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eightmakesonebraincell · 8 months

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ateez as brothers

genre: brother!ateez x gn!reader, fluff, crack

length: 6.2k

c/w: swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, brothers being brothers?, this is like 80% roasts

a/n: second collab with yumi (@sorryimananti-romantic) because between the two of us we have three brothers but we don’t want any of them so we’re going to pretend that we can replace them with ateez

hongjoong

a brother?

what is that

he is a dad

nags you about everything

“stop sleeping so late”

“stop drinking so much coffee”

and you’re just like 😃??

because he literally sleeps later than you?

and he says it while holding his third cup of coffee that morning??

definitely says “i told you so” whenever you don’t listen to him and something goes wrong

his communication method is based heavily on sass and sarcasm

he’s the type of brother to say no when you ask for a favour

but then ten minutes later he’ll knock on your door and hand you the cup of tea you asked for

or two days later he’s left your laptop back on your desk with a note saying that it’s been fixed

he also gives you a lot of backhanded compliments

oh you’re not as dumb as i thought

nice cooking, i think the pigs would really like it

as kids though he’s the brother who has the worst retorts

like when you insult him and say he’s stupid

he’ll be like “i know you are but what am i?”

or he’s the type to block his ears with his fingers and go lalalalalalala really loudly

it absolutely infuriates you

he’s definitely the type of brother to tell you that santa isn’t real

nor is the tooth fairy

the brother who laughs at you when you fall over before he makes any move to help you

half the time he’s giggling so hard he falls over too

it’s really only when you two grow older that something in him suddenly switches

he’s the overprotective brother who will interrogate you whenever you go out

where are you going who are you going with what time will you be back

sends you texts every now and then to remind you of your curfew

and when you walk through the door after getting home, he’ll literally be standing in the corridor waiting for you

“why are you home so late”

“joong, it’s only 9”

he can be overbearing but he just wants you to be safe

you’ll have the most stylish wardrobe because he helps reform all of your clothes

except he will reform it however he wants, your opinion be damned

he’ll be like i don’t care if you want this blue, i’m doing it red

and despite how much you scream at him that you hate red, the end product actually kind of looks really good

like, you love it

but you’ll never admit it and give him the satisfaction of being right

you like to steal things from his wardrobe

because his blazers look oversized on you and they just hit different, you know

except he’ll bite your head off if you touch any of his stuff

doesn’t stop him from touching all of your stuff as he pleases though

and you’re like isn’t that mine?

“iSnT tHAt MinE i made it shut up”

hongjoong will be your sugar brother

when you guys go shopping he’ll whip out his card without batting an eye

or when you guys eat together he’ll naturally wait for you to order too so that he can pay

sometimes you arrive home to a box of pastries on your desk

or hongjoong comes home and throws a bag of snacks in your face

tells you that the store was doing a 1+1 promotion or that he bought too many things while shopping for himself

he lets you study or do your work in his studio

as long as you’re quiet

otherwise he threatens to kick you out

there’s a super fluffy blanket and pillow in the corner of his couch that he complains ruins the aesthetic and ‘cool vibes’ of his studio

but it’s always nicely folded and stacked together for you every time you go over

sometimes when he’s stuck or having writer’s block except music-wise

? producer’s block

he’ll let you have a bit of fun with his drafts

(he quadruple checks though that he’s saved a new file and it’s not the original track)

you guys make up nonsense raps and silly melodies

and sometimes you’ll record a studio version of it

if he secretly has a playlist of all the songs you two make together that he listens to when he’s feeling burnt out, then nobody needs to know

he takes a lot of candid photos of you

“woah i got a picture of a gremlin”

but inside he thinks that there’s no other person he would rather take pictures of

basically, he’s the emotionally-constipated brother who loves you but never says it aloud

seonghwa

okay hear me out

he may be the eldest in ateez

but he’s really a baby 🥺

he’s so younger-sibling coded

the type to just come into your room and show you random things

like his new island layout in animal crossing

or the lego set that he just finished building

or the latest star wars figurine that he bought

he just wants praise or compliments or some sort of validation from you <3

and his boba eyes light up whenever you’re like oooh!! that’s so cool!!

when he grows older he still walks into your room like it’s his

mainly to share tmi’s of his day and to ask you about yours

he’ll randomly bring up gossip that he’s heard

he’s also the type to do things to make you laugh

except it’s not funny so you just have to force yourself to laugh so you don’t hurt his feelings

but he can tell and he’ll put his hands on his face and pretend to cry

he definitely gets sad when you don’t play with him

especially when you two are younger

or when you go play with your friends he’s the brother who wants to tag along

“mum said you have to take me too”

when you spend more time with other people?

he pout :(

when you guys do play together though, he will always without fail end up having more fun than you do

doesn’t matter what the activity is

cars? he’s going vroOOM and making sputtering engine noises as he runs the car down the stair railings

dolls? he’s taking their shoes off and tucking them into bed after their tea party

drawing? he makes it a personal challenge to turn the cutest thing into the most unhinged doodle possible

didn’t think anyone could make hehetmon look drunk

he’s the brother who has a crazy collection of figurines in his bedroom

like all his funds go towards lego and star wars merch

while you go up to him with a new haircut or accessory and ask him “what’s different about me”

he’s the brother version of that

drags you to his bedroom after he adds something else to his shelf and asks you “what’s different about my room”

seonghwa’s the type of brother who uses your hair and skincare products

you walk past him one day and he’s like oh you smell nice

and you’re like thanks i got a new shampoo

strangely, he smells just like you the very next day

when he’s younger he definitely mixes shampoo, conditioner and soap together to make a potion

the type to come home real buzzed/tipsy after midnight and barge into your room

and he wakes you up just to ask if you want a cheese toastie

“hwa wtf it’s 2am”

“...but also, yes”

if you two are out drinking together though, you definitely have to drag his ass back home

he gets excited and tries to drink more/party for longer than his body actually can

but seonghwa also makes sure to take care of you, especially if he is the older sibling

constantly texting you

mostly little reminders to bring an extra jacket in case you get cold

or to remember an umbrella because it might rain later

he always wants to give you the best of everything

like the bigger slice of cake or the window seat

but once he realises you’re trying to do the same for him, he’ll be sneakier with his actions

like, when you make him pick which ice cream flavour he wants first, he’ll leave the rainbow sherbet for you because it’s your favourite

even though it’s his favourite flavour too <3

he’s the type of brother to walk you to your classes or drive you to work whenever your schedules line up

always tells you to have a good day

you wave at him to leave

he waves at you to go through the doors

he always wins though and has to see you go in safely before he leaves

if either of you move out, he makes an effort to keep in touch

will ask if you’ve been sleeping well, eating enough

if you have enough groceries or money to spend

he’s definitely the type to make surprise visits to check up on you because he’s worried you’re lying

brings bags of groceries to stock up your fridge

slips a few notes into the pocket of your coat

reorganises your closet for you

steals a few packets of snacks on his way out

in short, seonghwa is the epitome of sibling duality

he’s both such a younger sibling and a mum sibling

you’re each other’s babies honestly

yunho

the brother who makes fun of your height regardless of how tall or short you are

“how’s the weather down there?”

pretends to lose sight of you even when you’re standing right next to him

uses you as his own personal armrest

puts things on the top shelves so you can’t reach

with yunho as your brother, you have to live your life on high alert

because he will use any chance he gets to prank you

especially because he’s the type who is willing to spend months plotting and preparing

he will build up your trust just to set up for one prank

like once he offered you an oreo

and you were immediately suspicious because why is he suddenly sharing his precious snacks with you

he says that he’s trying to diet so he’s sharing to stop himself from eating it all

and at first you’re like hmmm but when it continues for several weeks it becomes normal

and when you’re least suspecting

he swaps out the oreo filling for toothpaste, sets up a camera and then tosses the bait

not only does he never let you hear the end of it, but he uploads your reaction to tiktok

‘OREO TOOTHPASTE PRANK - HILARIOUS REACTION’

carves out a potato into the shape of a soap bar and puts it in your bathroom

if you fall asleep, yunho will try to put as many fries as he can into your open mouth

or he’ll make the tallest cookie tower possible on your head

and he’s the type of brother to shock you awake by clanging a fork or spoon against a metal bowl

honestly at this point

napping around yunho and then getting pranked is your fault

when you guys text, the man is incapable of replying normally

you ask him a question?

he replies with a meme

you tell him to do something?

he blackmails sends you a video of you doing something stupid

talks to you irl in tiktok lingo

at one point he definitely tries to teach you how to play video games

but he gets frustrated at you easily and gives up LOL

yunho’s the brother who is everyone’s campus crush and you can do nothing about it

you try to keep it lowkey that you guys are related because everyone always talks about him

and you’re kinda like

my brother is the campus crush?

yunho? the guy who twerks in his pjs at 9 in the morning?

the person who chews his drinks??

and uses a spongebob voice when he answers your phone calls ? ?

but you sort of get it

because as goofy as he is, yunho is the type of brother that you can confide in

he knows when to be serious and offer comfort/advice when you need it

like if you’re having a bad day or if you get into a fight with a friend

he’ll dump a whole mountain of snacks on the table and put on your favourite movie (even if you’ve watched it 20 times and he’s sick of it by now)

or he’ll listen to you ramble while he hands you tissues

yunho is also pretty protective over you

like, physically, because he’s so tall and you just seem so smol to him

his hand hovers over your back when you go through a door first or like when you walk up the stairs

or he keeps a hand on your shoulder as he guides you two through a crowded area

he’s the type to drive you to places when he can such as to your appointments

or especially when it’s nighttime and you’re walking back home

he’ll be like wait for me right there i’ll come pick you up

and if he gets an inkling that you’re being bullied or mistreated by someone?

he’s ready to square up and throw some fists

when you guys go out drinking, he always keeps an eye on you

where you are

if you go to the bathroom

how much you’ve had to drink

it helps that he can hold his own alcohol well

especially when it’s a large group setting and you’re all playing drinking games

he’s definitely the type to start stepping in and taking your penalty shots for you

piggybacks you home if you’re too drunk to walk

he makes fun of you for it the morning after

but you wake up to a glass of water and aspirin on your bedside table <3

overall, yunho’s the brother who pranks the heck out of you but will not sit still if anyone else does it

yeosang

you two are like the twins who look innocent but are actually evil

quite honestly?

you guys are probably each other’s biggest bullies LMAO

as kids, he’s relatively more on the quieter side

so he usually finds it most comfortable to stick with you at school and in the playground and at family gatherings

just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he’s not mischievous

usually you nudge him and whisper him your idea

and he grins at you and is like let’s do it

he drags the chair while you climb up to reach the secret chocolate stash

or you keep an eye out while he doodles with crayon on the wall

he’s the type of brother who’ll take your grudges against someone and make it his personal grudge too

you don’t like this person? okay, i don’t like them either

he doesn’t involve himself in the arguments

but he’s definitely somewhere in the background nodding furiously

occasionally you might hear a “yeah!”

at family gatherings you both sit at the back table and judge all your other relatives together lol

bombastic side eyes

if a relative who you guys aren’t very familiar with comes up to talk to you both

yeosang definitely sits there and lets you do all the talking

while he does his ha. ha. ha. 😀 laugh at the right times

you have the EXACT same laugh

when you two are trying to be polite

or it’s awkward and neither of you know how to react

you guys ha. ha. ha. 😀 in sync

whenever one of you come home from somewhere, you both have late night catch ups to share the tea

yeosang looks sweet and clueless but he’s quiet only because he’s actually eavesdropping on the table of old ladies behind him so he can tell you the neighbourhood goss later

nothing stops him from exposing you though

especially when you’re with friends, he’ll bring up your embarrassing childhood stories when you least expect it

like you could literally be watching a movie

and he suddenly says

hey remember that time when you were six and you choked on your noodles and a strand came out of your nose

you’d think that he wouldn’t be able to recall these things

but no

or he’ll call you by the pet name that you hate

in public

in front of your friends

in front of his friends

he’s also the type of brother who randomly yells out your name

and when you ask “what” he doesn’t reply

or he’s like “nothing”

he gives you that smug look on purpose to make you think that he’s hiding something from you

which drives you nuts and you pester him all day about it

when you rant to him, sometimes he’ll accidentally zone out

and he’s just smiling :D

and you’re like

…i asked you a question

or you’ll say “i’m the cooler sibling”

and he’ll nod and be like “mhm, yes, very true, mhm”

yeosang’s the brother who changes the tv channel and then hides the remote so you can’t change it back

pretends he doesn’t know where the remote went either

gives you that wide-eyed innocent look smh

people always ask whether he’s your boyfriend because you two are always together

and when you’re like ew no, he’s my brother, they ask you for his number

which is the perfect opportunity for you to get revenge

you expose his flaws and tell his admirer that he’s not as perfect as he looks

also because you’re protecting him from girls who are only going after him for his looks

as much as you guys roast each other (and other people)

there’s no greater supporter than your brother

and you’re his greatest supporter too

even if the world is against you, it’ll always be you and yeosang against the world

he always has your back and you always have his

even when your parents are scolding one of you two, you’ll naturally take each other’s side

you two share the same taste in. literally. everything.

you share the same hobbies

you like the same snacks

your clothes are the same colours

yeosang definitely suggests you two swap clothes and dress up as each other for a day

you guys do absolutely everything together

he waits for you to watch that movie you two have been wanting to watch since it came out

you wait for him to be free to check out that new restaurant that’s opened up

you both attend the same college

and relocate to the same city to work

where one sibling is, the other sibling will also be

yeosang is proof that your sibling will always be your original soulmate

san

san is the brother who lets his intrusive thoughts win

you hold something out for him to take and he just bites it

will randomly walk up to you and pretend to have a boxing match

throws jabs while making that ‘ss ss’ sound with his mouth

puts you into a headlock for the lols

when he starts to learn taekwondo, he pretends to flip you over his shoulder or roundhouse kick you

most definitely actually kicks you once by accident and makes you cry

he desperately goes shhhh please don’t cry so you don’t alert your parents lol

san is the type of brother who’s super gullible growing up

you convince him that watermelons explode if you shout too loudly next to them

he cries when you tell him horror stories

like if he stares into the mirror for too long his reflection will move by itself

or he only has three seconds to make it back into his bed after he switches the bedroom/bathroom lights off

otherwise the monsters eat him

you always hear him thundering down the corridor after taking a midnight piss

san’s the brother who comes into your room singing the same section of the same song that he’s been singing for the past three days

will lie in your bed and make himself into a blanket burrito

laughs while scrolling through memes on his phone or he just sits and stares at you

might open and comb through the drawers of your bedside table

when he’s had his fun he just walks out without closing your drawers or door

he messes around with your phone a lot too

he likes to take 0.5x photos of his face from real close so it looks fisheye

you have to delete almost 1000 photos of his nostrils from your gallery

you most definitely also have to change your wallpaper back

sometimes he takes it upon himself to customise your device like his device

like he’ll switch your light mode to dark mode, or he’ll rearrange your apps into different folders

it drives you insane as you try to remember which app used to be in that odd gap on your screen

he’s the type to nag you about manners and responsibilities too

like hey don’t talk to mum like that or hey do what dad asked you to do

rules are thrown out of the window when it comes to veggies though

as a kid he tries to slide his carrots onto your plate when you’re not looking

all your friends have a secret crush on him

except it’s not really secret and he knows and basks in the knowledge

he’ll purposely hang around or find excuses to walk into your room or through the living room when you’re hanging out with friends

you tell him to stop being so annoying

that being said, san’s the brother who finds you absolutely endearing

like no matter what you do he thinks you’re adorable

he brags about you to all of his friends

like the project that you finished the other day

or that you bought him the shirt he’s wearing right now

if any of his friends actually start to show interest in you though

he’ll be like

sorry who? no such person exists

san 🤝 gatekeeping

except when it comes to things that you like?

siri, search up ‘antonym of gatekeeping’

san’s the brother who will give up anything to make you happy

he’s so selfless :’((

lets you have first pick for everything

will swap his meal with yours if you don’t like your food

would literally donate both of his kidneys for you

and he’s always thinking of things that will make you smile or things you’d like

if he sees a cute dog on the street he’ll send you a photo

or if he’s walking past your favourite bakery he’ll get you a pastry

if you’re into collecting, he definitely goes out of his way to bring you back a souvenir from whichever place he’s traveling to

stamps, postcards, keyrings, currency, figurines, photocards

doesn’t matter what it is that you’re collecting

he supports your collection

he’s just supportive in general <3

and he’s so affectionate

so many hugs

presses his cheeks against yours

likes to place a hand on the back of your neck or an arm around your shoulders

the only time you mind is when he comes home from the gym

and makes a beeline to your room to see what you’re doing

and you’re like gross go away

he gets sulky and pouty smh

will say that you hate him and you have to be all nO yoU’RE STINKY go sHOWER

basically, san’s the brother who lives off your attention

he’s tinkerbell

stinkerbell

mingi

mingi’s the brother who randomly does things to you when he walks by

basically the brother who lets his intrusive thoughts win pt 2

randomly slaps the back of your head when he walks past

messes up your hair by ruffling it

stops suddenly when you’re walking behind him so that you bump into him

knocks the back of your knees when you’re standing to make you lose your balance

whenever you accidentally break something, mingi’s the brother who will automatically yell out “MUM!”

even if you try to cover his mouth and shush him

he’ll create a ruckus to expose you

and when your parents are scolding you, he’s standing in the corner of the room or like, peeking around the corner laughing at you

he shuts up and puts on a straight face as soon as your parents turn around to glare at him though

mingi tries to bait you into shouting for mum

he’ll pretend to curse except he changes the second half of the word into something else as soon as you open your mouth to tattle

“FU-dge cakes”

also the type to pull pranks on you, like yunho

but unlike yunho, mingi’s not very good at it

he sees the oreo prank

shows you the video while he’s dying of laughter

and then the next day he mysteriously comes home with a packet of oreos

because he just so happened to suddenly crave oreos

besides

mingi is the brother who refuses to share snacks with you

you’ll ask him for a bite and he’ll be like okay

but then he spits into it or licks it before offering it to you

or he takes the last one and hands you the empty packet

if he willingly offers you food it’s probably because he dropped it on the floor lol

or trying to prank you

when it comes to your food though, it’s free game

he’s the type to take a bite out of the toast that you just buttered for yourself

or he’ll slurp up the noodles you literally just cooked

mingi's the type to call for you from across the house

and he doesn’t answer when you ask him what he wants so you have to go to him

and when you walk into the room like >:( what do you want

he’s like

on your way out can you pass me my charger it’s on my desk

he laughs so hard when you storm out

but you guys are literally each other’s best friends <3

you both have the exact same sense of humour

so when something funny happens or you watch a funny video together, you’re both leaning against each other as you cackle

neither of you can breathe

when you play games together, it’s a competition of boasting and bragging

you both think that you can do better than the other

it becomes such a chaotic battle

all rules are thrown out the window within the first few minutes

mingi is definitely the brother that cheats with petty tricks

yanks your hoodie over your head so you can’t see the screen

peeks at your cards when you’re getting a cup of water

not that his methods help him win LOL

but you both have so much fun

he’s the brother than you can go wild with

karaoke? y’all screaming until you lose your voices

the arcade? he empties his pockets and wallet for another coin you can attempt the claw machine with

theme park? you sacrifice each other in the haunted house

LOTS of spontaneous outings

“i’m headed to the shops, you wanna come?”

“i’m going to the drive-thru, you coming?”

even if it’s 2am

you guys rock the hoodies, fluffy pants and slippers look

the spontaneous outings are some of your favourite things to do with your brother

and sometimes

they seem to curiously occur on the days or weeks you’ve been feeling down

it just so happens to be the thing you need

but really, mingi’s the brother who is very observant of your mood

he knows when not to take a joke too far

probably also knows when you’re getting sick before you even realise yourself

he picks up on it very quickly when you seem a bit off

physically or mentally

he tries to take you out for a distraction even if just for a little while (he’s so sweet pls)

he never fails to make you smile and laugh

you can just be yourself around him

honestly, mingi is that brother who tries to make you cry but it absolutely breaks his heart when you do cry

wooyoung

survival of the fittest

doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger than him

his greatest joy is to drive you up the wall

will walk into your room, pick some random thing up, throw it into the void and then walk out like nothing happened

or he doesn’t even do anything he just stands at the threshold of your door

and you tell him to get out of your room

and he’s like technically i’m not in your room ;)

he will fart and smother you under a blanket so you smell it

tells you that you stink even when you just come out of a shower

similar to seonghwa, wooyoung would be the type to text you about everything

except you get texts like

‘lol i just took the biggest dump and now i weigh half a kilo lighter’

‘walked past this today and it reminded me of you <3’

*proceeds to attach a photo of a rubbish bin*

but two can play the game, and when wooyoung is your brother you learn fast

“mum look, there’s a monkey at the window”

“...please let your brother back into the house”

you guys are constantly fighting, but like, over the pettiest things

who has to go take a shower first

why you’re staring at him weird

why he’s sitting on your half of the couch

sometimes the fights turn physical

but when i say physical, i mean biting physical

and if you guys aren’t arguing, then he’s talking your ear off

especially when you’re both driving somewhere he’ll be talking non stop regardless of whether you’re interested or not

so you just zone out and say “yeah” and “mhm” and nod and laugh every now and then

but he knows and yes he’ll bite you for it

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME”

he is an ANIMAL

definitely the brother who climbs up the stairs on all fours like a dog

will growl at you when you try to take a bite of his food

the type to pick up a random clothing item of yours that might look a little different from what he’s used to seeing

like some thin, fluffy thing he thinks is a scarf

he wraps it around his neck and checks himself out in your mirror

shits on how short it is

and you’re like that’s because those are my socks

he highkey judges your fashion choices

you remind him that he ain’t one to talk with those ugly black stompers

as much as you two butt heads though, he wouldn’t trade you for the world

except maybe for san, but like, that’s understandable

he loves you more than anything

runs up to you and jumps onto your back

you two topple over when he catches you off guard

which is like, always

he squishes your cheeks together

pulls you into so many crushing hugs

plants wet kisses on your cheeks that you scrub off

wooyoung’s the type to end his phone calls with i love you’s

and if you don’t say it back or you just hang up, he’ll definitely call you again and repeat it with increasing aggression

“I SAID I LOVE YOU”

the man will not give up until you say it back

you can never win against him during an argument

one because the speed at which he talks at just doesn’t give you a chance to even interject

two you can’t hear your own thoughts over his voice

and three because he’s strangely convincing with his reasons

when you two are on the same page though?

y’all invincible

you guys could probably rob a bank and convince the police officers it’s their fault

it’s very useful for talking yourselves out of trouble with your parents

like, mum if you had put the muffins away instead of leaving them on the dining table then we wouldn’t have thought that we could eat them

he definitely uses the time out sign like five times during the debate

“wait, time, time”

wooyoung’s the brother who is surprisingly-

but also unsurprisingly

-thoughtful

if physical touch and words of affirmation are his top two love languages

his third is cooking

he wakes up early to cook you breakfast or makes you a boxed lunch for special occasions

like your first day of college or your first day of work

fusses over you if you skip meals

whenever he cooks himself some food he’ll pop his head into your room and ask if you want any

and even if you say no he slices some fruit for you

always breathing down your neck about staying hydrated

in short, wooyoung is an absolute menace but only because he loves you

jongho

acts like the older sibling

“when i was your age…”

before his jokes actually become funny, he overuses the same two dumb jokes

like when you ask him for the time

and he’s like, “time to get a watch”

or when you ask him what’s up

and he replies with “the sky”

50% of jongho’s photo gallery is derps of your face

he’ll use those pictures to make his own custom stickers on messaging apps, like whatsapp or kakao talk

if yunho is the type to reply with memes, then jongho is the type to reply with your own derps

the other 50% of his gallery is video evidence

of you drooling while you sleep

of your head getting stuck in your hoodie

of you about to put a spoon in your mouth but the food falling off

you two will be sitting together scrolling on your own phones when he giggles all of a sudden

and he’ll turn to show you an atrocious photo or video of yourself

he imitates everything you do

will forever reenact that one (1) embarrassing dance move you did in the kitchen when you thought you were home alone

even though it was a decade ago

he still makes fun of you for it

jongho’s the brother who tries to make you laugh during a serious or formal situation

you could be attending an online class

or you guys are at someone’s wedding

you’re on stage presenting something

he’ll make faces at you from across the room until you crack

has loud dad sneezes, particularly when it’s all silent

and you get so embarrassed

jongho’s also the type to peek over your shoulder at your screen when you’re chatting with someone

“ooh who’s tHAt is ThAt yOUR CruSH”

has the most shit-eating grin on his face

he’s the type to fight you over who gets to push the trolley when you guys go grocery shopping

and even when you get the handle, jongho stands at the front of the trolley with a hand pulling it along

clowns you as he watches you struggle to lift the pack of canned drinks into the cart

calls you weak

makes sure to comment on how light the drinks are when he picks it up instead

whenever you ask for his help with opening a container or jar or sth

he’ll flex his muscles and pose like a bodybuilder

he’s all high and mighty until there’s a bug in the house

he’ll holler for you even if you’re on the other side of the house

and when you arrive he’s literally climbed onto the table or the couch to get as far away as he can

“GET RID OF IT NOW”

as much as he clowns you, jongho takes his role as your brother very seriously

he is your Big Bad Brother

even if he’s the younger sibling

he’s not very vocal with his love but you definitely feel it in the little things that he does for you

like when he carries all the shopping bags on the way home

or he blow dries your hair for you when you’re too tired after showering

he opens your water bottle for you before handing it over

or when he tucks your collar/shirt tag back in when it sticks out

he’s also the type to make you walk on the inside of the footpath or sit on the last remaining seat

jongho appreciates all the little things that you do for him too

like you always text him names of coffee places you think he might like

whether it’s a place your friends take you to or an insta post you scroll past

he has a little folder in his phone where he keeps a list of your recommendations

and one of his favourite things to do is when you both go and try out one of the cute cafes or brunch spots together

if he goes by himself he sends you pictures of the new coffee that he tries and his review of it

he also gets so shy when you compliment his voice

you catch him singing in the shower

or humming when he’s making his coffee in the kitchen

and he loves it when he hears you singing or humming along with him

jongho won’t admit it but he has a very soft spot for you

he lets you hang off him like a koala

lets you drape over his shoulders in a back hug

even if he pretends like he’s being held hostage

basically with jongho, you get ✨sibling privileges✨

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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Can you please please make a part 2 of the one of the first with kento 🥺 I NEED them to make up my heart can’t take angst. :(

So, I went ahead and combined these two asks because I assume they're talking about the same fic.

and while normally I'm not super big on part twos, we couldn't leave our lovers in such turmoil, now could we?

find pt.1 here!

Now Presenting...

Starring an absolutely desperate Kento Nanami

You felt dirty sitting on Satoru’s couch, but in the aftermath you had no idea where else to go. After you and Nanami broke up in that stupid fucking fight, you felt lost, but you knew you needed a place to stay. It felt wrong, partly because you knew Gojo had feelings for you, but mostly because you weren’t home. You couldn’t go home. Home told you to leave.

“Have you tried getting a hold of him yet?” Gojo asked, sitting next to you on the couch with two cups of tea, one the perfect way you liked it. You’d been staying with him for two weeks now, and in that time he managed to fall into tune with you as best as he could. Though it didn’t feel nearly as natural as it did with Kento, you appreciated his efforts.

“No.” You shook your head, looking down at your phone. He had been trying desperately to get ahold of you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to answer his calls. “I just…I can’t talk to him yet. He hurt me, I-”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” Gojo assured you. “I’m not here to tell you how to handle your break up. But, I will say..” He paused, trying to find the most empathetic way to put this. “He’s hurting too. I think he’s ready to try and make up.” You let out a defeated chuckle. Gojo really was an amazing friend. Despite his feelings for you, he never tried to make a move, and had in fact even been advocating for you guys to make up.

But, this wasn’t just a regular fight. Nanami broke up with you. How do you come back from that? “He’s the one that broke up with me.” You reminded your friend.

“Yea, and then he found his mind again, realized the total ass he made of himself, and wants to try and undo it.” You laughed a little at Gojos phrasing, but it hurt. Your smile felt like an open wound these days, begging for salt.

“Well then that sucks for him.”

“Ok, well then, when do you want to go and get your stuff from his apartment?” Gojo finally asked. “If you’re sure this relationship is dead, you might as well take it off life support, right?” you sighed. Gojo was right. If you weren’t going to take the initiative to try and get back together, might as well tie up the loose ends.

“Tomorrow.” You said with a harsh nod, as if that was what made it final. “Kento should be in the states now. I'll just leave my key on the bar.” You muttered. Gojo nodded and took a drink of his tea.

“Alright then. I can give you a ride tomorrow.”

💛💛💛

The air was thick as blood as you made your way to Nanami's house. You didn’t have any tears left in you to shed, so the sky wept for you. You and Gojo respected enough to keep the drive quiet. This was it. This was final. Once you remove yourself from his apartment…You’ll have no connection to Nanami left. That burden was more than an anchor on your soul, it was a fucking canon ball. Tearing you apart as it tore through you.

“Is that his Fucking car?!” You yelped as Nanami's apartment came into view and, yes, his car. “Isn’t he supposed to be in the states?!”

“He probably got a ride to the airport Y/n.” Gojo reminded you. Oh. Yea. that was actually really logical, who leaves their car at the airport for a month?

“Oh, right.” You muttered, embarrassment lacing your voice. Gojo parked next to Nanami's car.

“Want me to go in with you?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I just…I need some time to..say goodbye, I guess?” you muttered. Gojo nodded and patted your back softly.

“Let me know if you need me.” He muttered to you as you left the car, making your way up the stairs to say goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known. You slid your kid into the door and hesitated. This was it. This was the last time you’d ever do this. You took a deep, jagged breath, and opened the door.

Only to be met with the face of your ex, sitting at his bar, nursing a coke and whiskey at 9 am, looking like a deer in headlights as he stared at his opening door. You didn’t imagine you looked any better. You both sat there, staring at each other in a very loud silence. Both of you daring the other to break the tension somehow. It felt like someone had pressed pause on the movie of your life at the worst possible time, so, you decided to press play.

“I thought you were supposed to be in the states..” You muttered, stepping in and closing the door.

“I told them to give the job to someone else..” He felt so childish and stupid saying it. It really had been easy that whole time, and it was killing him. He’d thrown away his relationship over fucking nothing, like a fool. Like a fucking petulant child. “You were right..” He admitted.

The ease at which he was able to get out of the business trip sent another wave of red hot rage through you. You scoffed.

“Well, I’m just here to get my stuff, then I’ll go.” you huffed. Suddenly, Nanami was on his feet, reaching out to you in almost fear.

“No, don’t go.” He begged. “I-I never wanted you to go-”

“Then why did you tell me to leave?” You cut him off, more heat to your voice than you ever intended.

“Because I was frustrated, refusing to see your side and when I saw my side falter, I lashed out in the most childish way possible.” Of course, leave it to Kento Nanami to over analyze any interaction to cut down to the heart of it and articulate the problem with the confidence of a therapist.

“Yea, well…your words still hurt me!” You said, not having the articulation Nanami did when it came to emotions.

“I know, and I’m so, so sorry. I never should have let my feelings hurt yours.” Nanami said, slowly approaching you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, to kiss you like he’d never kissed before, to remind you just how much he loved you. But, he didn’t want to scare you away even more. You stood in his living room, crossing your arms and trying not to let him in. Why were you trying so hard not to let him in?

“I’m not going to apologize.” You muttered.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Nanami said, finally close enough to touch you. He gently placed his hands on your hips. “You just wanted me to be home..”

“I still want you to be home…” You muttered softly, letting him pull you closer.

“I want to be home…” He assured you, “And I want you to be home too…” he purred as he pulled you into his chest. For the first time in two weeks you felt warm and truly safe. Your heart burst out with rays of sunshine, and your soul called out to him in overwhelming ways. You gave into the undeniable pull that was Nanami, falling into a full hug and burying your face into his chest. You felt hot tears spring to your eyes as emotions overwhelmed you.

“Ken..” You muttered, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

“I missed you so much Y/n,” Nanami promised, showing he was thinking exactly what you were, as he pulled you into a kiss. Nothing had ever felt more right. Like the universe had finally corrected itself and righted its course. The world made sense again. Gravity held you down, earth revolved around the sun, and you loved Kento Nanami.

He pulled you closer, his warmth overwhelming you. He tasted like cinnamon whiskey, which was fitting because you swore you were getting drunk on his presence. Your body called out to Nanami, and he answered, his hands starting to wander down your body. The kiss was shifting from gentle to desperate quicker that you could fully keep up with. Your arms moved from around his waist to tangle into his hair.

“I love you Y/n” Nanami panted as he pulled away from the kiss, “I need you.”

“I need you too.” You confirmed. That was all Nanami needed to hear. He picked you up desperately, wasting no time in getting you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and immediately started to kiss you again. He needed to kiss you more than he needed to breathe. You kissed him back like it was the last thing keeping you grounded to this earth. You clung to him desperately, silently begging him to never let you go again.

His hands fumbled with the button of your jeans, ripping them and your underwear off you as quickly as possible. He needed you now. You quickly undid his belt and unzipped his slacks, needing him just as bad as he needed you. His hands slipped in between your legs, his fingers slipping in between your folds. The two of you hadn’t fallen out of sync. He massaged expert circles into your clit, earning him a sweet moan from you. God, he had heard nothing more beautiful in his life.

Two of his fingers managed to slip into your weeping pussy, and he actually chuckled a bit. “Did you miss me darling?” He teased, noticing how warm of a welcome your cunt gave him. You just moaned in response, focused on how the pleasure built up inside of you. You death gripped his shirt as the ecstasy began to grow overwhelming.

“Fuck Ken, please..” You moaned out as Nanami curled his fingers into you, massaging your overly sensitive g-spot. “I need you so bad..” Say no more. He finished what you had started, pushing his pants down enough to free his cock.

You moaned out his name as he pushed inside of you, a heat already building up inside of your stomach to let you know you weren’t going to last long. “Fuck, I missed you so much..” Nanami whimpered as he bottomed out into your warmth, your pussy drawing him in, welcoming him home. He spent more than a few nights these past two weeks fantasizing about this cunt, but there was no way in the world his fist could ever come close to the real deal.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered out, struggling at the brutal pace Nanami set. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to fuck you into a coma. You wouldn’t be all that mad if he did. Your body sang in elation to be rejoined with him, every nerve ending you had exploding in euphoria.

Nanami's lips connected with your neck, sucking a harsh mark there, followed by a rough kiss. “You’re mine, ok?” He growled in an uncharacteristically possessive way, one that sent butterflies straight to your cunt. “You’re mine.”

“Ok,” You moaned breathlessly, the heat building into an overwhelming crescendo.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“What?” your brain was not functioning at the level he currently demanded.

“Say. It.” He growled, punctuating every word with a particularly hard thrust to your cervix. You whined out in pleasure and pain.

“I’m yours!” You yelled, “I’m yours Kento, all yours and only yours!” You whined out.

“Atta girl,” Nanami purred, one of his hands slipping down to massage your clit, setting every inch of you on fire. You were running to the edge faster than the speed of light, and stopping at this point was impossible.

“K-Ken, I’m-!” Which is as far as you got before you flew over the edge, squirting all over your lover, his cock buried deep inside of you. Nanami fucked your fluttering pussy, losing himself in everything you. He wasn't far behind you, cumming into your cervix just as you were coming down from your own high, a string of curses and praise falling from his lips.

Nanami narrowly avoided collapsing on you, pulling out managing to fall next to you instead. He wasted no time in pulling you into his arms though. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

“I love you…” he whispered softly.

“I love you too…” you whispered back. A knock on the door startled you both, you letting out a yelp while Nanami pulled you into a protective grip.

“So are you guys back together now, or what?” Gojo asked from the other side of the door.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x reader smut #pussy drunk nanami #nanami angst #nanami x reader angst #fluff if ya squint #nanami kento smut

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yikesharringrove · 1 year

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He didn’t mean to hightail it straight to the nearest bar. He didn’t even know what a dive bar a was doing out in the fucking backwoods of Indiana, anyway.

Billy’d just gotten in a big fuckin’ fight with his old man, shimmied out the window of their new house, and started walking.

And he happened across a bar.

He didn’t have his wallet on him, rookie move, but he figured his black eye and three-day-old moving stubble might help him out a bit here.

The bouncer gave him an odd look, glaring him down as he approached, but let him pass without asking for identification.

There were motorcycles parked in the gravel lot, along with some sensible looking Mom Cars.

It was dim inside, and the floor was kinda sticky, but they were playing Patti Smith on a shitty jukebox, so he decided to stay.

He took a seat at the bar.

The bartender gave him the same funny look the bouncer did. She was one hell of a woman, her leather jacket had a pair of handcuffs sewn onto the front, she had her nose, lips, and eyebrows pierced. Her hair was greying and cropped into a very similar crew cut to Neil’s.

“What’ll it be?”

“Whiskey, please. And maybe a beer, Darling.” He winked.

She laughed.

“Honey, you know where you are, right? This is a fuckin’ dyke bar, and you’re no older than sixteen. You’ll have a pop and you’ll be grateful for it.” She had a slight southern drawl to her voice. Texas. Like his mom.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, quit it with that shit.” She scooped ice into a glass, and poured him a cola from the well. “Why you here? It got somethin’ to do with that shiner?”

He took a long drink of the soda.

He didn’t know if it was her voice, or the fact that for the first time in a long time, he was with his own people.

“Yeah.”

“Someone at home?”

“Yeah.”

“‘Cause you’re a homo?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled at him, although this one wasn’t the sad one he’d been expecting. It was understanding.

“We’ll, Baby. You come here if you ever need a safe place to roost, okay? We all know when one of our own needs saving. You come here, and you ask for Susan, and we’ll get your mind off that bruise.”

He took another long drink of his soda, but this time, to try and swallow down the stupid sob that was trying to force its way out.

“Thank you. I’m, I didn’t realize what kind of bar this is. I didn’t really know that people like us were out here. My dad, he, uh, moved us here. From California. He caught me with a boy.” He averted his gaze from Susan’s face, making patterns in the condensation on the side of his glass. Patti Smith turned over to The Runaways. Some women were dancing by the jukebox now. “He told me we were coming here so I couldn’t do any of that fairy shit.” He furrowed his brow on the last line, puffing up his chest in an imitation of his father.

“Just because people hate us more here, doesn’t mean we don’t exist. Queers live everywhere, whether people like your daddy like it or not. He can’t stop us from living any better than he can stop the sun from rising.”

Susan scooped some ice into a clean bar towel, securing it closed with the yellow crunchy around her wrist. She slid it across the bar to Billy, and he put it on his eye gratefully.

“Don’t lose that scrunchy. That’s my wife’s favorite one, and she won’t speak to me for a month if I give it to some kid.”

“Yeah? Your old lady a hardass?” Billy grinned.

There was something, so fucking good, about talking to Susan. Talking to an actual fucking grown up. Someone with a life, and a partner. A queer, like him, who actually found love. And, by the dreamy grin on her face, had found happiness.

“Hollie would yell herself hoarse is she heard you call her old. She don’t look a day over thirty-five, she’ll tell you. We’ve been together for over twenty years. That’s why she’s my wife. We can’t get married yet, but she’s not my fucking girlfriend. We’re not silly high schoolers goin’ to the prom, and shit. No offense.”

“Nah, I may be a silly high schooler, but I’d rather be dead than go to any prom. Especially with a girl. No offense.”

“Hey, you’re in my bar, and we don’t allow bad talk about women. Unless you ex-girl fucked you over. Then we talk a whole lotta shit.” She refilled Billy’s soda. “But you could always go with a friend.”

“I’ve lived in this town for four days, I don’t have any friends, let alone a beard. Maybe if I did, my dad wouldn’t’ve popped me tonight.”

Susan’s smile faltered a little bit.

“Sweetie, I don’t like to interfere. And I know that most of the time, getting CPS involved makes it worse. But Baby, are you safe? I know he hits you, but do you think he’d-” she trailed off. “I’ve just seen some shit, you know? Boys like you with fathers like yours. Boys that didn’t survive.”

“Everything my dad does, is because he’s scared of how people see him. He’s terrified that people won’t think he’s a great father or a respectable citizen. I don’t think he’d get that low.”

But, in truth, Billy didn’t know.

He’s been getting hits from his dad since he was a kid. And there are times when Billy had thought well, this is it.

But Susan was right. CPS never did anything but piss off his dad.

Susan looked thoughtful.

She grabbed a napkin, and pulled a pen out of her leather jacket.

“I’m giving you the number here. You call if you need anything. We take care of our own, okay?” He nodded in response. “Finish your pop, and get back on home. I’m sure you have a curfew to mind.”

Billy winced, looking up at Susan, feeling like such shit after her kindness.

“I don’t have my wallet.”

“Yeah, you don’t have shoes on either, Dumbass.” She winked at him again. “Holl!” She shouted towards the group of women dancing by the jukebox. “This little birdie needs a ride!”

A short woman came drifting over. Her hair was dark black, and swept clear below her ass. She could’ve sat on it and not noticed.

The scrunchy made sense.

She was short, much shorter than Susan, but she beamed up at her, turning to smile just as warmly at Billy.

“What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Billy.”

It was kind of nice, being called terms of endearment by these two women. He liked that they weren’t trying to pull one over on him. He felt safe.

Susan slid a set of keys to Hollie.

“Take Billy home, please. We don’t need him walking around outside.”

Hollie ushered Billy out of his seat, climbing in the stool herself to lean over the bar. She and Susan kissed over the bar, and that funny hopeful feeling washed over Billy again.

“You’re welcome here whenever you want, Baby. You’re not the first little gay boy we’ve had in here, and you won’t be the last. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thank you, seriously, I-thank you.”

Susan beamed at him, sliding Hollie’s yellow scrunchy back in her wrist.

#Susan is based of a real person and she’s the most specialist to me #billy hargrove #yikes writes

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goodnightmemes · 1 year

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YELLOWJACKETS SEASON ONE SENTECE STARTERS

❛ So what do you think really happened out there? ❜

❛ All I know is that what happened was a tragedy. ❜

❛ Is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out? ❜

❛ I don't give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch. You don't know a fucking thing about my life. ❜

❛ Want a quickie in the bathroom? ❜

❛ I'm pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks. ❜

❛ I liked the saints. They were all so tragic. ❜

❛ You're the only one who's always been there for me. ❜

❛ You're the best friend I've ever had. You know that, right? ❜

❛ We agreed. Say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye. ❜

❛ We're gonna need to change the bandages soon. And then hourly after that. ❜

❛ Are you trying to be adorable with me? Does that usually work for you? ❜

❛ You are so mad. And yet so wrong. ❜

❛ You crazy fucking bitch. ❜

❛ If you maybe want to maybe get a drink another 20 years from now, you'll know how to reach me. ❜

❛ They'll be here to rescue us by morning. ❜

❛ If poison ivy's what kills me out here, then I deserve to die. ❜

❛ We think we know what we're doing, but really we have no clue. ❜

❛ Wolves can kill anything if the pack's big enough. ❜

❛ If you want me busting kneecaps, it's gonna cost extra. ❜

❛ You know, you can learn so much about a person by going through their personal refuse. ❜

❛ You two are the worst for each other, and I don't want to pull you out of that toxic shit again. ❜

❛ It's so easy for you to judge others with your perfect life, right? ❜

❛ We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there's porn. ❜

❛ You're beautiful when you're honest. ❜

❛ Well, mainly, I've just been trying to channel you, so I've been being dark and deadpan. ❜

❛ Oh, please don't be mad. It's a really long drive home, and uncomfortable silences make me uncomfortable. ❜

❛ The worst is behind us, okay? We're gonna be fine. ❜

❛ Are you kidding me right now? "A bad feeling"? I don't believe in that shit, and you're not going to either. ❜

❛ I don't know what you're so scared of. You've already got blood on your hands. ❜

❛ I think bad things happened here. ❜

❛ I think we should get together and strategize. You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard. ❜

❛ Look, you can follow me or not, just don't slow me down. ❜

❛ Is this some kind of sex thing? ❜

❛ I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past. ❜

❛ Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia is the opposite of a turn-on? ❜

❛ I know when you look at me, you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, you're wrong. ❜

❛ Okay. Yes, ma'am/sir. I'll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You had to know I was, like, totally in love with you, right? ❜

❛ It doesn't matter how shitty of parents they are. It still fucks you up when they're gone. ❜

❛ I don't understand why I'm the only one in this family who thinks that actions should have consequences. ❜

❛ Well, you've never been good at being anything other than yourself. Honestly, it's your superpower. ❜

❛ You can't keep not pitching in. People are noticing. ❜

❛ I don't belong here, and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. ❜

❛ Wait, is this a pep talk? Wow, that is so not your style. ❜

❛ Cheering people up is your thing. ❜

❛ You make people feel like things are gonna be okay just by showing up and...being your dumb, hot, awesome self. At least you always did that for me. ❜

❛ I feel like I just look like I fell off a Fifty Shades of Grey bus tour. ❜

❛ I just had a brainstorm. We should have a seance. ❜

❛ You're so not fine. Do you think I can't see that? ❜

❛ You poisoned me. Why? ❜

❛ Why can't you accept the possibility that there are things in this world we don't understand? ❜

❛ Please. Promise me you won't do anything stupid. ❜

❛ I'd sell my firstborn for a cheesesteak right now. ❜

❛ I am beyond upset. I don't even know who the hell you are right now. ❜

❛ It's not your fault. What happened. ❜

❛ I can't imagine how exhausting it must've been, always comparing yourself to someone so beautiful and smart. ❜

❛ You know, for someone who went through some shit of their own, it never ceases to amaze me how shut off you are to help. ❜

❛ I have no regrets. None. And I want you to know that. ❜

❛ I think I'm seeing things. In the Bible, people had visions, right? Like prophets and stuff? ❜

❛ I don't want to die! ❜

❛ The '50 s called, they want your dumbass attitude back. ❜

❛ Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the fact that you're a terrible person keep you up tonight. ❜

❛ You're not gonna talk me out of this. ❜

❛ And who knows? With you as our fearless fucking leader, we might actually make it. ❜

❛ I know that this makes me, like, this totally selfish asshole, but I don't want you to go, okay? ❜

❛ You're obviously hiding something from me, and it's making me feel crazy. ❜

❛ What did I do? When did you stop wanting me to be your best friend? ❜

❛ I'm just saying, you know, if this was a horror movie, she'd be the villain, right? ❜

❛ Not the first time I've been held hostage. ❜

❛ You see, that is what we call leverage in my line of work. Let me go, and I'll tell you everything I know. ❜

❛ You only have leverage if I am not willing to make you talk, which, in this case, means that you have no leverage at all. ❜

❛ You guys are just as fucked-up as I am. You're just better at lying to yourselves. You're not healthy. You're not stable. You're living on the brink, just like me. ❜

❛ Every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens. That's who you are. ❜

❛ You know what? I really thought that we had something. Okay? And I thought this was… ❜

❛ I hate to break it to you, but we were just fucking. And your whole high school crush on me was really cute, but now it's just pathetic. ❜

❛ If this is an anniversary present, you are three months and my entire personality off. ❜

❛ Relationships are bullshit anyway. Trust me. Whatever you did, she'll get over it. ❜

❛ I'm pretty much the best friend you have right now. And that's not much of a competition, is it? ❜

❛ If I'm being honest, not a single one of those things felt...real. ❜

❛ I'm the reason she went. And I'm the reason she got hurt. ❜

❛ It's like if someone made me feel "it" ... it wasn't gonna be good for anybody, you know? ❜

❛ There is no "safe" anymore. ❜

❛ I wish I'd never fucking met you. ❜

❛ You don't understand. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you... Please. I am begging you. Please. Please, just go. ❜

❛ Hey. Look, nothing has happened yet. We can still fix this. Just need you to put down the knife. And we can talk this through. ❜

❛ We'll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending death. ❜

❛ You were never supposed to get involved in this. It just... It got out of control. ❜

❛ What do you mean, you killed someone? Like you murdered someone? ❜

❛ I can't believe you thought I was going to book club this whole time. ❜

❛ When did we become these people who lie and cheat and do awful things and just stay together because…'cause why? ❜

❛ We've always been these people. Secrets have always been a part of us. ❜

❛ You could've talked to me about that, you know. For a long time, I thought maybe you might, but… ❜

❛ Friendship doesn't matter. Love doesn't matter. They're just things that we use to pretend we aren't gonna end up like dead cabin guy; like rotted-out husks in some bullshit attic. ❜

❛ Don't you understand? You don't matter anymore. ❜

❛ That's enough of your weird fucking bullshit. Haven't you done enough? ❜

❛ 12% of all killers are caught buying cleaning supplies. Also, regular bleach leaves behind hemoglobin for the luminol tests. ❜

❛ I think what you mean to say is, "Hi, [name]. It's so great to see you after all this time. Thanks for swinging by and helping us cover up a murder." ❜

❛ You know, gardening, PTA, dismembering my lover's corpse. ❜

❛ I saw something. After...it happened. I don't think I was dead. But I wasn't really alive, either. I think I was, like...In-between. ❜

❛ I know what I saw. I don't know what it meant. But I know I saw something. Something was out there with us. ❜

❛ We just howl at the moon now and have fucking orgies? ❜

❛ You're so obsessed with yourself, I'm surprised you're aware other people even exist. ❜

❛ I'm not jealous of you. I feel sorry for you. Because you're weak. And I think that deep down, you know it. ❜

❛ I'd say it was soul-crushing, if I remembered what it felt like to have one. ❜

❛ So glad you're joining us. We've been waiting for you. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter meme #*tv #*yj

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huggybug · 2 years

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I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write something with twin sister of quinn and trevor, he has liked you for a while, older female, always see each other at the lake house, obvs that he has a crush/in love with you for years, he doesn’t try to hid it, maybe you give him a chance this year in mich? xx

when i first read this, all i could think of was does your mother know from mamma mia.. so yeah that’s where i was kinda going lol

“You’re going to send that poor boy into an early grave” You laughed when your mom shook her head at Trevor who was completely ignoring Jack and instead staring at you.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Trevor had developed a crush on you over the past few months. Whenever you came home from school, he was always around. He was a nice kid and it was obvious that he liked you but the problem was that he was way too young. Two years wasn’t insane but when he’s only 16 and you were a first year college student, it was huge.

“Y/n can you please leave?” Jack asked, coming into the kitchen. You look at your mom who looks just as confused as you.

“Excuse me?” You ask.

Jack sighs, “Trevor is like obsessed with you but we have a project to finish and we can’t do that if you’re here for him to look at” You and your mom burst out laughing which made Jack cross his arms over his chest. He was already frustrated enough that they had to do this stupid project and now his best friend was too busy staring at you for them to get any work done.

“C’mon sweetie, let’s go to the mall for a bit” You nod, grabbing your phone and following your mom to the front door.

You pause at the living room, looking in to see Trevor and Alex talking about something. “Good luck with the project boys!” You wave before turning away quickly, not wanting Jack to yell at you for distracting Trevor even more.

You were already gone by the time your younger brother got back to find Trevor with flushed cheeks and Alex laughing at him. “Dude, it’s never going to happen get over it”

Every time you’ve seen Trevor since, it has gone fairly similar. As he got older, he tried talking to you more and after a few summers at the lake house, you two became friends but his crush never went away. With your new friendship, Trevor was more confident around you and instead of blushing every time you spoke to him, he started to really lay into the flirting. You thought it was funny and you really liked how much it bothered Jack.

All their friends gave Trevor shit for it but he never relented. The flirting was never too much, it was usually easy enough to laugh it off but Trevor was on a mission this summer.

“Anyone want a drink?” Trevor offered, coming out of the house with a few cans in his hand. You shielded your eyes as you sat up in your lounge chair, twisting around to look at Trevor. He looked good this summer, definitely much older and... stronger than last year.

“Are you even old enough to have alcohol?” You teased as you held out a hand which he quickly placed a truly into.

Trevor scoffed, “I’m 21 Y/n” He said it like you didn’t know. As if you weren’t aware that he was the same age as your little brother.

“So old enough to drink but not to date? Something’s not adding up” Cole laughed and Trevor glared at him. That was another thing, Trevor hadn’t had a girlfriend for years. You weren’t sure why exactly, all you knew was that the boys loved to tease him for ‘waiting around for you’. Personally, you didn’t believe he had stayed ‘loyal’ to you but you never said anything, it wasn’t like you cared.

“Isn’t the whole ‘NHL player thing’ kind of an easy way to find a girlfriend?” Luke asked and you looked at him, kicking him discreetly because that’s not a very nice thing to say.

“How’s your girlfriend Hughesy?” Trevor fired back and Luke pulled a face.

“Not in the NHL yet”

“Yeah and when you are you’ll get all the girls right?” You ask your youngest brother who rolls his eyes at you.

“Woah is Y/n... defending Trev?” Alex asked and you were internally fighting the blush that was threatening to appear.

“My time has finally come boys!” Trevor drops down onto your chair and you laugh.

“You wish Z”

...

“Come on, just give me a shot” Trevor’s arm was draped over your shoulders and you laughed lightly. You were talking to Quinn about something when Trevor drunkenly made his way over, effectively interrupting the conversation.

“How long has this been going on?” Quinn asks.

“Five years” Trevor says emphatically, “Just one date babe, it’s all I want”

“I’d never live it down if I went out with you Trev” Jack would never let you hear the end of it. Even if it was just one date, you went out with Trevor and that was apparently hilarious for him to even imagine.

Trevor pouted, “It’d totally be worth it”

...

As the days went on and more and more started to be spent with Trevor, you found yourself coming around to the idea of possibly entertaining a date with him.

The things you used to find silly like him fighting to be on your team for beer pong, was now cute. When he sat next to you at dinner instead of Cole, it was sweet. Over the summer, Trevor Zegras grew on you but you weren’t going to cave just to parade it around your friends at the lake house… maybe you’d just have to take a trip to Anaheim this fall.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes happy all star break😁

_alexturcotte oh my god he finally did it

trevorzegras secrets out..

y/nhughes it was a peaceful 3 months :(

lhughes_06 3 MONTHS??

jackhughes i can’t even be mad… i’m in shock

mattboldy he did the impossible

trevorzegras thanks for the support

patrickmoynihan_ i knew you could do it bud!

quinnhughes_ is this a joke??

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras how you get the girl

y/nhughes 💗

jackhughes how you get the girl… in 5 years

trevorzegras working on my long game

colecaufield i still can’t believe this

mbeniers10 i’m impressed by the dedication

trevorzegras hard work pays off baby

#lake house day!#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #anaheim ducks

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women-are-hot · 2 years

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Everything I Wanted (Magdalena Eriksson)

Summary: a day in a life with magda and y/n’s family.

Warnings: FLUFF

Note: this may be quite different from my wattpad version, cause on wattpad i could put a video in, but it just looks dumb here, so i hope it still ended up being okay. also, this is one i wrote in christmas, so yeahhh.

"Victoria & Jonathan" I yelled as I got into the living room, where they sat and ate their breakfast.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"Take on some warm clothes. We're going for a walk in the snow" I answered with a smile.

"YEAH" They yelled and then they ran to the hallway and got their jackets and shoes on.

Now I just have to find Magda.

"Magda?!" I yelled.

"I know we're going out for a walk. I just have to do something first" Magda yelled back.

"Seriolusy, can't it wait?" I asked as I opened the door to our bedroom.

"GET OUT" Magda yelled and slammed the door in my face.

"What the hell, Magda?" I yelled.

"You can't see it. You can see It later" Magda yelled back.

"Okay okay, but can you please be quick. We're going for a FAMILY walk" I said.

"2 minutes and then I'm ready, babe" Magda replied.

"Okay, hurry" I yelled as I took my coat and shoes on.

Minutes later Magda came, already having her coat and shoes on.

She came and kissed me.

"See, only two minutes," she said.

"Two minutes and 46 seconds actually means 3 minutes, but whatever, let's go" I responded.

Magda shakes her head and takes my and Victoria's hand, while I take hers and Jonathan's hand.

Let's now have a lovely walk in the snow at 1. december.

—

Magda and I sat on a bench, while we watched our lovely children play on the playground, but of course something was not right.

It's literally so cold and I'm freezing as hell but I forget my gloves.

How stupid can I be?!

"Something wrong?" Magda asked me.

"I forgot my gloves," I answered.

"Again?" Magda asked.

"Yep, again" I replied, annoyed at myself.

It then becomes silent again.

"Here, take my gloves" Magda said and handed me her gloves.

"But then you'll get cold" I replied with a pout.

"Nah, I'm too hot for that" she said as she took my hand and put the glove on.

"Dumbass" I mumbled with a laugh.

Magda, of course, heard it and gasped.

"So you don’t think I’m hot?" Magda asked me with a smirk.

"Of course. You're the hottest person alive" I answered and kissed Magda's cheek, while laughing.

"That's what I thought" Magda replied and laughed too.

Our laughter was soon interrupted by Victoria and Jonathan.

"Mom, can we please go home? I'm freezing" Victoria asked.

"Of course. Let's go home and drink some hot chocolate" I answered as I lifted Victoria up in my arms, holding her.

"Mama, will you please hold me, like mom holds Victoria?" Jonathan asked Magda.

"Of course, come here" Magda replied and lifted Jonathan up in her arms.

"Now let's go home," I said.

—

We were now home again after a nice walk in the snow.

Victoria and Jonathan we're watching a Christmas movie, while Magda and I we're making snacks and hot chocolate.

"Y/n?" Magda said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"It’s just, your lips look really cold, so I thought that you maybe wanted me to warm them?" she said with a little awkward smile which I laughed at, but also because her pick up line was pretty bade

"You're my girlfriend. You can warm my lips every second if you like" I replied with a smirk.

"Right" was the only thing Magda said and then kissed me.

We just stood there for a few seconds, enjoying each other and kissing.

"Mama" we heard someone say.

Magda stopped kissing me as she looked at our son.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked him.

"Can you please come and read a book for us?" Jonathan asked with his cute puppy eyes.

"Of course, I'm coming in 1 minute" Magda answered and then Jonathan went into the living room.

Magda kissed me again.

"Sounds like the movie is already done" she said with her cute smile.

I just laid my head on her shoulder.

"I have to go now, love" Magda said as she kissed my head.

"The kids want me" she added with a big smile and then went into the living room.

—

I walked into the living room with some snacks and hot chocolate for the kids.

"Thanks mom" Victoria said politely

I kissed her head and then we saw one more Christmas movie.

—

The movie was almost done, but Victoria and Jonathan had already fallen asleep.

"Let's take them up in their beds" Magda said as she took Jonathan in her arms, while I took Victoria in mine.

Magda and I kissed their heads and got out of the room.

"Mom" I heard Jonathan yell.

I turned around to Magda.

"I'm coming in a few minutes" I said and kissed her.

Then I walked into Jonathan's room and saw Victoria was also there.

I sat down between them on the bed.

"What is it, honey?" I asked them.

"Can you sing a goodnight song for us please?" Victoria asked shyly.

"Absolutely! Lay down then" I answered.

The kids with their big smiles, got under the duvets and got ready to sleep.

—

After I was done singing the song, I could see that both Victoria and Jonathan had fallen asleep.

I kissed their heads and then walked into the living room, where Magda sat and watched some tv.

As soon as I sat down on the couch, Magda took me into her arms.

"I didn't know you could sing," she said as she caressed my arm.

"Every woman has her secrets" I responded with a smile.

"You can say that," she said with a smirk.

"What does that mean, Miss Eriksson?" I asked her.

"Remember when I told you to fuck off, earlier" Magda said.

I then sit up,

"Yeah, not funny at all actually" I responded.

Magda just laughed and then got up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

Magda didn't respond.

"Babe?" I said, trying to get her attention.

"I'm coming" she replied as she came back into the living room with a gift.

"Why do you have a gift with you?" I teased her.

"Cause it's 1. December, so I thought that I should get you something" Magda responded and sat down on the couch again.

"You didn't have to get me something" I said, feeling bad that I didn't have something for her.

Magda just smiled, while running her fingers through my hair.

"It doesn't matter, my love. Now open it" she said.

I smiled at her then opened the gift. It was a beautiful ring with white and blue diamonds.

"Thank you Magda. It's beautiful, but why did you buy it for me?" I asked.

"It's a sign that one day I'm going to marry you, but I thought that we should wait for the wedding after we're done with our career," Magda said and put the ring on my finger.

"So It's a promise ring?" I asked, looking into her beautiful eyes.

"Yeah. A promise that one day I will marry you," she answered and kissed me.

"I'm already excited for that day," I whispered with a smile.

"Me too, my love"

—

#woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso #gxg #magdalena eriksson imagines #magdalena eriksson imagine #magdalena eriksson x reader #magda eriksson imagines #magda eriksson imagine #magda eriksson x reader

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laurenairay · 1 year

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Hope I’m not too late! 10 with Brock Boeser? 💞

10 – “Just tell me why you did it.” – Brock Boeser

771 words.

A little angsty one to finish off this prompt list round! Thanks for choosing Brock to end with, anon!

“Well tonight was a shitshow.”

You turned your head sharply to look at your boyfriend as he muttered those sharp words, frowning as you closed the front door of your apartment behind. Brock had been in a foul mood since the two of you left the bar that the Canucks and better halves had been out in this evening, and his surly expression in the taxi home had only served to rile you up. Now it seemed he was ready to blow. Great.

“Considering you’ve been acting like a bitch for the past half hour, yeah I would agree,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Me? I’m the one acting like a bitch?” he said, laughing dryly.

Oh he wouldn’t dare…

“You’d better think about what words you want to say next very carefully,” you warned.

Brock scowled lightly, raising your hackles.

“You want me to choose my words carefully? Fine. You were flirting with that guy at the bar in front of everyone! It was humiliating!”

Your jaw dropped at his words, genuine confusion flooding your body. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

“You’re kidding me right? He was just being friendly! And I was just being polite because someone left me on my own!” you said angrily.

“He bought you a drink! That wasn’t just being friendly,” Brock spat.

“Oh come on, really? You, you of all people are going to get jealous over people chatting in a bar?” you shot back.

His cheeks flushed slightly, knowing just how many girls flirted with him in bars, but he folded his arms over his chest and stared you down. Stupid, stubborn boy.

“Just tell me why you did it.””

“Why I let another guy buy me a drink?”

“Yeah, that,” Brock said, clenching his jaw.

You huffed out a breath, shaking your head. “I wanted a drink. He was at the bar. He saw I was alone because someone was too busy being Brilliant Brock Boeser. He bought me a drink. End of.”

“Really? You expect me to believe he didn’t want anything else from you?”

“That’s literally it, you ridiculous jealous idiot. I don’t care what he wanted – I knew that I didn’t want anything from him. If you can’t bring yourself to believe me, like I have to believe you every single time you go out, then what’s the point?”

He froze slightly, eyes widening. “What do you mean?”

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. You could tell that he was backing down from his anger and jealousy at your phrasing, but it just made your anger flare even more.

“You don’t get to have a double standard, Brock. I’m not going to beg and plead for you to believe me because you should trust me. I don’t do that to you so you don’t get to do that to me,” you said sharply.

It wasn’t fair, not in the slightest. Boyfriend or not, he didn’t get to treat you like this.

“Baby, wait, I didn’t mean-”

“But you did, Brock,” you interrupted, “You did mean it. You don’t get to act like that, treat me like that, not now and not ever.”

“Please don’t break up with me. Please,” Brock said, eyes begging just as much as his words were.

You groaned, closing your eyes briefly as you tilted your head back in frustration. The drama of this was exhausting.

“I’m not going to break up with you. But you understand why I’m so mad at you, right?” you said, looking back at him.

“Yeah, I do. I’m a stupid, jealous idiot, I know,” Brock said sadly.

You sighed, shaking your head. What a shitshow tonight was, he’d been right about that.

“I think you should sleep on the sofa tonight,” you said softly.

Brock let out a shaky breath, but nodded. “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want. You’ll still be here in the morning though, when I wake up, right?”

You ran your hand through your hair, knowing you shouldn’t agree but also knowing it was the best thing to do. Leaving before he was awake would do irreparable damage to your relationship – and you weren’t ready to let go of him yet.

“Yeah, I’ll be here in the morning. We can talk again when things aren’t so…raw,” you sighed.

“Thank you,” Brock said quickly, flashing you a tight smile, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

You just nodded. This was not the way you’d expected your evening to go and so far from how you wanted to leave things until morning, so you could only hope that tomorrow would bring a better day.

#my writing #brock boeser blurb #prompt list blurbs #brock boeser x reader #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser fic #brock boeser fanfic #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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loveon-venus · 1 year

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𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙺𝙰𝚄𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚉 𝚡 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Pt.2

Awkward

I see the guys mouth moving frantically. I can’t make out anything that he’s saying so I grab his hand and pull him into one of the V.I.P rooms in the venue. Then I let go of his hand and I look up at him.

“You’re really tall….anyway you where saying?”

He looks at me stunned and quickly stammers to say something

“U-um sorry for grabbing you like that I just didn’t want you to fall and- oh god I’m making this awkward”

“Awkward?…”

I look him up and down. His posture making him come off confident and seductive rather then what his tone of speech could lead you to think. I stare at his face analyzing his bone structure.

“Um hello?”

I return to my senses and look at him directly

“Ah sorry I got distracted…if you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?”

“Bill, Bill Kaulitz”

You have got to be fucking kidding me- I analyzed Bill Kaulitz’s body structure and I didn’t know who it was how stupid could I be?!

“Wait lead singer of Tokio Hotel right??”

“Yup that’s me”

He smiles widely.

Damnit his smile is perfect in person too

“Sorry for staring at you like that you know just like fashion stand point-“

Fuck now I’m making this awkward..

“It’s okay I understand! especially sense my style is close to your designs”

I nod and look up at him until we get interrupted.

“HEYYY Y/N! Oh- looks like you found yourself your boy toy~”

I glare at her until I notice someone following her.

“Oh hey Tom”

Bill waves towards him as I look at them back and forth.

You have got to me kidding me…both of the kaulitz twins are here…AND WHY LAST TIME I CHECKED THEY HAVEN’T GONE TO ANY FASHION SHOWS WHAT THE HEL-

My thought process immediately gets interrupted by Ally throwing a god damn bottle at me.

“Drink up bitch you look like your one second away from exploding..”

“Thanks Ally”

She try’s to pass me a bottle opener but I just open it with my teeth.

“Y/n I swear to god you need to stop doing that OR ELSE YOUR GOD DAMN TOOTH IS GONNA POP OUT”

“Please shut up..”

Bill’s POV

“So it looks like you did meet your little crush”

“Yeah well so did you”

I grab one of the bottles Tom is holding, open it and take a couple of chugs.

“Slow down there you’ll do fine plus it looks like they’re already interested”

I look over to them as I do they quickly turn away while Ally shakes her a little smirking at her.

“You think so?”

“I know so! Anyway I’m mainly excited going back to Ally’s hotel room tonight~”

I look over at him. He looks back at me then he moves his eyebrows up and down.

“I highly doubt that…”

“Really?!”

“Yeah”

“Just you wait Bill just you wait..”

“HEY YOU TWO GET OVER HERE!”

“Ally please your getting loud…”

“NO Y/N I THINK YOU NEED TO GET LOUD!”

“No thanks”

I walk over to them and sit next to Y/n. Tom sits next to Ally as he smoothly puts his arm around her.

Damn he actually got her-

Y/n’s POV

“Looks like Ally got her boyfriend”

He looks at me a little confused.

“Oh it’s just that Ally has a big crush on your brother she’s had it for a while..”

“Really?”

“Mhm”

I drink my bottle and finish it.

“Do you want another?”

“Oh it’s okay I can get it myself-“

He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence before he passes me another.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He smiles at me and I just stare at him my face slowly getting hot luckily Ally notices and saves me.

“Oh Y/n come with me really quick!”

She grabs my hand and yanks me away from Bill.

“Wait here boy’s well be right back!”

She walks me to the bathroom and pushes me inside.

“Alright bitch I know you feel confident as fuck when your high and you’re more flirty”

She says as she rummages through her bag.

“And honestly you need that right now before YOUR boyfriend loses interest”

I forgot to mention Ally and I are actually huge Tokio Hotel fans which is the main reason for our styles Ally: streetwear Me: gothic/emo/a little grunge. Which is why me and her are exposing ourselves to Bill and Tom. She’s saying I like Bill to Tom I’m saying she likes Tom to Bill so then they tell each other that later. Or at least that’s what we’re hoping.

“Here take it and light up whore”

She passes me a pipe that’s already packed and a lighter. I do as she says and we pass it back and forth until we finish it.

“Okay how you feeling?”

She asks me trying not to smile

“Bitch I feel great! and I have an ideaaaa!”

“Oh really what is it?”

“Just follow my lead”

I walk out the bathroom and head towards the actual party and grab a couple bottles of liquor and four shot glasses. We run back into the V.I.P room where Bill and Tom are at.

I run into the room laughing as Ally closes the door.

Bill’s POV

I was telling Tom that Ally likes him and He was telling me that Y/n likes me. Until we hear the door slam shut as Ally and Y/n laughing.

“ALLY YOU LITERALLY ALMOST ATE SHIT”

“COME ON YOU KNOW I DONT DO WELL IN DRESSES”

“Neither do I but you don’t hear me complaining, anyway I brought more booze!”

Y/n holds up the liquor smiling as if she won a prize. I look up at her, her confidence radiating throughout the room. I get lost in her beauty and before I know it she’s sitting next to me but this time a lot more closer than before.

We spend the rest of our night talking and drinking. We even smoked some weed which was a first for me but not the rest of the group. Once we finished smoking a couple of bowls I finally checked the time.

“Oh shit it’s 2am-“

“Wait really?! Do you guys have Hotels or anything?”

Y/n looks up at me slightly concerned.

“I mean we were planning to get one after we left the party but I think it’s a little to late for that-“

“Hmmm”

She motions to Ally and whispers in her ear. once they’re done with their conversation Ally says.

“Well if you want you can take one of our hotel rooms and me and Y/n can have the other”

“I don’t see a problem with that”

Tom looks to me and mouths “This is our chance!”

I roll my eyes and we get up to leave. Y/n and Ally lead us to a limo then we drive to their hotel. Once we get in the elevator Tom asks

“So Ally which one is your hotel room?”

“Umm 802”

Tom nods and smirks at me

This idiot he’s not actually going to do what I think he is…

Once we reach there floor and the elevator doors open Tom picks up Ally and he runs to her hotel room. Ally frantically opens the door and slams the door shut.

He actually fucking did it…Thank god but damn no hesitation either-

I feel Y/n’s hand grab mine and she leads me to her hotel room. She opens the door and pulls me inside before closing it. I don’t really remember what happens next all I know is that we ended up on the bed in our underwear, making out before we stop and she asks.

“Do you wanna have sex?”

HAHAHAHAAAA THATS IT don’t worry I’ll make sure most of the next chapter is smut. Lucky for you guys cuz I’m hella good at writing those scenes

#bill kaulitz #x reader

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lcs-library · 9 months

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More of Lu being oblivious, you’re welcome😌

Lucille pushed open the door to the small cafe, its bell clanging as she did so. Quickly scanning the place, her eyes met the ones she was searching for.

Azuma smiled gently at her, waving her over as she joined him.

“Hey, Azu!” She greeted, taking a seat across from him.

“Hello, Lu, always good to see you.” He replied, resting his chin on his hands.

“You too.”

Lucille had requested some time with Azuma earlier that week, to which he happily agreed, also wanting to spend some much-needed time with his new troupemate.

“I have to ask, why a cafe? You know my room is always open for visitors.” Azuma said with a small tilt of his head.

Lu shifted in her seat anxiously, a rare sight for someone like her. “That’s because, well, I’m asking about someone in the company.”

“Oh? Is that so?” He inquired, a mischievous look crossing his face.

“I’ll just tell you after we order, okay?” She sighed, trying to brush off his teasing comment.

“Fufu, if you insist.”

As if on cue, one of the wait staff joined them, taking their order faster than Lucille had anticipated. She fumbled through the menu to find something, even after assurance that everything there was delicious, and settled on something random that left her mind immediately after the two were alone again.

Something she had also forgotten in the rush was what she had told Azuma.

“So, who’s your little crush, hm?” He asked, a cheshire grin on his face.

“I never said it was a crush!” She shot back, embarrassed.

“That blush says otherwise.”

“Shut up!”

“I’m kidding, please, relax. I just want to know what’s troubling that pretty little head of yours.” He said with a chuckle, patting her head to accentuate his point.

Lucille sighed. Why did she want to talk to him again?

“I…think I like Sakuya.” She confessed, her cheeks growing an ever deeper shade of crimson.

“So I was right.” He replied, his grin growing in tandem with her blush.

“You knew?”

“You may be a good actor, but you’re not a very good liar.”

“Dammit.”

Azuma chuckled, settling back against his seat.

“It’s not a bad thing, you know. By the looks of it, he hasn’t been very secretive either.”

“What?” Lu asked, making sure she wasn’t misinterpreting anything.

“Nothing,” he mused, shifting to lean against the table. “Now tell me, why are you coming to me of all people with this? I’d expect you to go to someone closer to him.”

Lucille cursed under her breath. The only question she was trying to avoid(other than ones related to a certain redhead).

“Promise me you won’t laugh?”

“Promise.”

“You just seem the most experienced with love stuff. So I thought who better to help me figure out my feelings than the guy constantly asking people to cuddle with him? Though now that I say it out loud, it sounds kinda stupid,” Lu covered her nerves with another giggle.

“I’m honored to be deemed someone experienced, but I don’t know much about love either.” Azuma replied with a calm shrug.

“You what.” She deadpanned.

“That was only my job. Of course, I’d be happy to help you and listen to your worries, though you’ll have to take it all with a grain of salt.”

“Well, anything’s better than Masumi.” She said with a sigh.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what’s going on, hm?”

With that, Lucille explained her dilemma, rambling on and on about how she would still be happy even if he didn’t love her back, and how she admired every facet of him.

Right as she finished her rant, the drinks arrived. Lu found herself unable to look at what she had ordered: a sakura latte. Fitting for spring, yes, but a little too fitting for the situation at hand.

Unfortunately, Azuma caught this, and let out a laugh.

“I didn’t expect you to be so bashful about a drink.”

“It was the featured item, do you think I thought about what it was?!”

“Or were you thinking about a certain sakura blossom?”

“I don’t even like sakura flavoring, so, again, do you really think I thought about it?”

“Sure, say that all you want.” Azuma drawled, taking a smug sip of his espresso.

“Azu!”

He laughed once more.

“I kid. Do you want to order something else? It’s all on me, after all.”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“Alright, then. If I may, I do think your feelings towards Saku are love as well.”

Lu almost choked on her coffee.

“Again?”

“Of course. You want to spend forever with him, yes?”

“Well, as long as I can…”

“And you’d like to be the reason he smiles?”

“Yeah…”

“And all you want is for him to be happy?”

“Mhm.”

Azuma smiled, raising his eyebrows.

“Then that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.”

Lucille stared blankly into his eyes.

“So it is.”

“I do have a question, however.”

“Shoot.”

“Why do you think it is that you get invited along with us so often?” He asked, leaning even closer to her.

“Because you guys like me and I’m awesome?”

“Yes, that, but there’s always a certain someone that’s always there.“

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you think you get to come to the Spring Troupe’s training camps but almost never the others?”

“…because I’m close to the Spring Troupe?”

Azuma sighed.

“What about street acts? Who usually volunteers to go with you?”

“Oh, Sakuya!”

“And who’s the one that asks if you want to come help out at shows Mankai is invited to perform in?”

“Also Sakuya?”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Because we’re friends!” She replied cheerily. If Azuma wasn’t a peaceful man, he would start throwing bricks at her.

“Even if you’re friends, I’d like you to think about why it’s you and not another ensemble member.”

“Okay…?”

“Good.”

Lucille took a sip of her latte, still a little confused. This time, the sakura was sweet.

#i CANNOT be the only one who thinks sakura flavor tastes like soap and is only decent in dango #anyway I don’t know which part I wanna have come next bc I do have a timeline I just don’t know if I’m gonna follow it #fanfiction #yume time #acting angels

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ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 29 - Aw Shit Here We Go Again

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / 29.5 / next

!!Written Parts!!

“HUH?!”

“He’s my brother”

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You’ve gone to get ready which left Kai sitting on the couch with his head in his hands thinking. Everything he thought he knew was false. In high school, he would see Yeonjun hang around you all the time and even pick you up “how could he be your brother?” Kai asked, “you don’t even have the same last names!”. Hyuka’s head felt like it was gonna explode.

Earlier you explained that you didn’t have the same dads and didn’t even grow up together but only saw each other when Yeonjun was with his mom. When you confessed that Jun was your brother he wasn’t even thinking about the other male but rather he was frustrated that his stupid feelings almost ruined everything. Now here’s Kai rethinking his whole life.

“Why doesn’t anyone know?” Kai asked while you looked down like a kid that was just scolded. “We agreed that it wasn’t anyone’s business” you fiddled with your fingers “but people definitely got the wrong idea about you too”. You just shrugged “Jun always had another girl by his side and me… I didn’t want people to know,” you said sitting on a chair beside Kai. “Everyone knows everything about me, but this. Its the only bit of privacy I have left and I cherish it”

“Hey don’t do that you’ll mess up your makeup!” Your voice interrupted his train of thought, Kai look up at you and his heart stopped. You wore a black leotard that accentuated Kai’s favorite part of you, EVERYTHING. This outfit gave Kai a hard time keeping his eyes up to your face yet you still look cute hiding behind your purple cloak.

“Woah” was all he said while you gave him a laugh. “I’m guessing you like it” you giggled as he stood up from the couch. “guess again,” kai spoke walking over to you and putting his hand on the belt that wrapped around your waist “I love it”. You looked up at him and smiled reaching up to his fluffy black hair “you didn’t spray your hair yet?”. Kai rubbed his neck “well I guess I got distracted” you slowly put your hand to his cheek “that’s fine we’ll just spray it before we leave” Kai subtle leaned into your hand “okay”

Kai felt grateful that you were opening up to him. Even though he can’t be your boyfriend, he’s fine just being your friend…. Right?

“Okay ground rules, don’t let anyone get you drinks unless you watched them make it, don’t take random snacks especially brownies from strangers, don’t go upstairs or outside in the bushes unless you wanna see someone’s ass, and definitely do not get so drunk you lose your mind okay?” Yeonjun explained parking the car as the four heard loud music in the distance. “Okay!” You answered nervously “BUT most importantly have fun!” Yeji added smiling at her best friend from the passenger seat.

“Yes have fun” Yeonjun rolled his eyes. Kai's eyes still flickered between you and Yeonjun trying to find a resemblance. “Any question Huening?” Jun asked taking his quietness as anxiousness. “Oh um nah, I’ve been to countless parties before” Kai informed them “have you been to a Greek party though?” Yeji asked him.

“Um not that I’m aware of” “then be careful their parties are trashy and wild,” yeji said “just take care of y/n please,”yeji asked while Yeonjun nodded in agreement “guys I’ll be fine” you told them but Yeonjun scoffed. “You give into peer pressure like it’s a sport” Jun stated, you look over at Kai with a straight mouth as he chuckled “and stay by Huening if you don’t want frat boys to be approaching you, although he's a gentle giant you can’t tell by just looking at him” you nodded talking Kai’s hand in yours.

“You know you and y/n are low-key wear the same leotard,” Yeji told Yeonjun as they all stepped out of the car. He laughed putting on his bunny ears “I’m obviously pulling it off better”

🝮🝮🝮🝮

The four approached the house, the loud music blasted making your vision shake. Everyone was dressed up as something the boys wear whatever mask they could find and the girls just pulled something out of their lingerie drawer. The atmosphere began to overwhelm you. You tucked yourself into Kai’s right side making him feel manly. “Aww shits here we go again,” Yeonjun said walking up the steps and greeting people he passed. “Hey Jun what you been up to” people asked while he just gave them a bullshit answer excusing himself.

The four finally made it into the house after pushing past everyone “Y/N!!!!!!!” A feminine voice yelled out. Everyone looked over at you. You sank deeper into Kai feeling everyone’s eyes on you, some checking you out making it worse.

After a few seconds, everyone yelled your name excitedly as leather-wearing Wonyoung skipped over to you. “Bestie!!” She yelled over the music “oh em gee! You look so cute!! And HOT!” She continued and looked over at Kai “cute” was all she said before going back to y/n.

“Absolutely stunning” she smiled at you “thank you and you’re a cute cat too” you told Wonyoung causing her to do a 360 showing you her tail. “I know right” she smiled “oh I just remember, Yeonjun I believe Chaewon was looking for you,” Wonyoung told him as he nodded but while slowly stepped back into the crowd completely disappearing.

“What a drag” she rolled her eyes “I don’t know what she sees in him” wonyoung told you. “Anyways I haven't started drinking because I wanted my first shot to be with my love” she pouted cutely. You nodded “I’ll do only one” you put up your pointer finger “yay! You too kai come on!!”

#tomorrow x together #fem reader #txt fluff #txt smau #huening kai #hyuka x reader #fake dating #huening kai x reader #kpop smau #kpop

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steam

As far as Sam’s concerned, the best Christmas nights are the ones where he gets to stay up with Uncle Roy.

Roy doesn’t spend every Christmas night with them. They usually just see him in the late mornings, when they go to Grandma and Grandpa Brady’s house for brunch. But sometimes, if things get a little boring for him, Roy comes by in the evenings, after dinner, before dessert. Says he’d be a fool to miss out on his big sister’s French silk pies.

But Sam knows it’s for the kids.

Mom and Dad always excuse themselves first. They spend all day working, and by the time the sun goes down, they’ve had it. Charlie tires himself out on the piano. Apparently, a kid can only play “O Come All Ye Faithful” on the piano so many times before he starts to feel like a very special episode. That leaves Sadie, Sam, and Uncle Roy, all up with the TV, watching It’s a Wonderful Life. Sadie eats from a big bowl of popcorn. Sam drinks more hot chocolate than he should be able to handle. Roy does a damn good impression of Jimmy Stewart, which he’s hard pressed to drop once he gets going. When Sam brings him a cookie from the kitchen, he thanks him just like he was really George Bailey.

“Why, thank you, Sammy,” he says after one bite. “You know, nothin’ does an old man good on Christmas night like peanut butter and sugar crystals. Makes ‘im good. Makes ‘im strong. Like when he was just a lad.”

“What old man?” Sadie asks. “You’re thirty-four.”

“That’s old,” Roy says, still not dropping the impression. “When you’re this old, you’ll understand.”

“I think thirty-four is as old as I’ll ever get,” Sam says. “Metaphorically, anyway.”

Roy shakes his head, finally letting go of Jimmy Stewart.

“Oh, please, Sam, don’t,” he says. “Thirty-four is way too old, even metaphorically. People ask you too many questions about why you won’t settle, you’re expected to make a certain amount of money every year, and the words blood pressure will start to mean something you never thought they would before.”

“Hmm,” Sam says. “So, if I’m gonna get to a metaphorical age and stick to it …”

“Nineteen,” Roy says. “It’s nineteen.”

“But what about twenty-one?” Sadie asks. “Don’t most people like to be old enough to order drinks?”

“Most people,” Roy says. “Sam shouldn’t, though. And neither should you, or Charlie, or anybody else you know. Get me?”

Sam nods. He doesn’t know much, but he’s heard a few things about Roy’s drinking habits. Something about when the going gets tough, the Roy gets drinking. That’s what Mom said after a late-night phone call with her little brother a few years back, anyway. She didn’t know Sam was listening, but she should have. If it’s about Uncle Roy, Sam always listens.

“What’s so special about nineteen?” Sam asks.

Roy smiles.

“You’ll figure it out when you get there,” he says. “It’s probably a little different for everybody.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” Sadie says.

“What’s the matter, hon?”

“Nineteen seems like a stupid age to be stuck at. I mean … don’t you want maturity? Don’t you want wisdom?”

Sam and Roy look at each other like they’ve understood the same plot all along. It makes Sam feel like he’s flying. Imagine being on the same page as someone as smart as Uncle Roy. It could never been Sammy Slacker, and yet, it always is.

“Sadie, look at me,” Roy says. “Think about everything you know about college freshmen. Now. Do I seem like I’m stuck as one?”

“No,” Sadie says. “You have a clue. More than one, actually.”

“Mmm-hmm. But am I boring? Or do I still get excited about things, even when they seem normal? Or even when they seem dumb?”

“You applauded for a Rankin-Bass special earlier tonight.”

“And I’d do it again. That’s what I mean when I say nineteen. That’s what I think you’re gonna mean when you get there, too. The verve. The verve!”

He walks into the kitchen, probably for no other reason than dramatic effect. Sam laughs. That sounds about right for Roy. He’ll do anything just for the gesture, just to seem grand.

Sam looks across the room at Sadie, through the steam from his hot chocolate.

“Hey, Sadie,” he says.

“What?”

“Uncle Roy’s pretty funny.”

“Of course he is. Do you have a point, or are you just saying things I already know?”

“I have a point. I think I’m kind of funny, too.”

“You’re funnier than I am. That’s for sure.”

“Debatable. But I think … I think I’m a lot like Uncle Roy. And I think … I think when we get older, even more than nineteen, I’m going to be even more like him.”

Sadie laughs, almost like she doesn’t believe Sam. He frowns.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Sam, you have a lot in common with Uncle Roy, but I don’t think you’re going to be just like him,” Sadie says.

“Why not?”

Sadie sighs.

“Well, for starters,” she says, “Uncle Roy is very private. There are things he only knows about himself. I don’t think they’re bad things. I just think he wants to keep them that way.”

“And what about me?”

“As long as I’m around, it’ll never work.”

Sam sighs. He pivots toward the kitchen with the mug of hot chocolate still piping in his hands. Roy comes out of the kitchen, and Sam stares at him through the steam, trying to figure out if Sadie was right.

(part of @nosebleedclub december challenge -- day 5!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sam doyle #ch: sadie doyle #ch: roy brady #dynamic: i'll be your mirror #year: 1982

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The Other Side - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.7k Words Warning: Drinking, foul language, mention of kiss, this chapter doesn’t deal with any major triggering issues. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: When Amelia and her bestie have an encounter with the duo (JiKook), they seem to develop a love and hate kinda relationship...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to Come

Are we doing business? Or do you hate me? - Danger by BTS

“Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“I would rather have another ice cream.” Tara replied.

I rolled my eyes, “Do you even eat anything other than that?”

Tara was my best friend since grade two. We had our ups and downs, but were never separated permanently until Tara decided to live in the city to attend college. But whenever she came back to town we would hangout like we were kids again. This time, she came to visit the seasonal festival and I was determined to have the best night of my life.

I paid for the snacks and added to the stall keeper, “We’ll have ice cream and Cheetos too.”

“Two bottles of beer, please.” I heard someone beside me. We both looked at each other at once and I wished I didn’t have.

“Hey! Crybaby! How are you? Oh, hi there, Tara! Didn’t know you were in town too. So, you girls were having a little get together or something?”

Yes! It was no other than Jeon Jungkook. Just looking at him made me want to punch his face. I put on a fake smile over my gritted teeth and spoke rather mockingly, “How are you, big teeth?”

Jungkook chuckled and replied, “The bunny’s doing great. Thank you.”

“And so are the Barbies.” Tara snapped before pulling me away.

“Hey! Wait for me.” Jungkook called. We saw him taking his beers and paying hurriedly before sprinting towards our direction.

“Is he serious, right now?” Tara whispered to me in annoyance.

Jungkook whined, “C’mon! We met after a long time. And you didn’t even talk to me at Tae’s party. ‘Cause you were too busy drooling over Jimin.”

“Excuse me!” I asked, offended. Jungkook was really testing my patience.

“Who the hell is Jimin?” Tara asked, unaware.

“I’m Jimin.” Suddenly someone spoke beside us.

I looked at him in disbelief. My immediate thought was that he was perhaps stalking me. But then, I remembered that Jimin was a really good friend of Jungkook. So, it wasn’t unusual that he came to his friend’s town to attend a festival.

“Amelia!” He turned to me with a faint smirk on his face, “We meet again.”

“So, you’ve been talking about me with Jungkook?” I inquired Jimin as soon as we were left alone. Tara went to the bathroom and Jungkook was taking an important phone call.

“To be honest,” Jimin chuckled, “you’re the only thing I’ve been talking about these past few days.”

Jimin really knew how to flatter because I could tell that my face went red. But it wasn't time to give in to his seduction, especially when I was supposed to be angry at him.

"So, you guys are really having some fun talking behind my back, huh?" I retorted.

"You are indeed fun to talk about, I won't lie, but…"

I didn’t let him continue whatever he was going to say next. "Listen, I'm not interested in wasting time with you. I don't know why you'd approached me that night. I don't know what Jungkook has been telling you and whatever you're telling him in return. All I know and want you to be clear about is that I’m done encountering you. If you still don't let go, you'll have to deal with Taehyung."

Jimin laughed at my speech which only added fuel to my anger. "Well, one thing is true, then.”

“And what’s that?”

“You complain a lot to your brother, like a cry-baby."

Had it been Jungkook, he would have earned a slap across his face by now. I breathed out through my mouth to avoid doing something stupid. But someone spoke loudly beside me, "who the hell do you think you are, speaking like that to my best friend in front of me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Jimin was yet again cut off.

This time, Tara angrily started to rant, "our night's already ruined. Thanks to your asshole friend. Now don't get me started on you. Don't even think you have any chance with my girl just because you're…"

"Tara," I immediately interrupted, "let's get going. It's no good fighting with them. We should know better since our previous arguments with the other asshole."

"Yeah, whatever!" Tara turned along with me.

"I'm staying in town for a few days." Jimin yelled behind us as we were walking away from him. "Don't hope to never see me again. 'Coz who knows! You might."

I grunted in frustration while Tara asked, "want me to go back and kick him in the balls?"

"Why do all the good looking guys have to be assholes?" Tara sighed one day.

I raised my eyebrows, "which assholes are you referring to?"

"Whom do you think?"

"Umm…" I thought for a while, "I know for once, Jimin is attractive and also, turned out to be an asshole like his friend. Who else do you mean?"

"I mean," Tara replied, "his friend that you just mentioned."

If Tara had said that she was pregnant, I would have been less surprised.

"What the hell, dude!" I couldn't mask my disgust, "How can you find Jungkook attractive? I knew your taste in men was trash but him?"

"Oh, thank you very much." Tara argued, "Mind you, I didn't say he was attractive. I only said 'good-looking'. And I believe I added that he was an asshole. So, he doesn’t really fall under the men of my taste. By the way, aren't you the one attracted to assholes? As far as I know, it wasn't me who made out with one of them."

I was flustered by her reply. "Hey, that was… a mistake. I was… I was drunk." I stuttered.

Tara started to laugh. I couldn't believe she was bullying me for kissing Jimin. Maybe, I shouldn't have confided in her everything. Especially the part where I said I actually enjoyed making out with him.

"You're mean!"

I stood up and walked out of my room to the living room only to find that Taehyung was having a blast with his friends. And the friends in question are none other than my life long enemy, Jungkook and my most recent crush, Jimin.

Turns out Jimin was a sneaky bitch. Somehow he managed to manipulate Taehyung into thinking that it was his friendship that Jimin was after all along and he had nothing to do with me. He also added that there was a girl in his city that he was seeing. Taehyung didn’t seem to have any problem with being friends with him since he didn’t pose an immediate threat of becoming someone closer to me. Now, my brother was having the time of his life chatting with the two people I couldn’t even bear to talk with.

Both me and Tara listened to all the bullshit for a while and then decided it was time to leave. “We’re going out!” I said to my brother, “Want me to get you something?”

“Nope!” His reply was short.

“Well, enjoy, I guess!” I muttered under my breath and headed out with Tara.

“Wait!” Jimin ran out of the house behind us.

Tara moved in between and asked, “What do you want?”

“I wanna talk with Amelia!” Jimin replied casually.

“Why?” Tara pressed further, “Isn’t it Tae whom you’re after?”

Jimin looked irritated, “Can you please give us some space for a moment?”

“What do you need a space for? I thought you had a girlfriend. Why? Aren’t you loyal?” Tara kept on going.

“Are you just going to enjoy this?” Jimin looked at me helplessly.

I simply shrugged my shoulders in reply. Jungkook came to his rescue. “Hey, Tara! Wanna know what the whole college is talking about?”

Tara’s face went red, “Jeon Jungkook, I swear I’m going to kill you if you did anything funny!” And she stormed away inside the house along with a smirking Jungkook.

“Hey…” Jimin started but I cut him in between.

“Is there anything important that you wanna say? If not, please go bother someone else.”

“You didn’t even let me start!” he pouted.

I frowned at his words, “Your pretense of being a cutie ain’t gonna help you now.”

Jimin turned serious and asked, “What’s up with you? I can’t seem to read you right. One minute you’re so into me, the next minute you won’t even look at me? Is Tae the matter?”

“Nope!” I answered truthfully, “It’s you! You’re the matter.”

“Will you at least tell me what I did wrong since the last time we met?” Jimin asked gently.

I thought for a while before saying, “Why do you even care? I’m only an inside joke between the two of you.”

Jimin started nodding his head as if he just realized something very basic, “So, Jungkook’s the matter, huh?”

“No!” I denied.

“Oh, dear!” Jimin laughed, “Do you realize how long it had been since you were in school? Seriously? Are you still holding a grudge over those silly fights you had with him? Are you still that petty?”

I huffed in annoyance, “Go on. Tell me more about what else he had told you about me.”

“Nothing but all the good times that he had with you.” Jimin said with a smile.

“Huh?”

“Amelia!” Jimin shook me by the shoulders, “Jungkook always talked about you and Tara as if you were his only friends in high school. Yeah, he mentioned the fights and all. But at the end of the day, he still considers you his friends. The time when I confessed to him about you, the only thing he said was that I was diving in for some adventure. And it wasn’t even said in a bad way. He really ships us with all his might.”

I kept blinking at him in disbelief. Surely, Jungkook wouldn’t talk all nice about us let alone calling us his friends. What is Jimin trying to do here?

At that time, Tara came out yelling at Jungkook behind her, “Grow up, rabbit faced!”

“After you, bitch!” A boiling red Jungkook yelled back at her.

Tara took my hand and pulled me away from the house. “Just ignore him. He’s a bit upset, you know!”

“What did you say for him to act like that?” I asked.

“Nothing much!” Tara shrugged, “Just reminded him how desperate he was.”

“Desperate for what?”

In reply, Tara just let out a laugh.

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Jason Robertson #1

Requested by Anon: can you please write one about jason robertson seeing his ex and maybe inviting her to a game? something like that? thank you!!!! i am glad you are back!

*Hiiii!! Something quick and all smiles. Hope you enjoy and thank you for welcoming me back! :) For some reason, I think I saw somewhere that he doesn't drink coffee so if he really doesn't, I took some liberties here. Hooray for my favorite half Filo baby.*

Word count: 942

The coffee’s getting cold. Okay fine, it doesn’t really matter because coffee is coffee but you’ve been staring at it for almost ten minutes now. Not that you’re counting or whatever. Because you’re not. Really, you’re not.

And you ordering your ex’s favorite coffee the moment you stepped inside his favorite mom and pop shop was just muscle memory. You don’t miss him. Sometimes yes, you fantasize about him but that’s just because he has a nice butt. And abs, oh the abs, and okay maybe he also has a pretty face. But there’s a reason Jason Robertson is lodged well into the past.

Chapter closed.

Right.

You don’t miss him. He’s just in your mind a lot lately. The season has started back up and he’s on the news, is all. You hate the Dallas Stars. Forget that you’ve been a fan since Jason Spezza got traded to the team, you hate the Stars. Maybe if you repeat it a million times, you’ll finally believe it.

Distantly, you hear the bell above the door ring, signaling the entrance of another person. Another person who would need a table. A table you’re occupying while you’re staring at the coffee you neither like nor hate but already spent almost four dollars for.

Maybe if you paid less attention to the coffee and more to your surroundings, you’d notice the silence that fell over the shop when the person entered. Or how the kid to your left almost leaped from his chair to loudly whisper to his mom. But you were still busy staring at the coffee.

Not until an identical mug was put on your table.

“Oh,” you started, “I’m still occupying this –” you looked up and almost keeled over.

Ladies and gentlemen, SoCal baby and American superstar, Jason Roberston.

“How do you look like a fifteen year old playing dress up?” you groaned, gesturing to his suit-clad body as he sat across from you.

A corner of his lip lifted, “I miss you too.”

“I don’t,” you lied. Or not lie. You don’t miss him, whatever, “you know what?” you pushed your coffee towards him, “I’m actually glad you’re here, I ordered your coffee mistakenly.”

“Milk with a dash of coffee,” he corrected, tapping a finger on the mug, “that’s what you always said. Basically a hot milkshake.”

You scoffed, “don’t you have a game to get to?” you eyed his tie, a navy one with rainbow-colored ducks. Jesus F. this guy will be the death of you.

“I have time,” he shrugged, “I also have one extra pass if you want to go?” He looked hopeful.

If you faked annoyance enough, maybe he’ll leave. If you’re being honest, you and Jason ended in good terms. Heck, you’d even go as far as call yourselves friends. It’s been four months since you broke up and you haven’t seen him since. People speculated, he’s famous enough now that puck bunnies talk about him, but it really just came down to your busy schedules. It didn’t mean you loved him any less.

“I’m good,” you finally gave him a small smile, the familiarity of game day last minute coffees making you a little uncomfortable, “haven’t seen you in months.”

He nodded, “yeah, what with summer camp and all.”

“Hmm,” you nodded, eyeing his too-long hair, “your stats are looking good.”

He leaned back on his chair, a stupid grin plastered on his face, “thank you very much, stalker.”

You scoffed, “you’re all over hockey news,” you said semi-defensively. Maybe you’ve been stalking him but you’re not gonna tell him that, “get over yourself.”

Hands crossed now and with a playful glint in his eye, he added, “hey, I’m not the one ordering my ex’s coffee,” his eyebrows raised, “but seriously, it’s early in the season so who’s to say.”

“I heard you’re breaking team records left and right.”

“Records schmecords,” he laughed, taking a sip from his mug before setting it back down, “you look good.”

That’s surprising. Judging that you had sweats and, to be frank, old underwear and an unwashed bra underneath the ratty shirt, you’d say you didn’t look anywhere near good.

“Lies,” you laughed, you pointed at his tie, “at least one of us looks like they showered today.”

An eyebrow raised, “can I tell you a secret?”

“What?”

“I didn’t,” Jason whispered, leaning over the table.

“Didn’t?”

“Didn’t shower,” he chuckled, “even after morning skate.”

“Gross,” you laughed, flicking a balled up napkin his way, “you’re gross.”

He laughed at that, settling back on his chair, looking at you. You probably looked like a pair of teenagers on their first date, smiling at each other, and looking like fools: just staring and smiling. It depends on the day, you know. Sometimes you wake up and all is well in the world – clothes are dry, the weather’s warm, everything perfect and then there are some days, days like today, where you just want to order his coffee and remind yourself that he’s real. That he happened to you.

Of all the women in the world, and there definitely are better women out there, once upon a time, Jason Roberston chose you. That’s nice.

He still had the ghost of a smile on his face when he asked again, “game?”

Breaking your thoughts, you can only answer him with a dumb, “huh?”

He repeated, “come watch the game?”

“Looking like this?”

“You have time,” he smirked, “so what do you say?” he gave your mug another tap, “for old times’ sake?”

How could you say no to that?”

“Okay,” you nodded, feeling another smile coming through, “for old times’ sake.”

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Freezer Burns | Part Five

Chapter Five | Masterlist

Summary: 1 drink and everyone knows

Warnings: coming out, (outing if you squint), bonding with each other's friends, weed mention, underage drinking, side Ronance, lots of fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

3 chapters left

“You got a new shirt?” Wayne clocks it the second he leaves his bedroom.

“Oh, yeah…” he looks down at himself and holds the hem of his shirt to straighten it out. He wasn’t sure if light blue would look nice on him but Steve convinced him it would. They spent about 2 hours in the closet together with Steve making him try on everything just to see how it would look.

He went home with about 15 shirts and sweaters the next day.

“I didn’t think you were getting paid enough for all this new stuff you’ve been wearing?” He states this in the form of a question as his weird roundabout way of making sure he didn’t steal them.

“My friend was cleaning out his closet and let me take what I wanted before it went to goodwill,” he lies on the spot, it wasn’t entirely a lie, Steve really didn’t need the clothes.

“Which friend?”

He goes quiet then, he really couldn’t lie to Wayne but he was also terrified of telling him the truth. “I can’t tell you.”

Wayne looks both shocked and hurt, “and why the hell not?”

He gets so small then, feeling like a little kid around his dad again, he backs up and physically shrinks in his posture, “I’m sorry…”

“No, no, no,” Wayne catches his tone and immediately feels bad. “I just don’t get why you won’t tell me? Is it your boyfriend? You know I’m fine with that, I don’t mind in the slightest… I just want you to be safe and happy, are you not safe?”

“I’m safe,” he nods like a bobblehead, tears bubbling in his eyes, “really safe. Like the safest, I’ve ever felt in a long time with him and he means the world to me but— but I can’t tell you who because I don’t think you’ll like him.”

Wayne’s a little shocked to know so much has happened without him knowing, Eddie used to tell him everything. “Oh… I’m sure we can find some common ground? There’s only really one person I hate and it’s not like Dick Harrington's son is gay—

Eddie’s face does that thing it does when he’s caught stealing cigarettes from Wayne’s stash in the freezer. His eyes go wide and his jaw clenches.

“Oh…”

“Please don’t be mad,” Eddie rushes out. “You gotta understand how being raised by such a complete shitbag would be hard and borderline unbearable… Steve’s dad hates him like they’re in Italy without him right now because he got a job at scoops instead of going to college, they find everything he does wrong, they think he’s stupid and he’s never felt loved— they haven’t even hugged him since he was 8-years-old, do you know what that does to a kid?”

Wayne takes a deep breath and crosses his arms, he nods, “I figured he’d end up just like him?”

“Complete opposite. He’s sweet and kind and funny and cuddly and loving and amazing and ugh,” he balls his hands into fists and shakes a bit with just how much he clearly loved Steve Harrington. “He’s so special to me and I’m pretty sure I mean just as much to him.”

“You better,” he gets defensive. “No son of mine is going to be treated like shit by anyone, especially not from his boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend yet,” Eddie can’t help but smile. “He’s still figuring himself out, it’s a bit of a shell shock to just one day kiss a boy and come to terms that you like it.”

“I bet,” Wayne sympathizes to the best of his ability, having never been there himself. “But you’ll tell me things from now on, right? I want to be there for you. I promised Wynona that I would be.”

Eddie rushes to him for a hug, “I will. I’m sorry I didn’t think you’d be okay with it.”

Wayne holds him close, chin on his shoulder as he rubbed his back, “as long as he doesn’t hurt you, I’m gonna try and be okay with it.”

“That’s all I can ask,” Eddie holds him back, hoping that this is the start of everything being okay and normal and good for Steve and himself.

—

Gareth’s throwing a party tonight in the garage, he always throws parties in there but this one felt different. This time it was more than just hellfire and their band, so while he picks up some beer on the way over and hits up Reefer Ricks for more weed, Grandma beth was making cookies and making punch for the kids.

He helps with the setup, has dinner with grandma beth and cleans the kitchen with her like normal and then makes his arrival at the party around 8.

“Wheeler?” Eddie sees red as he walks into the garage.

Both Nancy and Mike turn to him with very different expressions. “Yeah?” They say at the same time.

“Sorry, I mean Nancy,” he apologizes for getting mikes hopes up. “What are you doing here?”

“I uh… can we talk?” She walks toward him, placing her hand on his shoulder while she leads him to the other side of the room.

“Sure…?”

“Jonathan and I broke up and Mike asked for a ride and I figured I’d be allowed to be here? Given everyone else who’s here?” She whispers. “I kinda… I think I don’t like guys anymore and I thought that you’d be able to understand how I’m feeling?”

“Oh… oh!” His face lights right up. “Oh my god, this all makes sense now, holy shit!”

“What does?” She smiles, overjoyed with how cool he is with it.

“Steve kinda told me how things ended… not gonna lie I was ready to go full mean girl on you knowing you pretended to love him for a year but this makes sense,” he explains keeping his voice down.

“How do you know that?”

“Steve tells me everything,” he shrugs. “He’s always here with Robin, Gareth’s cousin… wait, hold on I’m going to go get them, you’ll love Robin! You go have a drink and meet the boys, I’ll be back.”

“Okay?” She lets him go.

He sprints back into the house, practically running up the stairs to knock on Robin’s bedroom door like a woodpecker on coke. “What?!” She opens the door, half her makeup done, holding her mascara wand in her hand.

“Rob, you’ll never guess what happened,” he smirks. “I think I’ve found you a girlfriend.”

“Shut up?” She laughs.

“No seriously… fuck, okay but don’t tell her I told you,” he explains as he pushes into her room and shuts the door behind himself. With a quick look around the room, he notices Steve isn’t there yet, giving him the opportunity to tell her everything without feeling too bad for outing Nancy.

“Nancy Wheeler is here, she’s mid-sexuality crisis, just broke up with Jonathan and is on her first beer as we speak,” he explains further. “You need to talk to her.”

“What the fuck?” She can’t believe it, “what did she tell you?”

“Just that she thinks she doesn’t like dudes anymore and that she came here specifically cause she knows we're all gay too,” he can’t believe what he’s saying either. “Dude, this is your chance!”

“Holy fuck…” she sits down on her bed, staring off at the floor as she thinks about it. “Everything makes sense now.”

“I know!” He whispers aggressively. “I can't believe she pretended to love Steve for a year.”

“What?” Robin didn’t know that part of the story. “I thought she fell in love with Jonathan when they were getting Will back from the Demogorgons?”

“What?” Eddie has no clue what that means while wondering how she knows d&d monsters.

“Okay so he told me all about the monster hunting they did last year and he told you all about his breakup?” She crosses her arms, tilting her head to the side. “Edward.”

“Don’t look at me like that!” He points at her as his face goes rosy. “I can’t tell you unless he does. I already just outed Nancy!”

“I fucking knew it! AH!” She rushes him and wraps him in a hug. “Oh my god?”

“You can’t say anything,” he holds her back, smiling uncontrollably, “it’s so new and he’s so fragile.”

“And you have soft hands,” she holds him tighter so he knows her words are true. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” he pats her back and pulls away. “Now you’ve gotta hook up with Nancy and we can double date… it might be weird cause my boyfriend dated your girlfriend and they’ve had sex with each other— but it could be fun.”

“Shut up, please,” she begs. “I can’t believe you made me think about that.”

He laughs, “sorry, sorry.”

“But did you say, boyfriend?”

He nods with an overflowing smile, “yeah.”

“Oh, you love him?” Her heart swells, she covers her chest with her hands, overcomes with emotion. “Holy shit?”

“Yeah,” he feels a little choked up, having to clear his throat. “But I don’t think we’re there yet… it’s so brand new I can’t scare him away.”

“No, I get it,” she truly does. Her heart was so, so full for them. “You know… I was going to paint my nails and have a wine cooler if you want to talk about it? I can’t ask Gareth about his thing with Jeff, it’s weird, he’s my cousin, but you… you can tell me, what’s it like? How’s it feel?”

“So freeing,” his shoulders drop and every bit of added weight leaves him. “You sleep in the same bed as Steve all the time, you two cuddle and shit and it’s normal for you—

“Yeah he’s like my emotional support dog,” she teases. “But he doesn’t sleep in bed with me, he sleeps on the top bunk, get it right.”

“Sorry,” he throws his hands up in defeat. “Well, I slept in Steve’s bed last night, so…”

“Seriously?” She doesn’t know if she can believe him.

He nods, smug as ever, “we spent a long time kissing and talking and we played piano together… and he let me take some of his shirts he doesn’t wear, this is one of them,” he references to his chest. “His mom's a shopaholic so he has a whole ass store in there.”

“I have stolen a few button-ups from him,” she shares, wanting to know more. “So you went to his house and spent the whole time in the closet?”

He shakes his head, “not the whole time, we also went swimming and he barbecued some burgers and we had dinner together and watched a movie. It was so nice and then instead of falling asleep on the couch like I always do, I slept in his big bed with him all night.”

“That’s so cute I want to throw up,” she’s extremely honest with him. She looks up at the ceiling with her hands touching, “god, when is it my turn?”

“Soon,” he promises. “If we get you all dolled up and a little high maybe you’ll end up with Nancy Wheeler in your bed tonight.”

He takes a joint out of his jeans pocket and waves it in front of her. She points at the towel hanging on the back of her door, “you put that under my door and I’ll open the window and you’ve got a deal.”

—

When Steve shows up in the garage, Eddie and Robin aren’t down there yet… but Nancy is?

“Nance?” He walks over, half hugging her as they meet.

“Hey!” She holds onto him with her arm around his middle, on her second beer since Eddie headed upstairs. “I thought you were upstairs with Eddie?”

“No? Why would you think that?”

“Cause he said he was going up to see you and robin?” She explains. “He’s been upstairs for like 40 minutes?”

“Yeah,” Gareth confirms as he hands Steve a beer. “They’re probably painting each other's nails.”

“Cute!” Nancy loves that.

“Thank you,” Steve takes the beer from Gareth and gives him a smile. “And thank you for letting me come to this, I know it’s probably hard given everything that Tommy put you guys through.”

“It’s okay,” Gareth waves it off. “Honestly, Eddie talks about how nice you are all the time now, I’m sure he’s not lying.”

“He does?” Steve wants to know more desperately. “What does he say?”

“Ooh,” Nancy points at him. “I know that voice, you think Eddie is cute?”

“… maybe?” He hesitates. “So what if I did?”

“You’ve got a crush on Eddie?” Mike hears it and shouts, “what the fuck?”

“Mike, we’re literally all gay,” Jeff reminds him. “He’s here with us, of course, he is.”

“Me too,” Nancy uses that as her chance to sneak it in. “At least, I think?”

“Since when? What about Jonathan?” Mike’s voice goes up 3 octaves, thoroughly surprised.

“Fuck Jonathan, fuck all men, I can’t stand them,” she gets visibly angry. “They treat me like some piece of meat or their mommy and there’s no in-between! All they want is for me to be stupid and compliant and fuckable and pretty and girly for my whole life and I hate it. I hate it so much.”

“Shit,” Steve backs up, realizing just how hard it must’ve been for her to pretend the whole time. “okay…”

“I’m sorry,” she turns to him. “You were nice! It was nice dating you, but… I need something else. I need love and affection but also just support? I need someone who gets it and who gets it better than another girl?”

“I hope you find them,” he gives her a sweet smile. “Find who makes you happier and keep them close…”

“Ew,” Gareth whispers. “You’re in love with him, don’t you?”

“What?” Steve turns to him with panic.

“Eddie…” he thinks back to last week when he was running out of the garage to the kitchen and the other night when he didn’t come over at all. “Holy shit you’re the secret boyfriend he’s always sneaking out to be with.”

“Would that be okay?” He lets all his insecurities out. “I’ve been so worried that you’d hate me if I wanted to be with him because of everything my old friends said to you…”

“It’s history, man,” Gareth assures him, tugging him into a hug. “Just know, I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt him,” he whispers in Steve’s ear. “And my grandma will help me cover it up.”

“Noted,” he agrees before pulling back.

He’s high-fived by Jeff and Kevin, and even Max and Lucas are happy for him. He just wished Dustin was there.

“You guys do me a favour, don’t tell Dustin,” he points to them. “I’d like to tell him myself…

They get it, they nod and leave it at that.

The kids have sodas, the older teens have beers, there’s a pizza delivery and Grandma Beth comes out to make sure everyone is settling in well before she heads to bed… before Robin and Eddie have even made an entrance.

The music goes up then, and Steve grooves around with a beer in one hand and a slice in the other, mimicking Nancy as she dances, drunk and free and happy for the first time since Barb.

—

They’re laying on the floor, heads side by side as they stare at the ceiling, music on low, the smell of nail polish and marijuana leaving out her bedroom window slowly, sharing everything they knew about Steve with each other.

“So, you’re telling me this little girl with superpowers opened a portal to another world and Steve, Nancy and a bunch of children kicked the monster's ass, not once, but twice?” Eddie can’t believe it.

She nods, “yep. Apparently, he can get arrested for telling me 'cause he signed some government NDA after the first thing which is why Nancy had to sneak around to get the truth and leak it to the news.”

“Not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous,” Eddie sighs. “it sounds fun being a secret hero for the whole town.”

“Well, if it happens again I do know he wants a red dawn-style romance,” Robin teases. “You guys are going to be so cute together when the worlds ending again.”

“We should go down and see him at some point,” he reminds her. “I’m stating to miss him a lot.”

“I guess,” she sits up with a groan and turns to him, “do I look okay?”

“Very beautiful,” he hypes her up as he sits up and spins around on his butt to face her. “Remember when I asked you out in 84?”

“If I didn’t tell you the truth and went with you, then you would’ve missed out on this thing with Steve,” she teases, poking him playfully. “Come on, let’s go see how much drunk Steve likes you.”

She hauls him up to his feet, and they stumble out the door and down the stairs, passing her grandma in the kitchen with a wave before opening the garage door.

“Eh!!!” The room erupts into cheers when Eddie and Robin walk into the room. “There you are!”

“Hi,” Steve waves Eddie over to him, “what took you so long?”

“Nails,” they both put their hands out, matching black polish with glossy topcoats sparking in the Christmas lights strung up in the rafters of the garage.

“Told you,” Gareth calls from the couch, sitting in Jeff's lap once again.

“It looks nice,” Steve compliments, reaching out for eddies hands and pulling him forward for a hug.

“Oh?” He’s shocked at first, staring at Robin with big eyes before he places his hands on Steve's back, finally returning the hug. “What’s this for?” He keeps his voice low, snuggling against him.

“I told everyone that I like you…”

“Oh, come on?!” Robin can’t believe it. “You didn’t even tell me first?”

“You knew,” he pulls away and points at her. “You saw me sneak out of your room every night to talk to him in the kitchen and I’ve been listening to heavy metal mix tapes he makes me in the car and he’s been wearing my clothes— he’s literally in my shirt right now! You knew.”

“So! It would’ve been nice to hear it from you!” She argues back.

“Hey,” Nancy places a careful hand on her shoulder. “If it’s any consolation, I can come out to you?”

“Oh my god?” She wraps an arm around Nancy and pulls her into a hug. “Welcome to the club.”

“Thanks,” she settles against Robin, exhaling as she wrapped her arms tighter around her and held her. “I didn’t know you were? I would’ve talked to you sooner…”

She pulls back with a laugh, having no idea Steve and Eddie are making eyes at each other, hoping their friends get together too. “It’s never too late to get to know you…”

“I’m going to seat Nancy’s car and drive myself home,” Mike whines in the corner with his friends. “You guys are all so gross…”

“This is what big kid parties are like, get used to it,” Jeff teases, kissing Gareth's cheek again.

The music goes back up after that, Robin and Nancy migrate to the drinks, and Steve takes Eddie’s hand so they can dance together, all while the kids gossip about everything they’ve learned about their older friends in a short amount of time.

They all jump around together to the point where the foundation in the garage could crack, the music is loud enough for them to probably get a noise complaint, they sing along, they bond, and they live out every dream of having that good high school experience together.

And it’s perfect.

—

“Let me go,” he whines, pulling away from Robin. “I’m fine, I’m not that drunk.”

“If you want water I’ll go get it,” Robin argues, trying to get him into bed. “‘Cause I swear if I let you down there again and you don’t want to come up here after the struggle it was to help you up those stairs, I will kill you.”

“I need to go down there tonight,” he tries his best to stare into her eyes. “Please? He’s waiting for me.”

“Who?” She teases, wanting to hear everything from him.

“Eddie,” he whispers. “I meet him in the kitchen every night and we talk and hold hands and do other stuff… can I go? Please?”

“Oh, oh yeah, go…” she can’t believe it, she just moves out of the way and lets him go. She follows quietly, sitting on the bottom step as he rounds the corner and runs right into the kitchen.

Eddie’s already in there, holding the cupboard doors open and taking a look inside for something to eat. Steve runs up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder, kissing him over his shirt.

“Hi,” Eddie says so fondly Robin can see his smile in her mind as she eavesdrops. “What are you doing?”

“Missed you,” he mumbles against him, not letting go.

Eddie turns around in his grasp and hugs him back, cheek to cheek as they squeeze each other. And then Steve kisses his cheek before pulling away. “Tonight was so fun.”

“it really was… and I’m so proud of you,” Eddie praises him before leaning in and kissing the tip of Steve’s nose.

“Gross,” Robin calls from the doorway. “Get a room!”

“We can take yours if you prefer?” Eddie bugs her right back.

Nancy wanders over from the living room where she was trying to sleep. “Can you shut up?”

“Sorry,” Robin turns to her, “sorry.”

“Not you,” she wraps her arm around Robin to hold herself up. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

Robin almost chokes, “y-yeah?”

“Ooo,” Steve teases, pointing at her. “You better not be doing anything when I come up to bed.”

“Just go home with Eddie,” Nancy suggests.

“Maybe I will,” he turns back to Eddie and hangs off him. “I like sleeping with you.”

“Ew,” the girls agree, pushing away from the doorway and heading up the stairs, escaping from them before it got too gross.

“You’ve gotta be good if I bring you home,” he whispers. “You can't distract me while I’m driving and you can’t be sick in my bathroom… and when Wayne gets home at 5 you’ve gotta be quiet.”

He nods ferociously, “I can do that.”

“Grab your things,” he gives in. “Come on.”

Steve cuddles his side the whole drive from Gareths back to Eddie’s trailer. He pulls into his spot and parks with a sigh, “it’s not much, but it’s home.”

“Mhm,” he hums, bringing eddies attention to how he’s basically fallen asleep tucked into his side.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Eddie whispers.

He gets out of the truck and reached for Steve, carrying him in his arms towards the front door. He unlocks it and pushes it open, struggling to hold him in his grasp still. He jumps a bit so Steve will scoot up his body, his legs wrapped around Eddie’s waist… he really never thought he was tiny enough to be treated like a little kid again. He wasn’t… Eddie was definitely struggling, but he lays Steve down on the bed eventually and lets out a deep breath, “there.”

“Home sweet home,” Steve smiles at him with tired eyes. “Can you help me take my pants off?”

He nods, watching Steve undo the button and push the jeans down to his thighs before giving up. Eddie helps take off Steve’s shoes first, then his socks and his pants are able to slip off rather easily. He tosses off his jacket and his shirt and sliders his way under Eddie's bedsheets, taking the left side of the bed just like the last time they shared one.

Eddie gets just as equally undressed, he locks the doors and turns the lights off and slips into bed finally. Steve snuggles up to him, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s middle with his face resting on Eddie’s chest, he kisses his skin a few times before settling against him. “Thank you for everything.”

“It wasn’t my party?” Eddie teases. “Thank Gareth.”

“No, I mean for taking me in, giving me real friends, liking me this much… thank you, baby,” he kisses his chest again, too tired to lean up and kiss him on the lips. “Thank you, so much.”

“I’d do anything for you, Steve, I hope you know that?” He admits, so close to telling him that he loves him but he doesn’t… he can’t yet. It’s too early.

“Yeah,” he sighs and relaxes against him, letting out another deep breath before his body settles and he’s out like a light. The alcohol, the partying, the long hours, it all caught up to him.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispers as he runs his hand over Steve’s hair and down his back, settling into the mattress now that it’s out of him.

Sleep is very easy for both of them that night.

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Prom-Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

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Summary: After weeks of persuading her boyfriend to take her to prom, Y/N finally gets Eddie to agree, only to get grounded. Stuck in her room alone on prom night, Y/N happens to get a surprise visit that is definitely better than any prom night.

Includes: fluff, some drinking, kissing, Eddie cheering you up

The click of the lock on your bedroom door sounded ominously. Grounded. You were fucking grounded on prom night. After you had spent weeks begging Eddie to go with you, you’d finally got him to get over his hatred of school-related activities, but none of that mattered now. All of this because you came home a couple minutes past curfew, a stupid mistake that you’d never let happen again.

You would admit that you should’ve known better. Your parents were fairly strict, and being ten minutes late might as well have been an hour. It did, however, seem excessive that they felt the need to lock you in your room. You weren’t stupid enough to try and leave while grounded when they would be checking on you.

You flopped onto your bed with a sigh. This really blowed. While you may not have been big into school spirit and hanging around with the popular kids, prom seemed like a fun idea. That was mostly because you wanted to have those memories of you and Eddie. Now you’d be here, at home reading ‘Lord of the Rings’ and listening to Black Sabbath on your record player instead.

A quiet knock came from your bedroom window. You looked up and your face broke out into a grin. Eddie.

You sat down your book and hurried over to the window to unlock it.

“What are you doing here?” Your eyes scanned him as he climbed inside. “Is that a suit?”

Sure enough, your boyfriend, who wore only ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and band t-shirts, was standing in your bedroom in a full suit. How had he even managed to climb up to the second floor in that?

“I’m here for prom, m’lady. You asked for a date, and a date you shall receive.” Eddie took your hand and kissed it, making you giggle.

“I told you, I’m grounded and there’s no way I can get out of here. They’ll notice I’m gone and then you’ll never see me again.”

“Who said anything about leaving? The simple solution to our little dilemma here is to bring prom to you, princess.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he held out a gaudy jeweled crown.

“I don’t think the drama club will be needing this any time soon,” Eddie grinned mischievously as he stepped forward to crown you.

“I’m not saying I condone stealing, but I am so fucking thankful for you right now. Wait! Not yet! Give me one second,” You stopped Eddie as he went to crown you.

You were currently wearing one of Eddie’s old t-shirts and some pajama pants. Not exactly prom attire. You did already have a dress bought though.

You grabbed the garment bag from your closet and made a swiveling motion at Eddie. “Turn around, please.”

“You realize I’ve seen it all before, sweetheart?” He smirked.

“Oh shut up, it’s for the surprise factor,” you insisted.

He turned around as you quickly shedded your pajamas and pulled on the dress. You smoothed out your hair, put on the necklace you’d planned to wear, and decided that was enough. You went up behind Eddie and tapped his shoulder.

“What do you think, Munson? Worth all this hassle?”

His jaw dropped. You laughed at his exaggerated behavior.

“You’re beautiful. God, I’m so fucking lucky. I’ll never know why you hang around a punk like me,” Eddie murmured, gazing at you with adoration.

“I love you so much, Ed. Always.” You leaned up to kiss him.

Eddie didn’t waste a moment, putting a hand on the small of your back, dipping you and kissing you deeply. Right then, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend prom.

“I love you in the dress, but I think I’d really love you out of it too,” Eddie whispered in your ear.

You closed your eyes as warmth flooded through you. “As much as I like that plan, we can’t. They’d hear us.”

“We can keep quiet,” wrapped his arms snug around your waist.

“We say that every time, but you know how that turns out,” You shoot him a knowing look.

“I can’t help that I just love you too much,” Eddie pouted.

“Then dance with me,” You chuckle and reach your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“As you wish, my queen.” Eddie picked up the crown and set it on your head before placing his hands on your waist.

Slow dancing to Black Sabbath was something you could confidently say you’d never done before, but it was perfect. It fit you and Eddie’s relationship. As the song went on, the two of you drifted closer and closer until no space was left. It was just you and Eddie, swaying slowly as the record played in the background.

Eventually, it stopped and you went to play the other side. You needed some noise in the background, so that you and Eddie could climb out and sit on the flatter part of the roof outside your bedroom window. It was surprisingly comforting as soon as you got used to not being afraid of falling off the roof. You and Eddie like to sit out here, seeing as this side of the house faced the woods, giving you plenty of privacy.

Eddie pulled some beers out of his bag and handed you one. He claimed this made it like real prom because "someone was always spiking the punch and getting everyone wasted." Besides, smoking would've definitely gotten you caught, so this was less noticeable as long as you didn't get slammed.

"So, how was prom?" Eddie finished off his can of beer.

"Perfect." You took a swig of your own, wincing at the bitterness. Definitely not your favorite, but it did the trick.

"Good. I've done my job."

He leaned over gently pulled your face into a kiss. Your lips parted as his tongue slid hungrily into your mouth. Somehow, the taste of beer was enjoyable when it came from him.

You scooted over to kneel in between his legs, tangling your hands in his messy hair. His hands drifted down your back and you could tell it was taking everything in him not to unzip your dress. Later, you decided. You'd make his patience worth his while later, likely once you were off of house arrest.

Luckily, you had almost a whole hour to yourselves on the roof before you heard footsteps coming toward your room. You carefully slid back inside just as your mom walked in.

"Honey, do you want...why are you wearing that?" Your mom looked at your dress and semi-fixed hair.

"Just wanted to wear it for a little bit, I guess," You shrugged.

"Okay, well we're going to watch a movie downstairs if you want to join us. I might take that off first, though. And shut the window, bugs will get in."

You assured her you'd be down shortly, after you changed, and finally shooed her from the room. You paced back over to the open window and stuck your head out. Eddie was crouched there still, used to quickly getting into a hiding position.

"Thank you again, Eds. Best prom a girl could ask for."

He grinned and kissed you. "Good night, my queen. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night." You kissed him back.

Back in your room alone again, you changed back into your pajamas. Before you went downstairs, you set the crown on your dresser. You made note to sneak it back to the drama club room later, but for now you kept it as a decoration to remind yourself of how incredible your boyfriend was.

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