop herself in her usual seat, when Tucker stops her.

“Hey guys, uh I think we gotta change the seating order. Because Danny, I love you bro but I’m freezing every time I sit next to you and I need to drink my slushie in peace.”

Sam blinked, finally understanding what Tucker meant. “Oh, then I’ll just be in the middle.”

Danny just laughed a little and went to sit on Sam’s left, and Tucker on her right. As the two began to discuss what pizza they should order, Sam became hyperaware of the temperature differences on her two sides.

Sam realized she didn’t really mind it. Tucker was a radiator on his own, plus with Danny’s lower body temperature, she felt like she was a perfect equilibrium with her two favorite people in the universe.

---

When a ghost was nearby and Danny’s mouth would fill with mist, she’d feel a cool draft in her face.

When he’d suddenly transform next to them, her whole body would break out into goosebumps and the tip of her nose would be colder. She honestly didn’t mind. It was just a part of him. She accepted it like Tucker’s shampoo scent, or they accepted her surprisingly dainty sneezes.

The summers were when Sam was clingiest to Danny. The heat was unbearable, and Danny was a walking freezer, it was wonderful. He would complain that she’d warm him up too much but he never pushed her away. He’d just let her press her arm against his until Tucker would return with popsicles in his hands. Those were the best summers.

Soon enough, their adventures got bigger. They began to have adventures in the Ghost Zone. Learning more about Danny’s abilities in the Far Frozen. More cold.

At one point Sam went back in time and rewrote their history.

She knows that Danny doesn’t remember that event. No one does, besides Desiree and herself; there’s a mutual understanding of their shared secret together and don’t talk about it.

That brief time felt strange. To return to a time when the only thing they worried about was next week’s homework and Dash was their ultimate enemy. Danny looked livelier; his skin was darker than what she was used to. His eyes were plain blue, and his shoulders were more hunched. Less self-assured.

She had nearly forgotten how it felt to stand next to Danny and feel warmth radiating off of him. It felt…wrong.

As the day wore on, Sam realized just how integral becoming Phantom was to Danny, and how much it ultimately strengthened his relationship with her and Tucker. There was a strange distance she felt when she hung out with them. It felt horrible.

Once Sam realized her mistake, she did everything she could to undo her wish. Thankfully she succeeded and things returned to her strange brand of normal.  

Time went on, and their trio remained as strong as ever. Beyond high school, throughout college and their first steps into adulthood and after. Danny, Tucker, and Sam would remain as close and inseparable as they were as kids.

Of course, life (and death) had a fun way of coming into their lives and would intervene, yet they worked through it all together. Several more adventures would come, and time would soon pass quickly.

---

Sam didn’t like the care home. It was too warm. After a lifetime surrounded by a nice chill that never left her bones, the quiet humming of the vents pouring out warm air as she sleeps in thick sheets felt suffocating. The nurses were constantly urging her to layer up and wear more sweaters in the wintertime.

Most of the nurses here are young. Much too young to remember a time when the town was never warm. Where rooms would suddenly become unbearably freezing, and strange winds would come in. Sam can’t really blame them for thinking that she’s weak enough that a little chill will take her out.

Samantha Manson spends her last day alive calmly looking over some old photos, texting Tucker as he’s out of town visiting some relatives while eating a cauliflower sandwich for lunch. She quickly passes away as she lies down to take a mid-afternoon nap.

She dies in the middle of summer, the bright sun shining in her room through the curtains.

---

Sam wakes up.

The first thing she recognizes is that the ceiling is black, with a beautiful gothic chandelier hanging above her. As she sits up, she notices she is in a comfortable bedspread that’s to her liking. The design of the entire bedroom is all to her taste. The window in her room shows that it’s dark outside, with brilliant stars illuminating and spattering across the sky. It feels familiar despite her knowing that she’s never been in a space like this before. Sam is quick to get out of her bed.

She leaves her well-furnished bedroom and, goes down cold empty hallways. Somehow, she knows exactly where she's supposed to go.

She reached the end of a corridor and stands in front of two elaborate and intricately carved doors. There are runes etched into it that she recalls learning at one point. Back then, it seemed impossible to remember what each of these symbols meant, yet now she reads through it intuitively as if it were English or Hebrew. Peace. Strength. Justice. Protection. Sam opens one of the doors and enters.

This space is different than the rest, the temperature it at the lowest it’s ever been. Yet, the cold doesn’t affect her.

There’s a throne here. At the top of the throne sits a ghost. With white hair, green eyes, and a familiar grin that she’s known for ages.

He walks down the steps from his throne and takes his hand in hers. His hands are freezing, yet she doesn’t shiver.

“Hey Sam,” he says,

“Welcome home”.

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[fruity-cryptid]

The Losers Club around Christmas/ Hanukkah/ Winter

Bill - I feel like Bill would love Winter, like it his favourite season, he enjoys how pretty everything looks especially during the first snowfall. He be the one to drag all of the losers out of the house to play in the snow. His family would put a little effort into decorating after Georgie died, Bill would make sure they wouldn't give up Christmas. I imagine Bill would try and buy a small toy and would bring it to Georgies grave every year for Christmas .

Stanley- Winter would be Stans second favourite season since he'd get to wear cozy sweaters ad drink hot drinks. Since Stan celebrates Hanukkah I feel as though he'd bring some treats for the losers to school with him for most of the days.

Richie- Richie wouldn't love winter, he'd have a love hate relationship with the cold. Richie he'd like winter for snow and warm drinks but would hate it for the temperature, ice, and slush. He'd love Christmas tho, every year he'd try and get the losers something small, unless it was Eddie then he'd try and give him some extra presents. He'd be the type of guy to start up secret santa for sure. He'd also host Christmas sleepovers at his place so the losers could enjoy Christmas with him.

Eddie- He'd hate winter like so so much. Eddie would be the type of kid who was extra bundled up since he'd be worried about getting sick since his mom would drill it into his brain that he had to be careful. He'd slightly enjoy Christmas mainly to see what new strange presents Richie could come up with. He would never admit it but he'd secretly get Richie small little gifts for the twelve days before Christmas, Richie still doesn't know whos giving him the gifts.

Bev- She be chill with winter, tho she'd much prefer summer. She doesn't like the cold that much and would hate it anytime Bill would drag her out to play in the snow. She try and avoid her house on Christmas and would stay at Richie's watching stupid old Christmas movies with him and helping him make gingerbread cookies.

Ben- He wouldn't like winter, he'd try and avoid being outside as much as he could. Usually he could be found curled up next to a fireplace with a mug of tea and a book. He spend all December tying to make an elaborate gift for Bev, wherater that be a poem, or a craft, or even him buying something for her.

Mike- Winter wouldn't be his favourite because of the farm, he'd have to take extra care of the sheep which means he isn't able to spend that much time with the losers. Since he'd have extra time alone at the farm he'd take time to hand craft the losers all different gifts, he'd try and use a new type of crafting skill every year like sculpting, woodworking, drawing, etc.

#the losers club #the losers club in winter #it 2017 #it 2019 #it movies #headcanons #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #stanley uris #merry christmas/happy holidays y'all <33 #finny speaks

[tasmpeter]

cruel summer.

pairing: adrian chase/vigilante x fem!reader

summary: you were tired of hiding the fact you were crazy, stupid in love with adrian chase.

warnings: mentions of sexual content (mentions of oral sex), secret relationship, heavy drinking, angst with a happy ending.

authors note: okay so i wrote this during my lunch break at work while listening to cruel summer by taylor swift on repeat, so this might be absolutely horrible, but we will see. i wrote this because i was procrastinating about my other fics, so here is this song fic i guess? there are some lines ripped straight from the song and the premise is basically the same as cruel summer so. also i don’t believe any pronouns are used, so this should be gender neutral friendly… but i put fem reader just in case to cover my tracks.

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It was a hot summer night in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Task Force X just found a shitty motel to spend the night before the mission the next day. There were only five available motel rooms, so you were being "forced" to share a room with Adrian Chase. You offered to share the room with Adrian and the team let it slide, not willing to share with the other members of the team. You didn't mind sharing the room with Adrian, as you had been secretly dating each other for six months. You and Adrian decided fairly early on not to share with the team that you were seeing each other. You were worried that Amanda Waller would pull you off the team for dating a fellow coworker or that she would have something horrible planned for Adrian. He wasn't officially on the team, meaning he was extremely expendable in her eyes. You didn't want to lose each other, so you didn't tell anyone. You remember the summer nights when you would run through the garden gate behind Adrian's house to avoid seeing anyone.

The secret had been weighing on you, however. You hated lying to your friends and you hated how you had to hide how you felt with Adrian. You loved him truly, madly, and deeply, and having to hide that was killing you slowly. You were willing to give up everything for Adrian. His laugh, his emerald green eyes that sparkled when they saw yours, the way he always played footies with you under every table. You were willing to give up the career you worked so hard to obtain. Adrian wouldn't let you, however. He refused to let you let go of everything you worked so hard for. So, you kept it a secret and it tore you apart every day. Especially tonight. Tonight, you had to play your part and pretend to begrudgingly volunteer to share a room with the man you loved. You had to pretend to be upset and frustrated — and you know what that did to Adrian. He knew you had to play your part, but it still didn't make it not hurt. It hurt him a bit every time.

So, here you are. Standing in front of the blue-lit vending machine, wishing the machine carried alcohol. You wanted to get drunk, so incredibly drunk because you were so frustrated that you couldn't tell the world you were in love with Adrian Chase. You stood in front of the vending machine, your eyes flickering between the various snacks that were probably expired when Adrian walked up. He was wearing his normal clothes, his adorable fucking sweaters that you loved so much.

Adrian leaned his arm against the side of the vending machine and towered over you, "You know, we are going to screw this up. We aren't trying, like at all."

"Huh?" You asked, staring at Adrian. Half of his body was illuminated by the blue vending machine light and the other half was completely dark. You thought he looked handsome.

"Like, you said you would share the room with me. You know, they will catch on soon if you keep doing that. You aren't trying, at all."

You rolled your eyes, "Why does that matter? Why does it matter if I share a room with you, they won't know any better?"

Adrian scoffed, "I'm not completely stupid. I know you guys think I am, but I'm not. Chris might be the last one to figure it out, but Harcourt will catch on quick if you do it again. That's all I'm saying."

You smacked your hand on the side of the vending machine, "I'm going to a bar. Do you want to come or will that make it look like we are dating?"

You began making your way toward Adrian's golden Sebring. You didn't have the keys to it, but you knew Adrian would follow. He always did. He'd follow you anywhere.

"Hey! Where are you going? Do you even know where the bar is?" Adrian shouted, running after you. His keys were already in hand.

"Nope! But that's why we got phones. I just want to get wasted, come on." You shouted back, leaning against the Sebring.

"Why? We have a mission tomorrow, you never drink before missions." Adrian said, unlocking the car and letting you slide into the passenger's seat.

"Because I want to. I'm a grown woman, Adrian. I can make decisions, even poor ones. Now let's go. I just need a couple shots then you can drive us back." You said, buckling your seatbelt and watching Adrian start his car. He seemed flustered over the whole exchange. He didn't understand why you were acting like this. You never acted out like this.

The drive to the bar — which was just down the road — was silent. You didn't say anything to Adrian and he didn't say anything to you. You were afraid you were going to admit that this secret was eating you alive and Adrian was worried you were about to break up with him. You almost jumped out of the car when Adrian arrived at the bar. You took off the second he parked and Adrian was struggling to keep up with you. By the time he was inside, you had a line of four shots in front of you and you had begun downing them. Adrian was nervous and a little scared. He kept wondering if it was something he said, or if you were fed up with him.

"Hey, let's slow down. We don't have to rush." Adrian said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes, I do. I want to get drunk, like yesterday. Hey, bartender?! Could I just get the bottle, please? Thank you!" You shouted down at the bartender. He gave you a nod and placed the vodka you had just taken four shots of in front of you. You handed him a hundred and took a huge swig of the bottle.

"Come on, you can drink that in the room. Let's go." Adrian said, trying to drag you away from the bar.

"Why? Are you ashamed of being seen out in public with me? Does my own boyfriend not want to admit to dating me?" You said, dredging along with your vodka as Adrian dragged you back to the car.

"Get in the backseat. It's illegal to have an open bottle in the front seats." Adrian said, opening the passenger's side back door open. You fell in, trying to keep the bottle upright as you gracefully fell. You were drunk, like plastered drunk.

Adrian didn't say anything as he started up the car and drove back to the motel. You didn't know when, in between sips of vodka, you started crying. You were a blubbering mess in Adrian's backseat. You didn't know why you were crying. Maybe because you were so conflicted on whether or not to keep your relationship with Adrian a secret. Or maybe it was because you loved him so much, and you honestly had been treating him like shit tonight. Regardless, you were sobbing in the backseat of Adrian's car.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Adrian asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"I'm fine." Is all you said, it's not true. You weren't fine. Adrian knew you weren't fine, but it's all you could say in between sobs. He drove you back to the motel, trying not to break his own heart listening to your sobs. Adrian cared for you, deeply, in a way he never had for anyone before. He hated seeing you get hurt during a fight, loved washing your body clean of dirt and blood, and loved holding you while you slept — where he would constantly kiss your forehead while you slept.

When you arrived back at the motel, Adrian dragged you out of the backseat — which you have currently splayed across — and stood you up in the parking lot. You were wobbling from the sudden movement and were trying to find your ground while biting back tears. Adrian moved closer to you and held you in his arms. His arm wrapped around your waist while he looked down at you — his glasses slipping down his face.

"Baby, please. Tell me what's actually going on. I hate seeing you cry." Adrian said, brushing a piece of your hair out of your face.

"I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you." You mumbled out, your glossy eyes meeting his sparkling emerald green.

"Huh?" Adrian asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I don't want to keep lying to our friends. I don't care if I get fired or transferred. I'll stay with you, Adrian."

"Baby, is that what you are so upset about? I-I don't want you to lose your job, you know that." Adrian said, cupping your tear-stained cheek and brushing away the tears that kept streaming down your face.

"For whatever it's worth, I love you. Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" You giggled out, smiling at the tall man in front of you. Adrian's face scrunched up when you said that.

"You love me? How would that be the worst thing, I love you too. This is kind of the best thing I've ever heard."

"Y-You do?" You said, smiling at your boyfriend. He loved you. He loved you just as much as you loved him. Truly, madly, deeply.

"Of course, baby. We can tell the group if that's what you want. I'll shout it from the rooftops if that's what you want. I love you! I love you," Adrian began shouting. You started giggling uncontrollably. You were standing in a parking lot in a Las Vegas motel and your boyfriend is yelling about how much he loved you. This couldn't be more perfect, you thought. You loved him for all of his crazy.

Later that night, while Adrian was eating your pussy, he looked up at you, grinning like the devil.

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#adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase #vigilante x reader #vigilante #peacemaker #freddie stroma #peacemaker hbo max

[glitchstoxicwaste]

hi can u do michael, jason and brahms with s/o who's a bookwoorm and reads a lot. they even had a personal library, simp over fictional characters and make book references/jokes

My guy, this is like, the definition of us here on Tumblr and I love it 🤣

Slashers x Bookworm! Reader

Slashers

TW: in Jason’s it mentions a table with chairs that some would deem as “girly”, the chairs are meant to depict him expressing how much he loves you, not meant to be “girly”, this is all gender neutral.

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Michael Myers!

He appreciates the silence more than anything.

Whenever you’re reading he sometimes will get curious about what’s going on in the chapter you just finished, so he will gently nudge you when he sees you started the next one.

Listens intently to what your short recap was, watching your facial expressions as you explain it.

Thinks it’s adorable when he comes home late, food is cold but left out for him, and he finds you asleep either in your library, on the couch, or in the bed.

When he goes out and kills he will bring you all of their books to go through.

The only “good deed” you can get him to do is to donate the books you don’t want out of the new stolen pile.

In the spring you will go on your porch to read as he cleans the outside of the house or does the yard work.

Summer you will go on Picnics or to an abandoned park, you perched between his thighs, him leaning back resting on his palms, as you enjoy the suns rays while he reads with you, if you finished the pages before him he will move one of his legs to nudge you, saying you can turn the page.

Autumn/Fall, you both are perched on the porch, you wearing a sweater/cardigan/jumper/hoodie and him in his usual attire, you sit on his lap, legs dangling over the thigh you aren’t sat on, head on his chest, reading to him in a slow pace so he can keep up.

Winter, when he’s gone, you sit at a large window on a chair reading with hot coco in your hands.

When he is there you sit by the fire place snuggled up together with a blanket over you, hot coco, and reading a book together.

Jason Voorhees!

Both him and Pamela love it.

You aren’t like the others that trespassed, you were quiet and not wanting to be near the make out sessions.

Hell, when you went off deeper into the woods/to the dock that’s when the approached you.

When Jason is busy taking care of trespassing idiots or doing things around the cabin, you are passing the time with Pamela in the cabin.

You and her have like… a little book club together.

Jason has come into the cabin after… “Removing the garbage from the woods”, and he thought you and Pamela were having a satanic ritual!

It was night when he finished and saw you and Pamela sitting on the floor in front of each other, a little ring of lit candles around you both, holding books open and talking in a whispered tone… dude almost had a heart attack.

Ever since then he fixed the electricity so you won’t cause him to have a second death.

But on days when you’re all alone I’m the cabin, you do your chores, and then sit on the couch reading.

You read to Jason when he’s home and wants to spend time with you.

Baby will have you laying on the bed on your back, in a comfy position to fall asleep in, so he can wrap his arms around your mid section laying between your thighs, head on your stomach or chest, blanket over him to keep you both warm, and will fall asleep happily.

Every time you both sleep like that he has the best dreams, you know he prefers you read him happy stories at night.

First time you did that with him, you read a Stephen King book, you were at the scary part when he began his dream, he jolted awake and you both fell off the bed.

Took him a while to let you read to him at night again.

He cleared out a cabin close to the one you all live in, the cabin he cleared is smaller, but still big enough for a full family.

He moved all your books from the basement into said cabin, now you have your own little cabin for when you wanna be alone and read, or when you’re nearing the end of the book you have currently and wanna put it away before grabbing a new one.

Jason widled you a table and chairs, the table is a section of a large, old tree, he sanded down both sides and used the same tree to add the legs that curve to the middle of the table top, held together by a long, thin, floppy yet super strong twig -you know those sticks that whipped you when pulled back, the ones you can’t break off for the life of you?-

The chairs are made from the same tree, the back formed into a heart with swirls inside to make a cute design, when he was making them he wanted to show what you made his stomach feel whenever you’re around, swirly.

Sometimes he checks on you in your little cabin library and his heart melts at the sight of you passed out cold.

He picks you up carefully and cuddles you when you get back to your shared room.

Brahms Heelshire!

He noticed how you had a giant box filled with books when you first moved in.

He also notices how you don’t always read doll Brahms a children’s book, but a chapter or two from the book you’ve been reading whenever you have spare time.

If it’s gruesome you alter it to be more “child friendly” or if it curses you change the curse to something cute, he thinks it cute.

When he shows himself for the first time he just stands there awkwardly because you didn’t notice him right away, too focused on the pages in front of your face.

But once the feeling of being watched finally caused you to look over at him you went wide-eyed and slowly turned back to your book.

After a while you two would agree to get rid of the rules so you had more cuddle and story sessions.

He perched you on his lap, arms wrapped around your mid section, chin on your shoulder as he reads with you.

When he shows you his large ass library he gives you permission to organize the books, take out what you want, make your own little area, add your own books, and buy some furniture you’ll happily sit in and read along with Brahms.

He respects your alone time, so when he gets out of hand or you wanna be alone just tell him, he will be impatient about it, but he loves and respects you.

Spoons you at night while you read him a chapter of your book, falls asleep to it without fail.

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[jeyramarie]

Monaco- Tom Holland x Reader

summary: you sort of crash the boys’ trip.

a/n: i got inspo after the pics were posted, i hope this is somewhat good, idk😂 happy reading everyone 🦋

You had never gone to Monaco before which made you very excited when your boyfriend had invited you. It was supposed to be a boys day but you had just got to London a few days from being back home and he wanted to spend every second he could with you. Harrison and Tuwaine were going too since the original plan was a guys trip.

You were all going to the F1 race which started on Saturday. Tom was with the Red Bull team which meant you were gonna get every VIP pass that ever existed. You all arrived on Friday which gave you a whole day to sleep. When you arrived at the hotel the first thing Tom did was flop on the bed.

“Ugh, i’m so tired.” he mumbled against the bed sheets as you chuckled and put the suitcases in a corner.

“I know, that flight was killer.” you groaned as you sat down at the cloud like mattress making you sight in relief. You closed your eyes for a bit as you heard ruffling in the sheets and the bed sinking next to you. When you opened your eyes you saw Tom looking at you with a cute smile, wanting to kiss you. So you placed your hand on his right cheek and gave him a soft kiss. 

“We should get some sleep.” 

“Oh yes we do, but you have to tell the boys. So they don’t walk in or anything.” 

“Right.. I’ll be right back.” Tom groaned as he left the bed and walked next door to see the boys. As he left you got up and got into your pajamas, took you makeup off and went under the sheets. While you where tying your hair Tom walked in and took off his shoes giving you a smile.

“All done, baby. Let’s go to bed.” he said and quickly got ready, then getting into bed with you as he quickly pulled you in for you he’d to rest on his chest. You both drifted off quickly feeling exhausted from the plane ride.

The morning came around rather quickly with you waking up first as usual. You expected to see Tom sound asleep but instead was met with an empty bed. You started to look around and were about to shout his name when he walked around the corner with breakfast.

“Morning, love.”

“Hi, you woke up early.” you chuckled and smiled as he walked closer to you. He put the breakfast at the foot of the bed and jogged to your side immediately putting his hands on your cheeks, pulling you into a sweet kiss. His lips moved softly against yours as you ran your finger tips down his abs.

“You ready for today?” he said getting into bed while eating fruit.

“I am, i’m just not sure what to wear.”

“Well leave the prettiest thing for tonight cause we’re all going to a fancy dinner.” you nodded and continued to eat talking about the day’s plan. Tom got up and got ready first with a pink t-shirt he bought with you, some jeans and random sneakers. You couldn’t stop staring at him cause even in simple clothing he looked hot. You settled for a tight crop tshirt and some baggy ripped jeans with your usual jewelry.

You walked out of the hotel hand in hand with Tom not feeling the need to hide your relationship since no one knew he was in Monaco that weekend. The car ride was pretty short making you grateful that you didn’t have to stay in a car for long. When you all got there, there were people waiting for all of you with VIP passes and wristbands.

The crew guided all of you to the main race track which consisted of walking in front of everyone. You saw so many people that you were gonna release your hand from Tom’s. You don’t know how but he knew you were gonna attempt to do it which made his grip tighter. He looked back at you and smiled while nodding giving you a reassurance. The walk to your box felt long as you saw everyone staring and photographing you. You all finally made it to the VIP room. It had drinks, snacks and a few people chatting over champagne on the sofas.

“Do you want anything, baby?” Tom asked breaking you from your trance.

“No, i’m okay.” you smiled as Harrison and Tuwaine called you both to go look over the railing down at the race.

“Did you see everyone with their phones?” Tuwaine asked being discreet, not wanting other people to hear.

“Yeah i saw them, this is gonna blow up any second.” Harrison said adjusting his watch while look back and forth between you and Tom.

“That’s fine, i don’t care anyway.” Tom said running a hand through his hair while letting go of your hand, leaning against the railing. The boys stared at you and gave you a sympathetic smile as they walked away to get some drinks. You fidgeted with your fingers as you walked towards him. You stood next to him as you rubbed one hand on his bicep making him relax.

“Are you okay? You seemed a bit annoyed back there.” you said softly looking at him waiting for him to make eye contact.

“Just frustrating, you know? We can’t go anywhere without being worried about what people may think if they see us... I’m tired of that.”

“Well we don’t have to hide anymore. You can show me off as much as you want.” you smiled as your hand ran through the hair at the back of his neck. He turned his head and smiled standing up straight pulling you towards him by your waist.

“So i can kiss you in public now?” he asked in a sexy voice making you smirk.

“Yes, you can.” and with that he leaned into a sweet kiss making you place your hands on his jaw. When you parted he chuckled and pecked your forehead turning back to the race.

“Okay guys, ew.” Tuwaine said as he walked closer to the couple. You all laughed and Tom put his arm over your shoulder. He never let go of you for the rest of the race. You all stayed in the box the whole time only leaving it to look around. Tuwaine had scheduled a boat ride for all of you after the race was over. You all walked to the docks being photographed as you made your way to the boat. Tom gripped your hand tighter as the camera’s clicked.

The ride was smooth and pleasant. Filled with jokes and business talk, coming from Tom of course. Harrison and Tuwaine took many pictures for the gram while Tom admired you the whole time. When you were making your way back, the sun was starting to set. Which meant that you had to go back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. You settled for a long summer dress with some wedge heels and your handbag.

When you walked out, putting everything in your purse, your perfume filled the room making Tom look up from his phone. He stared in awe as you stopped walking to close your purse.

“Okay, boys we ready?” you asked and lifted your head to see Tuwaine and Harrison on the sofa and Tom standing up to go to you.

“We’re ready, let’s go.” Harrison said as he stood up and walked out of the room followed by Tuwaine. Tom pulled you towards him by your waist and kissed you softly as your arms went over his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Mmm, you look so good.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do. We’re gonna have fun when we get back.” he whispered into your ear and walked away leaving you in shock. You walked out of the room and met the guys at the elevator. The ride to the restaurant was filled with sexual tension between you and Tom. You crossed your legs and he immediately put his hand on it to grab and rub and touch. No one commented on it, which was surprising to you.

The place was fancy and decorated with fairy lights which you absolutely loved. You walked hand in hand with Tom as he waved at everyone who recognized him. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone and recorded a very funny story for his instagram. The dinner went smoothly with Tom’s hand never leaving your leg. Tension growing and growing as his hand squeeze your thigh from time to time.

A few hours later, you were all back at the hotel room. You took of your heels letting out a breath of relief as Tom took off his long sleeve turtleneck sweater. You stood up and started taking off your dress when you felt a hot breath hitting your neck. His calloused hands going over your waist to pull you closer.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned your head to look at Tom.

“I told you we were gonna have fun.” he mumbled into your shoulder. You turned to him in his arms and kissed him as his hand went to the back of your dress, pulling down the zipper slowly. The kiss turned animalistic as each of your hands explored each other’s bodies. Making that night incredible fun.

#tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine

[wincore]

atlas | kim dongyoung

pairing: doyoung x reader

words: 15.4k

summary: kim doyoung has a lot of titles. student body president, music club president, favourite student of every professor who’s blessed enough to have him. in other words, he’s not your type and never will be. at least he’s a good kisser.

or, you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and you do not know how to hold things as delicate as glass.

genre: college au, fwb au, hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff 

warnings: very suggestive content, making out, language, smoking, alcohol, mentions of sex under influence, me being pretentious,,

prompt: anonymous said: slippery + doyoung + "you can rely on me, you know." from the first dialogue link! LOVE YOU ❤️

song rec(s): playlist here !

a/n: yes it’s me experimenting out of my comfort zone again. yes you are required by law to listen to keshi while reading this hahahaha anyway writing this was painful. <3 (aka today i tried writing very complex human emotions and failed again. classic.)

In the beginning, there was no beginning. Ergo, this isn’t really a thing.

You shouldn’t be thinking of summer in Introduction to Latin. You are a good (perhaps great, if your ego allows) student after all. Here you are, though, listening to the ticking of the clock and wondering if you sigh loud enough, you won’t have to construct another sentence with the word for ‘death’. You pause to tell yourself that you shouldn’t be thinking of summer out of class either. Unremarkable; that's what it was and you don’t like unremarkable things.

When two people end up alone together, there’s not much to make of. 

“You know,” he had said, locking eyes. “We should get out of here.”

“And then what?”

“Fuck.”

So here’s the thing: this isn’t and won’t be a thing.

Doyoung has never been subtle when drunk, you found out, and he’s not as gentle as he looks. You flip the page of your notebook absentmindedly. You don’t like where your thoughts are going; the clinking of ice against glass rings in your ears again. It’s been far too long (one whole month) and you’re craving a bit of fun. You may forget yourself but you’re reaching your fingertips a little too far to call him again. More excuses pop up. See, in your world of perfection, there’s a hierarchy of things; men rank rather low. 

(Fun doesn’t.)

Here’s another thing: you forget yourself quite often. You know very well that you’re the one who continued this not-thing and now you’re daydreaming of Kim Doyoung in class hours. 

And under grey bed sheets with a tired smile, Doyoung is hard to forget. 

It was a party, it always is. That time, however, was the first party of the year Doyoung and you happened to be attending at the same time. You can’t remember who hosted it—the frat probably—but it was at a bar called the ‘The Meeting Place’ which had too many people you didn’t care about. Doyoung was there, in his laid-back glory, and you were drawn in far too easily. Being single did not help your case—and the alcohol certainly didn’t. You’re not sure if it was the gentle touches against your wrist or quick words that left his mouth or the attractive all-black get-up. All you know is that it was your mouth against his by the end of the night in a small booth, hot and impatient. Once, twice, thrice and you didn’t even need parties anymore. 

It’s not like you weren’t aware of what you were doing; it’s just that you were quick to give in—like you didn’t want to resist in the first place. And now, summer smells like Doyoung’s perfume. 

The first night had given Mr. Student Body President a near-stroke. You weren’t the type to sleep with strange (semi-acquainted) men at parties either so the morning had been full of awkward explanations to each other till you’d kissed him to shut him up (much like in a disgusting romantic comedy, minus the feelings) and somehow, it worked. He didn’t refuse and if you recall, he’d eventually pulled you closer by the waist.

You huff, twirling your pen. He’d never admit it.

You didn’t kiss so sloppily after that, unless it was to make out against a wall or while fumbling with the keys to your apartment. The lack of alcohol can bring wonders. You were a little surprised that he’d agreed—he is the Doyoung you’ve known since freshman year after all; blunt, rude, cares more for his grades than he’d ever for you. How laughable. He’s almost the same as you.

Here’s one last thing: Kim Doyoung is not and cannot be your type. 

You had the same part-time job in your second semester at a local fast food joint, and to summarize, your interactions were less than friendly. You can’t possibly count the number of times he yelled at you for trivial mistakes, and the number of times you sent angry, clipped sentences his way. So, yes, neither of you have told anyone—just acting friendly got you enough eyebrow raises.  If there’s anything worse than contradicting yourself almost directly, it’s having to explain that to your friends. So, you kept it a secret and so did he, for his own reasons.

You massage your forehead. If you think any more of this during class hours, you’re going to have to classify this as a terrible, terrible problem; like you don’t have enough already. You tune in to the lecture again, hoping it drowns out the rest of your thoughts. 

You tap your pen against the desk till you’re asked to stop by the professor. There goes your last resort. It isn’t the first time, but you breathe a sigh of relief at the hands of the clock. Casual means casual—you know it better than anyone. Maybe it would be easier if you could be more open about it. But you can’t. Your own problems aside, Doyoung would kill you if his reputation went down, even a nick. Men like that are so difficult, you curse to yourself. 

You run into Ten in the hallways, brightening at his absurdly wide grin. In fact, you haven’t seen him remotely upset since freshman year, when he couldn’t join the dance club, not because he failed the audition but because he mixed up the dates and missed it entirely. (It’s okay; he got in the next year.)

“Guess what!” he yells before you’re even in conversation range.

“What?” you yell back.

“No, guess,” he says, when you’re close enough.

You roll your eyes. “You scored a date?”

Ten deadpans. “No. I don’t even want one.”

“Loser.”

“No, you.”

“How clever.”

Ten flicks your forehead with no provocation whatsoever, making you yelp in pain. After a minute of cursing on your part, he squishes your cheeks to bring you back to reality—like he wasn’t the cause. You bite your lip to keep yourself from scowling. His hair is still light brown from the bleach, and you fix his bangs out of habit; your dumb friends are all you have at the end of the day. You sigh. They all lean on you unwittingly.

“Anyway, the news? I’m not guessing anything else,” you warn, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Well,” he draws out the syllable. “I heard- know you’re into the smart type. You know, student council kinda guys? So…”

You choke, the coffee leaving your mouth just as quick as it entered.

“Who told you that?” The laugh that leaves your mouth is forced and certainly fake but it’s the best you can do.

Ten rolls her eyes, still smiling. “I was thinking if you would be interested in a certain Park Hyungmin.”

Oh. Student body vice-president. He’s most definitely your type, with a gifted body and equally strong academic prowess—not to mention perfectly maintained tan skin and the most radiant smile you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“Oh, yeah, he’s hot,” you nod in agreement. “What do you want me to do with him?”

“He likes you. Like, totally has the hots for you. And I owe him so please help me out here.”

You furrow your brows, heaving a deep sigh.

“You...want me to go on a date with him?” you ask. 

You can oblige. Park Hyungmin is the hottest dude on campus (probably). It’s a win-win situation—in fact, it’s even better. A certain bitter taste finds itself in your mouth. It must be the coffee. You swallow it. 

“Yeah.”

And the deal’s done.

It was casual commitment, like most things you do for fun. You don’t think much of it, and the thought takes its final bow when you run into Doyoung himself.

Well, sort of.

You turn heel when he appears in your line of sight, pretending to fix your hair against a damn wall. You aren’t quite ready to face him yet, considering the coffee hasn’t kicked in—it’s not healthy how much you depend on it. Dependence is different, however, from consciously drowning yourself in it. 

See, Doyoung is anything but tolerable without a few shots of vodka. Or after sex. Or when he’s mumbling in his sleep. And you can’t erase any of those scenes. This is you trying to save yourself (and Doyoung) from embarrassment and a whole lot of explanation.

His coat looks expensive and you’d rather he had it on instead of on his arm. The tucked-in sweater and pants combo accentuates the line of his waist and the colour—you wonder where he found a teal so fitting—looks serene in the crowd. He’s wearing his glasses though, looking a little less put together than usual. Still, no one seems to notice and he continues to explain something to his group of friends.

God forbid you find Doyoung attractive during daytime.

His lips are chapped but pink as ever, the hair messed up by either the wind or his friends—you should stop staring by now. You give in. You’ll text him to book a hotel room tonight.

Sometimes you wonder how he has that large a friend circle, and always, the question answers itself. Eloquence, wit and regrettably, good looks—what does he lack? Maybe if he lost the habit to nag people around fifty-six times a day, he’d be the perfect man.  

An arm slings over your shoulder, punting the soul right out of your body.

“Fuck, Johnny, don’t do that,” you hiss, placing your hand over your chest involuntarily. 

The head of the photography club apparently spends his time terrorizing everyone he remotely knows. You make a foul expression but iIt’s not like he ever minds your scowling. He says he’s had enough practice from teasing Doyoung (and you’ll admit, it’s the only time you feel sorry for him). You were certain Doyoung would have filed him for harassment sometime in sophomore year. 

“What are you even looking at?” Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow at the plain offwhite expanse of the wall in front of you.

You feel hot at the neck. “I was fixing my hair.”

“In front of a wall?”

You click your tongue. “Do you not have class?”

“Oh, don’t be so quick to send me off.” He places a hand over his chest in mock hurt, fingers stretched delicately. 

To your dismay, the rest of his friends gather around giving you happy greetings—greetings only carefree college boys are capable of delivering. To your further dismay, Kim Doyoung arches an eyebrow at you, the same way he does on nights you’re doing things less than appropriate to think of in broad daylight.

“Hey, Doyoung, don’t you have anything to say? Or were you too drunk to remember?”

You bite down on your lip a little too hard. Doyoung, on the other hand, looks like he’s just seen God, stammering out a “what?” nevertheless.

“Weren’t you supposed to buy (name) a drink for driving you home that night?”

“Right,” he says, clearing his throat.

Oh, he’s bought you a drink enough times. Summer has waned but whatever thread you tied around your wrists hasn’t. Right now, your guess is that Doyoung has been ensnared in the common ritual for college boys to walk around campus and declare their friend is single just to embarrass him (or by some miracle, score him a date).

Everything, apart from the way you look at Doyoung, feels like a charade. You shake your head with a quick laugh, smacking Johnny in the arm and pay your condolences to Doyoung—keep it light. You’re good at it, or pretending you’re good at it, at the very least.

Doyoung’s gaze on you lingers for a moment and then you breathe. You’re going to be late for class—you offer the classic excuse and you’re out of there. In a way, it’s exciting. You’ve always wanted to have a secret relationship, even if this isn’t a real one. 

Doyoung is like the summer breeze, and you’d like for him to stay that way.

The next time you grace each other’s presence is when Doyoung’s tongue is in your mouth and his hands are running up under your shirt. 

He’s quite a pretty sight—messy hair, red lips and rosy cheeks. He moans into the kiss as he has quite a few times now and there’s the lovers’ high running through either of your minds. When he presses his lips to your neck, a soft restrained sound escapes you, not quite prepared for the sting of electricity through your skin. He moves to your collarbone and shoulders and then even lower, hands gripping your waist tight. The walls do not have ears here; these hotels are cheap but they’re built for privacy and maybe you’ll let yourself believe for once that you can belong to someone.

“Why did you text me in the middle of the goddamn night?” he mutters against the base of your neck.

“You want reasons now?” you whisper, hands running through his hair.

Doyoung has pretty fingers, pressing at the right places and prettier eyes that look at you with something akin to, dare you say it, love. He kisses you like he hasn’t had enough; and it makes you feel important.

He’s even better when he’s annoyed.

You wake up at around five in the morning. Propping yourself up on one arm, you take a moment to look at your partner. It’s easy to make out the line of his nose against the pillow, and if you focus, you can see his lashes against his cheek and his dark mop of hair clinging to his forehead. However gentle the moonlight is, it is kindest on a lover. 

Funny.

Too tired to sneak out, you go back to sleep.

“All I’m saying is that you have too much coffee,” Doyoung complains, slipping on his loose black sweatshirt. “It can’t be good for your health.”

You shake your head, scrolling through your phone as you lay on your belly. You’ve seen this view enough times—his back to you and sitting at the opposite edge of the bed, his incessant complaints and opinions about something that happened recently, running his hand through his hair when he sighs. You press on the calendar app and type in a note labeled ‘x’. Keeping tabs isn’t a bad thing; especially if you like order. Spending too many nights with someone is going to land you in trouble. That said, if you could trap love in a bottle, you would.

“You taste like coffee,” Doyoung adds with reddening ears.

Sometimes, it’s easy to ignore what he says if you listen to the sound of his voice instead. You sit up, scooting closer as Doyoung shoots you an alarmed look. He’s so cute like this; something about all the painted fences he puts up around him makes you want to lean in closer.

“So,” you poke his side. “How many relationships have you been in? Proper ones.”

“Three,” he answers, to your surprise.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “That’s more than I’ve been in!”

Doyoung furrows his. “How many have you been in?”

“One.”

He seems equally surprised but doesn’t probe further. After all, the price sticker that spells ‘youth’ clings to his forehead just as it clings to yours. 

“How many people have you fucked?” you ask suddenly, enjoying the visible flush across his neck.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he notes, flicking your forehead.

“Ow!” You place your palm against your forehead. “Okay, I get it, you have nothing to brag about.”

He shakes his head, an exasperated sigh leaving him. “I just don’t think you have to know. I like privacy.”

“Wait.” You gasp. “Don’t tell me- That night- don’t tell me you were a virgin—”

Doyoung squishes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, a laugh erupting from your mouth. 

“Who’s a virgin?”

Nothing about this, you find yourself realizing, is complicated. It’s easy, gentle, natural, like a breath of fresh air—everything but complicated. Even under dim lights and within the depths of night, Doyoung is warm and uncomplicated. His chest, his hands, his lips—they are warm, as are his words. 

But Doyoung is a fucking fairytale.  

Even after these few months, all you know about him, in the definitive format, is that he plays the keys for more hours than he sleeps. What he does for fun, what his classes are, how he became student body president—you could play guessing games all night.

“Do your friends know where you spend your nights?” you ask, leaning back against the pillows.

“They know what I’m doing, not who I’m with,” he responds, running his fingers through his hair.

You purse your lips. It’s nothing hurtful but you don’t like the hush-hush in his tone.

“Why not?”

“Because this is a secret,” he responds as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Do you want them to know?”

He’s right.

“Ah, whatever,” you mutter, a stream of curses following when your elbow collides hard with the edge of the bedside table. 

“Your mouth is filthy.” He looks away to his phone. “I don’t swear as much.”

“Well, of course it is. I had your—”

Doyoung presses his palm against your lips with a tired sigh. “Please. Don’t speak. For the sake of my sanity.”

You smile under his hand and he returns it; and the November morning warms up.

“Where were you last night?”

You were expecting the question. Areum is the worst possible candidate for a roommate if you want some privacy. You don’t think she ever sleeps; sometimes, you wonder if she even showers because all she does is stare at her laptop screen and adjust her designs. Her lips are always chapped and her hair is always in a simple low ponytail but somehow still messy. You’ve never met someone so exhausted yet so full of life at the same time.

“Who were you with last night?” Eunji yells from the bathroom, before the two of them laugh.

You knew you shouldn’t have stayed the morning. You have the nosiest roommates anyone could (not) ask for. But they’re still your friends, you tell yourself begrudgingly. You would tell them about Doyoung if it weren’t for Eunji’s big mouth and Areum’s lack of common sense. And if it weren’t for the inherent comfort of privacy.

(Some part of you wants to keep him to yourself. You don’t care about student council president Doyoung or his friend group’s everything-regulator Doyoung or always-has-his-shit-together Doyoung. The one in your bed is the most loving.)

Areum adjusts her glasses, narrowing her eyes at you. “So? Any answer?”

You break out of your daydream at her voice, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

“I don’t have to explain anything,” you retort, snatching the coffee she brewed from the tabletop. “It was a Friday night and the two of you like Netflix more than me.”

“That’s mine,” Areum mumbles out a weak complaint.

“But don’t go out alone,” Eunji whines. “It can’t be safe.”

You laugh. “You know me. I don’t do anything too dangerous. Besides, you guys have that tracker app.”

They shrug, offering you a thin smile. A part of you is happy that they trust you but another part wonders what it would be like to be worried over. Maybe getting nagged isn’t so bad. 

You take a sip of Areum’s coffee and almost spit it out right back. 

“Did you add salt?” you ask, wiping at your mouth and hoping the taste disappears.

“Uh.” A reply so intelligent, you wonder if she ever pays attention to anything she's doing. 

You take a moment (a few), sigh (several times) and make your way to the shelves. Grumbling, you make her a proper cup of coffee before you leave.

Classes don’t wait for you (even if you think they should) and the world doesn’t wait for you (again, you think it should wait for people) so you’ve made it a point to understand the whole deal about rules. If everyone followed the rules, it would be quite a pretty scene; messing up is only valid if it’s done prettily. You laugh at the thought. That’s near impossible. The bus ride to the campus consists of music and thoughts of bleak tomorrows—an average commute for college kids, you think. You sure hope you aren’t alone in this.

Doyoung smiles at you in the hallway today, and despite your best efforts, it makes your day smell a little fresher.

Your day: classes, coffee break, classes, complaining with Ten, assignments, ‘me’ time. For someone who pretends to be laid back, you use your planner as though for survival. There’s no sticky notes or colourful sketches (except on occasion); just good old fashioned to-do lists and a calendar marked with time you’ve spent on productivity. Every day is a list to be completed. If people call routine a man-made cage, instinct is the biological cage. You’d rather be in control of the cage you’re in. You’d rather be in control of yourself. It’s scary otherwise.

So you know how to get the job done—it’s ingrained into you the same way you would place your hands over your ears at loud sounds, or the way you would run to your bed in the dark after switching off the lights.

It never occurs to you that the reason your world is so perfect is a sad one.

Sometime next month, it’s going to snow. Not yet though, and it’s still too cold.

The inside of the cafe helps the slightest, the heaters situated far back from where you sit. Christmas decorations are up already and the combination of red and green meshes delightfully into the form of an aching headache. The wood paneling on the walls are worn at the corners, the garlands hardly covering them, and the barista behind the counter seems as gloomy as the decorations are bright. You wouldn’t be noticing all of this if you weren’t stuck in one position.

You lean your cheek further into your palm and sigh, only this time Ten asks you to, quote, ‘shut the fuck up’.

He pulls up his sleeve and reaches for another pencil. His cryptic process continues, as it has been for the past half an hour and you feel yourself getting impatient, trying to not bounce your leg and get another bout of quibbling from your half-mad artist friend. You don’t usually run low on patience; but Ten has a special pass to test drive it.

“How much lon—”

“Shh!” He hushes you quickly. You can’t remember why you agreed to being his portrait study subject but you sure as hell regret it.

Around fifteen minutes later, you take a (permitted) breath. You have neither the energy nor the neck strength to glare at Ten but you make sure to show your displeasure by snatching the cookies from the table with a particularly sour look. He gets up and pushes you to the side of the small worn-out couch offered by the equally small booth.

“God, that chair was uncomfortable. My butt is frozen solid,” he lets you know, and you roll your eyes.

“You know, if we weren’t friends in high school, I would never be friends with you,” you state.

Ten tilts his head to the side, a mocking pout over his lips. “I would die without you, (name). Really.”

You smack his arm and he yelps, smacking your arm right back. The sound attracts some attention and giggles, and you make a gagging gesture to let them know you are in way or form in a relationship. The low-volume music changes to something with a more distinguishable beat, the sound of doors opening and closing almost every two minutes accompanying. Arriving on time is an accomplishment, especially arriving before rush hour on Fridays at the only decent cafe on campus, but both of your classes end early and there is no way you aren’t taking advantage of that. Leaving, however, is mostly done when you’re being glared at by the waiters and waitresses.

“Doyoung asked about you,” Ten says, all of a sudden. “Kim Doyoung.”

You try to not show concern, but raise an eyebrow. “What? So? He’s not my type or anything.”

You bite your tongue. That was too quick a response, too obvious. Your cheeks grow hot. Ten doesn't say anything, however, and for a moment, you think you’re in safe waters. 

“Are you guys… into each other or not?”

You cough, trying to show your surprise at something so outrageous. “Why would you think that? Does he look like someone who dates around?”

“Actually, he’s been on quite a few dates.”

“No way.”

You know that. He’s told you about it before, in vague references, but you know about them nonetheless.

“Isn’t one student council guy enough?” you mumble. “Why are we talking about Doyoung?”

He shrugs, a familiar feline smile on his face. “Just asking. He talks about you sometimes. Actually, we forced it out of him but whatever.”

You shake your head. “You’re all terrible.”

“You seem to like him though.”

“Who said that?”

Ten sighs, ignoring your question. “If you guys are dating—”

“We’re not.”

“—or fucking—”

“Ten.”

“—you should learn a thing or two about him. The guy’s not as annoying as he looks. Or stuck-up. He’s really nice but don’t tell him I said that.”

“I know that,” you snap, feeling warm at the neck all of a sudden. “I know him.”

“Oh, you do? Tell me what his hobbies are then. Or his major. Or the clubs he’s in, apart from the student council.”

“He- He likes to sing and he’s- he’s—god, what is this? An interrogation? I’m not going to meet his mom for dinner.”

Ten gives you an ‘I knew it’ look before leaning his elbow onto the table. “You’re sleeping with a guy you don’t know anything about. Serial killers would love you.”

You massage your forehead. “Look, I know he’s a good guy, okay? And he’s sweet- and- and—wait a minute. Oh my god, you tricked me.”

Ten lets out a snort. “Hey. Okay, look, the other guys might be dumb as shit but I have, you know, a working set of eyes. I can tell. It’s not that hard.”

You grumble but the cat’s out of the bag anyway. You should’ve known Ten would figure it out—he’s a nosy little shit, and he’s been that way since high school.

“Whatever. As long as Doyoung doesn’t start panicking about his tarnished reputation or whatever.”

“Oh, I think he’s desperate to let everyone know.”

“To you, Ten, everything seems obvious. It’s annoying.” You mess up his hair.

“No, I mean, I thought you were dating.”

“Well, we’re not.”

Ten shrugs. 

“And I don’t like him,” you add. “I like the- the thing that’s going on because there’s no feelings attached.”

He looks somewhat pained, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, but doesn’t respond to your explanation. “Can I ask for a favour?”

“No.”

Ten sighs. “Come on. You didn’t even hear me out.”

“You’re going to say something stupid. Or insulting.”

“It’s neither, promise.”

You run your hand through your hair, breathing shallow. “Fine. I don’t have to agree though.”

Ten purses his lips. “It’d be better if you did.”

You hum in response, biting into the cookie and trying to ignore the glare from the nearby waitress. It’s about time you left anyway.

“Get to know him, dude. Don’t break his heart.”

“What?”

“Just kidding. There’s a party tonight. Hosted by yours truly. Finally moved out of that stinky dorm room. Bring over some friends but not more than three. And lend me some money for a juicebox.”

“That’s a lot,” you mutter. “You ask for a lot of favours.”

“Oh, speaking of which, Hyungmin—”

“He already asked me out on a date. Am I supposed to say no? You never mentioned he has such an attractive voice.”

“Oh, I’m not telling you to not go on that date. You have to, actually. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble otherwise.”

“That sounds good to me.”

“Shut up. I’m not done speaking.”

You roll your eyes.

“But if you didn’t, I could draw some conclusions.”

“What am I, your chemistry experiment now?”

“Well, you and Doyoung seem to be—”

“Don’t complete that sentence.”

“I was going to say something funny.” 

Ten flashes you a blinding smile and you sigh. By now, you’re about to get kicked out of here so you stand up discreetly while he packs up his stuff. You hug your jacket close to you as soon as you leave, shivering at the evening breeze. The sky is inky, but with a faint sort of ink—deep blue and light, all at once. From the crowd, you can tell classes just got over for quite a few people, eclectic chatter filling up the street.

“Fine. I’ll bring Eunji,” you tell Ten after some contemplation. “And whoever else responds to my text first. Areum never leaves the room. You know that.”

“Thanks, (name)!” he messes up your hair. “I would give you a kiss but someone will end up punching my pretty face.”

You furrow your brows. “Well, you’re not my type anyway.”

“I’m too good for you,” he responds in a sing-song manner, waving at you before running off and disappearing into the university crowd.

There’s always a sort of buzz in the air you can’t quite describe at college parties.

Even if this is a relatively small one, you feel an oncoming headache the moment you enter Ten’s new apartment, which you’re sure had a ‘no parties’ rule in the rental contract. You spot Kun, Ten’s roommate from the dorms and he flashes you a quick smile in greeting before he’s swept up by a doting crowd. Apparently, a cute guy in animal sciences is rare and it makes him rather popular.

Eunji disappears from your side the moment she spots Johnny, and the number of eye rolls you’ve given her haven’t warned her off him yet. You suppose it takes heartbreak to change a person. Sighing, you make your way to the kitchen only to be greeted with the strange sight of Yuta trying to balance Jaehyun on his back so they can imitate some anime formation and back out immediately. Living room, it is, despite its populous space. (You don’t really want to think of bedrooms right now.)

The apartment is quite big for what Ten told you the rent was. The hallway to the two bedrooms is narrow but you suppose something has to be sacrificed for space. You furrow your eyebrows at the two bedroom doors. Ten never said he was getting a roommate. You shrug it off, sitting down on the rather stiff couch. The lack of furniture, apart from the couch and a coffee table, makes the place look even larger and people sparse. You like the beige walls; Ten’s always loved warmer colours but something makes you think he’s going to be ruining them in a few days with garish green paint before he comes crying about that to you.

“Hey.”

You look up to the familiar voice, heart rising to your throat.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Doyoung remarks before sitting down beside you and offering you a cup of god-knows-what.

“I don’t take drinks from strange men,” you say, biting down your smile and crossing your arms.

“If you didn’t take drinks from strange men, we wouldn’t be fu—”

“Doyoung!” you hiss before looking at him with careful suspicion. “Are you drunk?”

“No. A little bit. Not enough.”

You sigh. “How will you get home now?”

“I live here, idiot.”

“You’re- You’re Ten’s roommate?” you sputter.

“Yeah. New one,” he responds. “He used to live across our room in the dorms, I can’t believe I actually agreed to this.”

“I can’t believe it either. I’ve seen cats and dogs friendlier with each other than the two of you.”

Doyoung laughs. “He’s surprisingly one of the better people to room with. I’d rather eat my own blanket than room with Yuta again.”

You laugh at his irked expression, eyebrows furrowed so cutely. The line of his brow bone to nose to lips, it seems a little too perfect to belong to someone. He relaxes his shoulders a little, leaning back on the couch as he looks somewhat lost in thought. (“You think too much,” you’d told him once. “And you think too little.”) If only that were true, you smile to yourself.

“Are you sure you can hold parties here?” you as when the music suddenly rises in volume.

“Well, it said student-friendly,” Doyoung responds, looking visibly disturbed. “Not sure if I want to test the limits of that so early.”

There’s a pause, filled in with loud pop music. You don’t think Ten, your dear introvert, would have agreed to such a party but there’s a chance Johnny or Jaehyun had something to do with this. You don’t know who to suspect when it comes to their group of friends.

“I still can’t believe you’re rooming with Ten.” You look at Doyoung.

“Well, that makes, what, eleven of us, I guess?”

You laugh, feeling conscious all of sudden. Maybe you should listen to Ten’s advice.

“Doyoung,” you call, looking at the cup in your hands a little too passionately. “What’s your major?”

He looks at you with eyes widened ever so slightly, and a pause over his lips.

“Linguistics,” he answers.

“Oh. You said something about it once,” you mumble, recalling something vague about an assignment of his. “You know mine?”

“Yeah,” he answers, eyes cast on his watch.

“Well, that makes me feel a little guilty,” you mumble as softly as you can.

“You should be,” he says. “You never listen to anything I say.”

You scoff. “You just complain most of the time.”

“Really now?”

“Yes,” you snap, looking away.

You look back again when you hear the sound of Doyoung’s laugh, a distinct brightness in it. Sometimes, you wonder if you really are as awful as you’ve made yourself be.

“You’re cute,” he says. “No wonder everyone is so in love with you.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you.

“Everyone?” you laugh. You don’t care about everyone. It’s burdensome.

“Everyone. They hate you too, by the way.” He smiles to himself. “Heard you’re going on a date with that dimwit. Hyungmin.”

You feel a sudden discomfort in your being. Taking a sip of the drink, you try to shake it off as best as you can. 

“Yeah, I- I don’t think I’ll go,” you say, waving it off. 

Why are you lying? You left it hanging on a maybe. Part of you wants to tell Doyoung; he is your friend after all and you tell friends stuff like this. The other part tells you this is cheating; lying and pretending everything is okay—it feels like cheating. 

“Oh.” He looks lost before he focuses on you. “Why not?”

“Why do you care?” you ask, trying desperately to calm the uprising in your chest.

He stays quiet for a few seconds and then shrugs, looking away from you. It makes you feel a little guilty to dismiss the situation so quickly, another item to add to your troubles. You sigh.

“Sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re right.” You can see his Adam's apple bob up and down.

“I’m not,” you say. “I’m wrong. I really didn’t mean it.”

He looks at you all at once, his gaze so gentle that it makes you think he wants to kiss you, or do something equally affectionate. Instead he sighs, downing whatever’s left of his drink before a wash of sudden looseness does away with the tension in his body.

“You have any more questions for me?” he asks, smiling. “What's it like to be student body president—or, or what instruments can I play? My favourite animal? Colour?”

You smile back. “What is your favourite animal?”

“I don’t have one. Don’t like them. Unless it’s a soft toy.”

“No way. You’re lying.”

“Now, I answer your questions and you call me a liar? Makes me a little hesitant to answer the next.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, next then. Why didn’t you join the frat? All your friends are in it.”

“Hurts my ego.”

You laugh. He’s still probably an honorary member. There is no way he’s apart from friends for too long with all those feelings of fraternity he has, no matter what he says. It’s the same as you. Affection leads nowhere though; just to short-lived moments of comfort.

You realize, through the course of the night, that you never asked. How he got into the student council, what his classes are, what he does for fun—you never asked. It’s almost like you didn’t want to know. 

How sad, you muse to yourself, to be this way. To be so wrapped up in your own problems that you fail to see people around you. Pity, however, isn’t something to feel at a party. You talk with Doyoung for the rest of the night till the sound of his voice makes you feel certain ghosts of butterflies, and till you have to take Eunji home before she does something she regrets. This is what it really means to have the price tag of ‘youth’ strung across you perhaps—when you feel old and immature all at once, and in between, when you feel nothing at all.

Doyoung is too old to mistake love. Or too young. 

Labels don’t define anything, especially when it comes to relationships—so even if he calls it love, whispers it to himself at midnight when he’s sitting alone on his bed while his friends are passed out drunk on the floor, it is empty. And then there’s you. The heat of your skin, the curse of your smile and that cheeky laugh you do to get on his nerves. He wants all of it and he’s not ashamed—but he’d be a liar to say he can shout it to the whole world. He’s not that kind of man, and what is his can remain his without the rest of the world prying its damn fingers in. The first night, no, the second—third? He can’t remember which night it was but something pent up in him exploded and he didn’t try to control it for once.

“Ow,” he mutters.

His throat burns from the whiskey. He hates drinking alone but you’re either asleep or with friends and he can’t think of anyone else but you. He tugs at the turtleneck collar, getting uncomfortable by the minute, and then proceeds to take off his coat.

For a moment, he considers getting back to the living room. There were more than enough people with lingering touches against his shoulder and longing gazes—they’re not you. He leans back onto his bed. Another hour and everyone will be gone; why did he even let them hold a party in the first place? Parties just remind him of you—he takes a whiff and smells summer and lemon vodka all of a sudden. A deep sigh leaves his lips.

You might not seem to find yourself especially sad, but Doyoung finds something oddly touching about you. Maybe it’s the way you say his name, he muses, like you’re desperately trying to fill the gaps. But it can’t be him in particular, of course—it’s a lover, any lover.

He hates long nights, just as he hates winter but lately, they haven’t been feeling too cold. Isn’t it ridiculous the way he’s running after you? Doyoung was never meant for this. It’s fucking pathetic and it makes him want to tear all his hair out but there he is, still and quiet in the same place. A certain agony makes its way through him. His hands are freezing and yet his insides are burning—nothing makes sense and right now, he doesn’t want it to. He presses his cold hands to the warmth of his cheeks and a laugh erupts from his mouth.

He must be going crazy to laugh like this in an empty room. The car lights from the window travel slowly from wall to ceiling, the only thing moving in the stagnant of his room.

Inevitably, he thinks of the end. It should come quick; in fact, he’s never been one to do this. He’s always been someone to get attached to people. He doesn’t know how the end will come because this shouldn’t have begun in the first place.

Doyoung’s out of breath.

“Crazy bastard,” he mumbles to himself, followed by a groan when he lifts his head up. As if on cue, the door opens and shuts with a bang. Ten walks in looking drowsy, running his hand through his hair with a disgruntled face.

“I hate to say this,” he slurs. “But you’re right. We can’t have extra furniture and parties. Gotta choose one.”

Ten lays down flat on the bed. “I vote out that ugly ass clock you bought. Why do we need it? We have phones and laptops.”

“It was a gift,” Doyoung mutters.

“Oh. Uh. Actually, someone already, uh—”

“Leave it. We’ll talk about that in the morning.” 

Doyoung massages his forehead, groaning at the pain when Ten suddenly decides he’s all up for cuddling. 

“Ew,” he says, scooting away from Ten. “Get away from me.”

“You don’t mean that,” Ten whines, trying very hard to pull Doyoung into a hug. Of course, his attempts are blocked by Doyoung’s palm against his forehead.

After a few more seconds of trying, Ten huffs and turns away, crossing his arms. “I don’t like you anyway.”

“I know,” Doyoung mutters.

Ten erupts into laughter, sounding more like a psychopath than a close friend of his.

“You do that every time you like someone?” he asks in between fits.

Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “I just said—okay, yeah. Whatever.”

There’s a much needed silence and Doyoung wonders if he can just fall asleep without kicking Ten out.

“You should tell (name),” Ten says all of a sudden, Doyoung’s heart stopping at your name.

“What?” he whispers.

Ten looks at him as though he’s talking to a particularly stupid child. It makes Doyoung scowl but there’s too much alcohol in his system to know if he really means it.

“You don’t- you’re- everyone in this goddamn building knows,” Ten explains, exasperated. “Jaehyun knows, and he’s the densest kid I’ve ever met. God, if you like (name), go for it.”

Doyoung blushes so deep, he considers pressing his palms to his cheeks again. He thinks for the next few moments. Ah well, if they had to find out, he’s glad he didn’t have to declare it himself.

“Whatever, just ask (name) out. It can’t be that complicated.”

Except it is. You don’t have to spell it out for him—he knows the way you feel. The two of you only ever wanted one thing out of this. But if there’s something Doyoung isn’t good at, it’s keeping his mouth shut. He wonders how many times he let it slip, wonders if you even care enough to notice. God, it’s starting to sound pitiful for him.

“Ten. How much did you drink?” Doyoung asks, raising his head.

“Nothing. None. I’m not drunk.” Ten shrugs. “Just sleepy.”

A ‘wow’ is all Doyoung can respond with. He still isn’t quite finished figuring out what sort of horrific planet Ten stumbled from. A notification ding distracts him from kicking Ten off his bed and he has half a mind to toss it onto the bedside table but it’s still half. He softens almost immediately.

It’s a text from you: a ‘u’ followed by a smiley face and then a meme he can’t quite read through hazy eyes. He finds himself smiling anyway and sends a barrage of emojis, whatever he finds because he likes the way you get annoyed at them. Sighing, he decides that’s enough. He’s not in the right state of mind for conversation.

Doyoung shuts his phone off, attempts to push Ten off the bed one last time before closing his eyes and dozing off.

Not every day is meant to be fun—you know that in your twenties—but it’s still somewhat disappointing to have bad days. Like youth is meant to give you some sort of happiness daily. That’s what they make it sound like.

You groan, rubbing at your back. Sitting at your study desk for so long does not have good long term effects. At least, your temporary, meaningless assignments are done. You scowl at the text on your laptop screen; the more you look at it, the more you hate it and so, you shut it off. It’s not like your pissy professor is going to be impressed by anything you do. However, you like the orderly certainty of schoolwork.

Break time consists of guilt and sugary snacks. You’re done with most everything and you suppose leaving the final review of things to a later date can’t hurt. In fact, it sounds rather appeasing. A few more moments pass in making a decision.

You get dressed. The apartment feels eerie all alone, and you’re sure as hell not going to spend the rest of your evening here. You shiver, quickly striding out the front door and locking it before taking out your phone.

People misunderstand winter. Winter is only the end of things; and sometimes, the beginning. It isn’t cruel or crushing, it’s just taking its course. However, you have a tendency to blame seasons for all that happen in it. For instance, you shouldn’t be missing summer when you really miss the first night with Doyoung. 

He picks up after calling thrice. You wonder what he’s even up to, if Saturday evenings are also booked full for such a guy.

“Why do you take so long to pick up?” you complain. “Do you not get days off?”

“I’m busy,” he hisses. 

Something’s wrong.

You pause, unsure what to do. It’s not his voice but the one in the background that catches your attention. 

Inviting him somewhere. 

Rather sensually.

Your ears feel hot and you drop the call. Of course. Of fucking course. You’re the idiot thinking it was a thing. This whole thing is casual—feeling sorry wasn’t in the contract. Fucking around was.

It’s not like you’ll be heartbroken by something like this. Of course not. Of course. Doyoung and you never had a beginning so there isn’t an end, really. It’s fine. It’s fine. You take a deep breath and browse through your phone. With the onset of Christmas holidays, you have around three options left. Ten (yikes), Jaehyun (no way) or the latest addition, Hyungmin.

Well, you’re dressed. You have to go somewhere. And your statement about Hyungmin being the hottest guy on campus still stands.

You send two texts to the boy before deciding that’s apparently enough time waiting. He picks up after a few rings, voice groggy from what you assume to be a late afternoon nap.

“You up for a drink?” You cut to the point.

“Uh? Oh, uh, now? I am, of course- I just need—”

“Twenty minutes. I’ll text you the address.”

Nothing cheers you up like your favourite bar. Or friends. Or people who respond to calls.

Hongdae is as busy as ever. You knew the bar would be packed but not this packed. Still, you managed to grab a seat at the bar table. With the oncoming night, the smell is just going to get worse—so there’s nothing wrong with treating yourself to some lemon vodka (and its refreshing scent).

Hyungmin arrives exactly four minutes early, and the mussed up hair makes you think he must have been in a hurry. For what, you can’t be sure. 

You can still see the inklings of Hongdae nightlights on his hair right before he enters, and in the fallacy of that moment, you think it’s going to be Doyoung. You sigh. This isn’t the time for that.

“Sorry,” you say, gesturing to the bar table. “All the tables were booked.”

“No, no,” he responds quickly. “I actually prefer it here.”

He’s tall, not that it’s the first time you’re noticing, but even when he’s sitting, he’s at least two heads taller than you are. His shoulders are accentuated by the mocha coat, no doubt part of the latest trend this winter. As a fashion student, he hits the mark and more. 

For a moment, you feel bad for knowing his major. Ten let it slip about him and yet still, you feel guilty for remembering it. You’re not supposed to go into unnecessary detail about people that don’t matter. Does he matter? 

“Surprised you could make it,” you joke half-heartedly. “Aren’t you lot always busy with something?”

He laughs. “The student council? Oh, we’re busy alright.”

Busy. Right.

“What about you? Aren’t you part of like three different clubs?”

“So what kind of busy?” you ask, ignoring his question. You’re part of two, now that you left the music club last semester. It’s not like small talk matters though.

“Uh,” he hesitates. “You know- attend meetings and events, coordinate committee work, supervise stuff, etcetera etcetera. So busy, yeah.”

“Busy on Saturdays too?” you ask, before thanking the bartender for the drinks.

“Yeah, I guess. Doyoung has it worse than me honestly. Even now, he has to take care of stuff because of me. Hah…”

You gulp down your drink making Hyungmin raise an eyebrow in concern. “Stuff? Because of you?”

“Yeah.” Hyungmin scratches the back of his head. “He’s with the girls.”

“Girls?” you ask, playing with the glass. You’re starting to feel annoyed, red lining your vision.

“Yeah.” He makes no notion of clarifying his statement.  

“Must be quite the president,” you say, resting your cheek against your palm.

“Oh, he’s a nightmare.” Hyungmin laughs. “He has to control everything.”

You try to mask your scoff. You know what he can be like when you’re working beside him. 

“Oh, and the guy has no sense of humour,” Hyungmin laughs, the sound easy on the ears.

You blink.

“I think he’s funny,” you say quickly. You swear you have no idea why you sound so defensive.

He hums in response and you consider biting your tongue, telling him you’re only here for one thing and forgetting the uncomfortable churning of feelings inside your chest.

“Forget I- I’m a little confused today.” 

Is that an acceptable explanation? You can’t think straight enough to decide. The silence on Hyungmin’s part, however, worries you. The crowd around you fills in for the next few moments as your companion seems to debate something with himself.

“Look, I know you and Doyoung are… I don’t know, something.”

You huff in irked amusement. “God, does everyone seem to know?”

“Not until late actually.” Hyungmin takes a gulp. “He’s been acting weird. Doyoung.” 

You look away, breathing shallow. You don’t like it, the way things seem to be getting out of hand. All this time, the world seemed to be in the palm of your hand and now, it’s spilling everywhere; the sand in the hourglass is already up to your knees and you don’t know what happens when it fills.

“Do you actually like him?” he asks, leaning back just a little. You know where this is going. “Are you guys dating?”

“No,” you respond, checking your watch.

“Oh.”

There’s a moment’s hesitation in him but you’ve seen that look before. You know that look.

“Then we can- uh- we can—”

“Fuck?” you ask.

He gulps. “I mean, you can say no any time—”

You pull him by the collar and kiss him, hard enough to melt away your hovering thoughts. He kisses like you expect him to, not how you want him to. You know this sort, and somehow, that makes you feel comfortable. Knowing what you’re getting into is easing but it doesn’t lessen the weight of it.

It’s sickening. The way you’re pretending it’s Doyoung.

Hyungmin pulls apart, panting heavily. “Oh, okay.”

“Tell me you drove here.” 

He holds up his car keys in response.

You’re not the type to sleep with strange (semi-acquainted) men, but it’s better than falling in love with them.

So you follow a lover to a hotel room and try to feel something. Some time, when he’s kissing you against the hotel room walls, he pulls apart and asks, “You’re thinking of someone else, aren’t you?”

You know the answer; it just won’t leave your lips.

“It’s okay,” he says with a weak smile, “Let’s just have fun.”

And every time his mouth was on yours, every time you saw stars, you felt the ghost of Doyoung and his haunting touches. It was strange and unfair and unlike you—or at least, unlike the you that you built over the past few years. You feel as though you’ve misplaced something—like something was supposed to be there when you reached out but instead, it was empty space.

The night ends as it should and you leave right before dawn with an apology text you couldn’t put half your heart into.

Most winter nights, you wake up with pain so profound, it’s seeping into your bones.

It never made sense. You never tried to make sense of it. So you let the aches push you down by the shoulders, lodge itself into your neck and back; and you tell yourself, it must be what you deserve. It’s cold and you’re walking barefoot on frozen ground.

You gasp. The weight of who you are and who you have to be—it has its knee on the back of your neck, shoving you into the damp earth. There’s no particular reason to it; it makes it seem as though it’s insignificant. Unimportant. Irrelevant. But that’s the problem—the weight of the world on your shoulders makes no sense. Whose world are you even carrying? Whose approval are you trying to win? You scramble to get up, messing up your bedsheets in the process, and pull your blanket around you. Your own warmth surrounds you and it makes no difference. You frown.

You remember your phone call with your mom, and your lips tremble. You shouldn’t have told her about how crappy your finals went but it slipped. You tried to explain that you did work for them, that you gave it your best but sometimes things don’t work out. She didn’t have to say it out loud for you to hear her thoughts. 

You’re disappointing. 

You wipe at your eyes, feeling annoyed at the emotion. If you could let the ground swallow you whole, you would. In a heartbeat. You don’t even know what you’re doing most of the days despite that pretty planner of yours.

You get out of bed, pull on your cardigan beside the bed and grab your lighter and pack. The tiny balcony makes for a great smoking spot and while you would scold any of your friends for committing to this, you do it yourself. Hypocrite.

For all you try to shove into yourself—hobbies, student clubs, actual clubbing, friends—the more you feel less than enough, as if everything just vanishes into thin air inside you. As if you aren’t enough and never will be. You play by the rules and you lose, you break the rules and you lose. 

Maybe it’s because you let yourself be filled by the intricacies of other people that they like you. And thus, you cannot stop for fear of loneliness.

Just as you’re feeling crushed again, you picture Doyoung against your back, placing his nose in the crook of your neck—something he has never done—and you wonder why it helps. 

Sucking in air too fast, you cough. You shouldn’t have let it go on for so long.

It was fun—harmless fun. You shouldn’t even be thinking of taking a step in some other direction. You’re friends, barely, but you like where you are. If Doyoung was that important, you wouldn’t be going about this all backwards. You sigh, though it comes out jagged. The room is quiet and that’s the way it should be at four a.m, of course, but you crave music all of a sudden. Doyoung and you are just a temporary fix; and you let that thought relax you.

When you think of his chin on your shoulder, however, it feels feather light.

“Why are we doing this?” you ask. 

The atmosphere is warm and toasty, just like you expect it to be in a bakery with light pink doors and a collection of plastic potted plants on display. The decorations aren’t an eyesore here and somehow, it makes you feel better. It’s a little far but you decide it’s worth it.

Doyoung shrugs, sipping his hot chocolate. “It’s Christmas, and we’re both here.”

Your eyes follow the hanging lights over the counter, wrapped in pine tree stickers and eventually to the neat display of a ‘Season’s Greetings’ menu, the contents of which are currently at your table. A Christmas song by some singer who’s been popular lately plays, tunes light and dancing. You hate the end of the year solely because of the extra pressure January brings. Nothing you can’t handle, of course. Nothing you can’t handle.

You sigh. It’s been a little difficult lately.

“Doyoung, really, why are we doing this?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Are you- uh- are you not enjoying this? I could—”

“No! No, it’s not that. I feel better, actually.” You bite your tongue almost immediately after. It’s not like he’s supposed to know the sort of hell week you’re having. A poorly received term paper, finals that weren’t up to your expectations, crippling loneliness without friends and, oh, the self-doubt—you are at the lowest you can be in college. The only sweetener right now is in the hot chocolate and the way Doyoung’s looking at you. 

You feel something close to guilt.

“Good.” He smiles. “You seemed… You seemed a little down.”

The sliver of warmth between your ribs makes you think this is unreal. It feels uneasy to be so affected by someone but you let it slide, turning back to your hot chocolate.

“Why didn’t you go home this time?” you ask, sipping your drink.

“Oh, I didn't really want to face my parents,” he says before leaning. “Didn’t do too well this semester. And my brother’s going to be there with all his achievements.”

You chuckle in disbelief. “You don’t like your brother?”

“I love him to bits. Just can’t stand my mom’s nagging when he’s around.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” You cross your arms, smiling triumphantly. You feel like children squabbling but it’s so lighthearted, you want to laugh.

Doyoung raises a pointed finger, about to retort but nothing comes out. He puts his hand down.

“I guess you’re right.”

You shake your head. “I’m sure she’s proud of you too.”

“I know that,” he says, laughing. “Of course she is. I don’t keep myself busy for nothing.”

You gulp, a sudden sourness rising at the base of your tongue. 

“Busy, huh? Didn’t know spending saturday evenings with girls also counted as busy,” you mutter against the cup, half-hoping he doesn’t hear you.

“What?” There’s a perplexed look across his face.

You wave your hand in dismissal. “Oh don’t mind me.”

“Are you talking about me giving a tour to the fresher girls?” Doyoung leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Hyungmin does that usually but Mr Man was sore from soccer practice and Friday fucking.” 

You blink. “Fresher… girls?”

“What, did you think I was at a brothel?” Doyoung laughs in amusement.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “No! No, of course not.”

You wave your hands about for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an explanation. This makes things rather embarrassing.

“Sorry,” you say finally. “I jumped to conclusions.”

Doyoung laughs, rather deep and heartily, and you wonder if your apology really did sound as stupid to him as it did to you. 

“You do that a lot,” he notes.

“Thanks,” you quip, cutting the pastry with your fork a little too forcefully. His laugh follows. (You hate it so much. It sounds like pure adoration.)

The next few moments consist of scrolling through your phones (because Doyoung says his ‘mouth hurts from talking to you’) and you would’ve been in a better state of mind if everyone wasn’t posting pre-Christmas photos with their families. 

“You know they’re opening that park. What’s it called- Winter Wonderland or something. You said you wanted to visit.”

You look up at Doyoung amused.

“Let’s be honest. You want to be in bed, Doyoung,” you say. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I care,” he answers, looking at you with his doe eyes. “About you. You sulk when you’re upset.”

“I don’t sulk,” you reply but your smile is obvious when you exit the cafe. 

It’s like a date. The more you think of it that way, the more it makes you smile.

The evening is perfect—orange and pink and loving and happy. Doyoung trails behind you as you tread over the sidewalk with cheeky remarks about his speed.

“I’m in the track club, you know?” he huffs, finally tired of your jabs.

“As what, the start point?”

A fake, sarcastic laugh leaves him. “I wouldn’t get to see you if I walked ahead.”

You feel warmth creep up your face. You mumble, “that’s cheesy.” It’s too weak though, and it goes unheard. 

For the first time, you notice his eyes are a little like yours in what they reflect. You love them. 

So this is where the crowd went. The amusement park, or whatever you call it, is buzzing with a faint sort of excitement, mostly in the children that didn’t get to go on a vacation elsewhere. It’s quite the wonderland though so you can’t see them complaining.

“Do you think they’ll kick us out if we make out on the Ferris wheel?” you ask, smiling at Doyoung.

“I’m not making out with you on the Ferris wheel,” he replies, making a face.

You do end up making out on the Ferris wheel, and you get butterflies from it. It’s like a teenage dream but Doyoung looks even better. You pass on the cotton candy because frankly, you’ve had enough of sweet things. You sit at the frozen wooden seat, hoping it warms up while Doyoung brings the two of you some fries.

Your phone buzzes with a notification. Your eyes light up at the mail from your professor. You had turned in the term paper three days ago, weeks ahead of schedule and were particularly proud of the way it turned out. 

You look at the email and zero in on the word ‘redo’.

Your shoulders sag immediately. You spent four weeks on that—and it’s not good enough? You search frantically for how it could have gone wrong and come up with none. That’s not supposed to happen. Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong. The week’s exhaustion swallows you up again.

When Doyoung returns, he looks at you concerned before quickly setting the fries on the table.

“(name). Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” Your voice sounds so weak and squeaky, you feel embarrassed. It’s embarrassing that after all these years, you still don’t know how to handle failure. 

Because it’s not supposed to happen. You tell yourself that over and over and it makes things worse.

You feel dirty, underneath all that dust and crumbled rock dangling in your hair. Whatever rests on your shoulders is cracking and collapsing, and you’re pushing in the wrong direction to make sure it all stays up. 

He reaches out his hand but you avoid it.

“No,” you mutter, weakly shaking your head.

You rub at your nose and eyes, hoping you can hide behind your forearms. Doyoung shouldn’t be seeing you like this, he doesn’t deserve to see you like this. You turn away from him, your palm gently pushing against the soft material of his shirt. 

Doyoung doesn’t move. Instead, he gently tugs on your wrist so you have no choice but to face him with your red-rimmed eyes. You’re not sure if it’s embarrassment or pity, but the concern in his eyes makes you cry harder. 

“You don’t have to do that,” he whispers. “You don’t have to find a place to cry.”

For the first time in adulthood, you learn what it’s like to lean your forehead against someone’s chest this way. Doyoung wraps his arms around you and the sound of his breathing soothes your near-erratic heart. 

“I worked really hard on it, you know?” you mumble against his chest. “My term paper.”

“I know,” he whispers.

Doyoung strokes your head delicately, fingers running through your hair with airy touches. Eventually, you let go of a final sigh and look up to his lips.

He seems surprised at the kiss but it’s all you can think of now. It’s gentler than usual and Doyoung moves cautiously though he seems to like it all the same. His arms feel comfortable around you. When he pulls apart, he looks at you yet still with careful concern.

“We can- we should stop if you want,” he says, and he means it. 

You shake your head. Night is creeping in overhead, deep and quiet and slow.

“I like you, Doyoung,” you say finally. “I really, really like you.”

Doyoung’s eyes widen, as though a rabbit wary of the traps it might set foot on but he eases into your touch almost immediately.

“I like… I like you too.” His lips waver but he looks away and takes a deep breath. “I like you so much.”

You smile and think that maybe everything is set right now, with his chin against your shoulder and your arms around him. 

Doyoung discards the jacket once you’re in your apartment, kissing you fuller now. Every other thought leaves you; you beg him to make you forget the rest of the world. The walls are comforting now that he’s here, and it’s warmer, hotter.

“Can we- Can we go a little slower?” you mumble, his arms still gentle when they wrap around your waist. He parts his lips from your neck to look at you momentarily before nodding.

You suddenly understand why he always makes you feel so good. There’s a certain fondness to his touch and warmth to his kisses. There’s no one quite like him, really.

“I love digging graves, especially if it’s my own,” you mutter against the pillow.

Doyoung laughs. “What did you do this time?”

“This time? Excuse me? Do you think I’m some sort of trouble child?”

“Hm. Let’s see. Yes.”

You pause. Why do you hesitate to tell him you slept with Hyungmin? It’s not like you were cheating—you weren’t dating Doyoung. Besides, that night with Hyungmin didn’t mean anything. A horrid feeling snakes around your throat, heavy and piercing. You resort to changing the topic.

“I’m… I took another course beyond my understanding.”

“That’s it?” he asks.

You nod.

No, no, no; it’s all backwards now and you don’t know how to reverse it.

Doyoung takes your hand in his, delicately and yet firm. His chest is against your back, bare and warm. When he presses his lips against your knuckles, the warmth that flushes through you makes you want to believe in something else entirely. You feel weak. 

A part of you argues that you feel honest—in a moment of clarity you don’t think you deserve. Neither vodka nor whiskey can make you this clear in the head; you struggle to breathe straight. How awful it is to feel warmth and not believe in it at the same time.  

“You can rely on me, you know?” he whispers.

The knot in your chest makes you want to cry.

You feel lonely and the opposite of it all at once. Doyoung is too much for you—too kind, too pretty and too true. He makes you realize too many things at once.

There are a few things in the world that can stifle loneliness. Like the notes Doyoung plays on the piano, like the songs he hums in the morning till you place open-mouthed kisses against his neck.

You realize, all of a sudden, that Doyoung really is your dearest friend.

And yet, you don’t think you deserve it. You’ve never loved, you believe, but you have. You don’t remember it well enough. The lovers’ touches you kept searching for led to this. Hypocrite. You wanted a lover’s touch and you rejected the love that came with it. What a complicated bundle of emotions. You weren’t always this way.

You loved your first cat when you were six, all the way till it died a warm death in your bed. You loved your mother even when she yelled at you for skipping your chores. You loved your middle school friends when you talked about comics and movies you saw for the first time. 

It’s hard to love the same way now.

You suppose sympathy needs a little backstory. Nothing is unconditional. 

It had all started when your heart had broken into two clean pieces. You put a bandaid on it and called it a day. No one taught you to ask for help.

Your friends know someone broke your heart; you tell them everything. Friends, friends—you wanted them so bad and yet, you keep them as far from you as you can. You pretend to be paper-thin and so shallow, sometimes you wonder if that’s all there is to you. But for all they know, they know next to nothing. It wasn’t just the aftermath of reckless puppy love. 

The first time your heart broke, it was watching your mother cry in the living room for a reason you didn’t understand. You wondered who committed the crime, who should be charged—and you found no one. A loveless marriage is cruel, yes, but you cannot point fingers. It isn’t just cruel; it’s infuriating.

The second time, the two pieces of your heart broke into a few more. It was a boy with an inviting smile and flags whose colour you couldn’t quite discern. They must have been red, but everything else was too—hearts, cheeks, lips, and the threads around your wrists. And eventually, he guided you to the conclusion that you are undeserving, unworthy, unloved. 

You were strong, however. It was easy to collapse on the bed and feel the weight of the world settling in, but you stood up again on shaking knees and you told yourself to have fun; you can have fun without feelings. You know better than to attach meaning to fun—you might hate insignificant things but it’s only fun if it’s pointless. You’re not letting go of this place you’ve worked so hard to arrive at, with all the shattered pieces in your hands.

It’s better to offer nothing at all than offer broken pieces.

“Can we stay like this?” Doyoung’s arms tighten around your waist, his breath shallow against your shoulder. “Just for a little bit.”

His voice is beautiful as always, but for a moment, it strikes you as sad.

Everything’s twisting up into knots and you are frantically running your fingers over them to straighten it all out. You know what it’s like to let things rot; and you are tired of it. Why can’t everything disappear for one moment? Why can’t you just let it be the two of you?

You sigh in response, nodding. 

“I might not know what’s happening in there,” he starts, drawing circles on your chest with his finger, touch comfortably light. “But…”

I’m here and I get it.

Is that what he wants to say? You don’t think you’ll get to know. You’re not exactly voicing yourself either. 

Stay the night. You want to say it but your lips are frozen.

Instead, you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, fitting into each other as perfect as a lie. You would tell him, you try to convince yourself, if you could say it with enough conviction. There’s no point to saying things that are half-meant, that are true but only just enough. You’re a coward.

And now, this has gotten complicated.

An end.

Tapping his pen against the desk, Doyoung grows increasingly annoyed. The council's next  meeting agenda isn’t going to finish writing itself but he can’t bring himself to either. Besides, Ten’s pacing outside his room is starting to get on his nerves.

“Ten!” he yells. “Can you quit it? You’re making too much noise.”

His disapproval is met with silence. For a moment, he spaces out and reflexively thinks of you, only to feel a confusing sort of emotion. It’s normal, he tells himself, and that it’ll sort itself out.

Doyoung feels like a glass box more often than not. If he breaks, who picks up the pieces? Who gets cuts all over their fingers?

‘Whoever breaks him’ should be the answer. But that’s wishful thinking. It’s not that simple. 

He’s so see-through that it’s painful. He used to tell Taeyong he’s wrong but he’s never been able to prove it. He is easy. It’s embarrassing.

But then again, part of him likes it when it comes to you. He likes it when you kiss him after a particularly heated disagreement, he likes when you get on his nerves just so he’d fuck you and most of all, he loves the push and pull. Fun is just that. He doesn’t know what he’d do if that heart of his he placed so gingerly into your palms falls and shatters.

The line between hate and love is thin; and he’s enjoying walking it too much.

He has nothing to offer but himself. He laughs at the thought and shakes his head. It’s somewhat dirty, and not just in the sexual sense.

“Ten!” he yells again. “Stop pacing!”

Getting up from his seat, he strides over to his door, swings it open and finds Ten scratching his head and glancing at his phone in repeated action. 

“Ten?”

He’s so in a trance that he hasn’t noticed Doyoung. He is the lovable sort of idiot if he ever chooses to be so. Most of the time though, he’s just a smartass.

“Oh, oh no, I’m a bad friend,” Ten mutters to himself, his pacing growing more restless. He scratches the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed and too inside his head to notice Doyoung. He wants to ask but something tells him he shouldn’t. 

Turns out, his apprehension isn’t strong enough these days. 

“Whose date did you crash?” Doyoung asks, more than annoyed already.

When Ten looks at him, Doyoung feels rather shriveled and freezes on the spot. Call it instinct but Doyoung respects fear and pain. Ten has a mixture of the two, amplified when he looks at Doyoung.

“Doyoung. Hey,” he says, trying to tone down the distress in his voice.

Doyoung still hasn’t recovered from the initial surprise of Ten looking that way.

“Did you fuck up? Did someone fuck up? Why do you look like that?”

Ten sits down on the small couch. “Long story… I guess. Too many details, you- you know? Just—”

“What the fuck happened?”

Ten still can’t look him in the eye. “The group chat’s a little…”

“Ten,” Doyoung snaps. “Cut the crap.”

“No, that’s- that’s what I’m- You’re going to be upset.”

Doyoung straightens, furrowing his brows. “I think I can fucking handle it.”

“You know that date I set up for (name) and Hyungmin?”

“You set that up?”

“(name) slept with Hyungmin.” 

Doyoung quietens. The silence seems to make Ten uncomfortable as he shifts in his seat, getting up when Doyoung speaks.

“So?”

Ten blinks. “You’re not upset?”

“Just what kind of loser do you think I am?” Doyoung mutters.

Glass shatters just that easily. Maybe he wanted you to shatter him. Maybe he was already cracking at the edges.

“Doyoung, you don’t have to—”

“Stop,” he exclaims a little louder than he intended. “Stop looking at me like that. I’m a grown man, I can handle shit like this.”

It still hurts though. You lied to him and he let you in. You lied to him. Doyoung sighs, returning to his room with a realization he should have had long ago. His night ends with more deleted drafts than he’s supposed to have and eventually, with increased discomfort, he delegates the job to Park Hyungmin himself with the excuse of sickness.

Doyoung does feel sick. He felt this way once, in highschool, but it had turned to red, hot anger ready to lash at anyone and everyone, spilling from his lips as easy as it was to breathe. And Doyoung can never feel that way towards you. He was different back then too, of course, but you—you’re unlike anyone he’s ever met. He loves the comfort of you, and something like that is hard to come by. 

He feels like laughing again but instead he finds tears on his cheeks. Silly boy, he can hear his mother tell him. You don’t give your heart to heartbreakers. 

So Doyoung falls asleep to the sound of upbeat music in his earphones, music he hates even just to pass the night. Morning will come and he will have to become stronger. Comfort is fleeting, after all.

With everything said and done, you know very well that if you were to tell someone you love them—genuinely, truly, from the heart—it would be Doyoung. It’s not a sudden realization, like the sky falling apart or a tidal wave crashing against the shore and sweeping away the city. It is like the gentle lapping of water, though, or the way the clouds change shape—natural and anything but alarming. You want to stare at it forever, and you want to believe that’s how it will be forever. 

“You told everyone we had sex?” Your voice is boiled to a shout. 

Hyungmin looks torn, lips moving but no explanation making its way out. “I- I told my friends, not everyone.”

“And you forgot that your friends talk? Everybody talks, Hyungmin, what were you thinking?”

He sighs before taking a step towards you. “Why are you so angry about it? As far as I remember, you had no trouble talking about whose pants you got into.”

You scoff. “With friends, not the whole campus.”

“That’s exactly what I did!” 

You cross your arms, feeling so upset you might cry and unsure as to why. You’re usually good at dealing with stuff like this, keeping things in the right place.

“It’s because of Doyoung, isn’t it?” 

You snap your head to Hyungmin. There’s a serene sort of look to him despite his unkempt appearance, and a look of understanding.

“I’m sorry. Really. But if you were so into him, you shouldn’t have called me that evening. It might not matter to me but…”

You broke his heart. All that devotion he had towards you led to this. 

“You’re right.” You choke on your words, leaning against the wall. “Fuck… Fucking…”

You turn around, making your way out of the hallway and hope the tears on your cheeks dry faster if you run.

You can’t remember the last time you ran. Your world didn’t need running from, it was right in the palm of your hands. Now that you look back, the world was always on your shoulders and heavy as it can be. Maybe you liked it—the weight. You could’ve shrugged it off any time; you didn’t need all those caging schedules or careful, elegant steps.

No. Atlas couldn’t shrug because his punishment was his existence. To have weight is to have meaning; and that is how you intended to live out your life.

Doyoung makes you see it differently. To love so fully even if it seems cautious—you, who has never loved at all, couldn’t comprehend it. And because he makes you see it differently, the box is now open and all hell is loose. 

For once, you don’t want to live in the world you crafted. You want more love, more hurt and you want to open the doors. You don’t mind hell if it’s for him.

You ring the bell to Doyoung and Ten’s apartment and pray the news hasn’t reached him yet. He said he was busy this weekend; maybe he was detached enough from his phone for once. You just want to be the person to tell him. It’s not a perfect apology otherwise.

Doyoung opens the door with pursed lips and cold eyes. There’s a sense of ease over his shoulders and arms but he won’t look at you and panic rises to your throat.

“We’re not fucking tonight, (name),” he says.

“That’s not- That’s not why I’m here.” Your voice is so meek, you wonder what happened.

Doyoung steps back, crossing his arms. He’s still looking at his feet and you feel the urge to reach for his face.

“I wanted to tell you- I… I just—”

“That you’re fucking other people?”

“God, Doyoung, stop with the fucking. I don’t care about that right now.”

“Really?” His voice is so sharp, it digs into your skin. “You were just in it for that. That’s the fun part in your stupid life, isn’t it?”

You feel a sharp pain in your nose and forehead. “You’re- Now that’s- Doyoung. I’m sorry. That’s what I wanted to say.”

“After—” His voice chokes up. “After everything is done? Stop with the excuses and face it for fuck’s sake. You aren’t made to fall in love. That’s why you dance around it all the time.”

Although he says that, he doesn’t sound angry. He sounds defeated.

“It’s not like you aren’t cautious,” you retort, throat feeling heavy. “You said it yourself- you don’t want to care too much.”

“I was wrong,” he says, voice hoarse. “I care about everything more than I’d like to admit. I care about you more than I’d like to admit.”

“The Hyungmin thing didn’t mean anything, okay? You were busy and—”

“So why did you lie?” He strains to not raise his voice. “Of course I knew our little thing didn’t mean shit to you. Why did you pretend it did? Last week, you said- you said—”

“Doyoung, last week- last week I- I wasn’t pretending, I swear.”

“You could’ve just saved yourself the trouble and the dignity.” A short, humorless laugh leaves him.

You feel your lips tremble, the explanation not quite made its way out yet. He looks so innocent like this, rabbit-like eyes watery and full of pain, pure the way they have always been. This is your mistake, isn’t it?

“Doyoung, please,” you manage to say. “That was wrong. I couldn’t clear up my head. Please don’t—”

“No. I was an idiot. Or you see me as one.” He frowns deeper, lips trembling. “I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have. We shouldn’t have been at the same fucking party and I shouldn’t have drank so much. You’re- I’m not that kind of person.”

You bite down your lip. “What kind?”

Doyoung laughs, the sound raspy and empty. “The kind to not fall in love with you.”

It damn near breaks your heart to look at him. You have to say something, it shouldn’t end like this. You’re desperate and all you think is that you don’t want it to end at all.

“Please, I thought of you as a friend, that’s why—”

“And this is what you call being a friend?” he cuts you off.

You feel the sting in your eyes and nose, making you turn sharply to the side. You wish he’d just make you cry. It makes you feel the rancid guilt all the more.

“Make Hyungmin your friend for all I care. Let’s stop this.”

You stare at your feet, unable to respond. 

“You can have every boy in the world, (name). Don’t come to me.”

“Can you just stop talking about everyone else?” you yell, desperate. “Do I talk about your exes? Seungjae or- or what’s-her-name—” 

“That’s different!” He looks distraught, breathing heavily and with a painful red flush over his nose and cheeks. He runs his hand through his hair, tousling it further. “You lied to me, (name). You lied.”

Your cheeks are wet and the look that flashes over Doyoung makes you think he wants to step right out to you. He stays frozen in place, however, looking away to the side.

“Did you notice?” he asks softly. “Even once? How much I cared?”

You can’t answer, letting the tears drip down your face. It’s getting colder and colder. 

Doyoung bites down his lip before parting them. “All we did was have sex anyway. So please just- just leave.”

You take a long few moments but nod, hugging your coat closer and stepping out of his apartment. You think you hear Ten’s footsteps but it’s followed by the bang of a door—this is how it ends then.

The line between hate and love is thin; and you are deserving of neither.

You perfect your next semester’s academics, and the next. It still feels empty. You go out to drink with friends and return to a messy bed you sleep in alone. You smile as always and you laugh as always. No one asks you how you are as always. You never needed anyone to ask you how you are.

Ten tries but you push him away. You don’t need to drag in other people into a mess you made. He feels sorry for the whole thing but you tell him it was you that spilled the paint, Ten just handed a dash of it to you.

You were right. You don’t deserve Doyoung. At least, you made it so that you don’t deserve him. 

‘It’s better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all’—it still hurts.

Every day is part of a list again. You doodled in some of the pages, when you thought you were starting to fall in love. There’s only a skeleton of it left now. Soon, you’ll let it crumble to dust too. 

You tear apart the planner sometime after graduation and cry and curse at yourself for doing that. No one’s good at parting with things they care about. You’re no exception.

It’s December again. 

This place is a little strange to visit right after graduating, especially with the memories flashing you by. Johnny said he booked one of the private booths (“A senior’s treat!”) but you feel your steps growing hesitant when you reach the neon signs by the stairs. It spells ‘The Meeting Place’ and smells of cigarettes just like it did the first time.

You stop midway up the stairs. For a moment, you think of Doyoung sitting there and wonder if you’ll ever be able to talk to him again. If you had the chance now, would you take it?

Of course, you wouldn’t. There’s too much to be set right and you can’t do it.

There’s supposed to be the six of you. Johnny mentioned Ten and you know Eunji’s invited too. You saw Jaehyun on the way here, still a student. You sigh. It must be him, the one they failed to mention to you. Kim Doyoung. There’s no one quite like him.

You spot him first. Looking a little forlorn as he gazes absentmindedly to the side, he faces away from you and you get the inevitable urge to run away. It’s a funny feeling. 

Your stomach is churning. You don’t want him to see you. Ten babbles on about something to Johnny, smiling like he found candy while clearing his drawers. Eunji looks tired, leaning against Johnny’s shoulder and you wonder if she already drank more than enough shots.

“(name).”

You jump at Jaehyun’s voice from behind you. 

“Hey,” you respond, giving him a wide smile.

He hesitates. “Are you okay? Not that you don’t look okay- you look really good actually. I mean, are you and… you know okay?”

“I don’t think so, Jaehyun,” you say and make your way to the booth.

It’s a little cramped for the six of you and Doyoung gets up before you can even greet him. It’s not like you deserve it anyway but it tugs at the wound.

“I’m going to go take a drag,” he mutters.

“You don’t smoke,” you say, looking up.

He stares at you momentarily and you look away. You think Ten and Johnny glance at you with pity but you don’t really care. 

 “Can I come with you?” you ask, barely a whisper.

“Sure,” he says, to your surprise.

The smoking area is so small, you’re surprised it’s even there. A glass structure overlooking the neighbourhood, there’s barely any light within. The only thing nice is how warm it’s in there. 

Doyoung lights his cigarette and then offers to light yours. It’s quiet, the music from inside numbed to the cold doors. You really can’t take it. You stub the barely consumed cigarette and throw it into the bin.

You’d rather just stay quietly in his presence.

“You’re not smoking,” he notes.

“It’s a bad habit.” You look out through the glass.

Doyoung chuckles. “You were a collection of bad habits.”

“And good ones too,” you quip. “I was a perfect student. I was perfect in most everything actually.”

Doyoung’s smile widens. “You were. You certainly were.”

A few more moments pass in silence, your eyes traveling over the outside scenery which seems to be growing duller by the second. City lights have never felt fainter.

“It was an accident, right?” You say suddenly. “The whole thing? Us?”

Doyoung hums. “Yeah. I fell in love by accident.”

You smile weakly. “Right. I never got to apologize.”

“I loved you on purpose.”

You look up at him. There’s not a lot of people who say what they mean. He looks the same as he used to under your grey blankets, with a warm blush over his cheeks and kind, wide eyes. 

“You’re so damn pretty,” he murmurs, “even now.”

You scan his face for signs of lying.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” you ask finally. 

Doyoung blinks before easing into laughter. “You- You’re- You’re the same as ever.”

You let yourself crack a smile.

“Doyoung I- I really am sorry,” you say quietly. “And I did- do care for you.”

Doyoung stubs out his cigarette and discards it before looking you in the eye. You notice he’s wearing his favourite black turtleneck in the proximity, the grey plaid coat covering most of it. You really liked that look on him.

“I’m sorry,” you say once again. “I want you to know that. I didn’t want to hurt you and I promise I won’t ever do it again.”

You mean it. You’re never going to hold glass again. He doesn’t deserve it.

“That’s a problem,” he responds, breath mingling with yours. “I want you… I want you to hurt me. If you really do love me, I’ll take it.”

“Doyoung,” you whisper, turning away despite your whole body screaming at you to give in. “I meant it. I can’t hurt you.”

Doyoung cups your cheek with one hand, glancing at your lips for a moment.

“You’re warm,” he says.

He’s warmer.

“I want to kiss you,” he says.

You want to kiss him too.

“We went about this all wrong, didn’t we?” he asks.

“We did,” you answer, voice barely above a whisper. “I did.”

Doyoung pulls back. “Then let’s start again. I’m Kim Doyoung, I majored in linguistics. I was student council president and I made a mistake.”

You smile. “We don’t have to do that.”

Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “After all the trouble I went through to make a good introduction?”

The two of you laugh, and it gets warmer. 

“I’m (name),” you say. “I was a top student and I made a bigger mistake, Kim Doyoung.”

“Oh? I wonder what it was.”

“Kind of a long story.”

“I’ve got all the time for you.”

You smile and start. He responds with gentle kisses. You’re piecing your world back together again; but this time it’s feather-light and fits right in the palm of your hand. 

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five times - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: A collection of the times Spencer says “I love you” without saying it, and the one time he actually does. Warnings: tooth rotting fluff Word Count: 2k, it’s a short one A/N: happy new year guys! since you wanted this to be fluffy, here it is! hope you enjoy! gif not mine.

Spencer didn't know what he had been expecting when Hotch had announced to the team that they would have young additions. He had assumed that the newcomer would be pretty serious so that he would be taken seriously, and that he would be very reserved at the beginning to get to know the team first and not offend anyone. But he definitely wasn't expecting you.

On your first day, you showed up to work in a knee-length summer dress and high Converse, which threw him off right from the start. While JJ and Emily always wore something office appropriate, you didn't seem to mind catching everyone's eye. With an infectious confidence and a big smile on your face, you introduced yourself to the others. While most of the team looked at you as if you were from another star - except for Penelope Garcia, of course, she was incredibly happy to finally know another colorful bird in the midst - Spencer liked that you stayed true to yourself. No matter what anyone else thought of you.

You went through life with an ease that was quite atypical of your profession. It almost reminded Spencer of Garcia, but only almost. You didn't have to look away when someone showed you photos of dead bodies. He sometimes caught himself worrying that the job would eventually take away your cheerfulness.

"'DO NOT TOUCH' would probably be a really unsettling thing to read in braille“, you said as you sat in the bullpen. Your desk bordered his, so Spencer only had to look up from his files to give you an amused look.

"Where did you come up with that?", he asked, a smile curling his lips.

You shrugged before looking at him. "I don't know. But it would be pretty disturbing, wouldn't it? How fortunate that it can't happen to me."

Spencer tilted his head. "Because you're not blind?"

"Because I can't read braille“, you replied with a grin, and he laughed out loud, drawing everyone's attention. Spencer smiled briefly at them and motioned for them to turn back to their work so you could continue talking undisturbed.

He leaned a little in your direction before whispering to you.

"Your head must be a wonderful place to live in."

-

It was incredibly loud and the air was too stuffy to be able to grasp a clear thought. But maybe it was just the alcohol the bartender was pouring out like Penelope had certain nicknames regarding Derek. But it also seemed to be Garcia's goal to get the entire team drunk on her birthday. She had round after round coming to your booth, repeating "one of you is dancing on the table today" several times. You were sure it would be Penelope herself. Or JJ.

You were enjoying yourself with Emily on the dance floor of the club. You were incredibly warm, which was probably 75% due to the alcohol you had already drunk. You were wearing tight jeans and a backless, loose top, and yet your skin was so hot that the clothes almost stuck to you. At first you had worried that Emily and you were too different to become friends, but one day she showed up on your doorstep after an exhausting case and stayed all night. It had bonded you together.

In a quiet moment, you looked to the others and Derek raised an arm, signaling you were ready for the next round of shots. You grabbed Emily's arm and, singing, you squeezed through the crowd toward the table.

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends“, you sang, and you dropped into the empty seat next to Spencer, who looked at you with amusement. "Make it last forever, friendship never eeeend“, you sang on, leaning back in Spencer's direction without touching him. When he tried to put his arm around you to pull you close, you pushed him away. "I'm sweaty and sticky, Spence. I don't think you're into that."

But Spencer reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours before pulling you onto his lap. His breath brushed your face and you smelled the alcohol in it. "I don't care. I love touching you."

-

"There's a documentary about the formation of the universe and black holes in theaters tonight“, Spencer said. The team was on its way back from a case in Dallas, and while the others were resting or listening to music, you two were playing chess. Not that it was fair, but you liked the challenge and Spencer finally had someone to play with again. "I was wondering if you would like to join me. This case has been exhausting and I think we could use a distraction." He asked without looking up from the chessboard. His face turned glowing red, which you didn't notice because you were trying not to go checkmate in three moves.

You moved your queen before you looked at him. His shoulders were tense and he was breathing shallowly. Spencer bit the inside of his lower lip nervously. "I'd love to“, you smiled, and at your reply he seemed to visibly relax.

Spencer picked you up at home after you showered and got ready. You were wearing jeans and a loose sweater. Up until that point, Spencer had been sure you couldn't get any more beautiful, but when you hugged him with a sparkle in your eye and a warmth in your smile, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Origin of the universe and black holes?", you assured yourself as you stood outside the movie theater. Spencer nodded, his hands buried in his pants pockets. You smirked. "You have to promise me one thing, though."

"And that would be?", he asked as he paid for the tickets and put yours in your hand. You smiled at him.

"You have to promise me that you will tell me every one of your clever thought processes. I want to hear every comment you make, all right? Even if people around us complain."

It was the second time Spencer and you had done something together outside of work, and you enjoyed his company very much, which of course was partly because you'd had a crush on him ever since he'd once explained something to you about his case that you hadn't understood. Spencer had explained it to you as well as he could, and when you thanked him afterwards, he didn't know what hit him. No one cared about his clever anecdotes or explanations, and the fact that you had even thanked him for it made his heart beat faster. Just as it did now.

Spencer looked at you, pleased. "We're the only ones at the movies, Y/N. No one's going to complain."

"Then you can explain everything I don't understand at your leisure."

You entered the movie theater and took your seats. He handed you the packet of popcorn. "You are my partner in crime. You are my favorite person."

-

"The exhibit was very interesting“, you said as you left the museum. It hadn't been your first visit, but visiting it with Spencer was a very different experience. You liked that he had something to say about most of the exhibits. "Thank you for being here with me."

Spencer smiled down at you. "Well, actually, I asked you to go here with me. So I have to say thank you."

"But I wouldn't have been here tonight if you hadn't asked me. So, thanks for that."

Your apartment wasn't far away, and with each step you hoped the evening wouldn't end just yet. As you stood in front of your apartment complex, Spencer nervously stepped from one foot to the other. "I had a really nice evening“, he confessed.

"Me too." If you didn't want the evening to end now, you had to take the plunge. "I'd never been on a date to a museum before."

Spencer's eyes widened and for a moment you feared you had misinterpreted everything. The looks, the stories and the touches. But Spencer stopped your train of thought. "Neither have I. Well, I had been to a museum before, of course, but it had never been dates, and I'm glad I was there with you“, he babbled, blushing, which made you smile. You liked that you could read his feelings from his face. "Um, maybe we can meet again tomorrow? For dinner? If that's not too much for you?"

You didn't answer him, but put your arms around his neck and gently pulled him down to you. In his face you searched for signs that he didn't want this, and when you couldn't find any, you gently placed your lips on his.

At first he didn't return the kiss, which you attributed to his surprise. He stiffened and it took a moment for the synapses in his brain to realize what exactly was happening. You were kissing him. And you had kissed him first. When his mind started thinking again, his hands settled on your waist and he pulled you a little closer to him to deepen the kiss. When you broke away from each other, he had a gleam in his eyes.

"I recorded a short film about quantum physics that was on TV“, you whispered, opening your eyes while he kept his still closed. "If you like, you can come upstairs with me and we can watch it together."

The short movie played as background music while you sat on your couch and kissed until your lips were swollen and your lungs were gasping for air.When he broke away from you for a moment, all he could do was whisper.  "I'm addicted to you."

-

You had tried to keep your relationship a secret, and had failed miserably.

It had taken a psychopath, a hostage, and an explosion for you to fall into each other's arms and for Spencer to kiss you stormily in front of the team. His fingers dug into your skin and would surely leave bruises, but you didn't care. You had escaped the explosion by a hair and Spencer couldn't help but thank all the gods and pull you close to him as you stood in front of him.

"I thought you had been in the building“, he breathed as he gently pushed you off of him to look at you. "I thought I'd lost you."

A tear rolled down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Spence." He pressed another kiss to your mouth before someone cleared their throat. The team stood just a few steps away from you, watching you, which was pretty embarrassing. Except for Hotch, everyone looked pleased and delighted, but you also didn't miss Hotch pressing a bill into JJ's hand.

"That's why you didn't want to go on that blind date I set you up with“, Derek grinned, putting a brotherly arm around Spencer's shoulders. "Pretty boy has a girlfriend."

Nothing ever felt so good as sharing a bed with Spencer after that day. You were half on top of him, he had his arm wrapped around you, and your legs were tangled under the covers. His fingers stroked your bare back and yours danced across his chest. He took a deep breath.

"Are you all right?", you asked, looking at him.

He swallowed. "I know we haven't been together that long and it's probably way too soon, but I almost lost you today and I can't keep it to myself any longer." Gently, he pushed you off of him and propped himself up on his elbow so he had to look down at you. "You're not just my favorite person, Y/N. You inspire me every day and you complete me in every way. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." He put his hand to your cheek and you snuggled against his warm skin. "I love you, Y/N."

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A crafty MC making goodbye gifts for the demon bros (unromanced and romanced).

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I’m a huge crafter (knitter, crocheter, spinner, weaver, cross stitcher, etc)  and I’m currently knitting my husband a winter hat, so I started trying to figure out what a crafty MC would make the brothers as goodbye gifts when they go back to the human world.

Also, this got REALLY REALLY long.

Lucifer

(Unromanced)

This guy is hard to make stuff for. 

His aesthetic is VERY tight and leaves no room for mistakes

So a simple winter scarf, in business-black, is probably the way to go. 

Somewhat lux yarn, cashmere/silk or alpaca/silk, so it has a sheen

He travels to the human world sometimes, and Diavolo has winter themed events in Devildom sometimes, so a scarf isn’t totally impractical.

He would appreciate the amount of time you spent making it, even if he didn’t get a chance to wear it that often.

(Romanced)

Let’s get more personal, now. You still have the same problem with his aesthetic, and the fact that if you want to give him something ~~personal~~ he won’t be able to wear it openly. His pride says no.

He’s stern in public, but affectionate in private.

You knit a medium-sized decorative pillow cover for his bed, in his signature wine-red.

It’s simple and elegant and can sit on his bed like it’s something he picked up in a Hellhome Goods store, and only *he* knows it’s a private gift.

After swearing him to secrecy, you get Solomon to help you charm the pillow, so it never pills up or wears out, and it maintains your scent forever. (Actually, it’s fair to say you do this for all of the romanced gifts).

“I thought, you know, if I can’t be there with you every night, something of me can?”

Awkward MC is awkward.

He not only appreciates how much time went into the gift (who knows how busy you are better than Lucifer?) but that you spent that much time thinking about him.

Mr. Acts of Service over here. Every stitch is something you did *for him*

You assume he’ll just leave it on the bed, and maybe, if you’re lucky, it’ll help you be the last thing he thinks of at night and the first thing he thinks of in the morning. 

Maybe he’ll smile when he sees it, and some of his weariness will lift.

Oh, if only you knew.

Mr. “Stern In Public” wraps himself around the pillow every night. Well. Every time he manages to sleep. Which, let’s face it, isn’t every night. 

But when he DOES sleep, it’s with that pillow. If he can’t sleep wrapped around you, this will have to suffice.

Finds he doesn’t sleep well when he travels, because he refuses to bring the pillow with him.

If asked, he says it’s because it’s not important.

But he just doesn’t want to lose it.

It’s too important to him.

Mammon

(Unromanced)

You’ve seen this boy’s room.

You’re not spending hours and hours and tons of money making him something.

You love the guy, but you’ve seen how he takes care of his possessions.

Most of what he owns is chucked aside when the next new-shiny comes along.

You know he loves you to bits and he’ll be careful with whatever you give him.

But “careful” has a different definition for Mammon than for some of the others.

So you knit him a hat. A trendy, slightly-too-small hat in black with a small yellow stripe on the brim.

You can use some lux yarn because, for a single-skein project, investing in cashmere or mohair or something isn’t too awful.

It looks really great on him - the fluff of his white hair, the small yellow stripe, then the wash of black as contrast. It makes his eyes pop and his skin look even warmer.

He wears it to a shoot one day and the photographer loves it

Now everyone wants one

But he has the only one because it’s handmade

Suck it, losers!

The Avatar of Greed finally has something everyone else wants that no one else can get!

(Romanced)

Yeah, you’ve seen his room. You’ve practically lived in his room. But you know he’ll be careful with anything you give him because he loves you. 

It would break his heart to have to ask you to fix something you made for him.

You know he’s going to suffer when you leave

You want him to know that you’re always there, even if you’re not *there*

So you knit him a sweater

A big, oversized sweater out of super soft chunky wool with tons of texture.

You finish it early so you can wear it around your room for a few weeks. On the rare nights you sleep alone, you sleep in it.

Again, get Solomon to enchant it.

Now it smells like you.

You wouldn’t notice, but a demon’s sense of smell is far stronger.

“I know it’s not, like, fashionable or anything. But it’s comfy and it can be…..a portable hug?”

His face turns red and he winds up stammering. Obviously. So he puts it on to avoid having to look at you.

Chucks it on over his tshirt. He immediately pulls the neckband back up over his face to take a deep inhale from the fabric.

He looks really cute in it

(He looks really cute in anything, let’s face it)

Might start crying.

Hug him pls.

Any night he feels lonely (which is most nights) he wears this sweater. Falls asleep in it half the time.

It really is like a hug, and the boy needs all the hugs he can get.

Leviathan

(Unromanced)

Out of all the brothers, Levi is the one who will appreciate STUFF. No matter what you make for him, he’ll love it. 

It’s limited edition! No one else has anything like this!

So this boy is getting crocheted plushies.

(They’re called amigurumi, and he’ll appreciate knowing that)

You make a mobile for his room

Hanging from it are little plushies of all his favorite sea creatures

Henry 2.0 is the biggest

But there’s a few jellyfish

A whale

You had to completely invent a pattern for a kraken, and it came out okay!

You had some extra yarn, so you made a few extra jellyfish

They get suction cups. 

Now he has jellyfish in his tanks and outside his tanks

Spends the next hour rigging up the mobile over his tub so he can see them before he goes to sleep and remember how much his true friend cares about him.

(Romanced)

This took….time to make.

You had to basically invent two patterns from scratch

There was a LOT of frogging.

And swearing.

When Levi opens the box and pulls aside the tissue paper, there’s two crocheted figures

One of each of you

(The one of you may or may not be dressed as Ruri-Chan)

“You made these…..for me?”

Tell him you made ONE of them for him. You take the one of him and hug it, “This one comes with me. So I’ve still got you.”

(Don’t let him cry!)

(Too late)

Then you show him the best part - each figure has a magnet in one hand.

When they get close to each other, the magnets snap together and the figures hold hands :)

Even though the two amigurumi will be in two separate realms, those magnets will want to find their partner.

Levi is floored - this is just like something out of an anime! Like two halves of a locket or something!

He can’t even find words. Possibly not for the next hour or two.

But he makes the cutest little squeaks and the verbal equivalent of keysmashes.

Like Lucifer, he sleeps with your gift. But he also carries it around his room. It has pride of place on his desk, and he purchases a stand so you can sit with him while he games or does his online schooling.

He talks to it like he would talk to you, especially on busy days when you can’t actually talk to him on the D.D.D.

It eases the feeling that you left Devildom and forgot about him. Eases - just a little - the jealousy of every human in your world who gets to talk to you. Because none of THEM have a handmade you. Just him.

Satan

(Unromanced)

This guy is either the easiest one to make for, or the hardest.

Like, you could make him a stuffed kitty. Or knit him a tie. But he’s not a super sentimental guy (unless romanced) and, in the end, that’s just stuff. His room is FULL of stuff.

Soooooo, you take out your sewing skills and sew him a traditional Sherlock hat - the deerstalker one, the one that never was actually in the books, but is still associated with the character.

The most straightforward of the brothers, Satan is indeed touched that you spent so long making something for him and he tells you so.

Insists he’ll wear it when solving mysteries.

You laugh, but he actually does wear the hat when reading mysteries now. 

It reminds him of the trip to London - how he got to solve an actual mystery, save his brother, and see the sites with his friend.

(Romanced)

YouTube made it look so easy.

It’s just paper, right? Paper and thread and a needle. You can sew clothes and stuffed animals. How hard can it be to sew together pages to make a book?

Oh, my sweet summer child.

You considered actually pulping and making your own paper, but after the seventh ruined batch of signatures you’re grateful you talked yourself out of that one.

You also considered an actual leather binding, but go for boards and a more simple Japanese sewing technique. 

This project is the perfect thing to give to Satan - not just because it’s a book, but because making it is causing you SO MUCH RAGE.

Who needs firewood when you have the ruined attempts of your gift?

You may have thrown various attempts on the floor and stomped on them before chucking them in the fire.

It takes weeks but you finally get the book together. Now the REAL work can begin.

Every book the two of you read together. Every book you discussed. Every book you recommended to him. Every single one gets a page - a title, a date, and a discussion of your discussion of the book.

The book itself becomes a tour through your growing relationship.

While not as stern as Lucifer in public, Satan is also definitely fond in private - he’s completely unsurprised to receive a book as a present, but once he begins leafing through it, the semi-smug smile vanishes.

He looks shocked, and his hold on the book gentles.

His fingers run down the page, tracing your handwriting on a page particularly precious to him.

Speechless for a few minutes, he finally returns with only “I love it.”

Said so softly and sincerely that you can’t doubt his sincerity.

There are blank pages at the end and he begins to use them to document newer books he’s reading - ones he wants to discuss with you later.

Asmodeus

(Unromanced)

Good luck keeping your gift a secret!

Asmo loves craft and crafty things, so he’s always curious about what you’re making and fascinated with the process.

Probably helps with suggestions for the others, especially for a romanced brother (although WHAT you see in them is beyond him, after all, what can THEY have that Asmo doesn’t?)

Because he seems to pop up out of nowhere, he’s already seen his gift a few times. Thankfully, he thinks you’re making it for yourself.

Bonus, he’s whiny and jealous about it, and obviously wants it for himself. So, score. You know he’ll like it.

It seems simple; a pair of fingerless gloves in his signature hot pink. But the yarn is mohair lace (you’ve cursed at it many, many times for tangling on you) held double with merino/silk black yarn.

The gloves are lacy and airy, sensual and soft. They feel wonderful to wear, and look great with a majority of his outfits. 

He absolutely squeals and hugs you when he opens up the gift - the gift he was so jealous of! Of COURSE you were making it for him this whole time!

Wears them constantly. His Devilgram pics start having a lot of “what am I holding?” themes. Cups of coffee or hot chocolate. Someone else’s hand. A ticket for an absolutely fabulous play. And a LOT of peace signs and finger-hearts  :)

(Romanced) 

This one requires the cooperation - willing or not - of everyone in the house.

You start with your DDD. That’s easy enough.

Since you’ll need Sol’s help anyway, it’s easy enough to plunder the pictures on his phone, too.

The rest of the brothers you get, one by one. Belphie’s you steal while he’s sleeping, although you found nothing useful on it. Beel just lets you borrow his phone. You ask to borrow Mammon’s while he’s gambling and he doesn’t notice that it takes you an hour to give it back. Satan - the real photographer - must be taken into your confidence - you might need his help later anyway. But he’s particularly close to Asmo, and knows how to keep his mouth shut.

You stalk Lucifer for a few weeks. You ask Satan for advice. You consider asking Diavolo to just order Lucifer to hand over his phone.

Finally you just ask him for it.

Getting a hold of Asmo’s phone is the hardest bit. You have to wait until he’s deep in a spa day, hanging around in his tub with both a sheet mask AND cucumber slices.

Then you make off with his phone. And go through the photos.

His wonderful Devilgram-worthy pictures you ignore. You start looking for the ones that he rejected, but kept. The one where both of you cracked up laughing right before the photo snapped. The one where he dropped his hot chocolate and then stole yours.

The two of you in clay face masks and toe spacers? Yep. The one you took of him with super-wide eyes as he put on mascara? Definitely. Selfies of you two surrounded by his brothers, by Sol, by Simeon, even a few with Luke.

The one Satan took of the two of you dancing at one of Diavolo’s balls, so lost in each other that the rest of the ball might as well not exist? Of course.

You combine them with the ones taken by everyone else in the house.

Culling them for the best takes weeks. Because you don’t just want the ~~prettiest~~ pictures or the ones designed for social media.

You pick the ones with emotional meaning, ones of important events, but mostly you choose pictures of genuine laughter and affection. Ones that show how much the two of you love each other, and how much true friendship exists in the house. 

How much he’s not alone, and how much he is loved. How much the people around him appreciate him.

With Satan and Solomon, you gather and enchant a simple glass cube.

It displays these photos, gently lit up, like the digital picture frames in the human world.

“I want you to remember me,” you say quietly. “I want you to remember how much fun we’ve had, and how much I love you for you.”

Not gonna lie, Asmo cries.

The cube moves around his rooms depending on where he is - it’s by his tub if he’s taking a bath. It’s on his vanity when he’s putting on  his makeup. He credits it with helping his relaxation and makeup game.

It’s always on a nightstand by his bed before he goes to sleep. Sometimes he just lays on his back, puts the cube on his stomach, and watches memories float through it.

What you wanted - for him to remember that he’s loved for more than his sexual prowess - comes true. The pictures remind him of the life he has outside of a bedroom.

He starts spending more time with his brothers. He starts taking more pictures.

His followers appreciate the diversification in his content :)

He appreciates how much you love getting texts of those photos - the not-social-media-ready ones, but the REAL ones.

Beelzebub

(Unromanced)

I mean, you could just bake the guy a dozen cakes.

But then he’d eat them and they’d be gone.

And you can’t make him anything that looks like food, because he’d eat it.

You’ve finished your gifts for half of the brothers before you even figure out what to make for him.

And then it comes to you…..socks.

He’ll use them.

He won’t eat them.

They’re not the most interesting gift, but you’re running out of time.

You actually manage to find a pattern covered with colorwork triangles that mimic his usual shirt.

You get Satan to charm them for you - the problem with handmade socks is that they wear out FAST. Not anymore!

Beel LOVES them.

(To be fair, he’d probably love anything you gave him)

Once he knows they won’t wear out, they become his Game Socks.

Like most athletes, he becomes superstitiously obsessed with the socks, wearing them for absolutely every game he plays.

Is convinced they help him win.

(Romanced)

You encounter basically the same problem as above - what on earth to make him?

You want something that reminds him how much you love him, and it absolutely can’t be anything he could even be tempted to eat, because he’d never forgive himself.

You try a number of times to build a small tapestry loom, but that skill seems to be beyond you.

Finally you have to beg Lucifer to pick one up for you in the human world.

Once you get it, you’re off and running.

Now, just because things can’t look like food doesn’t mean it can’t be inspired by it.

Red yarn, the exact juicy red of an apple - but here, just an abstract circle. Mixes of pale cream, yellow, and red in a triangle - an abstract pizza slice. 

Those cookies Barbatos makes? There. The broccoli-cheddar soup you learned to make for her? Now just an orange blob with tiny green squiggles. And on, and on. 

And buried, scattered throughout, little woven hearts.

The hearts are made of slightly different yarn, puffier and thicker, so they stand out just a little bit.

In the end, you have a decent-sized wall hanging, full of texture and shapes that are just reminiscent enough of food to bring a smile to Beel’s face, but not enough to actually be worth eating.

He passes the hanging every day, and every day he brushes his fingers over the yarn or through the fringe; a physical reminder of you.

Belphegor

(Unromanced)

This guy is probably the easiest one to make things for.

Is it soft? Is it cuddly? Can he use it as a pillow? Can he snuggle it like a stuffed animal? 

Click “yes” on any of those questions, and you have a happy - well, a slightly less annoyed - Belphie.

Which is why you take this as a challenge. The easy answer - a pillow - is BORING. And the other easy answer - a blanket - would take WAY too much time.

So, like Levi, he gets a plushie.

But not just any plushie.

He gets a plushie of Lucifer.

Lucifer…..on a pastel unicorn.

Belphie starts cackling the moment he opens it, which is fair, because you laughed a fair bit designing and making it.

He starts leaving it where Lucifer can find it, then saying that the elder can’t do anything about it, because MC made it and there’s no way he’d want to harm anything made by MC.

Satan tries to steal it.

In the end, an “anonymous” Devilgram is created, dedicated to the “adventures” of this particular plushie.

It’s all fun and games until Diavolo wants one.

(Romanced)

Well, for your boyfriend, the time and effort involved in making a blanket is just fine.

You debate endlessly - comprehensive color scheme? Granny squares or stripes? How heavy?

You go with your gut instinct - this isn’t a boy who cares about color schemes or blanket styles.

(Just look at his clothes, seriously.)

He cares about one thing - comfort.

You find the softest, smushiest yarn you can, and a pattern you can tolerate working on for like 100 hours.

You go old-school; a granny square blanket like the ones that pretty much every person had thrown over the couch in the 70s and 80s. The perfect nap blanket.

Black… mostly black, with some bright accent colors. Kind of obnoxious accent colors, actually. You figure it’ll appeal to his (dubious) sense of humor. Also it’ll piss Lucifer off seeing it around the house, clashing with literally everything in the oh-so-perfectly-decorated Gothic interior.

This one requires….special enchantment.

A little bit of ritual, and that blanket will fold up into a tiny square; easy to carry from place to place.

Belphie is torn between wanting to carry it around everywhere, like his pillow, and to leave it in the attic room, always waiting for him.

Depending on his mood, he’ll do one or the other.

But no matter what, he also sleeps juuuust a little bit better under it, snuggled up under your love.

You make him the Lucifer plushie, too. It’s too funny not to :)

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A Little Childish

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF

Summary: Corpse and Y/N go to visit Y/N’s parents for New Year’s. Corpse was promised good food, good company and A LOT of snow. Needless to say, the place didn’t disappoint - quite the contrary actually, it exceeded any and all expectations he had.

Requested by @waterflowersposts Hi there! Sorry for how long it took for this fic to be written :( I hope the final result makes up for the long wait! I also thought it would be appropriate to post it during the holiday season, so I hope you don’t mind. Hope you enjoy the read and I’m looking forward to hearing your feedback and any more requests you may have. Stay safe! Happy Holidays! Love, Vy ❤

I watch as Corpse is basically floating from one room into another in our shared apartment as he’s throwing random articles of clothing in his open suitcase. I have already packed my bags, knowing full well what the appropriate attire is for where we’re going.

I look away from my laptop when Corpse comes in for maybe the sixtieth time today, this time carrying a white tee causing me to chuckle. “Corpse, I know it’s very trademark for you, but the only way you’ll be wearing that when we get there is under a sweater for some extra warmth. I’m not looking forward to having my boyfriend freeze in my parent’s house.”

He smiles, looking at the shirt in his hands, and shakes his head, “Fine, guess I’ll do without it for a week or two.” He throws it in our room, not even bothering to check where it’ll land before he comes to sit down next to me on the couch, “Keep in mind, you have set my expectations pretty high up there. If I am not waist deep in snow the second we step off the plane, I’ll be disappointed.”

I give him a side glance, a smirk playing on my lips. Must say, taking on challenges you know you’re gonna win is the ultimate high-and-mighty feeling. “Honey, you’ve got a big snowstorm coming.”

                                                               *  *  *

All throughout our trip - I’m talking the drive to the airport AND the flight over - I have kept my eyes glued to Corpse, observing as his eyes sparkled more and more with each foot we got closer to our destination. He has told me the most snow he has seen was less than an inch and I immediately felt it was my duty to change that by introducing him to the magic of Canada - my home. My parents own a getaway cottage in the mountains of Calgary where we used to go every holiday season. My earliest memory is playing in the thigh-deep snow with my older sister and crying whenever our parents had to drag us back inside. 

The West Coast of the US was a rather odd surrounding for me, having grown up surrounded by snowy mountains, experiencing Christmas with no snow whatsoever was a true let down and underwhelming feeling. Since Corpse and I started dating about a month after Christmas time last year this will be our first time spending the holidays together and Corpse was more than enthusiastic to visit Canada when I mentioned how much I enjoyed my winters there. We couldn’t go for Christmas, but we’ll be there for New Year’s Eve and the first two weeks of 2021 and I am really excited. I have been dying to see my family that has actually expanded since the last time I visited - my sister has had yet another baby, making her and her husband parents of three very energetic toddlers. The six year old twins - Ashley and Alex - and the three year old Andrew. Or, as I like to call them: The 3 As.

I have warned Corpse about them like seven times despite the fact that he’s already familiar with their energy, convincing him that if that’s more than he can handle we’ve still got time to cancel the trip. He didn’t bat an eye though, each time telling me not to worry and focus my attention on reliving the moments I’ve missed so greatly instead of making sure he was having a good time.

“If you’re there...“ he said, “I’ll sure as hell be having a good time.“

One step out of the airport and he’s already mesmerized. His eyes are shiny reflecting the glow of the snow all around. It’s gonna be funny to see his reaction when he witnesses the real deal - the snow in the mountains. This compared to that is a pathetic excuse.

“I know it’s not waist-high, but that’s because they shovel it and melt it.“ He is looking around, not paying much mind to my words. The utter amazement and disbelief on his face just makes me want to wrap my arms around him and kiss him. He’s simply adorable! I see fragments of the child in him swimming up to the surface in the form of temptation - temptation every kid feels when they see snow: Dive in and lose track of time. “Wait till we get to the cottage.“

This manages to catch his attention, “You weren’t kidding.“

I laugh at my precious kiddy boyfriend. “Whoa there, Corpsie. If your mind is already blown, I’m worried about how you’ll react to the real deal.“ 

I have a feeling I know exactly how he’ll react cause I react similarly - I set the child in me free. After all, no parent can tell you to stop playing and go inside when you are a 23-year-old.

                                                             *  *  *

Walking up to the cottage from the cable-car station has to be the first time I’ve breathed with my lungs’ full capacity in the last five years. The sharp cold air screams ‘home’ to me like nothing else ever did. I am still surprised as to how my sister prefers summer. My family jokes I’m a winter wolf in disguise and I think they’re right. I do like to roll around in the snow much like a wolf. No judgement! Having a few extra years added to my age doesn’t change everything.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.“ If I could take a shot every time Corpse has repeated this phrase I’d be dead due to liver failure. He is absolutely stunned. And I’m pretty sure he hasn’t blinked at all. Who am I to talk - I haven’t either. These mountains keep getting prettier and prettier, I swear. Taking my eyes off them would be a crime.

“Told you. I wish we made a bet, I could’ve made some easy money.“ I tease him, gently bumping my elbow against his as we walk up the trail.

“I’m glad I didn’t propose such a thing. That would’ve been fucking stupid of me.“ Judging by the tone of his voice, he is not really present in this conversation, so I decide not to let it go on any longer.

Not that I could’ve done differently, seeing as how barely three seconds latter I see three smiling faces coming at me at max speed.

Oh boy.

“Auntie Y/N!“ Ashley and Alex arrive first of course, wrapping their arms tightly around my waist. Little Andrew stumbles his way to me as quickly as a three year old possibly could.

Without wasting a second, I put my bags down and crouch so I can hug them properly. “Hi my babies! I haven’t seen you in so long.” Their hugging strength surprises me and warms my heart at the same time. The twins pull away, leaving room for the little duckling in a jacket two times his size and weight. “Hi Andrew! I nice to meet you! I’m auntie Y/N. Mommy and daddy have told you about me, haven’t they? If not I’ll kick their asses.”

“Y/N, I swear, I’ll tell Amy you’re teaching her kids swears at a very early age.“ Corpse says teasingly, stealing the attention from all four of us.

“She curses like a sailor, these kids probably know more swear words than I do.“ Ash and Alex run straight out of my grasp and to Corpse, proceeding to hug him around the waist as they did with me. They met Corpse when my sister and her husband Finn visited me back in the summer. They immediately fell in love with him. I specifically remember Alex telling me I have a ‘really cool boyfriend‘ and he only uses the word ‘cool‘ when he really likes something or someone. Corpse was honorably declared cool by Alex and that still warms my heart till this day.

“Hi guys, long time no see!“ He too crouches down to hug the little demons that immediately cling to him like koalas.

I scoop up the bundle of clothes with a face and stand up, balancing him on my hip. “Let’s attempt to get inside, shall we?” With my unoccupied arm I grab the handle of my suitcase.

Corpse nods and follows my lead, picking up the bags he also left in the snow. Ash and Alex bolt it back to the house while we struggle to follow, lowkey embarrassed by the pace we’re walking with.

Andrew struggles against me, reaching out towards Corpse. I look at them both apologetically. “You’ll meet Corpse when we get inside, darling. Chill out.”

“Y/N!“ My sister’s voice steals my attention. She emerges from the house, followed by the twins, a huge smile on her face. Her eyes land on Andrew who has calmed down is now resting his head on my shoulder sleepily, “Oh I’m so sorry about them, Y/N. I didn’t know they would charge at you the second you stepped foot on the property.“

Amy motions for me to give her her son but I hand her my suitcase instead. When she takes it I use my now freed arm to hug her as tightly as I possibly can with one arm and while balancing a baby on my chest. “It’s ok! I couldn’t have dreamed of a better welcoming.” I release, giving her a big smile.

She loses interest in me and goes to hug Corpse, taking a bag from him as well before giving him a hug. “Oh my God, Corpse, it feels like it’s been forever. I’m so glad to see you.”

“Happy to see you too, Amy.“ My sister has never liked a single guy I’ve dated. EVER. Corpse is the only one she warmed up to and that’s a huge deal to me. Corpse’s happiness when I told him that was something I’d pay to have filmed just so I can watch it every time I’m feeling down.

“Let’s get you both inside, you must be freez-“ She cuts herself off, rolling her eyes at me, “Of course, you’re not.“

I laugh and blow her a kiss as we keep carrying onward.

“Um, guys?“ Corpse’s voice makes me pause and turn around. He’s still standing in the same spot, looking- unsettled, I guess you could call it.

“What’s wrong?“ I walk over to him, taking his hand in mine.

His hand automatically gives mine a reassuring squeeze, “Nothing really, it’s just that...I’m meeting your parents for the first time and-...What if they don’t like me?”

I open my mouth to go off and start stating the obvious that they indeed won’t like him. They will LOVE him. It’s impossible not to love this man! But my sister beats me to it when it comes to stating the facts.

“Look, Corpse, they already love you. Heck, sometimes I feel like they have known Finn and you longer than they have known Y/N and I! They speak so highly of you and haven’t even met you - that should tell you more than enough about how they see you.“ She waves her hand towards the cottage, “Now walk in there and blow them away.“

Honestly, I’m glad Amy beat me to it. I couldn’t have said it better myself. 

And just like that, hand in hand, Andrew still in my other arm, we walk in.

                                                             *  *  *

Corpse is officially the main attraction, stealing the spotlight from Amy, Finn and I - something the three of us are incredibly thankful for. Amy was right with every word she said - my parents are absolutely in love with Corpse. Luckily for Finn and Amy, the 3 As are all over him as well. Especially Andrew. The second someone sets him down he just waddles his way over to Corpse who picks him up and settles him in his lap while he answers my parents’ questions. 

When the kids were finally talked into taking a nap, Corpse and I snuck out to have a little walk in the snow and, of course, take some pictures. I made it my personal goal to make as many artsy and aesthetic photos of him as possible. His favorite - a hand only pic of him holding a snowball - was my idea and I think I have never felt prouder of myself.

“I am definitely posting this one.“ He says, turning the phone so I can see the screen. I give it a quick glance, thinking he’s talking about the hand pic but do a double take when I realize it’s a picture of me that he has taken without my knowledge.

I actually look rather decent, so I give him a green light in the form of a big thumbs up, “As long as you post the hand one too.”

“Hey, Y/N!“ We look back at the house which isn’t far from where we are right now. Amy is hugging the jacket tightly around herself as she approaches us with fast steps. “You know where we haven’t been in like forever?“

I raise an eyebrow and shake my head as I rack through my brain trying to dig up what she’s referring to. It could literally be any place on this mountain!

“Hello! The Waterless Lake? Ring any bells?“

Oh...it sure does.

Brief explanation: it is a huge circular dip in the ground which fills with water when the snow melts and becomes a lake but empties by the time winter comes back around. That being said, when the snow is still not melted, it’s an absolute wonderland to play in. I suddenly remember all the barrel-rolling Amy and I did there as kids and feel really nostalgic.

“Oh God, yes! I miss that place!“ I say, snapping out of my reminiscing trance. “Let’s go while it’s still light enough.”

“Finn is making dinner right now, or trying to at least.“ She rolls her eyes, turning to Corpse, “But it’d be our pleasure if you tagged along, Corpse.“

Corpse shakes his head, “I’ll politely decline. You ladies can reminisce and chat in peace, while I’ll be helping Finn in the kitchen.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips before excusing himself, “Have fun!”

“You too!“ We call back to him in unison.

Amy gives me an amazed, wide-eyed look, “He can cook?”

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, smirking, “Oh, you have no idea.”

She laughs, linking arms with me as we begin walking our way to the Waterless Lake. The place probably has a different name or no name at all, but we named it that as kids and never told our parents where it was. It’s our spot, and it is very surprising Amy offered Corpse to accompany us there.

“Sis, you are very lucky. I hope you know that.“ She tightens the hold on my arm with hers, pulling us closer together.

“I tell myself that every time I look at him, Aims. I am fully aware.“ I say dreamily, recalling all the times I’ve spent with Corpse. Almost one full year and I could never imagine that year, nor the upcoming ones, without him.

                                                                *  *  *

Upon returning, we’re met with the most wholesome scene I have ever seen - Corpse and Finn are making snowmen with the 3 As. It seems like they’ve been at it for a while, considering there is an army of snowmen of different designs, shapes and sizes all at different spots throughout the perimeter of the clearing in front of the house.

“Oh dear Lord.“ Amy mumbles, “I had a feeling this would happen.“

The five snowman-builders don’t even acknowledge our presence when we approach them. Ashley and Alex are running around with Finn, looking for sticks to use as the snowmen’s limbs while Corpse is helping Andrew gather as much snow as possible for the body.

I don’t realize there’s a huge smile on my face up until the point I’m trying to say something. Nothing comes out, though. My words are being muffled by all the overwhelming emotions that have taken over - collapsing my senses. 

With a roll of her eyes, my sister opens the front door, taking a step into the house. The second the door opens, however, I get a whiff of the delicious smell coming from inside. Best guess, and probably the right one - this is Corpse’s doing. 

If I wasn’t already hungry, I sure as hell am now and I’m in no mood to be in that delicious food’s proximity without attacking it. 

“Come on, guys! Dinner time! Get your butts inside!“ I call out to them from the doorway.

Corpse turns to look at me with the sneakiest smirk I have ever seen. He narrows his eyes at me, “You have done the very thing you despise!”

It takes me approximately three seconds to connect the dots and scrunch up my face, picking up all the snow I can an forming it in a snow ball, throwing it at Corpse. Growing up doing this exact thing has given me great aim, therefore I hit Corpse square in the chest.

“Oh you’re so in for it now.“ He laughs, picking up snow to form his own snowball.

“Snowball fight!“ Ashley yells, ditching the sticks to make a snowball for herself.

“Oh no...“ I poke my head in the hallway just as a snowball hits my upper arm, “Aims, I need your help!“ 

Before Amy can respond, I run to take cover behind the nearest snowman that, luckily for me happens to be one of the larger ones. I hear Amy call out my name when she exits the house, followed by a surprised yelp from her when three snowballs hit her. “You are all dead!”

While she is fighting blood and fire (well, water really), I am making ammunition for us both to use. I’m on my eleventh snowball when snow showers me from above as though it has fallen from a tree branch.

“Hiding, I see.“ I am still in shock, hair and upper body covered in snow, when I hear Corpse’s taunting voice.

My vengeance instinct kicks in having me grab two snowballs and turn to throw them at him. To my dismay, he’s faster then me and doesn’t allow me to even get my arm at an angle where I could throw properly. Instead, he turns me back around and picks me up with ease, one arm wrapped around my waist, another grabbing two of my prepared snowballs from the ground.

“Let’s show them who the bosses are.“ I see him wink at me from the corner of my eye and it takes me little to no time to catch onto what he’s insinuating.

In short, with joined forces, we took out the opposite team in no time - like a true couple 😉

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[deadbiwrites]

hey, for the ask thing, can you do #9 under random: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

This one was so fun!!

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Kara doesn’t drink, usually.

It’s not like, a thing, that she doesn’t drink. Some sort of moral or religious blah blah whatever, it’s just that she… doesn’t.

So when she’s dragged out to the bar for Nia’s 21st birthday, she expects it to be more of the same- her friends will get drunk, Brainy will dominate at the trivia game that’ll inevitably be crawling across a screen at the bar, Nia will flirt with Brainy, Alex will stare and sigh at Sam all night, James and Mike will inevitably get at each other’s throats (how they manage to play on the same team without killing each other, Kara will never know), Mike will flirt with her and be hurt when she shoots him down, James will pull out his camera and take candids that Alex will doubtlessly demand to see and then delete immediately, and Kara will eventually wrangle them all into her minivan and drive them back to campus.

A typical Thirsty Thursday with her closest friends (and also Mike, for some reason).

Except that tonight, instead of Al’s, the dive they usually flock to, they’re at some martini bar downtown. And though the reasoning makes sense (Nia can’t really openly celebrate her 21st at the bar she’s been frequenting for the past 2 years with a fake ID), and it is her birthday and she wants to go someplace-

“Swanky,” Alex murmurs as Sam lets out a low whistle behind them.

This is barely a bar, it more closely resembles a set from a 30’s noir movie, with the large chandeliers dripping crystal overhead and the rich, polished wooden floor underfoot. For crying out loud, there’s a live jazz band- not a quartet, a full band- across what is clearly a dance floor, and the waiters and waitresses are all dressed in vests and ties (and not the cheap kind Kara had to wear for the week she worked at the catering company).

In short, it’s gorgeous, and glamorous, and she’s infinitely glad she’d asked Nia what she should wear because her usual jeans-and-a-sweater combo surely wouldn’t fly here, but the suit she wore to her cousin’s wedding this past summer definitely does.

They’re greeted by a friendly but slightly harangued-looking hostess, who quickly ushers their group to a large booth in the corner. Each of them peruses the drink menu, and quickly realize that they have no idea what any of the cocktails listed actually are.

"Yeah, great, this is- I love doing a Google search to get drunk," Alex grumbles sarcastically as she scrolls through her phone, pulling a face at something or other. "How many of these have absinthe in them? Jesus."

Kara laughs. "What, no green fairies for you tonight?"

"It was one time!"

"Aw, we still like you even though you're afraid of the mean, scary alcohol," Sam coos at Alex, smile tinged with an edge of teasing and Alex melts like so much wax before a flame.

Ridiculous. 

"Make out already," Nia jeers. When they both flip her off she turns to Kara, seemingly confused. "That was a legitimate suggestion, though?"

"I know. One day," Kara hums, throwing her arm around Nia’s shoulder and pulling her into a half-hug.

Their waiter appears, smooth and charming and managing to get Winn firmly under his spell in a matter of seconds. But in Winn's defense, he has a perfect smile, great hair, and a British accent.

Poor boy never stood a chance against all that. They each place their orders for a fancy drink, and when the waiter, Jack, turns his attention to Kara, Alex interrupts with, "She wants a Potion D'Amour."

"Oh, a love potion," he muses, smiling at Kara. His eyes catch on something and his smile widens. "I know just the lady to make it for you. Back in a tick."

And he's off before Kara can protest. Resigned, she turns to her sister. "Why?"

Alex rolls her eyes fondly. "Just take a sip. If you don't like it, one of us will finish it for you.”

“Fine, fine.”

--

So, as it turns out, Kara likes the love potion. A lot.

“It tastes like berries,” Kara marvels.

“We know, Kara, you told us when you were drinking the last one,” Alex chuckles.

“And the one before that,” Nia adds.

“You guys are so nice. I love you all so much.”

“Well at least she’s a happy drunk,” James chuckles.

“‘m not drunk,” Kara insists. “‘m always happy, ya butts.”

“Sure Kar, and the sky is red.”

Kara frowns as her friends all laugh. “Rude. Who wants another one?”

They all raise a hand, and Kara moves off in the general direction of the bar.

Or, well, she does her best.

“Hey there! Did you need something, luv?”

It’s Jack-the-waiter, looking at her with some bemusement.

“Yeah! Hi, sorry. Um, they all want more drinks, and I just, um…”

“Needed a break?”

She slumps in relief. “Yeah. Is that bad? Like, I love them and all, but I think I’m kinda drunk and they’re… a lot.”

Jack chuckles. “Trust me, I understand. If you want a minute of quiet, there’s a stool on the end of the bar that no one ever sits in. Got your name on it.”

“Thanks! You’re a very good waiter. Hey, d’you have any drink recommendations? Maybe one a little, um… lighter?”

“‘Course I do luv. Really fancy, too. C’mere, I’ll tell ya,” Jack says, motioning her close. When Kara is a few inches away, he tells her the secret. “It’s called ‘coffee’.”

Kara laughs as he winks and moves away to another table. She spots the empty barstool he’d mentioned and ambles over, dropping into it with a sigh. From here, she has a view of approximately nothing, given its location behind a pillar, and she leans back against the wall, the cool wood paneling chilly even through her jacket and shirt. 

“Long night?”

Kara’s eyes flutter open (when did they close? Maybe she is drunk…) and across from her is quite probably the most beautiful person she’s ever seen in her life.

“Wow.”

The girl smirks, quirking a brow upward. “You okay there?”

“Yeah. I um, I think I just had too many love potions.”

“Oh, so it was you ordering those,” the pretty, pretty girl drawls. “They’re a pain in the ass to make, you know. Mostly the garnish, but still, I’m tempted to be annoyed with you, for being so high-maintenance.”

“Oh, Jack said he knew the girl for the job!” Kara says. “They were really good, I usually don’t even drink, but those were great.”

“Well well, keep talking, I thrive on flattery,” the girl jokes. She extends a hand. “Lena.”

“Kara, Kara Danvers. Wow, your hands are big.”

Lena barks a delighted laugh. “You have all the subtlety of a hand grenade, Kara Danvers.”

Kara flushes. “Oh, that’s- wow, sorry.”

“You’re fine. Like I said, I thrive on flattery,” Lena says, throwing her a very cute two-eyed wink. She turns suddenly, fixing a polite, professional smile on her face. “Good evening, sir. What can I get for you?”

“Another round for my friends. And your number, gorgeous.”

Mike.

Lena remains polite, face impassive even as Kara hastily ducks out of sight under the bar. “What drinks did you and your friends have?”

“I dunno, fancy stuff. The waiter guy probably knows- my friend was supposed to come get us another round, but she probably bailed.”

“Oh yeah? Not much of a partier?” Lena asks, eyes darting to (hidden) Kara.

“Nah. Don’t get me wrong, Kara can be cool, but she’s a little… uptight. Needs to relax every once in a while.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So what’s your story, beautiful? You come here often?”

There’s a beat of silence before Lena drawls, “Well I work here, so… I’d have to say yes…”

Kara claps a hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh she can’t keep inside.

This obviously throws Mike off whatever game he thinks he has. “Oh, that- right. Um. That was a joke.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll ask your waiter what your order was- do you know who he is?”

“Um… he has a beard?”

“Jack, his name is Jack,” Kara mutters under her breath.

“Right. I’ll ask him. Did you need anything else?”

“No, thanks.”

There’s an extended silence before Lena says, “You can come up for air now, Kara Danvers.” 

Kara peeks over the edge of the bar, flushing again when Lena snickers at her.

“Good friend of yours?”

“No. He’s- I don’t even know why he’s here? Like one day we all hated him and then the next he was always around. Nia doesn’t even like him, and it’s her birthday.”

“Really? Good that she doesn’t- seems like a douche.”

Kara barks out a laugh, smothering in quickly and grinning behind her palm as Lena grins slyly over at her without turning her head. “He is a douche. He always asks me out even though I’ve told him no, like, a million times.”

Lena frowns at this, turning her attention fully to Kara. “Does he?”

“Yeah. My sister hates his guts, and so does our friend James, but somehow he just… sticks around.” Kara shrugs. “He’s pretty harmless, just really annoying.”

Lena hums, gaze narrowed. “He’s not worth your politeness, Kara.”

“Eh. Besides, I’m kinda doing the same thing to you, right? Just like, demanding all your attention?”

Lena bobbles her head side to side. “I’d say it’s a bit different.”

“Why, because I’m drunk?” Kara laughs. “‘m sorry about that, by the way.”

“First off, I don’t think you’re all that drunk,” Lena confides, leaning over the bar so . “Those drinks really aren’t all that strong. And secondly, there’s a difference because I am actually enjoying your attention, Kara Danvers.”

“Oh. Oh, okay. Cool,” Kara mutters to herself.

Lena smirks. “So, Kara Danvers- even though I already know the answer to this-, do you come here often?”

“Um, no. But I think I might start…”

Lena’s sly grin morphs into a broad smile, dimpling her cheeks and making her eyes shine in the low bar light. “Good.”

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #ask response #prompts! #my writing #i just apparently really love restaurant/bar aus okay? #let it happen y'all

[pascalpanic]

Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

-

The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

-

Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

-

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I Wish I Were Heather - George’s Sweater (part2)

Pairing: George Weasley x reader & (platonic) Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings: angst

Words: 3.1k

Summary: After seeing Heather and George together you try to avoid your friends but it doesn't work as well as you think it would.

a/n: this turned into series, hope you like it! English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!

requests are open!

Part 2 to I Wish I Were Heather first part:

part one

You had been avoiding George which led to you avoiding Fred and Lee as well. They were almost always together unless George was somewhere with Heather. It had been almost a week since George gave you his sweater. It was easy to stay away from him on school days because you had only one class together where you sat on the other side of the class. You didn’t even go to eat in the Great Hall anymore. You would sneak into the kitchen and the house elves were happy to give you some food.

George tried to talk to you but every time he was close to you, you would turn around and hide. Not ready to face your best friend and especially after the rumor started to spread that George and Heather were officially dating now.

Luckily it was a week and a half until Christmas which meant that the Weasleys were all going back to the Burrow in a couple of days.

It was Friday and your last class had finally finished. You picked up all your things and were thinking about going to the kitchen, you had skipped lunch again, it had become normal for you to skip eating because you didn’t want to bother the house elves too much. Making your way out of class and your eyes meet with familiar brown eyes and ginger hair but luckily it was Fred.

“y/n.” Fred didn’t sound happy at all and you give him a smile as you walk up to him.

“Hello Freddie. How is Angelina?” You try to take the conversation elsewhere. You knew that he wanted to talk about the fact that you had been avoiding him and your other two friends.

“Don’t you even try y/l/n.” Fred said wrapping his arm around you. He started walking pulling you along with him.

“I’m sorry. I hate it when you call me by my last name and you know it.” You whine to him trying to get away from his strong grip.

“Don’t even try to run away from me again. I miss my best friend and we are going to dinner and talk.” You stop walking as you hear him mention dinner. You really didn’t want to see George and going to dinner at Great Hall meant you would have to sit with him.

“Oh, I’m not hungry.” You tell him but he looks at you with an annoyed look.

“You haven’t been to the Great Hall for days. You need to eat woman.” He raises his voice a little. “Sorry, I’m just worried about you as all of us, especially George.” He lowers his voice as he apologizes. He takes your hand into his. “Please just come to dinner with me. You don’t have to talk to my stupid git of a brother but please don’t push me away as well.” You could hear the pain in his voice and you knew that he knew why you had been avoiding them all.

“Okay.” You breathe out and start walking again with him. “It's just hard to see him and her together.” You didn’t want to use their names, Fred would know who you were talking about.

“I knew that you liked him and you tried to hide it from me!” He joked but when he saw the way you looked at him he whispered out a small “sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Angelina or not?” You wanted to change the subject.

“Well we aren’t dating yet but we might have snogged a couple of times.” You let out a gasp at his words.

“Finally!” You laugh happily. He had tried to make a move on her since Yule Ball.

”I knew you would be proud of me. I will ask her on a date this weekend, hoping to make it official before Christmas.” He tells you as you two walk into the Great Hall. You are surprised to see Lee sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. Looking around the Great Hall you find George Weasley sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Heather and her friends.

“Speaking of Christmas. Mum wants you to come to the Burrow.” Fred lets you know as you two sit down to the opposite side of Lee.

“Nice to see you y/n!” Lee speaks up but you are still shocked by Fred's words.

“She wants me to come to the Burrow with you? Why?” You choke out. Lee lets out a groan when you ignore him. “Sorry. Hi Lee. Fred continues.” You give a quick wave and nod to Lee before turning to face your best friend again. You had been at the Burrow for a couple of weeks each summer since you met Fred and George but never for Christmas. You loved the place it felt like home more than your parents house had ever felt but with the whole George situation, you didn’t want to ruin their family Christmas because you felt weird being around George.

“Yes mum wants you to come. She doesn’t want you to spend another Christmas here alone.” He tells you as he starts putting food on your plate.

“I can take my own food, Fred.” You tell him as you push his hands away from your plate and start to pick your own food. “But I always spend my Christmas here. I really don’t mind.” You let him know as you start to eat. You missed eating with your friends but it felt weird to be here without George. You look over to the Ravenclaw table where you last saw him. Your eyes meet with his but you quickly turn to look at your plate. His hands were around her and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “I like to spend my Christmas here.” You try to convince Fred.

“Wasn’t it last Christmas when we came back and you told us how you hated to be here alone at Christmas?” Lee speaks up and you give him an angry glare.

“Mum will kill us if we don’t bring you with us. So I will not take no for an answer!” Fred lets you know before shoveling more food on his plate. “Don’t even try to fight me on this.” He continues this time with a mouth full of food.

“You are disgusting Fred Weasley.” You tell him not wanting to talk about Christmas any longer. There was no way that you would go to the Burrow. Suddenly someone sits down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, that someone smelled just like George’s sweater that had lost its scent a couple of nights ago.

“We are friends again?” George asks happily as you turn to look at him, forcing a smile on your lips.

“When weren’t we friends?” You ask as you turn back to your food feeling uncomfortable with him being so close to you so you push his hand off of you. George is shocked and hurt by your action, you never pushed him away before.

“I guess not then…” He mumbles as he turns to his brother. “Did you tell her the happy news that she is coming to the Burrow for Christmas?” You stand up after hearing his words, who did he think he was? You had your own mind and you could choose yourself where you would spend your damn Christmas.

“I’m not coming! You two can’t choose for me! Say thank you to Molly but I will not come for Christmas!” You raised your voice at the twins, turning around and walking out of the Great Hall.

“What’s wrong with her? She usually loves to visit?” George asks his brother. You always told them how much you loved to spend time with them at the Burrow and how it felt like home. The twins were so happy when their mother had asked them to bring you with them to celebrate Christmas with the family because you were family to them. George hated how you had been avoiding them, it hurt him. He wanted you next to him, you were his best friend, his other half besides Fred.

“I don’t know, I will go talk to her.” Fred tells George brother before getting up and walking after you. There were a couple of places he knew where you could be but the closest place was the kitchen so he headed down there. Finding you curled up by the fire with a mug of tea in your right hand and a cookie in the other. “I knew I would find you from here.” He smiles as he sits down next to you. Turning to face you to see tears running down your cheeks ”Oh y/n come here.” He wraps his hands around you and you put down the mug and hug Fred back crying.

“I hate fighting with you guys.” You whisper to him as you sob against his chest. It had been one of the hardest weeks of your life, you had spent almost every minute with them since you three met each other and a week avoiding them was hard on you.

“You don’t need to come with us if you really don’t want to. Mum will understand.” He whispers into your hair. “I just wanted you to come because I love to spend time with you. I don’t want you to be here alone for another Christmas when my whole family loves you and wants you there.”

“I want to come.” You sob out to him, pulling away from him wiping your tears away. “I would love to come but I don’t think it’s the best idea. I think I need some time to myself and Christmas break will give it to me.” You tell him, giving him a sad smile.

“I would mean the world to me and George if you did! Even Harry and Hermione are coming!” he explains to you. Hoping to change your mind. “Just think about it, we still have a couple of days to go. Okay?”

“I will but you promise to me you won’t be mad if I don’t.”

“I promise.” He promises before hugging you again. “I will be sad but not mad.” You let out a small giggle at his words.

“You really want me to come don’t you?” He nods his head before kissing your forehead.

“Now let’s go back to the common room, it's getting late and we have a quidditch match tomorrow, I need you to be there cheering for me.” He tells you as he gets up and pulls you with him.

The next morning you got up early and made your way to the library wanting to study before going to watch the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. You didn’t even know what time it was when Hermione walked up to you, too focused in your potions essay.

“y/n! We will be late to the game! get up, let's go!” She hurriedly helped you to gather all your things into your bag. “You need something warmer to wear! Go quickly I will save you a seat.”

“Thanks Mione.” You give the younger girl a quick hug before running to the common room. Running up the stairs throwing your bag on your bed and getting the nearest sweater you see and pulling it over your head and grabbing your jacket before making your way to the quidditch pitch. As you climb up the stairs to the stands you hear people yelling, the match has already started. Finally finding Hermione in the sea of people.

“Thank you so much for saving me a seat, Fred would have hexed me if I wouldn’t have shown up.” You tell the girl as you turn to watch the game. “Did I miss much?”

“Not really it just started.” she tells you. The Gryffindors are in the lead when Harry catches the snitch and you can hear Lee roar “Harry Potter catches the snitch and Gryffindor has won the game!”

You happily cheer for your house as you and Hermione make your way to the pitch to congratulate the team.

“Well done Harry!” You yell to your friend when you and Hermione reach the team. Hermione wrapping Ron into a happy hug when she realises what she has done she awkwardly pulls away from the boy whose cheeks are as red as his hair.

“y/n!” You hear someone yell as someone picks you up and spins you around before placing you back down. George is looking at you with a goofy grin. “We won!”

“Y-yeah you won.” You let out a giggle as he hugs you again. It felt so good to be in his arms once again. “You played great Georgie.” You tell him as he pulls away from you, not letting his hands fall from you.

“Of course I did when my lucky charm was watching me!” He laughs, his words make you blush like crazy and you are sure you look just like Ron did a couple of seconds ago.

“Really hope you are talking about me.” someone says behind George and as he pulls away you can see that Heather is standing there with a beautiful dark blue sweater with a big yellow G on it.

“Oh hi Heather.” George smiles as he kisses her cheek. Heather's eyes don’t leave you and that's when you realise that she isn't looking at you but the sweater that you are wearing. That moment you realise that in your hurry to get to the match in time you had accidentally put on the sweater George had given you.

“Nice sweater y/l/n.” Heather says with a smile on her lips, but the tone of her voice told you that she wasn’t happy to see you in her boyfriend's sweater. George was looking between you two about to say something, but luckily Fred ran up to you guys.

“We won y/n, we won!” He laughs as he hugs you. “We are having a party at the common room so it’s time for us to bring out our hidden firewhiskey!” he tells you excitedly.

“Go clean yourselves up. I will go get the firewhiskey out of its hiding place then.” You tell your best friend, wanting to get away from there because you could feel Heather's eyes burning a hole into you.  

“Okay we will see you in 30 minutes at the common room!” Fred tells you before he and George make their way to get cleaned. You made your way to a hidden passage where you and the twins usually hide your alcohol. Before you know it a full on party is happening in the Gryffindor common room celebrating the quidditch win. You had changed out of George's sweater and drowned yourself into shots of firewhiskey with Fred, not even able to count how many shots you had taken.

You were dancing happily on a table with Fred, Lee and Angelina when George walked up to you four. You were clearly the most drunk because Lee had to keep you steady so you wouldn’t fall off the table.

“Hey George having fun?” Fred asked his twin happily. Fred gives you the firewhiskey bottle so you could take another shot from it, but before your lips could meet the bottle it was cone from your hands.

“Hey!” You yell out to see where it had gone to be met with a serious looking George looking up to you. “I wanted to take a shot, Georgie give it back.” You whine at him as you try to grab the bottle from him but you lose your balance and fall straight into his arms.

“I think you have had enough drinks for tonight.” He laughs as he gives the firewhiskey back to his brother and picks you up bridal style and starts taking you to the dormitories.

“Hey where are you taking me! I still wanna dance. The party is still going!” You try to get out of his strong grip but George doesn't let you.

“I think it is time for us to go to sleep darling. We can party another night.” He tells you as he places you on a bed, you look around the room to see that this wasn’t your bed or not even your dormitory.

“Where am I?” You ask him confused.

“In my room you are too drunk to sleep without someone keeping an eye on you darling.” George tells you as he is looking for something. “Here change into these.” He throws a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt, you look down at the clothes in your hand.

“Heather won’t like me wearing these.” You turn to face him and see that he himself has already changed into pajamas.

“Do you need help changing?” He ignores your comment completely.

“No, I can do it myself.” You tell him and he nods his head before turning to around so you could change in private. It takes you a couple of tries but you finally manage to get them on correctly. “You can turn around now.”

George turns around and takes in the way you look dressed in his pajamas, smile on his lips as he pulls the covers from his bed. “In you go so I can tuck you in.” He tells you and you lay down on his bed, his smell surrounding you.

“Where are you going to sleep?” You ask him as he tucks you into his bed.

“I’m going to take the chair over there.” He tells you before kissing your forehead before starting to make his way to the char but you stop him by taking his hand in yours.  

“Can you cuddle me?” You whisper, not sure if it was okay to ask him to sleep next to you. You were drunk but not drunk enough not to know what you were doing.

“Sure.” He whispers back as you pull the covers up so he can lay down next to you. He wraps one of his arms around you and you place your head on his chest. “I really hope that you will come spend Christmas with us. I really want you there y/n.” You turn to look at him and you two smile at each other.

“Maybe I will.” You tell him before placing your head back on his chest.

“Goodnight darling.” He whispers against your hair.

“Goodnight Georgie.” You whisper back to him before falling asleep in his arms.

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Dating George Weasley Would Include

Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn't matter what house you're in

Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn't have to sneak into your common room to be with you 

Blood status also doesn't matter to him

If he loves you, he loves all of you

The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred 

He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you 

How pretty you were 

How nice you smelled 

How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him 

The boy must have been in-love or something

On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him

Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings 

This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands 

His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings 

He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting

With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet 

As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door 

“Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)

“If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”

You both knew instantly what he was talking about 

Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out 

Oh, wait...

Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner 

“Fred this isn't funny”(George was starting to get on edge)

“Do you hear me laughing?”

The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )

A couple of minutes passed 

“Look (y/n)...”(George began to say slowly)

“I- I like you”

“I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)

At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze 

Did he just confess his feeling to you?

Did he feel the same?

Hope began to form in your heart 

“George...”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)

“I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)

When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room 

Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss 

He had been craving your lips for awhile now 

Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open

“Ew, gross guys!”

The two of you just grinned 

If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room

It’s a usual thing

Cuddling on the couch 

Playing board games 

Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around 

Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders' map)

He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together

You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall

If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)

Pet names

Darling and gorgeous are his most used

You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue

“Well hello gorgeous” 

Small forms of PDA

Hand holding 

Arm around your shoulder 

Arm around your waist 

Temple kisses 

Cheek kisses 

Knuckle kisses 

He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch 

I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs

Bear hugs that engulf you

Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him

(and he’s always so warm...like what?)

You love wearing his jumpers

Yes, they are always baggy on you

You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there

He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones

It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed

Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere

The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test

You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion

With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped

Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you

“Can I help you?”

“It’s nothing, you’re just...so beautiful”

You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks

“I love you”

The phrase was just audible

You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right

George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him

“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”

You just chuckled at his constant rambling

“George, calm down, I love you too”

“I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”

“I love you too”(you said it gently)

“Really..?”(he didn't sound too convinced)

In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment

It seemed to calm his mind

Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow

Molly loves you 

She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas  

If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life 

When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you 

Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed

Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you're a bad bish)

You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts

You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry  

Fred is one of your best and closest friends 

He is happy that George found someone to make him happy 

You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn't agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)

You guys love to tease George together 

Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George 

“Can you guys get a room?!”

It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet 

As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)  

Lee is also a close friend to you 

It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him

Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank 

Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning 

Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters 

The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you 

From dying your hair bright pink

To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink 

It’s always a risk being around the two of them 

They love to get you involved in their pranks 

This usually means standing guard though):

You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia

There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff 

“Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?” 

You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale 

“Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)

George’s face was painted in horror 

“What?!” 

He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla 

“CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)

“But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)

At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer 

“I’m only joking!”

When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down 

“Oh thank Merlin”

That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!

In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart 

On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious 

(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into 

If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)

He loves to find you in the crowd 

You’re his #1 fan 

Steamy kisses after the game

If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;

He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game

It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him 

“You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”

Fred just cracked up 

“He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”

If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you

It didn’t go too well

You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground

Face-planted into the grass

Ended with you having a dislocated jaw

George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn't stop apologising

Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard

Trips to Hogsmeade

Raiding Honeydukes

Dates at the Three Broomsticks

Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy 

Lots of puns and dad jokes 

You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer

You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell

And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth

“Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus” 

You tried to hold in your laugh 

“Shove off Weasley”

He takes you to the Yule Ball

It’s a magical night 

Full of dancing 

Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing 

Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in

Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you 

Dancing around the common room 

Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food 

Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)

Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare 

Snowball fights in the winter 

He never fails to make you laugh

He is more of the shy, reserved twin 

Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed 

He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive 

You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs

If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing 

He is more important 

He is also more of the jealous twin 

Don’t get me wrong, he won't go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you 

He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else 

But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move 

Let’s just say his temper won't last long 

“Hello darling”

Que passionate kiss between George and you 

“Sorry mate, she’s already taken”

You had never seen a guys face go paler 

Or seen George go so smug 

He always knows what to do when you're sad

He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent 

Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out 

By the end of it, you can't help but feel just a little bit better because of him 

He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener

He low key has separation anxiety  

He LOVES to spoon

Definitely the big spoon

Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes 

“Hey um...Do you mind if we?...”

“You wanna be the little spoon?”

“Yes please...”

He’s smiling on the inside 

He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;

He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls 

I feel like he’s a hair puller?

Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything 

Super gentle at times 

But also can be rough... 

Would never do anything that would hurt you 

Lots of cuddling after 

He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered

One time he stole flowers from the school grounds

Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing

“Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”

The look on his face was a dead give away

“Funny story actually Professor...”

Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories

Braiding his longer hair 

Showers together 

Piggyback rides to class

Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)

He reads to you 

Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end 

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