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babyleostuff · 5 months

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their s/o having a nightmare | vocal unit

𐙚 jeonghan

wakes up easily, mostly because he’s a light sleeper. when he notices that you’re not in bed he doesn’t think much of it at first, but as time passes and you’re still gone, hannie gets up to search for you. he knows you wouldn’t leave the bed just because, so he’s immediately alarmed that something had happened. jeonghan’s go-to way of comforting you are cuddles!!! there is no better cure for bad and scary dreams than a hug from yoon jeonghan - plus, it’s like they have magic properties, because his cuddles make you forget about your nightmare in seconds, and you’re back asleep in no time.

“cuddles!” jeonghan exclaimed happily, reaching his arms out to you. just a while ago you were quietly sniffling on the couch, and now you were safely enveloped in jeonghan’s arms, his lips pressing small pecks to your forehead.

“thank you,” you whispered into his chest, gripping his shirt tightly, still shaken up by your bad dream.

“oh shut up, and stop thinking about it,” he said. jeonghan was used to you going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but he wasn’t used to you disappearing for longer than five minutes. so, as the amazing (and pretty worried) boyfriend that he was, jeonghan left the comfort of your bed (that wasn’t so comfortable without you in it), and went on a search for you.

“do you maybe want to go back to bed and cuddle under the blankets, honey?” he asked softly, not to startle you. “i can feel your goosebumps, you know?”

𐙚 joshua

wouldn’t say much, mostly because he wouldn’t want to stress you out even more. depending on how upset you’d be, joshua would either pull you close to him and tackle you in big bear hug, shielding you from the rest of the world, or drag you to the kitchen where he’d make a quick snack, so he could take your mind off of your bad dream. joshua knows you’re a sucker for his clingy side, so he’d use it to his advantage - he’d have you stand between him and the counter, your back pressed to his chest. he’d peck your cheeks and forehead from time to time, and tell you the most ridiculous jokes to make you laugh.

"what did the ocean say to the beach?"

“what?” you chuckled, knowing one of joshua’s dad jokes was about to make a comeback.

"nothing, it just waved."

was the joke lame? yes. did you laugh either way? yes, yes you did. people could call your boyfriend corny and cringe for his dad jokes, but they never failed to put a smile on your face. and that was all that mattered.

especially now, when you were still shaken up by the nightmare.

“feeling a bit better, darling?” joshua asked, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “do you want me to make some tea so you could drink it in bed?”

you pressed your back further into his chest, your body still trapped between him and the kitchen counter, in a safe little bubble. “only if you make one for yourself too?” you looked back at him only to find your boyfriend to be already looking at you.

“of course,” he smiled, kissing your nose.

𐙚 woozi

another one that would opt for taking your mind off of your nightmare - jihoon didn’t see a point in laying in bed and talking about it, like - wouldn’t that only bring back the bad memories? he’d place you between his legs, his chin resting on your shoulder, and place his computer on your lap, opening the last project he was working on. one of your favourite things in the world was jihoon talking about his work, and he knew that very well, so he’d softly explain what he was currently working on, whether it was lyrics, a beat, or a song that was almost finished. there was nothing more comforting than listening to your boyfriend’s gentle voice talking about something he loved.

jihoon rarely got scared, and it took a lot to make his heart beat faster, but there was one thing that always made him very frightened - you crying. you were his little ray of sunshine (no matter if you were a black cat or a golden retriever), you made his days brighter no matter what.

so, seeing you upset was something that made jihoon really, really worried.

“take this, honey,” he gave you one of the airpods, brushing your hair away from your ear. “i made this two days ago in a rush though, but soonyoung begged me to make this for him, so it’s nothing special.”

“you made it, of course it’s special,” you murmured, pulling his arm that wasn’t holding his laptop on your lap tighter around your body.

jihoon’s laugh filled your bedroom, and you could already feel your worries caused by the bad dream leaving your mind. “just wait till you hear the lyrics.”

𐙚 seokmin

a worried puppy - he’d wake up confused why he couldn’t feel you next to him, and the second he’d notice your upset face, he’d pull you into his arms, cradling the back of your head protectively. would ask you a thousand questions just because he thought that you hurt yourself, but when you’d hiccup something about “bad” and “dream” between your quiet sobs, he’d hold you a bit tighter, kissing the side of your face. this is such a cliche, but he WOULD sing to you - nothing in this world is more comforting than seokmin’s voice, especially when he sings your favourite songs.

“baby?” seokmin mumbled, his face pressed into his pillow, as he tried to reach for you with his arm.

instead of hearing your sleepy voice, he heard a quiet sob that sounded like… you.

his sleepiness and sulkiness because you weren’t there immediately changed into worry, his mind instantly thinking of the worst possibilities. “baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, getting up from bed in a second, and walking over to your side of the bed.

“i’m o-okay,” you hiccuped, as seokmin grabbed your hands in his. “just a b-bad dream.”

you could see his eyes get teary, and you felt even worse for making him worried, but even if you tried saying sorry - he didn’t let you. your boyfriend pulled you to his chest, placing your head right above his heart, so it could calm you down, cradling the back of your head with his hand.

“want me to sing something?”

𐙚 seungkwan

another worried one. it would take him some time to wake up and notice your absence, but at some point during the night he’d find it weird that the bed seemed oddly cold. at first he’d think that something happened with the boiler in his and jeonghan's house, so he’d reach for you to cuddle, and that's when he’d notice you were gone. seungkwan would immediately get up and search for you, and when he’d notice you wrapped in a blanket sitting on the sofa, he’d bombard you with hundreds of questions, most of which wouldn’t even make any sense. his heart would break seeing you so scared and upset, and he wouldn’t think twice before hugging you tightly. would also sing to you.

“baby, why did you leave the bed, it’s col-”

“are you okay?” “what are you doing?” “why are you here?” “is it because i stole the blankets?” “did jeonghan pull a prank again?” “i swear i didn’t mean to eat that last piece of cake.”

“boo seungkwan!” you laughed, grabbing his face in your hands. “i’m fine. it was just a bad dream and i didn’t want to wake you up.”

he looked at you with so much tenderness in his eyes and started to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, gently swiping his fingers over your skin. “wake me up next time, i don’t want you to suffer alone,” he murmured, and sat on the couch next to you, pulling you into a hug.

“so it was you who ate the cake!”

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futurecorps3 · 11 months

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can i request a jj x reader where she keeps saying she's sick but jj doesnt believe it and thinks it's just an excuse to not go to the midsummers or whatever u choose, but then when they both go, she passes out and jj gets worried and protective. thank uuu smm!!

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Summary: JJ thinks you're lying Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader Warnings: JJ kind of being an ass lmao, sickness, mentions of headaches, reader faints and I think that's it, lmk if I missed any! Word Count: 2.6K Requested: Yes

A/N: Took me a while to figure this one out cause I think J wouldn't be like that in the first place but let's try!! Hope u like, nonnie<3

Everything sucked. There was no way a human could have this bad luck, and Y/N had begun to think the universe had it against her at this point. She had spent almost a month finding the perfect dress and headpiece for Midsummers' night, two months in convincing her parents to let her bring JJ as her plus one and a solid three weeks in convincing JJ.

Only for a mind bending migraine to come storming its way right in the morning. She tried ignoring it for a while, taking some pain-killers to try to ease the pain, but they did absolutely nothing. Her parents had left early to help the Camerons set everything up (sitting around and ordering people) and the party started around five, so she opted for sleeping to see if the headache would subside.

It didn't; she realized right when JJ's booming voice rang through her ears, waking her up. "Figured I'd come down here so we could get ready together!" Her boyfriend said with a grin, holding the tuxedo she had bought for him in his arms. She incorporated from her bed. Standing up with a little dizziness, she couldn't let slide and kissed him as a greeting.

"For an event, it took me days to convince you to go to, you truly are excited." Y/N smiled, feeling a little light-headed. "Did you shower?" She asked as she buried her head in his chest as JJ's arms wrapped around her waist "'Course mamma, just for you... but by the looks of it you haven't" he smiled as his girlfriend hit his chest playfully.

"You're right though, be right back". Y/N stepped in her bathroom as she heard JJ play some music on her speaker. Hopefully, the shower would help the pain she could no longer stand. She tried massaging her scalp and breathe in the scents of her soaps, relax in the water and whatnot but it didn’t help.

She felt as if someone was pushing her eyeballs into the inside her skull while pounding the sides of her head with a hammer, the worst migraine she ever had. Now, this whole thing was important for both Y/N and JJ, as it was the first time they’d be attending an event of this nature together… but she wasn’t sure the headache would allow her.

The thought made her sulk a little, but in the end, the migraine was stronger. She stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel as well as her hair, watching JJ play around with her necklaces and rings. “J, I-I don’t think we can go” she muttered, disappointment clear in her shaking voice when she noticed how his face fell.

“What do you mean?” he sounded almost shocked. “My head’s been hurting like a motherfucker since I woke up, I-I tried taking some painkillers but they worked for shit and-“ “Y/N you ain’t gotta lie… just say you don’t wanna go with me”.

She couldn’t bear thinking JJ thought it had to do with him “Baby no, I-I’m serious! We could stay in and cuddle if you want, maybe watch Top Gun or-“ then he laughed. “Stop pretending”

“What?” “I know you don’t want me to meet all your kook friends and I know you're kind of ashamed of dating me even though you say you aren’t and-“ “What are you talking about!?”

This was a very JJ thing to think. And no, he wasn’t being manipulative. Y/N knew he meant every word he was saying. And that’s what hurt the most. He could get insecure and honestly, she couldn’t blame him. He grew up in a place that condemned him for the blood running through his veins, hearing things like “he’s just like his old man” or “a Maybank after all” when he fucked up.

Yes, he was reckless and stupid, but he was also kind and a good man. Y/N knew he had some reservations coming into this entire relationship with her because being friends differed completely from being boyfriend and girlfriend. The judgments they were to face were clear, but she always reassured him that as long as they were together they’d be okay.

She could see why he’d think that way. “It’s not like that, baby-“ “Except it is” he said, running his hands through his hair and pacing around the room. “Let’s go then” she gave in. Physical pain hurt way more than knowing JJ thought she was embarrassed to be dating him. She could handle it.

“Oh, so suddenly your headache goes away?” He snapped, throwing air quotes in the word headache which made Y/N, who was already getting her hair done, give him a look of “drop it” and he did, kissing her in the cheek before changing into his suit.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When they got there, Y/N’s headache was nowhere near better, but she tried paying no mind to it; what mattered was she was walking down to the party with JJ holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers gently as they approached her parents; him squeezing her's back.

“Hi sweetie!” My mom smiles, hugging her tightly with the sweetest grin and then moves to hug her boyfriend. “JJ, we’re so glad you could make it! Go ahead to our table. It’s four over there and I made sure to seat you with Sarah and Kie”. The woman was always kind to J, making sure he felt welcomed in their lives.

Who was really hard to convince was her dad, always wary of the boys Y/N brings home. Now, him being a pogue well… that stir shit up to say the least. “Thank you” the boy answered her mom, then turning to her dad. “Hello, sir”. Her dad gave JJ a stern look and held out his hand “Hello JJ”. And that was it for him.

As they were walking to their table, Y/N realized her boyfriend’s face fell a little at the interaction with her dad. “Hey hey, it’s okay… you know how he gets,” she quickly assured and he directed those sad blue eyes to her “I just don’t get why he doesn’t like me” he sighed, a sad chuckle leaving his lips.

“You don’t usually care what people think of you, J. Why do yo-“ “I care because he’s your dad! I don’t care if Pope’s parents or- or Kie’s don’t like me, I couldn’t give less of a fuck but not with you. He’s your dad and as much as we know he’s unfair with me for being a pogue, I-I would like him to like me”

Y/N’s heart broke at his words, making her feet stop next to the dancefloor, her headache pulsating at the strong wave of emotions. “We can’t make him like you but when we get married…” JJ laughed at that, placing big hands around her waist and smiling “When we get married, he’ll realize I couldn’t wish for a better person to be with me forever. Because you love me, and I love you.” She grinned, pecking his nose to then resume their way to their seats.

When a waiter approached them and Y/N ordered water instead of some champagne, JJ looked at her funny. "Water? Who are you? Kie?" He joked, the aforementioned throwing a small napkin to his head "At least I'm not going to die of some weird liver disease like you J!" Kiara countered, giggling slightly. "I told you I'm not feeling well" Y/N mumbled, and before he could say anything, she joined Sarah and Kie's conversation.

As the conversations flowed and laughter filled the air, Y/N valiantly pushed through the discomfort, not wanting her condition to dampen the joyous occasion. Engaging in lighthearted banter with her friends, she managed to mask the underlying pain she felt. Yet, behind her radiant smile, an unrelenting throbbing persisted, casting a shadow on her otherwise vibrant spirit.

As Y/N's voice intertwined with the playful chatter, a sudden surge of dizziness overwhelmed her senses. Her head felt heavy, as if wrapped in a dense fog, and her vision blurred around the edges. The familiar pain that had been nagging her intensified, clawing at her temples.

She desperately clung to the facade of normalcy, but her body betrayed her resilience. Y/N's grip on the conversation faltered, her words becoming muddled as her mind struggled to keep pace. Her friends noticed the change in her demeanor, a fleeting flicker of concern crossing their faces. "You 'kay Y/N/N?" John B asked.

In that moment, Y/N's world seemed to spin out of control. Sensations of disorientation and weakness cascaded through her body, leaving her feeling adrift and vulnerable. The sounds of her friends' voices morphed into a distant echo, as if they were calling to her from a great distance.

The once vibrant party faded into the background, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity of Y/N's migraine. Her focus narrowed to a single point of struggle, her every instinct urging her to find solace and relief from the torment that gripped her. "Baby?" She heard JJ mumble as her consciousness teetered on the precipice. Y/N's body succumbed to the overpowering sensations, causing her to lose consciousness.

A profound stillness enveloped Y/N as she drifted away, suspended in a momentary limbo between wakefulness and oblivion. Time became a fleeting concept, and the outside world ceased to exist for those brief moments.

In that suspended state, Y/N's body rested, unaware of the commotion that unfolded around her. JJ held her full weight in his arms, shock written all over his features. "Y/N! Baby, wake up!" he hopelessly pleads, the attention of the nearby tables focusing entirely on him. Kiara rushed over to her as well as Sarah and John, all in a frenzy, knowing nothing of what was going on.

"John, go get the twinkie! Ambulances will take a while to come to this side of the island." JJ hurried, feeling everyone's gaze on him but caring only for the peaceful look on his girlfriend's face. John B nodded and left quickly to get the van as close as he could. Then, guilt came rushing through J's veins like injected adrenaline; this was hois fault.

Y/N had tried to tell him she wasn't feeling okay, but he was too petty and way more inside his head when she was just being honest. He felt a sting in his eyes and as soon as he blinked; the tears stained Y/N's dress. "I'm so sorry baby" he whispered, Sarah and Kie looking puzzled at him asking for forgiveness at a time like this.

"JJ, this is not your fault" the blonde said, rubbing his back reassuringly but before she could continue, he began shaking his head "Y-You don't understand, she told me her head was hurting but-but I was stupid and thought she didn't wanna be seen with me and-" a sob interrupted his sentence, making Kie hug him tightly. "It's still not your fault".

He cried for a few more seconds, holding Y/N close so he could feel her still steady heartbeat against his ear until John B came rolling down in the twinkie. JJ noticed Y/N's dad approaching when he lifted up his girlfriend, but he needed to get her to the hospital quick. "I'll get her to the hospital sir, meet you there," He said in a panic, his friends and him getting in the van and speeding off to the emergency room.

He felt his heart sink as John drove and he could notice Y/N's breath quicken, then falter. JJ rarely felt guilt, but this was the way the universe was punishing him, he figured. "Hurry" he mumbled, knowing his best friend was doing his best not to crash while getting his girl to the hospital as soon as he could.

Eventually they got there. Everything from when the car stopped to him sitting next to her bed was a blur for JJ; he had a vague memory of the doctors saying she passed out from the migraine and dehydration, nothing fatal but if JJ hadn't been there to catch her when she blacked out it could've caused a concussion.

The pogues stayed there against the professional's advice, saying they should go home and sleep, that Y/N would be awake by morning and they would be able to talk to her then. They refused. Kie and Pope (who got there as soon as he heard the news) cuddled on a couch. Sarah and John did the same as JJ just sat next to Y/N's bed, holding her hand.

The doctors instructed her boyfriend to give her water as soon as she woke up and notify a nurse that would help her immediately, but in the meantime, all they could do was wait. Her parents walked in to find a room of teenagers sleeping at around eleven. Her mom woke JJ up so he could fill them in.

"Mrs. Y/L/N... hi" he sleepily mumbled, rearranging the wild mess his hair was by brushing it back to later rub the sleep out of her face. Her father was standing behind her with an angry expression, and before Y/N's mother could speak, he approached JJ menacingly. "You explain to me right this second why you didn't ask me what was to be done as soon as she passed out! We were so-" the man whisper yelled so the others wouldn't wake up.

"I'm sorry sir, and with all due respect, I could not care less about what you thought would be appropriate other than bringing her to the hospital. I couldn't care less about how you both were feeling; she needed help, and she needed it right that second. I'm sorry if I crossed any boundaries but, as you would be able to tell if you gave me a chance, I have no limit when it comes to your daughter's well being" JJ declared, not once getting his eyes off Y/N's dad.

And he was telling the truth, too. He would go to the ends of earth for her and if her being safe meant her dad would hate him more, it was okay for him. Suddenly, Y/N's mother engulfed him in a tight hug. "She couldn't be with someone better than you. We're just glad she's safe and to know our girl is with someone who will look after her. Thank you, JJ" she smiled.

He smiled wide, returning the hug. "No problem, ma'am. The doc said she'd be just fine. Apparently she had a migraine and hadn't drunk enough water... we're all just waiting for her to wake up". When the blonde raised his eyes to the man behind her, there was something different. Respect, maybe. He didn't really care in this moment.

Her parents stayed in some chairs outside, and, at around midnight, Y/N woke up. JJ was the first one to notice when her hand moved to wrap around his finger while he mindlessly scrolled through twitter. He dropped his phone, almost falling to the ground when he tossed it somewhere as he turned to look at Y/N. "Hi, hi baby" He cooed, pretty y/e/c staring at him just like he needed "Mmm, my hero", Y/N's voice was hoarse.

JJ giggled, handing her a bottle of water and stroking her cheek softly. "I'm sorry baby, I-I should've listened to you when you tried to tell me" He sighed the apologies he repeated like a prayer hours ago "S'okay J" "It's not. Shouldn't have let my mind get in the way. I'm glad you're okay" "Yeah me too... I'm also glad to see you, baby... Dreamt about you while I was out" "As you should," he jokingly said, both of them laughing and sharing a sweet kiss.

The story after that is short. Y/N recovered, JJ was finally allowed at family dinner (and exchanged pleasant conversations with his soon to be father-in-law as he called him). ♡

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cinnamoneve · 9 months

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𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐲.

idolatry \ īˈdälətrē \ (n.) - extreme admiration, love, or reverence for something or someone.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x fem!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend just makes the perfect wedding date ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader is wearing a dress, is called beautiful, shorter than gojo, reader drinks alcohol ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.8k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: you are all subject to me writing self indulgent fics ♡ currently stuck at an airport for a wedding tomorrow and this man would look so fine in a suit (also i Would Like to marry him). anyways i love you thank you for reading !!!

any excuse gojo satoru had to dress up and take the night off, he’d eat up.

you offhandedly mentioned to your boyfriend that you had a family wedding coming up. fortunately, you were given the opportunity to bring a plus one–and you knew just the man for the occasion.

“should we match? and coordinate our outfits?”

“it’s not high school prom, satoru. we don’t have to match”

he didn’t know. while his life had been very well lived in his 28 years, attending a wedding hadn’t been crossed off his list yet. he’d secretly hoped that the first one he would attend would be yours, with him standing across from you to seal in your devotion to one another for the rest of your lives.

but alas, he can’t get what he wants this time.

while he’s met your family here and there, this will be the first full-scale event where you’re hard launching your boyfriend into the family. it’s a lot at once. for a normal person, it’d be overwhelming. but most weren’t people-oriented the way your boyfriend was.

“can you at least tell me the color of your dress?”

“it’s green”

“green suit then. got it.”

reading your body language and glare burning the back of his head, satoru was quick to write it off as ‘kidding!’ of course you believed him, but half of your brain told you not to.

you had almost forgotten about it all until the day of the event, when satoru picked up his suit from the dry cleaner. you tried to steal a peek underneath the white bag, but he playfully swatted you away with a “nuh-uh.” you pushed it from your mind and continued to get ready.

satoru’s cologne was always the indication that it was time to go. subtle yet overwhelming, the musky scent filled the air of any room he walked into. it felt like he applied enough so everyone could smell it, but you could only appreciate it if you were buried into his neck. it sucked you in and was warm enough to feel like an embrace. when you could hear him applying his cologne, the scent came moments later, and so did the nerves.

usually in uniform or in sweatpants, rarely could satoru go all out and dress to the nines. you’ve only been lucky to see it once or twice, but never to this extent.

you walked out of the bathroom to meet him, and man, he looked good. it took everything in you to remember the commitment you made to your family and your rsvp instead of staying home and jumping him there.

in his black suit, he definitely cleaned up well. the black suit only contrasted his snow-white hair, which matched into the white button-up he paired underneath. after the first wave of nerves and infatuation passed, you were relieved to note he wasn’t wearing a full-green suit like he’d teased. the harder you looked, though, you could see glimpses of yourself and his love woven in the outfit. a green pocket square, a thin green tie, and even socks to match.

he even matched his cufflinks to the type of metal your jewelry was.

gosh, he was so perfect sometimes, it infuriated you. this time, you could let it pass. maybe just this once.

he let out a whistle when his eyes met yours.

“you look beautiful, love”

“you don’t look so bad yourself, satoru”

“oh don’t be mean, you were practically drooling over there”

“shut up,” you laughed. he pulled you into a kiss to meet your giggles halfway. he just loved to kiss you when you were smiling, just so he could taste how happy he made you.

satoru wore his happiness on his sleeve; probably more, if there was even a phrase for it. you could hear that he was smiling when he talked. he would smile while kissing you, which would always pull and curl his lips in a way that made you melt. he was so unapologetically and irrevocably in love with you, and the best way to show it was with his smile–in any way he could.

he pulled your hand close, placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, and led you outside to the car. opening the door for you like the gentleman he was, you feigned a “wow, thank you, baby” to make him feel so chivalrous, as if he doesn’t do it every time

and you did the same, as you always had, when he opened the door for you at the venue. he took your hand so tenderly in his as you walked inside.

the ceremony was intimate, so you and most of the party were only attending the reception. satoru was already confused by the proceedings and this didn’t help his case.

“so they’re already married? they already kissed the bride? we missed the vows?”

“yes, love,” was the only way you could answer. it was almost a soft launch into a wedding for him. no formalities of ceremonies that were following any specific practice or culture, just dancing and alcohol with a side of celebrating love.

boy, you needed a drink. gojo had a million questions about family members he hadn’t seen in a while, how they were, and if they would remember him.

you both made your rounds during the cocktail hour to greet old and new friends and family. always the social butterfly, satoru seemed to command every conversation and have everyone feel included and heard.

he had a certain air about him that made anyone he was talking to seem like the most important person in the world. he was an avid listener, eye-contact enthusiast, and lover of remembering details about people. oh, you told him you were looking to vacation in europe last time he saw you? best believe he’d ask if you’ve gotten there yet.

because he was driving, satoru drank just enough to get him loose. meanwhile, family events made you slam drink after drink. something about all your family in a dance hall with an open bar just spoke to you.

the rest of the night flowed as it usually did. you had found your seats with some of your favorite family members, and gojo made a point to sit as close to you as he could.

it was one of your favorite things about him. he unconsciously always scoots his chair closer to you, so at least your legs would be touching. such a clingy man–he’d die before anyone at that table but you knew it though.

so under the table his affection stayed, in the form of foot taps and unconscious shapes drawn on your thigh as he talked to one of your cousin’s boyfriends.

the alcohol had made you a little spacey before the reception truly kicked off. the couple had their first dance, and afterwards, all the couples in the room were invited to share it with them.

satoru giggled at you.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i just think you’re pretty, satoru”

he slowly stood up and adjusted his suit jacket.

“if you wanted to ask me to dance, you could’ve just asked. there’s no need to be shy about it, baby”

maybe it was the alcohol, but something about satoru tonight made your heart skip a few beats. it did turn you a little shy, you realized. you felt the blush creeping up your face as he grabbed your hand.

“may i have this dance?”

so lame. it was so lame. so cliche, overdone, movie-esque…the list can go on. normally, you would’ve faked a gag at this line. he loved to pull out the cheesy lines to make you squirm.

nothing came out this time. you just looked at him with your cheeks hot, shyly looking away as you rose to meet him.

satoru led you to the dance floor before putting his hand on your waist with your clasped hands at your sides. you found yourself buried into his chest, listening to his heartbeat in line with the slow song playing in the background. the music seemed to fade out of your mind as it felt like the two of you were the only people on the dance floor.

he kept the pace (and kept you upright) as the two of you stepped back and forth with one another, bodies falling into each other to the tune of the song.

his cologne was intoxicating. something about it made your heart soar. you wanted to get ready with him for the rest of your lives. stupid how something as simple as whatever he decided to spray had you wanting it to be your reminder of plans every time you made them. you hoped that scent would be your own personal alarm every time you and satoru had somewhere to go. hell, you’d make plans if it meant he’d fill up the house with this little piece of himself.

“what do you think our wedding will be like?”

the vibration of satoru’s chest with his question pulls you out of your thoughts.

you think about it for a bit. you wondered what the two of you would be like by then. it could be tomorrow or in five years–either way, you wouldn’t be the same as you are now. just the thought alone made you excited.

you were in love with him, definitely. in love with who he was about to be, in love with who he was when you met him. who he was when he woke up this morning, yesterday, last week, and who he’ll be tomorrow. it was all unknown. but not a scary unknown, no; it was comforting that you two grew adjacently to one another, yet, together.

that’s love, you realized. maybe it’s not sharing your first dance among your friends and family, or standing face-to-face professing your vows, or wearing white or taking some seal to honor and love each other for as long as you live.

it was something in-between, something unwritten; hidden between open car doors and cufflinks.

you would dance with him as long as you could, though. at least you had known that for sure. happiness with satoru must be between slow dancing together, wondering when he’d pull you close and dip you, each time pretending he was going to drop you because he thought it was funny, just to kiss you when he pulled you back up. or maybe when he’d twirl you off his hand, stealing a glimpse at the way your eyes stayed on him while you slowly spun.

the rest of the night was incredibly uneventful. satoru danced with all of your aunties and your mother, stealing them away to tell them how beautiful they looked so they’d feel loved.

maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind, or maybe it was the most sober thought you’d had all night, but like satoru, you found yourself wishing that the next wedding you go to would be your own.

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vintagenahbi · 1 month

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HOME pt.1

Jin x Reader

Summary: You and Jin discover that you are expecting your first child, but are faced with challenges that neither of you could imagine.

Warnings: topics related to pregnancy that could be considered controversial.

Jin and the guys were about to start shooting In the Soop when I got the news I would be allowed on set with them. I had been dating Jin for two years now, but never got the chance to see him in his work element. I was so busy with work myself that I rarely had the time to visit him or even know what all went on behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, I had been sick for the past two weeks and Jin did not feel comfortable leaving me home. Since I had moved to South Korea alone, I didn’t have anyone to care for me, leaving the only option of going on set. It was entirely Jin’s idea to have me near him in case my sickness worsened.

When we arrived, everything was going smoothly for me. I made it to my room which was separate from the main house so I wouldn’t be seen by any of the cameras. I had my own space that Jin could come see me anytime, not to mention the beautiful view outside my window. Although I felt a little isolated I didn’t mind. It was peaceful being in nature, not having to work and only focusing on getting better. Plus I got to spend some time with Jin.

I put on my lounge wear and got into bed immediately after unpacking. I had been exhausted, I had flu symptoms that were out of this world. Some days all I could do was stay hunched over the toilet for hours at a time. After a while it started to take a toll on my body causing me to be tired all the time. I knew once my head hit my pillow I was going to be out like a light.

I heard a soft knock at my door. I sat up to see Jin’s head peaking through. I smiled as he walked his way over to me. He sat on the bed with his long slender frame. He looked at me with his stare lingering down to my lips. I quickly pressed my lips against his causing him to blush. He pulled me in for a hug, pushing me down back on the bed attacking me with kisses. I started to giggle.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me. I wish you felt a little better though.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. As I was about to kiss him, I felt the sudden urge to throw up. I moved him away, rushing into the bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat up and all the contents from my stomach came rushing out. Jin stood behind me rubbing my back. I tried to apologize but I was too sick to even speak.

I heard Jin sigh. Being this sick was almost unbearable. I had never felt this bad in my life. I wanted to cry and apologize, but nothing ever came out.

We heard someone yell out Jin’s name to signal him to come back for a side interview. He rubbed my back one more time kissing my forehead. He left the bathroom. I curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor simply because I was too weak to get up. I started to cry because having no control over my body for two weeks was causing me to suffer. Then it suddenly dawned on me. The light bulb went off and I gathered the strength to figure out what was behind this sudden illness.

I sat on the bed holding the slender object in my hand. Hours had passed and I had not seen Jin since earlier. I heard on a knock on the door and it was Jin. I hide the object in my hoodie pocket. I grabbed his hand and walked him over to the bathroom again. I turned off his mic as if I was a secret informant who couldn’t have this conversation get to anyone else.

I took the object out my pocket and handed it to Jin. He looked at it. I watched his expression closely. Nothing changed. Absolutely no reaction. He handed it back to me.

“Jin say something.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“We can’t.” Those words cut me like a knife. “We can’t have a kid right now. The timing is not good.” I looked at him shocked. His facial expression shifted from panic to a realization of what he had said. “I didn’t mean that.”

“So I’m gonna have to raise this baby alone? Like you said it’s not a good time for you.” I shoved him away. He grabbed my arm and wrapped his arms around me. I cried against his shoulder. He held me close almost as if it were for dear life. I could feel his breathing quicken and his heart was pounding.

Jin pulled me away and rubbed his thumb against my cheek. I cleaned my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie. He lifted my chin to look up at him. I could tell he was about to get serious. Before he could speak I cut him off.

“I want this baby.” He had no verbal response, he only pulled me back in for a long embrace.

“I want it too. I’m sorry I reacted that way, it’s just that it’s sudden. I thought I’d be married first. I thought you’d get to know my family better, not to mention I haven’t met yours yet. I thought it would be different.” I nodded my head in agreement. I thought it would be different as well, but these were the cards we were dealt. It was starting to make sense. All the sickness, me barely being able to stay awake during work, constantly bloated.

He grabbed my hand and took me over to the bed. We laid down and cuddled for a while. The entire time he kept his hand on my stomach, nearly imagining what was about to be. Jin checked his phone and saw that he had 5 missed messages telling him to come back to the main house. He left again and I was stuck there to face the reality alone. My mind excited, my body weak.

The next day I managed to go unseen. I got a ride to the doctors so that Jin and I could confirm if I was really pregnant. The doctor gave me the news I was already expecting. I was 9 weeks pregnant, however I was blindsided when I immediately found out this pregnancy could cost me mine and the baby’s life. I sat on that doctor’s chair frozen. The drive back I felt absolutely numb.

I got back into my room and crawled into bed. The room was spinning and everything felt like it was a dream. Jin walked in without knocking this time to make sure I was okay.

“What did the doctor say?” Jin said inquisitively.

“He said that it’s a high risk pregnancy. I could have this baby but there is a-“ I paused for a moment to clear the lump out of my throat. “There is a chance that I and/or the baby might die.” The last word nearly took Jin’s breath away. He sat on the bed immediately taking in the news he just heard. “Before you say anything, I still think we should keep this baby.” He looked at me with a stern face. He rubbed his tongue on his inner cheek to contain what I assumed was anger.

“No.”

“Jin, I want this baby.”

“No Y/N, our story isn’t going to end with me losing you. You can’t. I don’t want you to. I can’t lose the thing that jolted me back to reality. I’m not losing you.” I started to get teary eyed. I understood his pain. Although it had been two years of dating, I had found my best friend. Now there was a chance that that would be taken from the both of us or we would have to grieve the pain of losing a baby.

“Jin.” I whispered. He looked at me with tears flowing down his cheek. The door suddenly opened and we both looked. It was a PA telling Jin to go back again. He collected himself and stood up. Before he left the room he turned back to look at me.

“I can’t lose you Y/N.”

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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bearr02 · 7 months

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Safe and sound |Chapter Ten|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: maybe a bit angsty, Kook cries, plus this chapter is unedited so like idk if it will be good 🙃

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.9k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: so like yeah, sorry this took so long from my last update but I at least got it out so that’s good

I’ve just been pretty busy and haven’t had time to myself to sit down and write for a bit beside a few words here and there

I know I got a teaser out but that was an idea I couldn’t pass up (same with that story idea) and like I didn’t wanna forget it, so I put my things to the side for a minute to do those so yeah

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It took Jungkook a while to calm down, but he eventually did. He eventually fell asleep on you, the exhaustion of crying catching up to him. “Do you want me to move him?” Hoseok asks, sitting on the bed beside you and Jungkook. “Please.” You whine, your bladder painfully full. Hoseok chuckles, sliding his arms between yours and Jungkook’s body’s, lifting the hybrid from you, laying him on the bed. You almost cry out in relief, pushing yourself off your bed to rush to the bathroom.

—

You shut the door behind you with a content sigh, Hoseok laughing at your state. “I’m guessing you really had to pee?” He asks through his laugh. You nod, walking over to the bed before falling fast first on it beside Hoseok. “Will..Kook be okay?” You ask, turning your head toward Hoseok. “He should be.” Hoseok mumbles with a nod, carding his fingers through said hybrid's hair. “I think he’ll be better now that we’re with you. Safe.” Hoseok mumbles.

You smile, “Good.” You mumble, shuffling up to lay your head on your pillow, flipping onto your back.

“‘M gonna go to sleep.” You say with a sigh, snuggling up to Hoseok as your eyes slide shut. “Sleep tight, Y/n.” Hoseok mumbles, wrapping an arm around you as he gets comfortable.

Before you know it, you're drifting off to the sound of Hoseok's steady heartbeat.

—

You groan, reaching up to hold your pillow in place. But what you grab isn’t your pillow. You crack your eyes open, looking up to see Jungkook’s face, eyes closed as he dreams. You shrug slightly, wrapping your arms around his body, snuggling into him before drifting back to sleep.

—

This time, when you wake up, it’s because of your alarm. You whine, reaching over to turn it off. “Y/n?” Jungkook grumbles, shifting beneath you. “Sorry, Koo, didn’t mean to wake you. I gotta head into work.” You say, pushing yourself off his chest. “Work?” Hoseok grumbles, sitting up on the other side of Jungkook. You hum, getting out of bed while stretching. “You just got hurt yesterday, Y/n. You’re not going into work.” Hoseok says, voice groggy with sleep. “I’ll be fine.” You say, making your way to your closet to grab clothes.

“I don’t trust you.” Hoseok mumbles, rubbing his eyes. You shake your head with a smile, “I’ll be fine, Hobi.” You say, shuffling through your shirts.

You grab a plain, white knit sweater and baggy jeans, walking out of your closet. “Do you have to go?” Jungkook asks through a whine, now sitting on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry, Koo, but I do.” You say, ruffling his hair on your way to your bathroom. “But why? Can’t you take a day off? They know you got hurt!” Jungkook whines, wiggling on the bed as he speaks making you smile. “I’ll be fine, if they send me home I’ll come back, okay?” You say, walking back over to cup his face in your hands.

He pouts up at you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close enough for him to nuzzle into your stomach. “Just stay..please?” Jungkook whispers, a small whine escaping him as he presses himself impossibly closer. “I can’t Bun, I’m sorry.” You say, carding your finger through his hair. Jungkook whines.

Then you feel something wet seep through your sweater onto your stomach.

“Kook?” You call out, trying to pull his head away from your stomach. He fights you with another whine, shaking his head. “Don’t wan’ you to leave.” Jungkook whispers.

You sigh, moving to kneel on the floor. Jungkook whines louder at the movement, trying to keep you upright. He fails in the end, covering his eyes with his ears. “Bun I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be back before you know it.” You whisper, carding your hand through his hair to the best of your ability. “Please stay.” He whispers, a small whimper escaping him. You sigh, mumbling a small ‘okay’ before you stand up, kissing the top of his head before picking your phone up from the nightstand. You scroll through your contacts until you find Mr. Duboses.

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispers, hugging you from behind. You hum, patting his arm with a smile.

—

Mr. Dubose didn’t fight you on wanting to call out, saying it was for the best incase you had any issues. Jungkook was elated that you called out for him, snuggling up to you as soon as you laid back down. Hoseok was happy as well, saying you shouldn’t be going into work anyway, and that it’s best you called out. He was pretty much already asleep when you laid back down, missing out on the cuddle session Jungkook started.

“Thank you for staying home.” Jungkook mumbles for the hundredth time, scenting your shoulder. You hum, carding your fingers through his hair as you scroll through TikTok. “Really.” Jungkook mumbles again, “I was just worried about you.” He whispers. You frown when you feel something wet hit your shoulder. “Bun?” You call out, leaning your head on Jungkook’s.

He whimpers, pushing himself closer to you. He mumbles something you can’t quite pick up, his lips moving against your neck the only proof he said something. “I can’t hear you, Koo.” You say, trying to move his head from your neck. He whines but moves back, ears shielding his eyes. “Didn’t wan’ something to happen to you.” He admits in a whisper, before a huff of air escapes him and he frustratedly wipes his eyes. “‘M sorry, I dunno why ‘m crying.” He says through a scoff, sitting back on his heels.

“Kook, no. You’re fine. If you cry, you cry. You can’t control that.” You say, sitting up as well. “But I can.” He insists, sobbing into his hands. You frown, pulling him back into your arms. He goes limp against you, hiding his face in your neck. “Jungkook?” Hoseok's groggy voice asks, sitting up in bed as he rubs his eyes. He only gets a whimper in response from Jungkook. “‘S he okay?” Hoseok asks, scooting closer. “I don’t know.” You say through a sigh, leaning your head onto Jungkook’s.

“Jungkook?” Hoseok calls, running his hand through Jungkook’s hair. “What’s the matter, Bun?” Hoseok asks, trying to pull him away from your body. He fights Hoseok with a whimper, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Bun, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Hoseok asks, his brows furrowing in concern as he runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair again. “‘M weak.” Jungkook whimpers, moving his head so you and Hoseok can hear him clearer.

You look at Hoseok with furrowed brows, “You’re not weak, Bun.” You say, kissing the side of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook shakes his head, mumbling a small “I am” into your neck. “For crying? Bun, everyone cries. Even the toughest people cry.” You say. Jungkook pulls his head back to look at you. “Really?” He asks, sniffling. “Really.” You say, smiling at him reassuringly. He nods, wiping his runny nose with the back of his hand. “Thank you.” Jungkook mumbles, looking at you through teary eyes. “For what?” You ask, carding your hands through his hair. “Comforting me.” He says, looking down as he nervously plays with his hands. “You don’t need to thank me for that, Bun.” You say with a smile, ruffling his hair making him whine, batting away your hand with a small, shy giggle.

Hoseok smiles at the interaction, leaning back on his hands.

—

After the situation with Jungkook passed fully, no more tears slipping from his eyes and no more sniffles, you offered to run him a bath in hopes it will make him feel a bit better.

“I think Jungkook is happier here with you.” Hoseok says, leaning on the counter as he watches you make breakfast. “Really?” You ask, glancing behind you at Hoseok with a smile. “Yeah. I haven’t seen him smile as much in the last few years as he has the past day.” He says, smiling. “That’s good to hear. He was starting to worry me. I wanna make that man who had you before suffer. In more ways than one.” You say, a huff of air escaping your lips as you pout angrily.

“At least we have you. We thought we’d be stuck with that dickhead forever.” Hoseok says, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “True.” You mumble, leaning your head against his. “I’m happy we found you. We missed you so much.” Hoseok mumbles, scenting your shoulder lightly. “I am too.” You say, a smile appearing on your lips.

“I smell food.” Jungkook says, walking down the hallway. You laugh, shaking your head as you flip over the pancake. “I swear you’re always summoned by the smell of food.” You say, glancing at Jungkook. He whines, pouting at you as he comes closer, holding his brace in his free hand. “Can you help me? I dunno how to get this on..” He asks, holding it out in front of him. You hum, making sure to shuffle you and Hoseok a bit away from the stove before turning to Jungkook. You take the brace from him, gently taking his injured arm in your hand, slowly pushing it into the brace.

You gently pat his uninjured arm once you have it on, turning to continue to make breakfast.

—

“Thank you, Y/nie.” Jungkook says through his pancake-full mouth. You hum, popping a piece of your own pancake into your mouth. “This is really good.” Hoseok says, practically stuffing his face. “Thank you.” You say with a smile, popping a blueberry into your mouth. “What do you say we go shopping today? You guys are gonna need clothes and necessities.” You say, looking up at Jungkook and Hoseok. “You don’t have to buy us anything, we can always try and go look around for clothes.” Hoseok says nonchalantly, shrugging. Your brows furrow, “What do you mean? Of course I’m gonna buy you both clothes.” You say, looking between the two.

“We’re used to scavenging for clothes, it won’t be anything new.” Hoseok mumbles, poking at his food. “Yeah but you’re with me now. And I have enough money to get you guys things before you even say anything about that.” You say, noticing the look on their faces. “You don’t have to.” Jungkook mumbles, poking at his food as well. “But I want to. You’re my boys now and I gotta take care of you.” You say, missing the blush that dusts both of their cheeks as you look back at your food to cut a piece off.

“We’re older than you though, if anything we should take care of you.” Hoseok says, looking up at you. “Yeah yeah, but as much as it fucking sucks, I get more rights. Besides, Kook is still a baby in my eyes.” You say with a shrug, looking back up at the two hybrids across from you. “Hey. I’m 3 years older than you.” Jungkook whines with a pout. “2 and a few months.” You say cheekily, smiling at him. He grumbles a ‘whatever’ as he goes back to eating his food. “You’re still a baby in my eyes too, Kook.” Hoseok says, continuing to eat his pancakes.

Jungkook whines, “You’re both picking on me!” He says, wiggling in his seat as he speaks, making both you and Hoseok laugh. “Nah, we’re just agreeing you’re adorable.” You tease, making him whine louder if possible. “I am not.” Jungkook grumbles, pouting. “Sure Kook, sure.” You say with a shake of your head and a smile.

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A/n: I hope this chapter was good, cause like I said it’s unedited so it might be so-so but y’know

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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"I've had it..."

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: 18+, your typical friends (and temporary roommates) to lovers 😁, annoyed and frustrated Reader, heavy & passionate make-out session, eagerness, a few things end up broken - collateral damage, brief spanking (both parties), some grinding and groping, mentions of nakedness, Bradley is sweet and big 🙈 (this should be canon), implied funny sexy times, mentions of multiple orgasms, potential Lieutenant kink (????), lots of banter & jokes, lots of cursing as well, hopefully I didn't forget something - while it is 18+ and minors should not be reading this, it's nothing too graphic but more cute & funny smut(ish) fic 😊

It was supposed to be temporary. Bradley told you he'd crash at your apartment for a few weeks, just until he graduated from Top Gun. He called himself your temporary, barely there roommate.

Then, three weeks later, he graduated. At the top of his class no less and you were his plus one. It was a nice event, the party was awesome and it was almost bittersweet, but you were excited to have the flat all to yourself again. Bradley was supposed to leave right after, a day or two later.

It's been 46 days and he is still here. Yes, you have been counting.

You were glaring daggers at him as you leaned over your kitchen bar, sipping your morning coffee. He fell asleep on the couch again, with all the dirty dishes laying all around him. Your eye twitched as he turned his back to you and you revealed a stain on your couch.

Your couch is not worth jail time. You had to remind yourself.

It was fun having him back in the city, but Bradley really overstayed his welcome and you were running out of patience. It wasn't so much that his presence was annoying you, just his habits. For example when he leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Or takes the first towel he comes across, which is usually yours as he tends to leave his all over the apartment. Or even though you have repeatedly told him to clean after himself he is usually too tired to do it. And you understood him in the beginning as he came back home at weird hours and you gave him a pass even though you wanted to throw the dirty clothes and dishes in or at his face. But you knew it was temporary, so you just sucked it up and cleaned instead of him.

But now it was starting to seriously piss you off. On top of it, it didn't help that you weren't able to hook up with anyone for over 6 weeks and it was starting to show in your bratty attitude, which didn't go over Bradley's head. He just figured it was that time of the month for you.

Shit hit the fan a few days later. You were trying to drop subtle hints for Bradley that he should move out of your apartment, so when he said he had a surprise for you, you naturally assumed that he was going to tell you he's leaving.

Not throw a fucking party.

You had an awful day at work and even needed to stay longer at the office. Since Bradley took over your home office, you have been working from your actual office which included a 20 minute commute.

The only thing holding you upright was the thought of the bath you were going to take when you finally breached the threshold. As you searched for your keys you realized the loud music was coming from your apartment and not from your neighbors like you assumed. And as you opened the door, your face froze in an unbelievable expression. There was a whole bunch of people in your apartment, food was everywhere, glasses littered every available surface and Bradley was happily playing the piano and singing with his Top Gun colleagues.

You'd be amazed by his skill, if you weren't so pissed.

"The hostess finally arrived!" Fanboy greeted you with a hug and Phoenix came to give you a kiss. You could feel anger bubbling in your body and you pursued your lips. Making your way quickly to Bradley, you put your hand over his, stopping his playing and silence fell.

"I need everyone to get out." No one moved until you whistled. "I said move it people, the party's over. Go home."

"Party pooper." Fanboy pouted and you clasped his shoulder.

"I had a long day, Fanboy, maybe another time, okay?"

As the last person left and the front door closed, you stared at it for a few seconds, before turning to Bradley.

"What the FUCK was that, Bradley?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you!" He defended himself.

"A fucking party? That was your idea of a surprise?!"

"Well yeah, you've been so uptight lately I thought you needed to let loose a bit. Hence the party."

"Let me get this straight," you pinched the bridge of you nose. "the only solution that crossed your mind was 'Hey, let's have a party so that when she comes home she'll have to deal with a bunch of people and clean up after them. Damn Bradshaw, you've done it again, what a fucking brilliant idea!' not that maybe you should move out?"

"You want me to move out?"

"Yes! My God, Bradley, you have been here for 52 days! This is MY apartment and you have no lease, no rent, no anything - you can't just do whatever the hell you want."

"I did this for you! You have been acting like a brat lately and I thought this would do you some good." You stared at him, not believing tgat he just called you a brat.

"A brat? That's it, I've had it, Bradshaw! I've had it with your inability to pick up after yourself and that there are never enough towels or glasses because you take everything in your vicinity without any regard whether or not it's actually yours!" You poked him in his chest with each sentence and Bradley retreated until his butt hit the piano.

"Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're pissed off?" Bradley smirked before he grabbed your neck, pulling you to him and meeting you half way, dipping down to capture your lips.

You wanted to shove him off, but by God did kissing another human feel nice...and feeling a warm body next to yours...

God...you really missed sex.

As your arms sneaked around his shoulders to bring yourself closer to him, your mind decided to play a particular set of memories to you - a naked Bradley montage. The times you have seen him in just a towel, in grey sweatpants, topless and that time where his penis peaked through his towel when he sat in front of the TV, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to strangle him because his wet towel was touching your sofa, so your consciousness was not paying attention to the badly played hide-and-seek game.

"This is a terrible idea." You commented as you broke for air.

"Agreed, but I" Bradley emphasized before he stepped closer to you. "have had it with your brat attitude this past few weeks. You need to get laid badly and tomorrow I promise I'll pack my bags and we will pretend this didn't happen." He grabbed at your ass pushing you towards him.

"As long as I get your ass out of my home office." You moaned as your pelvis ground into his. He slapped your ass with both hands, making you yelp in surprise.

"That's for being such a pain in my ass." He was caught off guard as you slapped his ass in return.

"YOU have been a pain in MY ass."

"Well, I'll be a pain in your pussy soon too." You laughed at your friend.

"What does that even mean?"

"I don't know, I was just trying to continue our banter." Bradley laughed as well, his cheeks tinting a tiny bit.

"Just come here and kiss me again. You were right, I need to get laid. Now." Grabbing at his collar you pulled him back to you. As you stumbled blindly through the apartment, several glasses left by your previous guests fell on the floor, crashing into hundreds of pieces.

"Leave it." Bradley groaned into your mouth and you giggled in his. There was no way you were stopping this to clean the mess that was starting to appear around you. Bradley tried spinning you around, to land on the couch but his shin bumped into the coffee table and you wanted to go back to the bedroom and on your way to spin you both around, your elbow connected with the windowsill and knocked over your orchid.

"Fuck." Bradley groaned as he stepped into the pot shards. "Screw this." He grabbed at your ass and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. "There much better." He panted into your open mouth and pushed you into the wall, earning a loud yelp of protest as your head hit the wall. All was forgiven when your lips reconnected and in return you bit his lower lip.

"Get these clothes off of you." You moaned into the kiss as your fingers dug into his abs.

"Why don't you give me a hand?" Bradley suggested.

"Put me down." When your feet touched the ground, you took his hand and pulled him with you towards your bedroom. He stood in front of your bed and you pushed down his Hawaiian T-shirt and pulled off his wife beater, leaving his dog tags to cool his heated skin. Your fingers slid down the chain and turned them around.

"I don't want to take these off."

"I don't want you to take them off." Bradley watched you as you read what was written on them. "Besides, you are now overdressed." Bradley's fingers played with your dress shirt collar, before he slowly started opening the buttons. Your breath came out shaky as he stuck his hand into your dress pants to untuck the shirt to open it and reveal your lacy nude bra underneath.

"I think we're now even." You breathed out as goosebumps appeared on your skin as his hands slowly pushed your shirt over your shoulders and it fell on the floor.

"Not yet." He whispered under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the bra straps that he pulled over your arms and unclasped the front of your bra.

"Fuck. Your tits are perfect." He commented as the bra was also discarded.

"That's a weird compliment." You replied. You honestly felt a bit awkward as he just stared at them.

"I know, but like..." His hands clasped and played with them. "They fit perfectly in my hands...Sorry, I guess I'm just in awe whenever I see breasts." Bradley woke from his trans, sensing your awkwardness.

"Does it do anything for you?" He then asked.

"If you play with them?" Bradley nodded. "Not really - at least not in like this position that we are in. During the actual act I don't hate it."

"Noted. I'll keep my hands off them until then." He gave you a big smile before he kissed you again. Even though there was this awkward moment it didn't pull away from the heat that you felt when you started, which you were thankful for. It did help a lot that there was some skin to skin contact and that Bradley was a really good kisser that didn't use his tongue too much. You broke the kiss to let out a giggle when he struggled with your dress pants. In all fairness you also had problems when you first got them.

"Let me give you a hand." Reaching behind you unbuttoned the cami belt and pulled it out of the loops, revealing the second and third buttons and two hooks.

"You really weren't expecting to have sex today."

"Least of all with you."

"Yet you still wear matching lacy underwear." Bradley raised his eyebrow.

"Well you caught me on a good day and also, under these clothes I can't wear anything else." Your pants fell on the floor and you waited for a second. "Your turn."

"You're very impatient for someone that wasn't expecting to have sex."

"Well you got me all hot and bothered, Lieutenant Bradshaw, so I expect that my needs get taken care of."

"Yes, Ma'am." He saluted before unbuttoning his pants. Pressing your lips together your eyes followed his movements, until he was standing naked in front of you.

"Damn."

"I know. It's big." Bradley scratched the back of his head.

"You're definitely on the large side." You smirked, making him blush again.

"Let's go, Lieutenant, I don't have all night."

"Fuck, you need to stop this, I don't need another kink hanging over my head." He kissed you again, turning you around and pushing you on the bed.

When you woke up, you expected Bradley to be gone. Or at least packed to leave. Which explained the shocked expression you wore as you saw him in the kitchen, cooking in his boxer briefs.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead." He smiled as he turned around and saw you standing in the kitchen doorframe.

"Good morning, Bradley. I'm confused...why are you still here?"

"Well...I didn't want to leave after we slept together yesterday. I thought that maybe we could talk over breakfast since it got heated last night." He divided the omelette in two parts, garnishing it with basil and parsley before passing you to serve them on the dining table. As your gaze followed him, you realized the apartment was clean. Your annoyed expression softened.

"Sure. Let's talk." You relented and took a seat next to your friend / one-night stand.

"Bon appetite." He smiled and you nodded in return.

"So, how did you like what we did yesterday?" He asked carefully as you ate.

"I think my orgasms would've given you a clue." You joked, but your smile turned tender as Bradley waited for your honest answer. "I liked it a lot, Bradley. It was nice to laugh in between. And you know what you're doing down there."

"Thanks." He sheepishly smiled. "Okay then this maybe won't be so farfetched as I thought." You looked at him quizzically.

"This is something that I've been thinking for a while now. I like you. As more than a friend. And after yesterday...would you consider giving me a shot?" You blinked. "As a boyfriend?"

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the talented creator! 🙏😊 (thank you for this GIF, I didn't notice the tongue before in the movie 🤭)

I left it as a cliffhanger / open ending and you can decide for yourself what might happen 😊

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itsfairly · 1 year

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Primer, Eyeliner, and Kisses to Top it Off // Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Doing Levi's makeup cuz he's pretty like that.

Notes: Modern!AU, established relationship, fluff and fluff.

A/N: First, one-shot, let's give it a shot.

"No."

"Come on, Levi. Please?"

Levi looks at you, makeup brushes on your hand and a pleading look in your eyes, and sighs. It's not like he was uncomfortable with the idea of wearing makeup or any bullshit that other guys would have complained about. It just wasn't his thing. He did, however, like seeing you do your makeup. He would be in the room, silently watching you while you played around with your eyeshadows and eyeliner. So when he saw your products on the bed rather than on your desk and that grin on your face as you looked at him, he knew what was up.

"I promise I'll make you pretty." You said, looking up at him from the bed with the smallest pout on your lips.

Damn. You were pretty convincing.

Or he was just easy to convince when it came to you.

"I thought I was already pretty." He walked toward the bed sitting beside you, careful to not sit on top of any of your products. You never stopped telling him how pretty he was when you two began dating, and maybe even before. Soon enough, he became used to hearing that and stopped talking back when you said it, often complimenting you back or caressing your hand.

"Sorry. Prettier." You corrected yourself as you leaned toward him to give him a slight peck on his cheek, pulling back with a really pretty smile that made his heart flutter.

"Alright, just because we're staying in tonight. I'll be your makeup dummy." He sighed. Yup, he was easy to convince.

You thanked him, practically bouncing on the bed from glee. Since it was pretty late, you decided to ditch the whole foundation deal. Not like he needed that anyways, he took good care of his skin to the point it looked practically flawless.

You took the makeup products from the bed into your hands and kneeled on the mattress, turning to ask, "I'm going to need you to sit against the bed frame".

"For? I've seen you do your makeup almost anywhere." That was not an exaggeration. From the bedroom floor to the dinner table to the bathroom sink, you've practically done your makeup in each room of the place. Plus the car, which amazes him considering you're driving some of those times.

"It's different. I'm not doing my makeup, I'm doing yours. So I need you to be still." You moved to the bed frame where the pillows are, plus a few of the stuffed animals Levi has gotten you over the years, patting the place beside you.

He huffs but doesn't complain as he crawls to the place beside you. Sitting against the bed frame, he looks at you. "Better?"

You nod, setting yourself between his legs and getting ready to have your fun. After Levi closes his eyes, you grab your eye primer and put a little bit on his eyelids to blend it out with a sponge.

"Do you know what you're doing with my face?" He asked, his hands instinctively sitting on your waist.

"Rude." You said, blowing a bit on his eyes to let the primer set.

"You know what I meant." His tone gets softer as he feels you blow his eyelids.

"I know, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity." You giggle, grabbing a makeup brush and opening your palettes. "I don't have a specific look in mind other than eyeliner."

"Why the eyeliner specifically?"

"A) 'Cause it's a must and B) because you would look amazingly gorgeous with eyeliner."

"Is that so?"

You hum, looking over your eyeshadows to decide which colors to put on his face. You swipe the brush across the eye shadow and tap it against the palette lid, seeing the excess falling from the blush in a pretty dance that gets lost in the air.

"Your eyes are just eyeliner-ready. I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you have worn it before." You giggle as you gently tap the brush around his eye crease, giving his eyelid this colorful aura surrounding it.

He chuckles, caressing your waist with his thumbs. He has gotten that comment before from you—"your eyes are just so sharp it looks like you're wearing eyeliner!" Albeit, it is a pretty specific observation. But when he learned that you felt better with your makeup when it had eyeliner, he thought it was a unique compliment. He took it to heart and remembered it every time you made your eyeliner.

After you finished the outer crease on both of his eyes, you grabbed another brush and dab it on a lighter color for his lid. With a few strokes on each eye, you looked back. "Open your eyes, please," you asked, wanting to look at how it looked on him.

He opened his eyes, looking at you. Then up and down, as you asked him. He saw your face furrowing in concentration as you determined whether they looked similar enough. He knew you did a good job without having to see it for himself. To him, your makeup always looked amazing, even more so when he considered the time and space where you did it.

"They look great." He assured you, his eyes softening as he wrapped his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers with you.

You squeezed his hand and gave him a soft kiss at the tip of his nose. "Thank you, but you haven't seen it yet. And won't until it's all done."

"I don't need to see it to know how it looks," he said, feeling his heart flutter at the feeling of your lips on him. "I can see how hard you're concentrating." The furrowed look on your face was the telltale sign.

"Well, that's because the hard part is the eyeliner." You exhaled as you grabbed your eyeliner and turned back to face him.

He closed his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

"Levi," you called. He opened one eye, looking at you with a raised brow. "I need my hand."

"No, you don't. Do it without it." He closed his eye, dismissing your request.

"It's gonna look sketchy!" you cried out. He could hear the smile on your face as you complained.

"It's alright, I don't mind that."

"I do!" You laughed. "Can I have my hand back so I can make you prettier?"

He tsked, not really wanting to let go of it. He did though and you thanked him with another kiss on his cheek. Tit for tat, he thought, it was a fair trade: your hand back for a kiss.

You let out a sigh and returned to the task at hand—doing the eyeliner. You were used to doing it on yourself, sure. But on other people? It could get messy and it did most of the time.

The first swipe looked nice. A straight black line from the tip of his eye. Good.

You tried to replicate it with his other eye. This one looked a bit more curvy. Mm, maybe curving the other would do. After a couple of small strokes on the first eyes, you looked back. Mm, the angle was off for a bit. You sighed again, wanting the wings to look like cousins at least.

In the midst of your concentration, you feel Levi's hand return to your waist, earning a loud inhale from you. "Don't move." You told him with a hurried tone, although it sounded more for you than for him.

He had to fight the chuckle forming in his throat, knowing it would make you panic if you ruined the look so far. He just set his hands at your waist again, enjoying the warmth from your body.

After a couple of fixes, the wings finally looked related enough. You'll take it, it's a win. You filled in the eyeliner, black coming into the look with each swipe. "Open."

He opened his eyes and it was better than expected. They were not sisters, definitely not twins, but they were cousins, and that's good enough. You were right though, he looked amazing with eyeliner on. His eyes looked sharper, if that’s possible, and more defined. Dare to say, he looked hot with it.

Letting out a breath, you smile at him. "Knew that eyeliner would look good on you."

He chuckled, finally letting his hands caress all the way down to your thighs. "What am I missing?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Easy stuff really. I'm almost done."

Some white eyeshadow on his eye corner, brushing his eyebrows (they already looked great, you didn't fill them in), and a few kisses he stole here and there when he could. You leaned back to look over his face. Men should wear makeup more often, they would look great on it and Levi is proof of it. You have to shake your head to snap out of it and resist the temptation of putting the makeup away and getting on top of him to kiss him.

"Alright, I'm just missing something on your lips and I'm done."

You reached into your makeup bag, looking around at the colors you had before landing on a subtle but defined color. Lifting up his chin gently with one hand, you started to apply his lipstick once he opened his mouth slightly.

"Rub your lips together to get the color in." You told him. He looked absolutely adorable as he moved his lips against each other, it was as if he was getting used to the feeling of it.

"Some setting spray and...done!" You said, smiling at him as you set your hands above his on your thighs.

"Can I look now?" He asked. It's not like he wanted to know how good you did. Of course not, he already knew you did your best and your best was incredible, especially when it came to this. But he did want to know how he looked with the makeup you did on him.

You nodded, getting up from between his legs. He got up from the bed, stretched his body, and headed to your dresser where you had your makeup station, including a mirror big enough for the both of you. He stepped in front of the mirror, with you following close by as you set your head on his shoulder to look at his reaction.

His eyes scan his face, appreciating the new colors that set on his face. It wasn't like he was made to look like someone else, but the makeup simply enhanced his features. To you, you did an okay job, picking apart the asymmetry and smudges in your work. To him, you did an amazing job, one that he would not mind you doing again.

"And?" You asked, a smile setting on your face but your eyes worried about his reaction. After all, he was still looking and not reacting much.

"I guess you were right. Eyeliner is pretty cool." His lips curled into a small smile, showing he was proud of and amazed by your work.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek, continuing to admire your work. "I told you!" You chuckled. "Although that lipstick color suits you well too. Funny, considering it's my favorite one"

"This one?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Yup, I like the color." You said, not really thinking much of your answer.

Levi takes your face in both of his hands and starts to pepper kisses all over your face. Cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, and finally lips. Oh and does he stay on your lips for a while. It's a pretty innocent kiss nonetheless, one meant to show his appreciation for you.

You giggle along with each kiss, humming when he reaches your lips. Setting your arms around his neck, you kiss him back. He pulls back, giving you one last kiss on your temple, and looks at you.

"What?" You asked, noticing how his eyes were scanning your face.

"Just wanted to know how it looked on you." He tilts his head towards the mirror. You follow his head, looking into the mirror as your hands reach up to your face without touching it. It looks like Levi also did your makeup today, although in a much more abstract way.

Kiss marks littered all over your face with your favorite lipstick color.

"I think it's my favorite lipstick too." He says, noticing how a faint pink spreads across your cheeks with your smile.

Neither of you takes off the makeup for a little while, opting to go to the kitchen to have dinner and then watch a movie together. As you are choosing the movie and Levi prepares some popcorn, you hear your phone buzz.

You picked it up, not thinking much of it, answering the video call. "Hey, Hange. What’s up?" You greet them, noticing their eyes widen at the screen.

"Wow, hey, your face looks different." They tease as a huge grin starts forming on their face.

You look at your little rectangle at the call, remembering the kiss marks all over your face.

"Did you have to answer?" Levi asks when he sits next to you on the couch, accidentally entering into the frame.

Hange just seems to grin wider, if that's possible, as their screen starts to flash constantly. Noticing what's going on, Levi takes the phone. "Don't show it to anyone, four eyes." He threatens them.

On cue, both of your phones ring from a notification from the group chat. You two look at Hange, who just says in their defense, "[Name] did a great job though!"

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bellebridgerton · 9 months

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Best Buddies: Chapter 3 (Modern Benedict Bridgerton x plus size!fem!reader)

✨Masterlist✨

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Benedict fastened his cufflinks onto his sleeves, "Love, are you ready?"

"I'm almost ready, I need your help," Y/n walked into his bedroom from the bathroom, having just finished her makeup. She turned her back to Benedict, "Could you zip me up?"

Benedict placed his hand on her waist, drawing her closer to himself. Selfishly, his eyes ate up the sight of her exposed skin while they could. Benedict gently zipped up the back of her dress, "This dress is lovely."

Y/n turned around and smiled, "Thank you, your mum picked it out."

"She has good taste, I must say," He smiled, not shy about checking her out in the dress, but it wasn't anything new, they loved to flirt.

Y/n blushed, looking up at Benedict, "I'm glad you like it, she has great taste." She slipped on her heels and checked her hair one last time in the mirror.

Benedict looked at her through the mirror, "You look perfect, don't worry, everyone will love you."

Y/n turned around and placed her hands on his chest, "Thank you, Benny."

He chuckled, "Someday, you must find a better nickname for me." He grabbed his weekend bag and car keys, "Let's go, love."

Y/n picked up her clutch purse and weekend bag, "I'm right behind you."

Benedict locked the front door of their flat after them, then pocketed his keys, walking down the stairs with Y/n. He kept an eye on her and a hand on her back, it made him nervous when she walked down stairs in heels.

Y/n felt the nervousness radiating from Benedict, "You need not worry about me, I'm perfectly fine to walk in heels. I'm a big girl, Benny." She entered the parking garage as Benedict held the door open for her, "Thank you." Y/n made a bee line for Benedict's car, her fingertips lightly grazing the rear of her car as she passed it.

Benedict took her weekend bag from her hand, putting it, along with his, in the boot of his car. He moved to open the passenger door for Y/n, "Ladies first."

Y/n blushed softly and smiled, sitting down in the car, "Such a gentleman, I can only imagine how well your future girlfriend will be treated."

Benedict rounded the front of the car and she buckled herself in, he muttered to himself, "If only you knew, love." He climbed into his seat, turning the car on.

Once on the road, Benedict's hand found purchase on Y/n's thigh, while Y/n's hand rested around his bicep. They sat in a comfortable silence, filled with music they loved and the occasional comment or joke. They didn't need the constant conversation, they were enjoying the moment.

Upon arriving at Benedict's family's country home, Aubrey Hall, Benedict parked his car and gently patted Y/n's thigh, "Ready to party? I'll take our bags up, you join the fun, and I'll catch up with you." Y/n was about to protest, possibly suggest that she'd help him with the bags, but Benedict spoke, "Go, have fun, I won't be long at all." He leapt out of the car, quick to the passenger side, opening the door for her.

Y/n took the hand Benedict offered to her as she stepped out of the car. He thought she looked like a celebrity, styled to perfection and poised like royalty. Y/n looked up at him, she could have sworn he looked like a prince that night. She smiled, "Fine, don't be long." She kissed his cheek in parting and made her way to the courtyard where she heard chatter coming from.

Benedict carried the weekend bags into the home and made his way to his room, placing his bag on his bed. He trekked around the house, looking for a suitable room for Y/n, but all seemed to be occupied by guest's belongings. Benedict walked down to the kitchen and caught his mother, "Mother, I was wondering if there was a room for Y/n to stay in."

Violet smiled, "Hello to you too, dearest. I had assumed you two would be sharing a room, you are so very close with one another. Is that a problem, dearest?" Violet was no fool, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Benedict nodded, "It's fine, Mother, I'll inform her of the sleeping arrangement." He kissed her cheek, then walked back up to his bedroom, resting Y/n's bag next to his on his bed.

Y/n was greeted by Daphne, she hugged Daphne close, "Hello, Daph, how is my favorite graduate?" She had known Daphne since Daphne was only eight years old. Daphne always saw Y/n as the older sister she never had.

Daphne returned the hug and smiled, "I'm well, I have missed you around the house though."

Y/n held Daphne's hand, "I have missed you too, my little flower, and we have all weekend to catch up."

Daphne smiled wide, excited to spend time with her chosen sister. Daphne saw Benedict approaching, "Hello, Brother, glad to see you made it."

Benedict gave her a side hug and kissed her head, "You as well, Daphne." He moved to rest his hand on Y/n's lower back, enjoying seeing Y/n be a part of his family, it was as if she was already his, in a way. Benedict gently guided her, "Daph, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to introduce Y/n to more of our family."

Daphne smiled, understanding, "Have fun, and Y/n, I'll see you later, I must steal you from my brother soon this weekend."

Y/n smiled, "Of course, my flower." She cupped Daphne's jaw in her hands and kissed Daphne's forehead. Daphne was Y/n's flower because Daphne always brought Y/n flowers she'd picked. Daphne blushed and nodded, going off to find her younger siblings.

After a long night of introductions, Benedict lead Y/n to his bedroom, but not before Violet intercepted the pair. She smiled warmly, clearly tipsy, "My dearests!" She hugged Y/n close and a bit tight, "You look marvelous, love. Thank you for coming, the party would not have been the same without you. You are a Bridgerton, dearest, in every way that matters." Violet couldn't think of anyone better for her second son to be with.

Y/n couldn't help but grin, "Thank you, Violet, that means so much to me."

Violet touched Y/n's cheek, "I know I'm not sober right now, but I meant every word, dearest. I should retire for the night. Goodnight." She looked at Benedict, "Goodnight, dearest. Take care of our Y/n."

Benedict kissed his mother's cheek, "I always do. Goodnight, Mother." He opened his bedroom door for Y/n, she walked through and Benedict closed the door behind them, "She's right, you know, you are a Bridgerton in every way that matters. My whole family loves you."

Y/n pulled a pin out of her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders, "I love your family. They fuss over me like my family fusses over you. I'm sure sometimes my mother prefers you and your artistic soul to my analytical brother."

Benedict chuckled as he removed his bowtie, "Your mother is an artistic soul, she must be where you get yours from." He slipped off his tux coat, "Are you sure you're comfortable sharing a bed?" Benedict was more than happy to share his bed with her, but he didn't want to cross any boundaries that would make her uncomfortable.

Y/n slipped her heels off, "Of course, it wouldn't be the first time we shared a bed, Benny."

Benedict nodded, "It wouldn't be, but it's not quite the same environment."

Y/n entered the connected bathroom, washing the make-up off her face, "We have shared a bed here before."

Benedict leaned in the doorway, "Yes, but it was just us and my immediate family, not extended family and other guests."

Y/n patted her face dry with a small towel, "I suppose that's true, but anyhow, I don't see us sharing a bed as a problem."

Benedict nodded, "I don't either, I just wanted to make sure that you're comfortable with sharing a bed with me."

Y/n turned to look at Benedict, "You are sweet, Benny." She walked past him, opening her weekend bag and retrieving her pajamas; Benedict's school shirt from secondary school and shorts that hugged her bum just right.

After changing into her pajamas, she walked back into the bedroom and looked in the mirror. She was never thin, but she had accepted that, and normally she was confident, but everyone is allowed a moment of insecurity.

Benedict could sense her internal debate, he stood behind her, resting his hands on her waist, "Hey, you are beautiful, never doubt that."

Y/n rested her head on his shoulder, "Thank you."

Benedict gently squeezed her waist, "You are. The Greeks sculpted beautiful goddesses who could be your twin."

Y/n turned around in his arms, burying her face in his shoulder, "Thank you." Her words carried a tone of acceptance and appreciation. She always found comfort and solace in his arms. She looked up at him, "Why are you still mostly in your suit? It's been a long day, get comfortable."

Benedict kissed her head, then opened his weekend bag, picking out a comfortable cotton t-shirt and loose fitting pajama pants. He entered the bathroom and changed clothes, finding the need to tuck his member into his waistband in an effort to hide his boner the best he could. He had been sporting one since he saw her in her party gown, but he was a gentleman, and he wouldn't impose himself on her.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Benedict picked up his box of cigarettes. He knew it was a nasty habit, one he wanted to kick, but it was hard. He stepped out onto the balcony of his bedroom, overlooking the courtyard.

Y/n walked out into the opposite side of the balcony, "Benedict, I do wish you'd quit that terrible habit. I want you around for as long as possible, in the best possible condition, at that."

Benedict took a drag of his cigarette, "So you don't want me to smoke cigarettes, but joints are fine?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, "You won't get cancer from weed, Benny."

Benedict nodded and finished his cigarette, "I know, love. I want to quit, I do." He touched her waist and pulled her close, he went to kiss her forehead, but felt her hand on his chest.

Y/n gently patted Benedict's chest, "How about this for motivation, you cannot kiss me at all until you've kicked the cigarettes."

Benedict couldn't have come up with a better motivation if he tried.

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invidiia · 1 year

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[BSD] albatross x reader // embarrassing favors

❐ - albatross (bsd) with a reader who got their period

note ; first non yandere post on my blog so far, actually. i just saw the cutest reddit story ever through a tiktok soo here it is!! ohhh, and the people in that story got married by the way!! been married for over 10 years, and i almost started sobbing it was sooo cute!!!

prompt ; the reader realizes they accidentally bled through their pants while a meeting took place.

warning ; crack/fluff, reader in albatross not yet dating, flag!reader, blood cuz of periods and all, afab reader, chuuya's just not mentioned/pre stormbringer??

masterlist - rules - previous work

well.. this sucked.

after quickly excusing yourself from a meeting and rushing into the port mafia's washrooms as soon as you felt what you think you felt, it turned out you were right. not only were you right, but there was blood on your clothing, too.

thankfully no one else at the meeting noticed, but it didn't help a whole lot, considering there was still a red stain adorning your clothes.

there were almost no options. you could maybe go to doc, the medical supervisor of the group, which wasn't that bad of an idea. although, you'd have to go back into the meeting room, and the blood would be obvious. plus, you kind of avoided talking to doc, and the rest of the flags.

not that they were scary or anything.. but they were. lippman and albatross made an effort to speak with you, and sometimes even piano man spoke to you. doc often commented on your words or actions, sometimes annoyingly, but never spoke to you much. iceman never spoke to you or commented on anything, always laying low, but he didn't seem like a bad guy.

but instead of thinking about how you felt about your peers, why don't you think instead about your current situation? maybe it could be worse, because at least nobody saw.

maybe you could ask a female member of the mafia? but no one else was in this part of the building, only the rest of the flags and a few others. you had no idea who those others were, but there was good chance it wasn't a female member, soo..

you were in the bathroom for well over five minutes. you spent most of that time peeking down the hall, waiting for a female member to walk over so you could wave them down and ask for help. after minutes passed by, no one came. maybe it was better none than the worst, right? at least it wasn't someone loud and talkative, or ---

"y/nnnn! helloo?" a voice sang out.

okay, maybe you were wrong. it was someone loud and talkative. albatross. you hid behind the door and got out of his sight, but unluckily for you, the door was loud, and he noticed. "wait, don't close the door! what's wrong? why were you gone so long?" he was a little late, so the door already closed, but it didn't stop him from leaning against the door and yelling out to you. "hello? what's wrong?"

you hid behind the door and spoke, "i am begging you, please go get another girl from the other side of the building." you muttered through the door separating you two. "no way, piano man is gonna get pissed at me if i take any longer! can't you tell me what's wrong?" god, how screwed could you get?

"please? it's really important, he'd probably understand if he knew." not that you had any intention of telling him, but you just needed albatross to call a female member for help. "why can't you tell me? come out!" you peeked your head outside the door again, keeping your lower half hidden for obvious reasons. "oh.. you need that?"

you sighed in frustration and relief, or maybe a mix of the two. a part of you hoped he knew what you were talking about. "what is 'that'?"

"you know! ..that." albatross continued, not being clear with you at all. in a frustrated sigh of annoyance, you nodded rapidly and hoped he knew, because at this point, you didn't care. "okay, okay, hang on, i have one!" you looked at him confused. he had one? he didn't really strike you as the type of guy who kept feminine products on him at any time.

and then he pulled it out. 'it' being a safety pin. albatross handed you the safety pin from his pocket. "...what am i supposed to do with this?"

"...close it up?" he shrugged, just as puzzled as you were. was he serious?? did he expect you to use a safety pin? "with all due respect, how the hell am i going to do that?!" you whisper yelled, trying not to make loud noise down the empty hallway.

"you don't know how to use a safety pin? it's easy..?" albatross looked at you weird, taking back the pin back and messing with it in his hands. "i thought your clothes ripped or something. isn't that what you meant?"

oh. this dumbass.

"you idiot, no! i need something else! not that!" you resisted the urge to smack him, instead facepalming. "it's a girl's thing! that's why i asked you to call a female member!" albatross just watched you facepalm, feeling guilty and clueless for bringing you a safety pin. he actually understood what you needed now - considering the look of realization on his face was priceless. maybe not at the moment, but looking back on it later, it'd definitely be something to laugh at.

"..oh! okay, i'm sorry, i had no idea you meant that!" you could see his eyes widen under his tinted glasses. now he knew. "i'll be right back, i think i know what to do..?" and before you could say another word, he ran off, leaving you in the bathroom by yourself again. you had to admit, you appreciated his efforts.

and two minutes later, you heard footsteps growing louder, and then knocking at the door. "y/nn, come out please, i have your thing!" you laughed to yourself out of relief, and peeked back outside to see albatross with a first-aid kit in one hand and a pad in the other. "i took the whole kit and found it," he explained, his hand shaking while he handed it to you. "here, take it."

"why's your hand shaking?" you asked him, gratefully taking the pad from his hand and putting it in your pocket for the meantime. "i've never touched one before..?" it was funny, seeing him distressed over holding the product. you laughed, turning to go back inside and close the door.

"wait! y/n," albatross stopped you, and you turned around. "here, take this to cover up, you know.." he shrugged off his jacket, handing it to you while looking away. "thank you, albatross." you smiled at him, returning to go do what you needed to.

two minutes passed, and you were about to walk out. it was a little weird, because you never heard him leave. you opened the door, and there he was, waiting. he saw your puzzled face, basically reading your mind and proceeded to answer the question he knew you were about to ask. "i figured i could walk you back to the room..?"

"sure," you smiled at him, starting to walk down the hallway and back to the room where you excused yourself from earlier.

of course, you got a scolding from piano man, but you didn't care all too much. it was hard to focus on his words when your mind was on albatross. and his eyes were on you.

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: anxiety? again?

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

BENTLEYS JUST HAVING A ROUGH TIME OKAY GIVE HIM A BREAK

part four

❝ USELESS, WORTHLESS, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN ❞

MONDAY — AUGUST 3 — 7:12AM

BENTLEY WOKE UP WHEN A COMFORTABLY WARM HAND LANDED ON HIS FOREHEAD AND STAYED THERE FOR A FEW MOMENTS. He let out a soft, pleased hum in his half asleep state, shifting around beneath Bruce’s soft blankets.

“How are you feeling, bud?” Bruce’s voice came. Bentley felt his hand travel up and over his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes like he had the night before.

Bentley peeled his eyes open and glanced around the dimly lit room. The blackout curtains were pulled almost completely shut, blocking the blinding sun from reaching inside. The bathroom light was on, but the door was only slightly ajar, and Bruce was dressed in his typical nice suit get-up, perched on the edge of the mattress next to him. He retracted his hand when Bentley opened his eyes.

Bentley yawned and pushed himself upright, blinking in an attempt to wake himself up. How was he feeling? Right now, tired, and also kind of buzzy. It took him a moment to remember why, but then the previous night’s events came flooding back, and he winced from embarrassment. But at least his stomach didn’t hurt anymore.

“Good, I think,” He muttered, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Good despite the anxiety that he was really about to go to school was starting to set back in.

“I’m glad. I let you sleep in as long as I could, but you should probably start getting ready for school soon,” He said gently, with a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth just like it had been the night before. “Or you can go back to sleep if you really don’t want to go.”

Going back to sleep did sound nice. The clock on Bruce’s bedside table read 7:12am, which was a little earlier than Bentley was used to getting up. But he needed to go to school. He wanted to go to school. Plus, chickening out the morning of the first day would make him look even more pitiful than seeking Bruce out for a hug and reassurances the night before.

He took a deep breath and blew it out. “I want to go.”

Bruce smiled. “Alright. If you change your mind, just let me know.”

Bentley nodded and pulled the covers off.

“We usually leave around eight, so that gives you a little less than an hour. Make sure you tell someone if you need something or start feeling bad again, okay?”

Bentley nodded, sliding off of Bruce’s bed onto the manicured rug. He hadn’t even noticed it last night when he was neck deep in his own panic.

He spoke to Bruce for a moment more before he made his way up the stairs and back to his room. The sun in the entryway nearly blinded him, and his room wasn’t any better with all the curtains open. He passed Damian on the stairs, probably making for the dining room in his nicely pressed uniform. He said nothing.

Bentley closed his bedroom door and stared at the folded Gotham Academy uniform on his dresser for a solid thirty seconds, maybe more, before he caved and took it into the bathroom with him.

He showered quickly, and put himself in the uniform. It really reminded him of the clothes his father used to put him in. It wasn’t the first time he’d worn the dress pants, button up, blazer, and tie combination. And while the navy-blue blazer had the Gotham Academy symbol on the shoulder, and the tie was a deep maroon to match, it still felt strange to wear clothes like that again. He’d been wearing old hand-me-downs, hoodies and t-shirts and sweats and pajamas for what seemed like years, and forcing himself into stiff dress attire felt… well. Just weird. It reminded him of his father. Maybe his growing anxiousness was adding to his weird feelings, too.

The fact that he couldn’t tie the tie was stressing him out just like it used to, as well. He remembered his father showing him how to do it a couple of times, but he could never remember. Over the years his father’s begrudged attempts to show him morphed into annoyance, and annoyance into anger, and anger into slaps and closet time, all over a tie. And he still couldn’t freaking do it.

So he abandoned that and left it on the bathroom counter, because his anxiety was acting up under his skin again. Instead he took to making his hair the least bit presentable. Steph had cut it for him over the summer, into a style similar to Tim’s (but better because it’s not so flat, she’d said.) and Dick had shown him how to make it look good in the mornings. Not that he remembered it all, exactly, but when he was done it looked pretty similar to last time Dick had done it. (Bentley usually just brushed his hair so it wasn’t sticking up and moved on — but he guessed he needed to look more presentable to meet all of the people at school.)

He tried the tie again. No matter how many times he knotted it up and undid it again, he couldn’t make it work like his father did. Surely Damian could tie his own tie. Everyone in the house could probably tie a tie and Bentley just couldn’t remember.

His father’s voice made it's first debut in his mind since the first of the year: I showed you yesterday, Bentley. What is wrong with you?

He huffed in annoyance and undid the strip of maroon fabric, idling weirdly in front of the mirror as he tried again. Over, around, through the hole and… what? Through the hole and over again? No. Maybe he was putting it through too early. He unraveled it and started over.

Are you serious, Bentley? I could tie a tie when I was four. How worthless are you?

Tying a tie was such a simple task. He wasn’t doing some kind of endless math equation, or mixing chemicals in a chemistry class. How was he going to be a good student if he couldn’t do something as simple as tie a tie? He jerked on it and unraveled it again, the buzzing inside of him growing along with the unsteadiness of his hands the longer he fiddled with the thing.

You’re asking me this again? Useless child.

His eyes started stinging just like they had that morning after his father slapped him. He tried to force it away. He was not going to cry over a tie. He wasn’t. How stupid was that?

You can’t? You can’t do it? How old are you, three? No?

Bentley nearly leaped out of his skin when someone knocked on his bedroom door. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and scrubbed at his eyes to make them look normal, tossing his tie on the counter. “Yeah?”

“Hey kiddo. Can I come in?”

He nearly sighed in relief when it was Dick’s voice that came through the door. Bruce and Damian hadn’t gone on patrol the night before because of school, but Bentley was sure Dick, Jason, Tim, and the others did. He probably made his way back to the Manor afterwards. Bentley would’ve already been in Bruce’s room by then, but he was glad he was there, nonetheless.

“Yeah,” He repeated. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants to hide that they were shaking a little. Dick swung the door open and walked inside, closing it behind him. His ocean blue eyes bounced around before they landed on Bentley in the threshold of the bathroom.

“Morning! Are you excited? Because I’m excited, and I’m not even the one going,” He muttered as he drew closer to the bathroom. He was in a hoodie and sweats, and his hair was a mess, like he’d just woken up. Bentley shrank away a little when he got close, and Dick’s expression changed in an instant, and so did his tone. “What’s wrong?”

Bentley stared down at the floor, but Dick crouched down so he couldn’t not look at him. He scanned his face with pity swirling in his eyes. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” Bentley said, a bit too quickly. Technically he really hadn’t been crying. Sure, he had been about a millisecond away from having the tears fall down his face, but they hadn’t, therefore he really didn’t cry.

Dick didn’t seem entirely convinced. He brought a hand up and rested it on Bentley’s left arm, rubbing gently with his thumb like he always did. “What’s going on, kiddo? Talk to me.”

Bentley sucked in a breath. He was not going to cry over a tie. He. Was. Not.

He tried to fight the lump that forced it's way back into his throat as the words useless, worthless, bounced around in his head. What is wrong with you? His father had yelled so many times about so many things. What was wrong with him? Why was he about to cry again? He’d been doing a good job not being an emotional wreck since Bruce got custody of him, and here he was, throwing all that progress out the window because of a tie. A tie.

“I couldn’t…” He vaguely gestured back toward where the tie was laying on the counter. His face flushed pink when he realized this was a really dumb thing to be upset about. He took in a shaky breath and tried to blink the tears away, but they ended up falling the first time he closed his eyes. “I tried, but, I… my dad, he… I don’t…”

“Hey, take it easy, kiddo. You’re okay,” Dick reassured, rubbing his arm with his whole hand now, in bigger movements. Bentley wiped his eyes on his sleeve. Dick opened his mouth to speak but Bentley continued before he could.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, hiding his face behind his arm. “I don’t know… what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothings wrong with you,” Dick was quick to shut that down, and his tone got a little more serious. “Bruce told me about last night. Are you feeling like that again?”

Bentley shook his head, but he didn’t move his arm. “No. I just… my dad… got really mad when I couldn’t…” He trailed off. He figured that was a good enough explanation.

Dick sighed softly and stood up, gently pulling Bentley forward into a warm embrace.

“Whatever your dad did, whatever your dad said… none of that stands anymore. He was wrong,” Dick explained quietly, brushing his fingers through the hair on the back of the child’s head. (Like Bentley hadn’t been told that about five hundred times since he officially moved in. Because he had, but for some reason, he could never push his fathers words completely away.)

Bentley said nothing, but instead pressed his face farther into Dick’s hoodie in an attempt to make his eyes stop watering like they were. He felt so pathetic.

He sniffled, bringing his arms up and around Dick’s torso. “He taught me how, but I never remembered… and then he…”

Dick rubbed his back gently. “I’ve got you, kiddo. He isn’t here anymore.”

Then why did he feel like this?

“…Why do the things he said still hurt when he’s not here?” He whispered, choking on a quiet sob.

It was a serious question. His dad wasn’t there anymore, so why did he still get so scared? Why did he still feel like a failure, like all those words his father had called him? Actually, even thinking about his father made him hurt, and his father wasn’t even around to do anything.

“Oh, kiddo…” Dick muttered. He peeled Bentley off of his torso and picked him up instead, and Bentley didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his neck and hide his face in his hoodie. “Stuff like that takes a while to heal, just like injuries. Sometimes longer.”

Bentley stayed quiet for a few beats, forcing himself to stop crying over something so stupid.

“All of us are having to unlearn things from our pasts. Most of us are still working on it,” Dick explained, rubbing his back just like he had the first night he met him. “You’re not alone, Bentley.”

He sniffled again. “I know.”

A few quiet moments passed. “I’m proud of you for going to B when you didn’t feel good last night.”

Bentley furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Well…” Dick started, rubbing his back a bit. “You’re like Tim in the way you don’t want to be a burden. Sometimes it’s hard to go to someone else for help. And I’m just proud of you.”

Those words made something warm sprout in his chest. His father certainly never told him he was proud of him. Damian had told him he was impressed once, when he was in the hospital last year, but he was pretty out of it then. Hearing it from Dick was… you know. Different.

Part of Bentley just wanted to stay home with him. Maybe cry about his dad some more.

“You still wanting to go to school today? I think Alfred is serving breakfast any minute,” Dick stated, as if he could read Bentley’s mind.

He sucked in a deep breath. “I think so.”

“Alright. But first, let me get this tie situated for you,”

Dick set Bentley back down on his feet and grabbed the tie off of the bathroom counter. “Want me to show you?”

Bentley wiped the wetness off of his face with his sleeve and nodded slightly. Dick shook the tie out and then wrapped it around Bentley’s neck, tucking it beneath the collar of his shirt.

“First you cross them, big side under the small side,” He explained, focusing on the fabric between his fingers. “Then you wrap the big side around the small side.”

Bentley watched as Dick did exactly what he was narrating.

“Up and through the loop around your neck, then back down through the other little loop you made,” He explained lightly, tugging on the tie and wiggling it up to Bentley’s collar. “Ta-da!”

It looked perfect. He didn’t expect any less from Dick Grayson.

Bentley inhaled deeply and cleared his throat, trying to remove any evidence of his small bout of crying. “Can you… not tell Bruce? About this? I don’t want him to be worried about me. I really don’t feel like I did last night.”

Dick scanned him inquisitively. “If you really are okay, my lips are sealed. But if you get really anxious again you need to tell someone.”

Bentley nodded. “I will.”

Dick smiled his signature smile. “Okay. Well, if you’re ready, I can practically taste the bacon in the air.”

Bentley snickered lightly, and Dick ruffled his hair. Then he realized he messed it up and started brushing it back down with his hands, which made Bentley chuckle again.

Dick really did know how to make everything better, so effortlessly. Bentley wondered if he became good at comforting people because he was comforted a lot in the past, or because he… wasn’t comforted at all.

That was a thought for another day.

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euphoricimagination · 2 years

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𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Feat. Sakusa, Kuroo & Osamu

Warnings: None

Masterlist - Part 1

Sakusa

You’ve been dating Sakusa for almost 3 years now. At the beginning you spend time in a mix between your apartments, but soon enough his apartment became the favorite spot for hanging out. Not only because it was bigger than yours, but also because it gave him the perfect excuse to not hang out with his team.

Soon enough you noticed how Sakusa magically seem to have your favorite things around. The plain white slippers that he has for guests turn into a cute doraemon ones placed exactly next to his; when you forgot to bring your toothbrush and wanted to go and buy one, he told you that he had one extra that just so happened to be your favorite color and the same brand as yours, paired with the same toothpaste that you had at home; when you were taking a shower you noticed that he had a space on his shelf with all your favorites, from shampoo to body wash.

When you asked him about it, he just told you that he just happened to find them with discount when he was buying for his products, or that he just bought too many. He will never tell you that he actively searches for them just for you to feel like home when you are with him.

However, you confront him once again when you stayed at his apartment until much later than you thought. Sakusa, being worried for your safety, offered you to stay the night, the least that he wanted was for you to leave late. When you went out of the shower you noticed a cute panda pajamas that definitely wasn’t his.

“Omi? Babe?” you called him coming out of the bathroom “What’s with the pajamas?”

“I thought you’ll look cute in it, and you do” he says looking at you with a smile

“Why do you have so many things for me? Don’t think I don’t notice all the things you’ve done, why?”

“Because I want you to move with me, wasn’t it obvious? Do I need to be bolder with my attempts?” he smirks when he sees your flustered face, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Y-you could have asked!”

“What’s the fun of that?” he pulls you down into the bed next to him, planting a kiss in your cheek.

Kuroo

“That should be the last one” Kuroo tells you looking around the room full of boxes.

He just bought a new apartment, bigger and nearer from his work in comparison to the older one. When you first saw the place, you didn’t really understand why he needed this much space, while you did spend most of your time there, the other never felt too cramped. Also, this was a good thirty minutes farther away from your house.

But you didn’t question it much. He was your boyfriend, yes, but it was his money to spend. So you helped him move all of his stuff, box after box, building new furniture here and there, everything that involves a new place.

Throughout the whole process you noticed that he seemed way more excited than usual, but you assumed it was due to the whole ordeal. You never expected that the real reason for it was because of a certain surprised he had for you.

Kuroo had two main reasons to move, he wanted something nearer his work, and he wanted a place in where you two could live together comfortably. Now, driving you to his new place, he can’t help to feel excited about asking you the big question.

When you arrived to the apartment you see the already familiar living room, all signs of the previous boxes disappearing. You had helped him with the living room and kitchen, so you had no idea about how the rest of the house looked. That’s why his bedroom took you by surprise.

“Why the king size bed? Isn’t it a little too big?”

“Well, this was with a discount when I bought it, plus they are more comfortable” says nonchalantly, however you see his ears are starting to get red before shoving his hand in his pocket “besides, we need a big bed for the both of us”. With that he passes you a keychain with all the keys from his new place, small smile appearing when he noticed you trying to understand his words “I want to give my princess the best in our new castle, if you want to join me of course”

“So cheesy” you say smiling and taking the keys out of his hand “I’ll bring some of my things then”

Osamu

Having Osamu as your boyfriend meant having a pro-chef that loves spoiling you with food. Despite being busy at his store, he always found ways to send you some lunch to your work, making all of you coworkers jealous of the beautiful bentos that he sent.

Since it was hard to keep up with you schedules you often ended up in his restaurant before heading to his apartment. And even though he cooks all day, he still insists on cooking for you before cuddling while watching some random TV show.

And today was no exception to that. Except he was far more nervous than ever.

You two have been dating for around 4 years now, and Osamu was more than ready to ask you to move in. He just loves the idea of waking up next to you, arriving home to your hugs and kisses, seeing your excited face every time he brings you something. So he made a plan for it.

He was preparing the dinner for today while you were showering. He decided to make your favorite food alongside his, setting the table to look as fancy as possible without looking too extra.

“Why so fancy love? Should I dress up a little?” you say surprised by the candle lit table

“Nah, sweetheart, you look stunning as it is” says looking at you with stars in his eyes when he noticed your wet hair. For him you were the prettiest when you were comfortable around him “come here, let’s eat together before it gets cold”

You two sit down to eat, talking about your days and the little dumb theories from the internet. While the set up was really fancy, the food had that home-cook flavor that only Osamu was able to bring out.

“So…what’s all of this for?” you asked

“Can’t I spoil you from time to time?”

“You know that your food is more than enough”

“Let me pamper you, you deserve it” he takes your hand in his, making you feel the slight shake on his muscles “but you are right, I wanted to ask you something…what about we live together?”

“Live…together?”

“Yeah, I know it’s hard to keep up with our schedules, if we live together, we get to fall asleep and wake up next to each other every day”

“Are you sure? Living together it’s not going to be the same as just me spending time here”

“I’m confident…and honestly, there’s only one thing I wish for more than that”

“And that one thing is…?” you asked with a small smile while moving to his lap, him welcoming you with a hug

“I’m not telling you” says smirking at you “but it involves you and a ring

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granulesofsand · 11 days

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Well yes, but actually no

🗝️🏷️ emotional, RAMCOA

I called the domestic violence hotline earlier today, but I couldn’t get through. They have a text line, so I spoke to someone there who told me to call back in 10 minutes so someone would be free. Terrifying, I want to curl up somewhere dark and simply fade into the abyss. I hope it goes well.

They’re very nice. I had to borrow a phone because mine has RTT/TTY software the can’t get past the keypad redirect. The elevator music while I’m waiting to see if the shelter will take me is vaguely tropical — this is hilarious, the stress making me hysterical.

They’ll take us, but it has to be before 8am tomorrow (it’ll be long passed by the time this goes out). Pack pack pack. I don’t know the address, it’s gonna be Uber to the shelter. Scary. So close. We can stay for 7 days unless we get in trouble, then about a month and a half max if they let us. Wanna puke. The last page of our system notebook has the details of what to do. I have to get ready. Leaving, packing.

It took us 13 hours to get an Uber. The shelter staff wanted to speak to us before ordering it. We told them our address at least ten times, between the hotline that was doing the Uber and the hotline that was getting us shelter. The person said there was no lower bunk for us, then there was no bed on the first floor, then we couldn’t go at all. They told us yes, make sure to get here by 8am. Then they told us yes, we’ll extend it to 11am. Now we have to redo the screening in two weeks and hope it’s still a yes, we have a bed.

It is safe-enough in the dorms. We have a bed and a bathroom (sometimes), and we only get hurt bad once or twice a month. I thought they were taking us anyway, but they were just confused. I have to take the stuff back upstairs, probably unpack and repack if they ever do say yes again.

It stung. The constant inability to secure transportation was stressful, plus already having called a DV hotline. Back to bleak hope. I want to cry. I thought we were leaving, I thought we were safe. They didn’t even stay to talk about getting our legal documents or how to reach a case manager. I feel like they stayed too long and noticed how bad we are.

Two weeks. We have to stay alive and not tell on ourselves for two weeks. If they don’t take us, we’re running on foot. I can’t decide whether I’m angry or ashamed. I hate you, don’t leave me.

Okay. It was a rollercoaster, but we can still get through this. I’m taking the bags up, then I’m taking a nap. It’s been almost two days since we last slept. It’ll be alright. One way or another, we have to keep moving.

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unhappycylinder · 1 year

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Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Pt. 2

Masterlist

Your alarm startled you awake and you fumbled dramatically out of bed, taking your sheets with you. That was probably the hardest you had slept in a long time. You had to get to school early to meet with the counselor to talk about your interests and your grades and all that stupid first-day-but-its-almost-the-end-of-the-year bullshit that you knew all too well.

You stepped into your bathroom, brushed your teeth and your hair, and did some light makeup before heading back to your room and throwing on your usual outfit: blue jeans, a band t-shirt (today was Led Zeppelin), a denim jacket with a few pins on it that you literally had never washed, and your orange converse. You grabbed the money your dad left and shoved it in your backpack before heading out.

The walk to school was nice, quiet, and honestly peaceful...that was until a disgusting old van came barreling down the street at an ungodly speed. You couldn't help but scoff as you imagined what reckless idiot could be driving it. As the van passed you, you avoided eye contact with whoever was inside, but you could feel their eyes burning into the side of your head. Just after they passed you, the van screeched to a halt and the driver's side window rolled down.

"guess today's the day I get kidnapped...in goddamn Hawkins, Indiana" you whispered under your breath as you approached the van, stopping just next to the window.

You glanced up to see a guy about your age with dark wavy hair down past his shoulders, deep brown eyes that felt like they looked into your soul, and a denim vest over a leather jacket. Metal music was playing on his stereo and he had his right arm propped on the steering wheel, his ringed hand draping over the edge, and his left arm hanging out of the window. He didn't break eye contact with you once, and to you it looked like he was ever so slightly blushing.

"Well hello there gorgeous," he said after a few seconds of intense eye contact.

"So are you gonna like, I don't know, kidnap me or something?" You said, putting your hands in your jacket pockets.

"Nah, that wasn't my plan sweetheart. But I was gonna ask what a girl like you is doing walking down the highway at 7 am"

"On my way to school, and I just moved here so I don't really have a means of transportation just yet other than these bad boys" you said while patting your thighs, his eyes following your hands to your legs and lingering there for a second.

"Well it just so happens that's where I'm headed as well, why don't I give you a lift?"

"Uh...well...if there's one thing I know its that you're not supposed to get in vans with strangers. That's like tip number one of how to not get kidnapped"

"Listen sweetheart, I already said I wasn't gonna kidnap you. Plus I'm not a stranger, I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He held his right hand out of the van for you to shake, which you did. As you shook his hand, he leaned out of the van window and brought your hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a small kiss.

You were absolutely full of butterflies, but you didn't want to show it, so you tucked your head into your shoulder to hide your smile.

As Eddie let go of your hand, his fingers grazed past yours as your eyes looked up to meet his, which had been glued to you this entire time.

"So what do you say, a ride to school from a total non-stranger?" Eddie asked.

Your logic of course told you not to get in the van with the long-haired guy in a leather jacket, but your hormones apparently got the best of you cause next thing you knew you were being escorted to the passenger door by none other than Eddie Munson.

He held out a hand for you as you got in, which you took, and you also took note of the black bandana in the back pocket of his ripped jeans. Your time in Vegas wasn't wasted after all, you had learned some shit there. But you decided to just ignore that for now, and focus on the music playing on the radio - Metallica.

"You like metal music?" Eddie asked, breaking you from your trance.

"Uh yeah, yeah I do. I'm more of a rock gal, but I like Metallica a lot"

"I gathered that from your outfit. And I gotta say I'm surprised to hear you even knew their name"

"What, Metallica? Doesn't everyone know them"

"You'd be surprised sweetheart, around this town nobody really branches out from the norm," Eddie said, looking down into his lap.

He looked over to you, watching you bop your head back and forth to the music, "hey so uhh, I didn't catch your name back there"

"Oh um I'm y/n, I guess I totally forgot that when someone introduces themself, you're supposed to do the same thing back," you awkwardly chuckled before looking out the window.

----Eddie's POV----

y/n stared out the window, looking at god knows what, but all you could think about was how you managed to discover the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen on your drive to school. It was like she spawned out of thin air. You knew absolutely nothing about her other than she was new in town and liked rock music, but you could already feel a crush forming.

You hoped you hadn't been too forward with her, offering her a ride, kissing her hand, calling her nicknames...but you wanted her first impression of you to be good in the hopes that they would somehow overcome all the shit she'd hear about you as soon as school started. About you being 'the freak' and not graduating on time, all that nonsense. You wanted her to see you as a friend, someone she could count on, and maybe in the future something more than that. She was beautiful, and she was all you were gonna think about for the rest of the day.

----y/n's POV----

Eddie pulled into the empty parking lot, stopping the van before running to the passenger side and helping you out.

"Eddie, thank you so much for the ride, and for not kidnapping me, I really appreciate it...especially the kidnapping part"

"What'd I tell you princess...nothing to worry about here," Eddie said as he gestured to himself. As he opened his arms you got a glimpse of his t-shirt, 'Hellfire Club,' with a demon? on it? This man really was an enigma, but boy was he charming. You giggled as you pulled your backpack straps on, turning to walk towards school.

"Hey uhhh I have to take care of something before school, but um I'll see you later hopefully, yeah?" Eddie asked, walking backwards towards the woods beyond the parking lot.

"Oh yeah, okay! Um, thanks again Eddie, I'll see you around." You turned and started walking towards the doors.

"Hey y/n!" Eddie shouted, "It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, m'lady" he did a little bow before turning to the woods and walking away.

Who the hell was this man, and how did he already have you thinking about nothing but him before your first day even started?

----In the counselor's office----

"Okay y/n, your transcript looks great, your schedule looks complete, and you're all ready to go on my end. I'm having another student walk you around today to get you acquainted with the school and help you get yourself settled socially, and she'll also be able to answer any questions you have about clubs or extracurriculars," the counselor said, handing you a packet of papers with your schedule on top.

"Oh okay, thanks," you said, taking the packet.

"Her name is Robin, she's in our band and she's in most of the same classes as you. I think you two will really hit it off well!" With that, Robin busted through the door of the office panting. She was dressed head to toe in a marching band outfit, complete with the plumed hat and all.

"Hi um, you must be y/n, I'm Robin," she said before diverting her eyes to the counselor, "and I'm so so sorry I was so late, you see I was getting a ride from my friend Steve but I forgot my hat at home. You know me I'm a total klutz. And I-I- was rushing to find it and it was in absolutely the last place I would have thought to look..." Robin droned on, making you giggle as you stared at her in wonder.

"It's quite alright, Robin, y/n and I were just finishing up actually. And seeing as today starts with a pep-rally, I can't see why we really need to worry about punctuality anyway" She said, handing a copy of your schedule to Robin.

Robin opened the door for you as you walked out of the office. As soon as you were out she cornered you against the doorframe and started talking.

"Listen, y/n, I'm so sorry for being late. And I've also got to warn you I talk a lot, like a lot a lot, especially when I'm nervous. And this pep rally has my nerves waaay through the roof, and I'm really really not prepared for it," she panted as she stared at you, "anyway, I'm really excited to show you around today, I think we'll get along splendidly." She smiled and took your arm in hers, walking you down the hallway to the gym, where she joined the band and you sat in the far back corner behind them, observing all the other students coming in, hoping to get a glimpse of a certain boy in particular.

Part 3

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things 4

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channieismyboy · 2 years

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hey i love love love ur headcannons tysm for writing !!!

for a future one, would u like to write about how they would be with a taller s/o ? being 6’0 myself it’s sometimes hard reading fics (not urs !!) where the reader is small and petite 😭😭 thank you !!!

awww tysm!! i love this sm, a lot of my cousins are on the tall side (like 6 to 6'3, i think all the beautiful tall genes went to them and not me smh) i’m sorry it took so long to get back to you on this, but i hope you enjoy it!!!

stray kids with a tall s/o headcanons ♡

bang chan:

first of all i'm sure he would love it that you're taller than him

i think it would make him want to care for you even more (if that makes sense)

like he just thinks that you're too precious and beautiful

and everytime you look down to talk to him, his heart just

melts

i just can't stop thinking about your daily activities with him

it's just too cute

i imagine him always asking you to get things on higher shelves for him

like even is he can reach those items by simply going on his tippy-toes

he would still make you do them (only because he wants to admire you even more iykyk)

minho:

personally, i think mnho would want his s/o on the taller side

that's just my opinion but anyways-

so i think he would really like your height and would praise your beauty for it all the time

he especially would like you're long legs

he just thinks they're so attractive

especially in clothing that show them off

in shorts, tight leggings, shorts

he would simply pass away (in a good way ofc)

like you would catch him always staring at your legs-

(but you like it)

changbin:

girl-

YOU WOULD BE CHANGBIN'S DREAM

he's always going off about height and things like that

so i think just like minho, he would want a taller s/o

except he would always be by your side and never let go of you

i think he would want to hug a lot (notably standing)

he would want to lay his head on your chest all the time

if you ever feel a bit insecure about your height

this mf would not hesitate to shut you up

(ngl i feel like he would gaslight you into liking your height, just because he doesn't understand how you would not like it, when he adores it so much)

hyunjin:

because hyunjin is quite tall, i don't think he would mind looking up at your beautiful face while talking to you

he would only have to lift his head a little (unlike changbin-)

plus i think he would also want a taller s/o cause he has to deal with short people all the time

but anyways

i think he would always want to paint you

i just imagine him always taking scenery pictures with you in them, because you look so pretty and match the background nicely

so he would end up making sketches of those pictures

han:

i think you wouldn't want to be taller than han

because if you are

this guy would be so annoying with his compliments

like you would just be standing there

and this mf would not shut up about your beauty

also just like bang chan, he would make you do things for him

since your limbs are longer he would make you reach out to get things

and most (if not all the time) they would be too far for you to reach to get

so you would have to get out of your comfortable position to get the item he wants

you get annoyed by this but it's worth it because he looks up at your with his pretty eyes and you cannot help but fall more in love with him

felix:

let me just say this:

COMPARING HAND SIZES WITH HIM

like hyunjin has huge hands and i know almost everyone has seen him and felix compare hands

imagine felix vs your hand

it would be so cute and precious

(help i'm dying)

just like changbin, he would be at your side at all times

just wrapping his arms around your waist 24/7

only letting go when you have to go to the bathroom or something

he can't help it that you're the most gorgeous being he has ever laid his eyes on

he would always look up at you so cutely too smh

seungmin:

okay so for seungmin

i feel like he would find beauty in everyone

and when he laid his eyes on your figure and face

he almost died

he has never seen someone as cute and precious as you he thinks

and when you both got together, he would praise the fuck out of you

like how can you just look down at him so cutely, with your pretty eyes??

he would just love you, and want to feel protect by you always

especially when you hug him

jeongin:

when looking for a partner, jeongin has never thought about height

in fact i think it has to be a requirement for you to be tall for him to like you

so he has never thought about any partner being too tall, or small

so when you both are together, he would just enjoy to be in your loving presence

all in all, jeongin is head over heels for you, and would just want to be with you at all times

(I'm not joking. at. all. times.)

a/n: hey guys, ik it's been a little while, but i hope you enjoyed this!! anon, i'm sorry it took so long. i have been trying my best, and i really hope you liked this!!!

for anyone who would like to be included in my tags list, just send me a message, or leave a comment!!

i love you all, please make sure to eat, and drink water properly!! <3

@miamyre @luabahngg @flowersiinherhaiir @yourallaround-simp

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sunnyie-eve · 2 months

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9 | Redecorating

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

"We picked the perfect house!" Bam comes back after looking for a new house.

"I just want to say this... You break or lose any of my shit... I swear Bam. Mess with mom's and dad's shit I don't care but me." I stare him down.

"You heard her. Careful with her shit." Bam tells everyone as I go upstairs to pack things nicely.

"Need help?" Ryan walks into my room.

"To carry shit to my car, yes. I don't trust any of y'all with things important to me. Well, when I mean y'all I mean all of y'all together. You alone, I kinda trust more than you with them. If you get what I mean." I laugh at my rambling trying to explain myself.

"I get what you mean, Bels. I know your movies are one thing that's really important to you. Your snow globes you collect that not a lot of people know about. Certain rocks you find and like to keep." He laughs at me as I hand him a box.

"Then be careful taking this box to my car. It's got my globes and rocks." I pat his shoulder and he leaves as I grab my box of CDs following him out. He helps me put boxes and bags in my car till he was needed for other shit.

When Raab gets here with the truck I just watch them break everything. "Now you see why I put my stuff in my car." I tell the camera as it pans to me watching them.

"Hey, can you give me the address so I can get a head-start?" I walk over to Bam so he tells me.

"I'm only telling you so you can have first pick of a room. I'll be a nice brother about that so you don't get stuck with the worst room." He says making me hug him.

"I love you." I run over to my car.

"Key!" Bam yells tossing me the key and I catch it.

When I get to the new house I really liked it from the outside and liked it more inside. I look around before deciding the room I wanted. Out of 8 rooms 3 had their own bathrooms, so I of course took one with my own bathroom. Plus it was a good size for me and my stuff with a nice size walk in closet.

As the rest show up I hear the guys running so I stand at my open door say so they know I called this on.

"Yours is nice." Ryan whines before going to check out other rooms before picking the room next to mine. "Sup neighbor." He smiles at his door way.

"Hello." I laugh at him.

While everyone was taking on the second level, I hear mom say Jess's name making me run out of my room.

"Jess!" I shout running down the stairs almost but catch myself on Bam.

"There's the baby!" He wraps his arms around me as I hug him.

"It's good to see you but I have to fix my room." I say making my way outside.

As I was carrying a box in all the guys walk out. "Hey, help Ape and Phil's move in and paint stuff. We're going to Amsterdam." Bam tells me.

"What?" I stop walking.

"Have fun." He pats my back.

"You know he's a terrible son so you make up being the Platinum daughter." Ryan gives me a smile.

"I'm not going to do anything because he's going to end up redoing everything mom does. I'm not wasting my time." I tell him.

"You know your brother better than Ape knows her son." He laughs.

"Just go catch y'all's stupid plane." I walk past him going in.

"Annabelle, come help your mother and me!" My dad yells for me.

"I'm gonna pass this once because he's going to redo everything when he gets back. Come on, you've got to know that. He said it was his place so he's going to make it gothic." I lean out and down.

"Just help us!" My mom calls out.

"I'm busy fixing my room!" I go back into my room.

"Thank you for taking me to get a new bed. You're the only person I know who could help me." I tell Glomb as he drives.

"It's not trouble for me. I wasn't doing anything that's why I said yes to you. I was thinking we get more than just a bed. Get some other furniture as well. So it can fit whatever theme you paint your room."

"Sounds great." I smile.

After all the shopping and going back fixing up my room we made it look great. "I think this is the most girly thing I've ever done. Buying, putting together, and moving things around." He crosses his arms looking at the finished look.

"Well I'm a girl, and you were doing something for me... a girl." I laugh at him. "Thank you, again." I give him a side hug.

"No problem. See you whenever Bam calls me back over." He laughs leaving.

"Hey guys." I hear mom so I come out of no my room and look down at them.

Bam of course complains then starts reck everything making the rest join as I laugh at mom losing it. "Guess who's gonna go out the window next?" She says walking towards Ryan.

"Don't throw him out. He one of the few people I call a friend." I shout out as she kicks his butt.

"New house, new rules. We're burning it all!" Bam shouts.

"Just leave my finished room alone." I laugh making him run up to me.

"Finished?" He walks into my room and eyes the room. "I approve the shade of purple. Black carpet is good. I can get over the white parts. How did you do all this alone?" He faces me.

"I called Glomb to take me shopping for a new bed and he suggested to get other furniture for the room too."

"It's very you." Ryan walks into my room. "I expected a lighter purple though." He laughs.

"I hate light color walls especially with bright light. Dark makes me feel more comfortable." I explain.

"Dunn, look. It's the three of us." Bam looks at my picture on my bedside table.

"We mean that much to you?" Dunn wraps his arms around me.

"Don't get too cocky. Let's go burn the shit you threw out." I head out first with them following me.

I hear racket over in Dunn's room waking me up. I start to hear him shout for help so I get up.

When I open the door as far as it would go I see his bed flipped upside down. "You fuckers get me out of here." He tells me.

"Why I gotta be a fucker?" I yawn.

"Anna, help me out. I can't get out because of the saran wrap around me." I watch the bed move.

"Let me go get my scissors. I'll be right back." I grab them off my desk then go back to his room going around the bed bending down to look at him underneath it. "You look comfy to me." I joke with him.

"Just get me out please." He huffs so I work at the wrap then help him crawl out. "Thank you." He stands up.

"No problem. Let's flip your bed back." I get on the other side to help. Once it was up right the camera guy leaves us.

"You're lucky they can't flip your bed." He says pushing the bed against the wall as I pick up the pillows.

"I'd murder them in cold blood." I put the pillows back on the bed as he pulled the wrapping off rolling it up into a ball.

"I don't wanna have to go visit you in prison." He laughs as I sit down on his bed. "Did them messing with me wake you up?"

"Yeah. I heard you yelling so I came to see what happened." I lay back.

"That's what good friends do." He falls onto of me making me roll him off me.

"Bam is a good friend. He lets you stay here for free. Now I'm gonna go get dressed for the day and do whatever." I get off his bed leaving the room.

"What happened to you?" I ask seeing mom covered in mud as she comes back into the house from going to Bam and Ryan outside.

"Yeah, what the heck?" Raab asks.

"These two assees..." We all laugh at her for calling them that as she explains what happened.

The plan was to finish up the pirate bar and other rooms for Slayer to stay of since they were coming tomorrow.

"Anna-," I cut Ryan off with yelling.

"No passing that doorway when you are covered in mud!" I rush over placing a hand on his chest walking him backwards shutting my door behind me.

"Sorry." He puts his hands up as I keep making him walk downstairs far from the room.

"Can you make one room black?" Ryan asks my mom.

"No." She tells him.

"Slayer would like black." I tell her.

"No! Who wants to live in purgatory?" She gets louder and Ryan raises his hand making me laugh.

"Slayer!" Bam shouts.

All the guys do all the hard stuff while I just help Mom paint. "Have you got yourself a date to the party?" She asks as our backs face each other.

"Really?" I laugh at her getting more green paint. "Me have a date? I don't even know guys outside of Bam's friends. Everyone my age in West Chester knows the fake rumors. No one wants to go in a date with me."

"How's painting?" Bam joins us having a conversation with mom.

"I like heavy metal." She tells him.

"Well this is heavy metal." He tries to get her to understand.

"I love heavy metal." She says making me giggle as he tries to explain how heavy it is.

"Heavier than Metallica?" She asks so we say yes. "Def Leopard. My favorite." She tells the camera as I leave the room to go to the bathroom.

After my pee, I go down to check out how the guys are doing at Pirate Bar. "How is it coming along?" I ask walking up to Ryan's side.

"I have a boner." He smiles showing me the bone he was messing with.

"You have such a mature sense of humor." I shake my head at him.

"What we're you and mom talking about before I came in?" Bam joins us.

"She was asking if I have a date to the party. To which I laughed at because the only guys I talk to are in this house. Now I'm gonna be loser if y'all can somehow get Don Vito a date when I can't." I say going back to help mom.

Bam, Ryan, Dico, and Rake went out to go help Vito on his date and Raab asked me to help him paint things gold.

"Are you painting a bottle of Windex?" I laugh joining him.

"We don't have anything else good so I'll paint whatever gold." He laughs as I find something worth painting gold.

"What did you mean earlier saying you can't get a date for the party?"

"As I said the only guys I talk to are you guys. Everyone else in this town believes or is cautious about the lies." I explain to him.

"You know you always say only one person was on your side from the start but you had two. I was too."

"You never said you were." I stop painting.

"I thought you would know a friend believed you. Plus I knew how you felt talking about it. I didn't want to make you. I may be dumb but not all the time."

"Well thank you for always believing me." I give him a smile.

"I'll be your date for the party." He says making me raise an eyebrow at him. "So you can say you at least have a date and that you're not alone. You don't have to say yes."

"Sure." I nod my head

"What?" He asks.

"Yes, you can be my date and the other way around." I say making him get a big smile.

In four hours Slayer arrives and we were finished the little touches to the Pirate bar. Bam gets on Raab for painting random things gold. So I had to stand up for him saying we didn't have much, but I tried my best to find other things to paint gold too.

"I painted a rock gold so I did okay, right?" I pout at them.

"Yes, it's better than shaving cream." Ryan squirts it out then we celebrate for finishing up.

When Slayer does arrive we show them around the house. "You aren't looking forward to the party are you?" Ryan sits with me.

"I gotta make sure to keep random people out of my room. If you get what I mean." I give him a look.

The party wasn't that bad when I did hang out with everyone, Raab would stay by my side the entire time. Whenever someone, who I didn't know, would try to get me a drink, Raab would say he was my date.

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