#so yeah. if you read this i hope you had a good monday at least…

[nyxoz]

I was thinking for a part 2 to the modern day Eddie x reader sexting could be she goes and hangs out with Jackson and Eddie starts sexting her knowing she's over there 👀

thank you so for your request!!! im so mind blown by the love for this fic. i hope you enjoy this part two.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Best Friends to Lovers, Modern AU, Sexting, Swearing, Jealousy, Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex.

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Part One

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Eddie has been avoiding you. 

Well, at least you think he has. He hasn’t contacted you since he said goodbye the night he made you come so hard on your couch you had to lay against him to catch your breath. 

You haven’t texted or called him either but that’s not the point. He initiated it. Shouldn’t he be the one to call you? 

It’s been three days since that night, which isn’t super long but you and Eddie haven’t gone a day without talking to each other for god knows how long. It’s weird, him not being in your life. Not texting him something stupid or sending him a meme or TikTok you saw. You miss him. But you’re mad at him. 

You’re not mad about what happened. You’re mad about how he’s acting (or not acting.). You didn’t expect him to suddenly be your boyfriend or anything, but he could at least fucking text you. 

It’s Monday night when you decide to head to Benny's diner alone for dinner. 

As you enter the mostly empty diner you see none other than Jackson, sitting alone at a booth lining the window. His head pops up as the bell rings on the door and he’s smiling as he recognises you. 

You subtly sigh and smile at him. 

“Hey.” He says. 

You walk over to where he’s seated, “Hey, Jackson.” 

He looks around you like he’s expecting to see someone. 

“You eating alone?” 

You nod. 

“I’d expected Munson to be following behind you like a lost little puppy.” He laughs at his joke. You don’t laugh and he notices calming down his chuckle, “I was just kidding.” He tries to save face.  

There’s an awkward silence before he clears his throat. 

“How about you take a seat? I’ll buy you dinner.” He asks. 

You look at the empty seat across from him and then back at his smiling face. You decide, fuck it, why not? You get a free meal out of it and some okay company. 

“Suuure, but I want a milkshake too.” You bargain as you slide into the booth. 

He laughs a little, his teeth blindingly white and in full view. “Sure thing, darlin’.” 

He keeps smiling at you as you grab at the menu his fingers are fiddling with on the table. Your eyes wander over the page, trying to choose when he starts up that awkward conversation. 

“So, Friday night was, like, good.” He says. 

You snort, eyes still on the menu. “Good?” 

“Hot.” He corrects, “like so hot.” 

You finally look up at him after deciding what you want. “I’m glad.” 

He laughs, “You’re hard to read.” 

Raising a brow and tapping your fingers against the table you smirk slightly. “Am I?” 

Jackson leans back further against the booth and runs his hands through his hair. “Yeah, you really are.” 

“Alrighty! What can I get you two tonight?” A waitress interrupts your conversation. 

You look up at her and see her name tag reads Joan. You and Jackson give your orders to Joan and she grabs your menu before walking back to the counter. 

As Jackson asks how your weekend is going, headlights shine into the window as a car parks in front of the diner. You automatically turn to look at the light and as the headlights turn off you see a very familiar green van. Eddie. Of course, he’s here. 

You turn back to Jackson and pretend you’re listening to some fishing story he’s telling as you hear the bells of the front door jingle as Eddie enters. You don’t look up at the sound and keep staring head-on at Jackson. 

He says something that makes himself laugh and you don’t know quite what it was but you decide to laugh loud and reach a hand forward to touch his arm that’s resting on the tabletop. Eddie walks past just as you do and you can’t help but flick your eyes up at him. He looks at you and then down to where you’re touching Jackson. He doesn’t stop walking until he’s sitting in the booth right behind Jackson, staring directly at you. 

Jackson doesn’t seem to notice that Eddie is here, too caught up in your touch and laugh. 

“Yeah, so funny right!” He laughs with you. 

“Totally.” You smile, staring just past his shoulder into the brown eyes that are staring directly into yours. 

Eddie is smirking very subtly at you before he drops his eyes down to the menu. 

The next twenty minutes seem to go by uneventfully. You flirt shamelessly with Jackson, but manage to avoid looking at Eddie the entire time. Your food comes out and after you both finish, you decide to split the promised milkshake. 

“I gotta say, I’m more of a strawberry milkshake man myself.” Jackson says and you put two straws into the shake. 

“People are biased towards vanilla because they think it’s basic, but it’s not! It’s original and iconic. There’s nothing wrong with being vanilla.” You smile at him. 

You drop a finger in the whipped cream and bring it up to your mouth, sucking the sweetness off your finger. Your eyes meet with Eddie’s over Jackson’s shoulder. 

His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide taking up the chocolate brown you love so much. He’s rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you intently. 

Your eyes flicker back to Jackson and he’s smiling at you softly, a sheepish look on his face. He leans down and takes a sip of the milkshake and groans as he does. 

“Okay, you’re right. This is good.” 

“See! Nothing wrong with vanilla.” You repeat before taking a sip yourself. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you fish it out as Jackson takes another sip. 

Eddie 7:37pm: do that again. 

Your eyes flicker up to Eddie and he’s staring at you. You stare back for a few seconds before you look down at your phone and type out a response. 

You 7:37pm: Who’s this? 

You can be petty. 

He responds immediately. 

Eddie 7:37pm: bet it doesn’t taste as sweet as you did. 

Your cheeks warm at the thought of him licking your arousal off his own fingers and you keep your eyes down on your phone. 

You can’t think of a witty reply. So you lock your phone and keep it face up in your lap, before turning back to Jackson. 

“See any good movies lately?” You ask lamely, trying to keep the conversation flowing but too preoccupied by Eddie. 

Your phone buzzes again and you ignore it. 

“Movies?” Jackson chuckles, “Uh not really. I’ve been focusing on fixing up my truck, honestly.” 

“Oh really?” You fake interest with a smile. 

Your phone buzzes a second time and your eyes can’t help but flicker down. 

Eddie 7:38pm: have you been thinking about me? 

Eddie 7:39pm: thinking about my fingers fucking you? 

You close your eyes to compose yourself as you look back up at Jackson. He’s too interested in talking about his truck to notice you’re not paying him any attention. 

Looking down at your lap you read the flood of texts you just received. 

Eddie 7:40pm: I’ve been thinking about you.

Eddie 7:40pm: thinking about how you taste. 

Eddie 7:40pm: how you felt when you came on my fingers. 

Eddie 7:40pm: I know you’d feel fucking unbelievable coming on my cock. 

The last message has you squeezing your thighs together. The thought of Eddie’s cock inside you has been on your mind for the past three days. You’ve touched yourself thinking about it, imagining him taking you against your soft sheets, or in his trailer, van, anywhere really. 

“What’re you think?” Jackson asks. 

You look up fast and blink a few times. 

“About what colour to paint my truck? Red or black?” He clarifies. 

“Oh, uh, red?” 

“Yeah, I’m thinking that too!” He keeps rambling about the truck tyres or engine, you’re not really sure.

Eddie 7:42pm: would you let me finish inside you? I know you’re on the pill. 

Eddie 7:42pm: wanna fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you

That’s the nail in the coffin of your patience. You clear your throat and interrupt Jackson. 

“Umm, this has been fun or whatever but I actually have to go.” You say standing up. Your eyes look over quickly at Eddie who is watching you as he eats a few fries. 

“Oh? I thought we could maybe go back to mine or something.” He smiles up at you hopefully. 

You frown apologetically, “Sorry. I’ll see you later?” 

He nods, but his expression shows a tad bit of frustration like his night has now been wasted playing nice with you when he couldn’t get anything out of it. 

You ignore him and turn to walk towards the bathroom. You pass the counter, and smile at Joan as you go, pushing open the bathroom door and turning into the ladies’ room. 

As you enter the end cubicle, you pull out your phone and sit on the closed toilet, going to scroll through Eddie’s messages again. You read each one, feeling your skin warm and your stomach tighten in arousal. 

You can’t believe him. After no contact for three days, this is what you get? 

The door to the bathroom opens and shuts with a thud. You can hear heavy footsteps walking along the tiled floor, they get louder as they grow closer. You look underneath the cubicle door, seeing familiar dirty converse standing directly in front of it.

Knuckles rap against the wood in a rhythmic fashion. 

“Y/N…” Eddie drags out your name. 

You stay silent and watch his feet. 

“Little pig! Little pig! Let me in.” He sings, a soft chuckle following it. 

You stand up, your clothes rustling and echoing in the quiet bathroom. You step forward, reaching for the lock and turning it slowly. Pulling your hand back, the door opens with a creek, Eddie coming into view inch by inch. 

He stands there, looking good enough to eat. He’s wearing his usual leather jacket over a black Judas Priest shirt. His black jeans are ripped at the knees. 

He smiles brightly at you, creases forming around his mouth and his brown eyes narrowing. 

You’re both quiet for a minute, staring at each other. You feel his eyes roaming your body, goosebumps rising on your skin under his gaze. 

“Hey.” He says taking a step into the cubicle. 

You give him a look of disbelief. After three days that’s all he’s got to say to you. 

You push at his chest, “Asshole!”

He sways a little but stands tall. 

You push at him again and he grabs at your wrists as they land on his chest. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” 

“You fucking just ghosted me!” 

You struggle against his hold but give up after he shows no sign of letting go. 

“I know.” 

“Why?” You ask defeated. 

He brings your hands up to his face and presses kisses on your knuckles. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against the skin, “I got scared, I don’t know, I just freaked out.” 

“Why, though?” 

He lowers your hands so you’re holding each other down near your waists. 

“I thought maybe you didn’t want me that way.” 

You scoff, “I literally orgasmed. I wanted it!”

“Yeah, I realise that now. I thought it through.” 

“You’re still an asshole.” You smirk. 

He grins back and begins slowly stepping forward, pushing you further back into the cubicle. He lets go of your hand to reach behind him and push the door closed, twisting the lock in place.

He stands in front of you and you take one step back, your thighs hitting the edge of the toilet. 

“Maybe I can make it up to you?” He asks, titling his head slightly. 

“Maybe.” 

He crowds against you, grabbing at your waist and moving you against the wall. His face hovers above you, half an inch away, his deep chocolate eyes flickering over your face. 

“Or maybe,” you start, “maybe I can catch up with Jackson.” It’s an empty threat but Eddie’s brows frown at the thought. 

“No.” He says. His right hand comes up to grab at your chin, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip a little. “You’re mine.” 

“Yours?” You whisper. 

His thumb presses harder against your lip, pushing upwards and sliding into your mouth. 

You drop your jaw, opening your mouth a little wider. Your tongue flattens out for him to glide his thumb along it. 

“All mine.” He murmurs. 

You suck on his thumb, pressing your tongue up against it and hollowing your cheeks. 

“Fuck.” He sighs, eyes transfixed on your mouth. 

Slowly, you draw your head back, pulling your mouth off him, the squelch of the suction breaking is loud in the space between you both. 

He licks at his lips as he watches the spit glistening on his thumb. 

“Did you like my texts?” He asks. 

Your head drops back further to thud against the wall, your hair scratches against you as you nod slowly. 

“What do you think, hmm?” His hand comes up to your hair line, pushing the strands back in soft strokes. “Would you let me come inside you?” 

Your heart jumps at the question. Swallowing down the spit pooling in your mouth, you nod again. 

“Gimme your words, baby.” He says. 

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” 

You huff a little, “Yes, I want you to come inside me.” 

His free hand splays against your stomach, inching down to the waistline of your jeans. His skilled fingers pop your button open and push down your zipper, the pads of his fingers landing on the soft cotton of your panties. 

Slowly but surely, he works his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, trailing down the top of your cunt and pressing his middle finger in between your slit. 

You gasp as his finger circles your clit. 

He smiles at your intake of breath and slides another finger alongside the first, gliding them between your folds and lapping up your arousal. 

He circles your entrance, before pushing two fingers in. 

You squeak as he curls his fingers up, searching for the rough spot inside you that makes you clench around him. You moan out as he continues thrusting his fingers into you. 

“Eddie.” 

He leans his forehead against yours and keeps fingering you. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Don’t want your fingers.” 

He smiles and kisses your cheek, “No?” 

You shake your head. 

“What do you want?” 

His fingers come up to rub your clit some more and you cry out. 

“I want...” you trail off as he continues to toy with you. 

“Yes?” He asks with a smile, nosing at your cheekbone. 

“I want your cock.” 

He laughs and his warm breath hits your face. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

He pulls his hand out from your underwear, his other hand coming down to your jeans and pushing them down your legs, along with your underwear. You toe off your shoes and slide your jeans and panties off, leaving them on the floor next to the toilet. 

You reach forward and grab at Eddie’s belt, unbuckling it and pushing his pants and boxers down over cock. It springs free, hitting his black tee and leaving a spot of precum. 

You go to grab at his cock but he grabs at your hand to stop you. 

“Wait,” he breathes out, “I wanna…” he looks over your face and then reaches up to take it in his hands, “I wanna kiss you.” 

He holds your face so softly in his calloused hands. 

You realise, in both these times you’ve been together, you’ve never kissed each other. You’ve never had your lips pressed against his or your tongue in his mouth. 

It was a line you both unknowable hadn’t tried to cross. Touching each other was one thing, but kissing felt more personal. Like it could break your friendship if it went wrong. 

You look down at his pink lips, wanting nothing more than to touch them with your own. 

“Kiss me then.” You whisper. 

He takes no time rushing forward and pressing his lips on yours. You inhale against him, breathing him in. 

His tongue licks into your mouth, massaging with yours. Your nose rubs against his cheek as you push further against him, wanting to get as close as possible. 

Eddie’s hand comes down to grab your left leg, his arm coming up underneath it to hold it up. He pulls away from your lips, pressing his forehead against yours and looking down in between you. You both catch your breath and stare down as his other hand reaches for his cock and guides it towards you. 

The head of his cock brushes against your folds, lapping your juices. Eddie’s head drops back and he groans out lowley. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

He lines up at your entrance and looks up at you quickly, watching your reaction as he slides into you. His arm holding your leg up tenses as your heat surrounds him. 

Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut as he pushes all the way in. Your breathing gets heavier as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with yours. 

Eddie leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling out slowly and pushing back in. He keeps a steady slow pace, his free hand holding your hip. 

Your leg aches from the stretch of being held up but it’s all forgotten when he starts moving faster. The echo of skin slapping each other can be heard throughout the bathroom, accompanied by your heavy breathing. 

He keeps fucking hard and fast. His hand on your waist trails down to your crotch, sliding to your clit. His fingers begin circling the nub in rhythm with his hips. 

You let out a moan, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie.” 

You feel the warmth in your core starting to unravel, getting closer to your release. 

He smiles at you and presses kisses along your jawline. 

A thud of a door can be heard in the distance and Eddie’s hips stop their movements, as he listens out for more noise. 

The door to the ladies’ bathroom opens and closes and someone walks in and enters the cubicle next to yours. The side of Eddie’s face is pressed against the side of yours, his mouth hovering over your ear. 

“Better keep quiet. Don’t wanna get caught, do ya, baby?” He whispers. 

His fingers start playing with your clit again, but his hips stay still, keeping his cock deep inside you. 

You bite your lip to prevent a moan as he keeps toying relentlessly with your swollen nub. 

You can hear the rustling in the next stall and the toilet flushes. The person very slowly makes their way out to wash their hands and it feels like forever until they finally leave the bathroom. 

You release a loud breath as the door shuts. 

“Oh my god.” 

Eddie laughs and brings a hand up to hold your hip as he starts fucking back into you. 

He continues pounding into you, his lips pressing all over your face and then landing on your lips. He licks filthily into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. 

He pulls back slightly, breathing against your mouth. His hips show no sign of slowing down as his hand comes back down to your clit. 

“Gonna fill you up.” He says. 

You nod at his statement, your noses brushing each other. “I want it.” 

His fingers on your clit start rubbing fast and furious, his hips starting to stutter as he gets closer to his orgasm. 

Your walls tighten around him and he hisses. 

The white heat inside you grows and soon you feel it flowing over. You moan out into his mouth and he breathes it in. 

“Fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming.” You cry. 

His hips fuck you through your orgasm and he comes undone just after you. 

His come paints your insides, filling you to the brim. He moans out your name, breathing heavy against you. He keeps moving slowly inside you, milking himself dry before slumping against you, his face hiding in your neck. 

Your hand comes up to cup his head as you both try to catch your breath. 

He gently pulls out of you and you feel his come dripping out of your hole. You grimace at the loss. 

He lets down your leg, very slowly and you feel the soreness in your thigh radiate down your leg. 

You lean against the wall and watch as he pulls his jeans up. He reaches down and grabs your jeans and panties, handing them to you. 

As you slide your pants back on he kisses at your neck and face and you laugh as you awkwardly hop into your clothes. 

“Eddie.” You giggle. 

He laughs too and holds your hips. He tilts his head as he looks down at you and reaches one of his hands up to push your hair from your face. 

“You’re beautiful.” He says it almost accidentally, like he can’t keep the words from spilling out. 

You smile up at him. “So are you.” 

That makes him smile bright, his eyes creasing at the edges. 

You stand there with no shoes on in Benny’s diner’s bathroom and stare up at your best friend. 

“Back to yours?” He asks. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

“Okay.” He says before he kisses your forehead. 

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[janeyseymour]

At Arm's Length pt 2

A requested sequel, although this could *probably* be read on its own.

Part 1

WC: ~3k

Melissa Schemmenti was fond of exactly five people at her place of work- six if you counted the strange dynamic she had with the principal of the school. She cared about her beloved work wife Barbara, her three work children, and... and somehow you had wormed your way into her little group, all over a spilled cup of coffee (or two, but who’s counting?). But it wasn’t in the way that she cared for the kindergarten teacher, and it wasn’t in the way that you felt she had a protective maternal feeling for you. It was different. Not bad, but certainly different from the rest. 

Friday night was a nice night with the redheaded teacher. She had wined and dined you, and if you were being honest, it was the best meal of your life. Growing up in center city Philadelphia, you didn’t much have the luxury of decadent food- and you sure as hell know you were lucky to have feasted on her cooking for even just one night. It definitely beat the meals you grew up eating, and there was no contest to be had in the sorry excuses for meals you could ‘cook’ for yourself with the little ingredients you had laying around your half decorated apartment. You’re not sure you would ever be able to afford to cook the way she does. You would need... years of cooking lessons.

You leave her place on a high- full from the delicious food, a little warm from the bottle of wine you had shared, and on cloud nine at the knowledge that the Melissa Schemmenti didn’t hate you in the slightest.

“So, you think I still hate ya?” the second grade teacher playfully pokes at you as you reach for the door.

“I-” you turn red.

“I don’t,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “Now get home safe, and let me know when you get home, yeah?”

You nod with a smile and yet another thank you as you quietly raise the tupperware container filled with leftovers. You leave a moment later, not realizing that she watches you the entire way to your car, making sure you get there safely. She has a bat in hand, ready to pulverize anybody who thinks they can mess with you or try to rob you of her delicious cooking.

When you relay to her that you made it home, she texts back, You’re in your apartment?

I’m in my complex, you reply, not quite ready to go into your apartment that doesn’t quite feel like a home.

Not good enough. Let me know when you’re in- door locked and everything.

When you do, she types back, Good. Don’t miss me too much.

And god, you don’t even know what to make of that text. 

Monday morning comes just a bit too early for you. You wake up just a little too late to brew coffee at home, and you sigh. You were hoping to be at least somewhat caffeinated for the beginning of the week. Grabbing your ‘bland ass salad’ and the now empty and clean tupperware container gifted to you by a certain coworker, you get in your car and head to school.

For the first time upon entering the school, you don’t feel the need to peek into the break room before entering. You aren’t afraid to see that redheaded second grade teacher you used to nearly cower at. You just walk in, a smile on your face as you see the usual crew gathering around the television to watch the news. Everybody but Melissa turns to give you a silent wave before turning back around to the screen. You quietly place your lunch in the fridge, noting you won’t have to move anybody else’s food before making your way over to the coffee machine silently.

“Didn’t make any coffee this morning? Afraid you’d spill it all over ya again?” The redhead asks, eyes still glued to the screen. There’s a hint of mischief in her voice. You turn, not realizing that she even knew you were in the room. You shake your head silently, not wanting to interrupt the broadcast. You remembered what happened the last time you did that. You do not want a repeat of that event. “There’s some in the mug. I made it not five minutes ago. It’s yours if you want it.”

“Thanks,” you say shyly as you let the steam rise in your face. It just happens to be a coincidence that you both like your coffee the same way- no need to fix it at all. You go to leave the room, only to hear that low voice again.

“Come watch the news with us, smalls.” This was the second time the woman had spoken over Jim Gardner to talk to you. 

Not wanting to be back on Melissa’s bad side, you quietly make your way over and take a place next to her and Barb. Slyly, you hand her tupperware back to her. She takes it with a smile and a small nudge to your ribs. Barb glances over, her eyebrow raising just a fraction of an inch, before directing her attention back to the news anchor they all loved. 

When the news is over, Janine turns to you with a grin. “So... how was your weekend? Gregory and I missed you at Bone- the restaurant on Friday.”

“It was nice,” you say quietly. “Lowkey. I needed a quiet weekend after last week.” You unconsciously shift a bit closer to Melissa.

If Barbara notices the way your cheeks tint red or your subtle shift, she doesn’t mention it. She just looks at you with a smile. “I’m glad you had a nice weekend, Y/N. Are you ready for this week?”

“Now that I have some coffee,” you chuckle. “Alright, I have to reply to a few emails I got over the weekend, but I’ll see you all arou-”

“You better have lunch with us,” Melissa cuts you off. All eyes turn to her. “I mean... c’mon, hon. You’re one of us now.”

“I- I am?” you look around the group. Janine and Jacob are all grins and giving you thumbs up. Gregory is as unreadable as ever. Barbara has a knowing look on her face. And Melissa is looking at you like you’re an idiot. 

“You think I’d give my Eagles shirt to just anyone? Or let anyone touch my coffee?” she rolls her eyes. “Yeah. You’re with us now. Don’t be dumb.”

You just barely let yourself smile, afraid of overreacting with the grin you want to let wash over your face. “Y-yeah. Okay. Yeah. I’ll- I’ll see you at lunch.”

As you leave, you hear Janine ask, “Hey, Melissa, where’d that tupperware come from?”

“Who’s askin’?” You hear her gravelly voice ask, and you can practically hear her staring down the shorter teacher. “Why you gotta know?”

You smile into the mug as you continue on down the hall. 

Come lunch time, you’re almost excited to join the group again- even if it means Melissa will make fun of your lunch again. But then Zion didn’t have lunch again- just an empty lunch box-, and you have to go through the charade of making sure the lunch ladies made extra so he could have lunch without taking someone else’s. And by the time all of that is over, you only have twelve minutes left to try to enjoy your lunch before having to head outside for your dreaded recess duty. 

You hear their conversation before they know you’re outside the door.

“Oh come on, Melissa,” Jacob laughs nervously. “You and I both know that your attitude towards her didn’t just flip overnight.”

“Well, we did have the weekend,” she bites back, and you can practically see the smirk on her face. 

“You know what I mean!” he argues. “You hated her on Thursday, and now you’re inviting her to sit with you and Barb at lunch? You even have her salad ready for her?”

You silently pray the kindergarten teacher won’t let slip that you had gone over to Melissa’s for dinner on Friday. She doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t.

“Yeah, and if she doesn’t come down and eat it before lunch is over, I’m gonna go down to her room and shove it down her-”

You push the door open gently.

“There y’are,” the redhead says as she kicks out the seat next to her. “Where ya been?”

You sigh softly as you sit down next to her. “Making sure all my kids had a lunch to eat... Zion’s mom forgot to pack his lunch- again.” 

Barbara gives a sad shake of the head. “She’s been doing that since I had him in Kindergarten. Next time, tell the lunch ladies to put it on my account.”

“N-no, I just paid for it,” you say quietly as you glance at your salad on the table. You don’t make any moves to eat it. “I have been. He needs to eat.”

“And so do you,” Melissa says pointedly as she juts her chin out towards your container.

“I’m not that hungry, and I won’t have time to finish it,” you mumble. You won’t admit that you’re craving her pasta, and you know your salad just won’t do the trick. “I have recess duty in-” you glance at your watch. “Seven minutes.”

You see the gears turning in the second grade teacher’s head. “Gimme a minute.” She stands from her place and heads out the door. You all hear the way her boots hit the tile as she makes her way down the hall.

You fiddle with your thumbs, just trying to pass the last few minutes of your lunch, when you feel like you’re being stared at. You look up. You are being stared at. 

“What?” You ask, suddenly self-conscious of your appearance. You glance at Barb who has a knowing smile but again chooses to stay silent.

“You know Melissa is about to get you out of recess duty, right?” Janine asks.

Your brows knit in confusion, but before you can say anything, the woman in question struts in proudly.

“I got someone to cover your duty. Now eat,” she says pointedly as she heads for the coffee machine.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say shyly. “But thank you.”

“You’ve never done that for me before,” Jacob pouts, clearly a little jealous of this strange soft spot Melissa has developed for you.

“Me either,” Janine pipes up. “Even after-”

“Or me,” Gregory speaks from next to Janine.

“Well, youse usually eat your lunch. We can’t have newbie going down like Janine did that day we had the power go out,” Melissa laughs it off. She looks in your direction again. “Dammit, Y/N. Eat your lunch, or I’ll have to make a ziti for naught.”

Sheepishly, you open your lunch and begin to eat slowly. “Thanks,” you say quietly as you cover your full mouth with your hand.

“Eh, don’t mention it.” She smiles proudly as she fixes two cups of coffee. She sets one down in front of you.

When you look at her curiously, she rolls her eyes. “Y’look like you need it. ‘N apparently, I know how you like it.” She winks at you jokingly.

You nearly choke on your lunch at her dirty innuendo.

“Finish up,” she sighs as she pushes her chair back into place. “I gotta go grab my little eagles and pray to God Aiden didn’t try to beat up on Omari again. I don't think I can handle another call home with that one.” 

Slowly, the rest of the crew trickles out of the lunch room to get back to their students, and you’re left in peace to finish your lunch and coffee. You can't help the dorky grin that washes over your face as you head down the hall to pick up your kids and can hear her praising her students’ reading stamina.

The rest of the day is better- it isn’t a total drag. The rest of the week pretty much follows the same routine- Melissa makes you a cup of coffee in the morning even though you walk in with one- it gets thrown out so you can enjoy hers, you make sure your students are all being adequately fed, and you head down for your lunch with the group you’ve suddenly found yourself a part of.

On Thursday, you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing Melissa will be outside at recess and not sitting next to you to make fun of your lunch and the fact that your hair is still perfectly in place.

“Hey,” you greet the group, sans Melissa, as you head for the fridge for your lunch.

“It’s already out,” Barb chuckles and points to your newly designated spot. Glancing over, you see that your salad, a fork, and a freshly made cup of steaming hot coffee are waiting for you.

“Oh,” you blush as you make your way over. “Thanks.”

“Wasn’t me, dear,” the kindergarten teacher says knowingly. She looks around to make sure everyone else is in their own conversation before she’s leaning in and whispering, “It was that redhead that you suddenly have wrapped around your finger.”

Your blush only gets deeper, and you attempt to hide it behind a quick bite of food.

“She said somethin’ about how you’ll ‘make it up to her later’?” Barb questions quietly. “Is there something you two aren’t telling me?”

Your eyes go wide, and you shake your head. “I told her this morning I would help her with her bulletin board after school today, that’s all.”

She gives a low, “Mhmm,” before going back to her own lunch. 

“I’m serious!” You laugh nervously. “I told her I would help her revamp her bulletin board!”

“Alright, sweetheart,” the veteran educator laughs. “I believe you.”

Lunch almost drags by without that loud laugh you love to hear when you accidentally mumble something under your breath and Melissa hears it. 

Come the end of the day, you walk down the hall to go assist Melissa with her decorating. She’s standing there, as if she’s already been waiting for an hour.

“C’mon, kid,” she laughs as you saunter down. “I’m not gettin’ any younger over here.”

You pick up the pace with a chuckle and look over her materials. It definitely has potential, and you can’t deny the projects she’s choosing to showcase from her class are adorable.

She lets you take almost full control over her board, noting how your tongue just barely pokes out of the side of your mouth as you mount the background.

“What?” You nearly let a giggle slip. “I don’t want your background to have any wrinkles!”

“And I appreciate it, hon,” she laughs as she takes you in. “Where’d y’learn to decorate like this?”

You shrug. “I’ve always liked doin’ it, and seeing the kids’ smiles when they see their work on a nice board- it feels good.”

When it’s finished, you take a step back with a grin. Your neat hair is now tied up in one of the messiest buns she’s seen, and your shirt actually has wrinkles in it from the odd positions you had put your body in to ensure that her board was perfect. But in that moment, Melissa realizes, she’s smitten for you. She has no idea why she ever thought she could hate you- she had her eyes on you from the very beginning. 

“I think that looks good enough,” you say humbly, but the dopey smile on your face tells her how proud you are of this.

“It looks perfect, hon,” she lays a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze.

Only then do you turn a deep shade of red.

“You blush a lot,” she notes as she takes the stapler out of your hand and sets it down. She doesn’t make any further moves away from you. You feel your ears starting to burn.

Nervously, you tuck a loose hair behind your ear. She’s close enough that you can really take in those sparkling green eyes of hers, and she’s yet to take her hand off your arm. You hope she can’t feel your heart practically beating out of your chest.

“Don’t worry,” she laughs quietly. “It’s cute.”

You don't quite know how to respond, but you can tell that she’s starting to lean in. Just a little more, and she would be-

“The hell are you two still doin’ here?” Mr. Johnson yells from the other side of the hallway, dragging the mop bucket behind him. Thankfully, you think, he’s too far away to realize the compromising position the two of you are in. “Get outta here so I can lock up!” 

Begrudgingly, you pull away from her close proximity to call out to him, “Sorry, Mr. J! We were just workin’ on the bulletin board outside of Melissa’s room! We’ll be out in a few minutes!”

He huffs loudly enough for you to hear it, and you turn back to the redhead. “I guess that’s our cue to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Or... you could come over for dinner again?”

“You already made me dinner in exchange for the-”

“Not as a transaction, ya goof. As a-” she bites her lip and takes a deep breath. “As a date.”

“R-really?” You ask shyly.

“Yeah, hon. As a date.”

“I- I’d like that.” You grin. “I’ve been craving your pasta since last Sunday when I ran out.”

“Then that’s what I’ll make. Hell, I might even let you attempt to make it with me,” she teases you.

“I’ll grab the wine and be over,” you grin.

As you leave, you feel Melissa’s hand on your back to guide you out. Neither of you have a clue that Mr. Johnson is watching with a small smile on his face. He knew exactly what was going down. Those halls told many stories, and somehow, Mr. Johnson was always a part of those stories- even if no one knew it. 

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#abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti fanfic

[lunamadhatter99]

No complain

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

This is the first stranger things request I ever got so.. I hope you guys like it🤞😂

If you want to request a story, go headed.

Requested: Can you do billy Hargrove/innocent reader.

By @Rissy1012

No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.

Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.

This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.

That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.

Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.

"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.

We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare. 

"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.

"It's boring"

"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.

"It is"

"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.

"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.

"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.

"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.

I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.

"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.

I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.

"Billy..." I warn.

"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.

"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.

"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.

I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..

"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.

I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.

"Fine" he finally says.

We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.

He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it. 

"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.

"Told you, each correct answer"

"Then ask me" he says.

"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.

"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised

"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing. 

"I... you tricked me"

"I helped you study" I correct him.

"You little minx" he says.

"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.

A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.

Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.

"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.

"An amazing job" he says proudly.

"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.

"Okay... yeah... oh.."

"Well?" He asks expecting.

"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"

"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"

"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.

He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.

"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.

To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.

"Wherever" I assure him.

Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately. 

"One" he says after pulling away.

He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.

"Two"

He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.

"Can.. I?" He asks.

I nod.

"Really?" He asks, incredulously.

"Yes" I laugh.

He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.

He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.

"Three"

He moves to kiss my right boob.

"Four"

The left boob.

"Five"

He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.

He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.

I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.

He does just that and remove my jeans.

"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.

He kisses just above my panties.

"Six" he smirks.

"Fuck me" I suddenly say.

He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.

"What?" He asks.

I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.

"Fuck me..?" I half question.

"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.

"Mhmm" I nod.

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to"

"You really want to?" He asks again.

"Yes, Billy"

"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.

"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.

He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.

"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"

I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.

"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately. 

I quickly get dress.

He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.

"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.

My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.

Not that I'm complaining.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #dacre montgomery

[harrywavycurly]

“Sorry all of a sudden i can’t read” i died 🤣 i need more of them! It’s gotta be so awkward between them at first☠️

Hiii babes!! I just imagine Eddie thinking he can’t be reading that right…no way in hell someone he hooked up with once is pregnant…😂 I am so glad you liked it and want more of them! So here is a little conversation when he went to pick her up for dinner, enjoy!💖

-look here for the original post✨

*Eddie doesn’t know what to say and you don’t remember his van looking like…that*

“Has your van always looked so…well…like this?” “Like what? Gorgeous? A full metal work of art?” “Like shit.” “Damn that’s harsh for someone who was in the back of this very van not even a month ago.” “It looked different then…I swear it didn’t look like this.” “Well yeah in the dim parking lot of a bar after too many shots she does look more on the dreamy side…I’ll give you that.” “Are those my pa-” “uh yeah they are and before you go thinking I’m a freak or something I honestly didn’t realize they were back there still until yesterday and I just…there’s nothing I can say to make this less weird is there?” “Nope…not a damn thing.” “Okay I’ll stop trying then.” “So…uhm…how was your day?” “Oh you know it was good just found out I’m possibly going to be a dad so yeah I’d say just a typical Monday in the Munson house.” “How many babies do you have?” “What?” “If that’s typical then how many other…baby mommas do you…have?” “It’s called sarcasm sweetheart good lord…you are actually the first…uhm mother of…my unborn child.” “Oh I was hoping you’d have at least one other one so you’d be able to kinda walk me through what’s going to happen if we…keep it or whatever.” “Sorry we are both going into this blind….you really thought I had other baby mommas?” “I mean yeah…you’re handsome and you swooped in and knocked me off my feet at the bar so I figured you did that on the regular…resulting in…a few babies.” “Jesus…”

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[tetsunabouquet]

Hello! Would you like to write something where the kuroko no basket boys (aomine, midorima and Wakamatsu and Imayoshi) are caught on a date with they’re girlfriend and they see there friend act so sweet and gentel with her.I hope that you would like something like this.

You can chose the characters ofc if you dont like then or feel like someone else! Have a good day 🧍🏻‍♀️

Date Night Interupted

A/N: Hereby, a drabble dedicated to each of the 4 boys requested. I hope you all like it! I haven't covered Imayoshi and Wakamatsu in a headcanon or story yet, so its my first attempt at writing their characters.

Midorima

Midorima watched you as you tried hard not to laugh too loudly after he had whispered in your ear; "It's surprising how alluring you can be covered in ketchp." You couldn't with this guy. Who knew the person screaming about being a Cancer, is indeed a cancer and not a tsundere? Once you cracked his crabby shell, he was all mushy and adorable towards you when the two of you spent time together. He was far from a tsundere-like boyfriend, and could be incredibly cheesy from time to time. He kept this side of himself a secret, except to you and his family. Sometimes, you just melted at how cute he could be, or that fuzzy feeling he gave you. You smiled broadly at his sweet smile, eating at the park nearby the Maji Burger; the two of you had taken your order with you to have a picnic in the park. As you fed him a fry, you couldn't help but notice a shadow suddenly looming over you. The two of you looked up, you couldn't help but have your stomach sink. Takao. Takao was crashing your date. You hadn't met him yet as you didn't wanted Midorima to end up getting teased for his romantic side but you had watched their matches plenty of times and could recognize him clearly. "Eeeeh, you're on a date, Shin-Chan?" Takao asked, looking at you as your boyfriend's face flushed. "You're L/n F/n, right?" He asked you kindly, and you were surprised at how gentle the demeanor of the usual upbeat, energetic looking guy was. "Yeah," you replied, a bit embarrassed. "I hope Shin-Chan told you how nice you look. I'll leave you two lovebirds for today, okay?" He said, backing away slowly. You were even more surprised at how respectful he was currently acting. 'Perhaps going public with Shintaro isn't going to be as embarrassing as I thought it would go for us.' You smiled back a bit nervously, and was met with an encouraging smile of your boyfriend's BFF. Yeah, not that embarrassing. "See you on monday, Shin-Chan, F/n-san!" Your smile widened, and your boyfriend let out a small sigh of relief at Takao's retreating form. "Thank god he is gone already, nanodayo." You giggled and leaned against him, and Midorima pulled you close. Not minding if your ketchup stain was now ruining his shirt too. "Well that went well, didn't it?" "At least it wasn't Kise." Midorima mubled before kissing you on the forehead and you giggled once more, completely warm with the fuzzy feeling Midorima gave you.

Imayoshi

"Sometimes, it almost gets annoying how you read others so well." You sighed. Often, words weren't needed when you were dating Imayoshi. It felt great to have such a connection, but it irked you from time to time that you couldn't talk about something simple without Imayoshi immediately knowing. "I know, but the fire twinkling in those eyes is too beautiful to apologize for." He teased, kissing you softly. This was also typically Imayoshi, the guy who knows exactly what to say and do, to make your frustration melt like the sun. Because he doesn't simply reads people and does what annoys them, he can also use it to do exactly what you need. It's why he was such a great captain. "I'm sorry for interrupting something interesting." You nearly fell backwards, if it wasn't for Imayoshi's hold on your waist. You looked up to see Yoshinori Susa, Imayoshi's closest friend on the team, "oh sorry, I hadn't meant to scare you, l/n-san." "It's okay." You replied kindly. "I do hope you have a meaning for this." Imayoshi stated, looking composed but you knew he was slightly irritated at the interruption. "I really am sorry. It's just I got my college applecation letter back, and I just wanted to tell you I got accepted." Imayoshi's mood melted and he smiled at his friend's good news, whilst you beamed at Susa. "That's great! I'm happy for you." He smiled softly and thanked you. "That's indeed good news. Are you planning to join the basketballteam?" "Yeah, Kotegawa already mentioned my name to the coach." He said, and you vaguely remembered him as a senpai who had been a part of the To-Oh basketballteam the year before. "I cannot wait to play against you." Imayoshi stated, and Susa's smile widened. "I can't either, but I'll see you at school. I think there's a lady who deserves your attention more then I do." Susa left with a kind smile, and you politely waved after his figure. Imayoshi tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'm glad we both got accepted in the same college." "Me too," you breathed. You, as well, certainly couldn't wait for college.

Aomine

Your boyfriend had his arm slung around your shoulders whilst the two of you were walking down the street. The well-lit shops all colourful and bright, tempting customers to take a look inside. Music and the buzz of people making it even livelier. The two of you were going shopping and dinner later. Aomine decided it the moment you talked about needing to buy a new dress for your aunt's 50th birthday party, to apologize for your previous getting getting cancelled; he had been injured at a basketball game and had needed to rest. You liked how Aomine never forgot about you, but to him, you were just as important as basketball. As you stepped into your favourite store, it didn't take long to see a familiar pink haired girl, hanging onto the arm of another blue haired male. Momoi and Kuroko, on a date just like the two of you. You giggled as she spotted you, pulling Kuroko alongside her. "Hey, Dai-Chan, f/n-chan!" She chirped, as Kuroko besides her gave off a warm, serene vibe. "Yo Satsuki, Tetsu," came Aomine's greeting. "Hello Satsuki-san. It's nice to officially meet you, Kuroko." "Likewise," came his reply, giving you a small smile. "You here on a date too?" Momoi asked. You nodded and Aomine smiled at you. "Sheesh, I cannot believe you didn't told me." Momoi sighed. "I didn't knew I was obligated to share every bit of my love life with you." That made Momoi pout. "Satsuki, I think Aomine wants to have some privacy during his date." Kuroko kindly supplied, and your boyfriend shot him a grateful look. "Alright, but f/n-chan, do spill everything later." Momoi suggested with a wink and you chuckled. "Sure." You supplied, to which it was your boyfriend's turn to sigh. You giggled as you burried your face into his chest, and slowly, Kuroko pulled Momoi away, trying to talk to her about a shirt he saw that would look very cute on her. "He's a nice one, huh? Good for her." You said, smiling at the couple. "Yeah, Tetsu's apparantly quite the keeper." Aomine stated, before guiding you to the section of formal wear and evening attire. "You are too, you know that right?" You asked him sweetly, and Aomine grinned. "Obviously, I do babe."

Wakamatsu (He doesn't has any canon friends, so I decided to do this instead).

You and Wakamatsu had just taken your assigned seats at the cinema. It featured your favourite actor, so Wakamatsu decided to buy you two tickets and surprise you with them after his game the other day. You had been overjoyed, and you were giddy with excitement as you sat next to your tall boyfriend. After already impatiently stealing a hand of popcorn from the large bucket the two of you had bought for yourselves, your boyfriend next to you froze. As you peered over his tall stature, you could see Aomine sitting down next to him. "Eh?!" Wakamatsu grumbled. "Relax captain, I'm just sitting at my assigned seat. Don't mind me, enjoy your date." He said, surprisingly politer then usual. "I didn't saw you as the type to enjoy these movies." Wakamatsu stated, the dislike still filling his voice. "Mai's in it." Aomine declared. Wakamatsu huffed, but didn't say anything. Thank god the trailers started. As the movie began, you and Aomine were quick to start acting like fans, and Wakamatsu just looked at your enthusiastic face with a smile. The movie went on, and you grew more engrossed in the story, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes hadn't left you for a single second. And, as the character portrayed by your favorite actor was shot and died at the climax, he wrapped his arm around you as you cried. His hand comfortably rubbed your upper arm, soothing you. You leaned against him as the movie finished, taking in the scent of popcorn and his cologne. Aomine stood up, waving towards the two of you, not having directed a word against the two of you before the trailers started. "I hope your date ends well, good luck." He said, in an encouraging, friendly manner before walking away. Wakamatsu stared at him dumbfounded and you giggled at the expression. "He's still a pervert though. Stay away from him." Wakamatsu muttered, to which you replied with throwing a handful of popcorn at him. "I'll do whatever I want to do. Be civil, my love." You asked as you gave him your big puppy eyes. Wakamatsu groaned. "Fine, but for you baby." "That's more like it!" You said, before you pecked him on the lips. "You're so lucky that you're so cute." Wakamatsu teased as he fed you a piece of popcorn. You winked in return, before the two of you went to his father's car that he was allowed to borrow, taking the remains of the popcorn with you to consumne during the trip. The date ended well indeed.

#knb #knb x reader #wakamatsu kosuke #imayoshi x reader #imayoshi shouichi #wakamatsu x reader #midorima #midorima shintaro x reader #aomine #aomine x reader #momoi #kuroko #kuroko's basketball #takao #susa yoshinori #date #date crashing #friends

[fan-fantasies]

Keep It

A/N: no I’m not okay 😭😭😭

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

Part two to Stolen Goods!

Monday rolled around quicker than you expected. You were excited and nervous for what might happen.

You put on your shortest skirt that you absolutely hated along with Eddie’s hellfire shirt and a jacket over it. You put a little more effort into your makeup than usual but left your hair as you normally would. You did apply extra makeup around your neck to cover up Eddie’s hickies.

You pulled up in front of Bri’s house and as soon as she got into your car she sighed.

“If I ask what you’re up to am I gonna be considered an accessory to any type of crime?” She asked. “You know what, don’t even answer. Plausible deniability.”

“You wouldn’t help me hide a body if I needed you to?” You asked, pretending to be offended.

“You know the answer to that question. You were at my house the whole time and we ordered a pizza after visiting the comic book store,” she said, repeating the story you guys came up with if you ever needed to get out of something.

“See? No need to worry about what I’m up to then,” you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” she mumbled.

You parted ways once you got your books from your shared locker. It was way easier to share one considering yours was surrounded by idiots all the time.

You had some time before your first class so you headed over to the lockers on the other side of the school. You poked your head around the corner and saw exactly the person you were looking for.

Eddie stood by his locker, rummaging through his bag. You held your head high as you stalked toward him, finally catching his attention when he looked up.

His jaw clenched when he took in your outfit and he immediately straightened up, waiting for you to approach him. When you got closer his heart started to race.

“Hey Mark!”

“He-“ Eddie started but immediately shut his mouth. “Mark?”

Mark, the senior whose locker was next to Eddie’s, turned to you in surprise.

“Hey, (y/n)! What’s up?” He asked, drinking in your figure. Mark was on the basketball team but he was the least douchiest of them all and you had always been friendly with him.

“I need some help with the chemistry assignment and I was hoping we could meet up later?” You played with the hem of Eddie’s shirt and looked at him with doe eyes. You could see Eddie watching you while pretending to read some random paper he found shoved in his locker.

“Yeah, totally. We could meet in the library after school? No one’s ever there at that time,” he suggested with a smile.

“That sounds perfect,” you purred. Part of you wanted to gag at how you were acting but you hoped it would be worth it.

“Sweet, see you later, (y/n).” Mark shut his locker and walked off to class.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but you just turned on your heel and walked away. He easily caught up with you and grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Oh hey, Eddie,” you beamed at him.

“Oh hey, Eddie,” he mocked you in a squeaky voice. “You’re such a brat.”

“Yes and?” You giggled.

“I want my shirt back,” he said.

“I think it looks better on me, don’t you?” You asked. “Mark certainly did.”

Eddie took a breath to compose himself and closed his eyes.

“Listen- all you have to do is give me the shirt, and I’m gladly finish what I started on Saturday night,” he whispered. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he said that but you had to stay strong.

“I was more than capable of finishing what you started, thank you very much. And it was probably better than anything you could’ve done anyway,” you snapped.

“Really? Because you were a whimpering, wriggling mess just because I had my fingers inside you. Imagine what I could do with my cock, princess,” he said. You breathing quickened and you had to hold back a whine.

“I-I have to go,” you mumbled before rushing off to the bathroom.

You dabbed some cool water on your forehead and looked in the mirror.

“Get it together! You got this.”

You weren’t expecting to see Eddie again until lunch but he made it a point to run into you after French class. You had just left the room when you saw Eddie and Kelsey across the hall, chit chatting real close to one another.

Kelsey wasn’t exactly an arch nemesis but she wasn’t your friend either. She was at one point but that all ended when you found out she was talking shit behind your back. You promptly cut her out of your life and once she realized she couldn’t worm her way back she started to spread rumors.

Eddie knew that you guys weren’t friends, having heard Bri talk about it at the meetings once or twice before. She was a mutual friend; you met Kelsey through Bri, but after trying to ruin your reputation, Bri cut her off as well.

He had her twirling her hair and batting her eyes up at him, laughing at whatever he was saying. You knew she wouldn’t go for a guy like Eddie but she liked to toy with people and he would have to find that out the hard way. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she smirked.

You watched as she reached up and played with one of the pins on his vest, her hand traveling down his torso. Eddie bit his lip which only encouraged her more.

You felt like you were going to throw up so you let your eyes fall to the floor as you rushed past them.

Mission accomplished, Eddie thought.

Eddie picked her because he knew it would piss you off the most. What he didn’t expect was to see the hurt expression on your face when you turned to look at them one more time before turning the corner. Maybe whatever little game you guys were playing was going too far.

You found Bri at your locker and she immediately knew something was wrong. She pulled you into a hug and let you calm down before releasing you.

“What happened?”

“Kelsey…and Eddie,” you whispered.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel. You know Kelsey just wants to get under your skin- so don’t let her. You’re better than this,” she said. Your eyes lit up like a lightbulb went off in your head. “What did I say?”

“I am better than this. I’m better at this than him! I’m not gonna let him win,” you said, mostly to yourself.

“That’s not what I said,” Bri told you. You grabbed your bag and hurried off down the hall. “That’s definitely not what I said! Oh Jesus Christ, what have I done?”

When the bell rang for lunch, you hurried into the bathroom before going into the cafeteria. Eddie was already seated at the his table with his friends when you walked in.

You marched over to him and Bri could tell by the look on your face that nothing good was going to happen. She braced herself to hear you yell or maybe throw something at Eddie, but nothing of that sort happened. She simply watched you slip something into his hand under the table before talking off without saying a word.

Eddie looked down at the lace fabric of your panties you had handed him before watching you walk off. He thought maybe you were teasing him- letting him know you had nothing under that sinfully short skirt, but that was only the half of it.

You walked over to the table where the basketball players sat and started talking with Mark. Eddie nearly choked on his food when he saw you take a seat in Mark’s lap. The table was full and Mark didn’t mind, but only you and Eddie knew that only a tiny bit of fabric separated you from him. That if he moved the hand that rested on your thigh just a few inches higher he’d be in for a real sweet surprise. Man, did Eddie want to chop his hand off.

The more you laughed with Mark and his friends, the more you bounced and moved on his lap. Eddie could see how much Mark was enjoying himself and it only made him more angry.

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity for Eddie, you finally excused yourself from the table. Mark’s friends high-fived him once you were out of sight and it made Eddie want to punch them all in the face.

He got up from his seat abruptly and chased after you. He saw you by your locker and stalked toward you. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty room despite your protests.

“Are you done?” He snapped.

“Done with what? You? Oh yeah, I’m fucking done,” you growled.

“More like done with this fucked up little game we’re playing,” he said.

“You seemed like a willing participant this morning.” You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to sound more angry than hurt.

“I went too far and I’m sorry. Bri already told me off for it.” You smiled at the thought of your best friend yelling at Eddie.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he admitted.

“So what did you want exactly?” You questioned.

“You. Just you.”

You mulled his words over for a minute before taking a step toward him.

“Do you really want me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he sucked in a breath when your hand grabbed at his belt buckle. He didn’t touch you, not yet. He didn’t want to be presumptuous.

You slowly undid his belt, not breaking eye contact.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you said before lowering his zipper.

“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

His hand flew up and pulled you flush with his body and into a kiss. Your hands worked quickly, freeing his cock from its confines. You slowly stroked his length, making him moan into the kiss. You kissed down his jaw and started to bite at his neck- a little payback for your own.

“Fuck, please do something,” he gasped.

You sunk down onto your knees and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. You slowly took him between your lips, teasing him with your tongue. His hips bucked, pushing him further into your mouth.

You surprised him by taking the rest of his cock down your throat, causing him to moan loudly. You pulled back and looked up at him through your lashes. He reached for your head, waiting for permission. When you didn’t stop him, he grabbed your head and pulled you back onto his cock.

He started to thrust slowly, picking up the pace as his pleasure built. He thrust a little too hard at one point making you gag. He looked down to apologize but you didn’t stop. You continued to suck his cock, lips wrapped tightly around him.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum- gonna cum so fucking hard. You wanna taste me, pretty girl?” He moaned. You just sucked harder, swirling your tongue around him as a response. He groaned loudly, swearing like it was a prayer, as he came in your mouth. You made it a point to swallow when his cock was still down your throat, making him shudder. You pulled back and Eddie pulled you up onto your feet and kissed you.

“That felt amazing, but I bet your pussy is gonna feel even better.” He tried to slide his hand up your skirt but you grabbed him.

“Yeah, but you’re never gonna get to experience it,” you said. “Oh, almost forgot-“

You took off your jacket and slipped off the hellfire shirt. Eddie was frozen in his spot at the sight of your bra. You threw the shirt at him before putting your jacket back on and zipping it all the way up. You walked toward the door without another word.

“Hey, what the fuck?” He asked, grabbing your hand.

“What the fu- really? We’re done. We’re even, more than even actually,” you said.

“We’re done? You suck the life outta me and then say we’re done?”

“Pretty much. Bye, Eddie!” You were halfway out the door when you turned around. “I told you I didn’t spit. I’m sure Kelsey does though.”

You slammed the door shut behind you as the pieces started to come together for Eddie.

You wanted to show him what he couldn’t have because he fucked up. There’s only one person he knew who would possibly be able to help him fix this.

-

“Did we not have this same conversation like an hour ago, you absolute fucking moron?” Bri asked. “I told you to just talk to her.”

“Yeah well I tried…kinda. The point is she still hates me,” he sighed.

“Rightfully so, I might add. I’m not talking to her for you, if that’s what you’re asking. Because this is your fuck up so you put on your big boy panties and talk to her again,” she told him.

“I guess you’re right,” he mumbled.

“When am I not?” Bri chuckled. “Oh hey, when did you get your shirt back? Wasn’t she wearing it?”

“Huh? Yeah she threw it at me before storming out of the room.”

“What room? And she left topless? I’m so confused!”

“It’s better if you don’t ask for the details,” Eddie said.

“Trust me, I don’t want them,” Bri shuddered at the thought. “Just try to talk to her again. The hurt is still fresh in her mind so maybe give her a couple days to calm down.”

“Yeah…I’ll let her cool off I guess.”

Bri patted Eddie on the arm before heading to her next class. Eddie, on the other hand, decided to skip his last class and go sit at his secret spot in the woods. He let his head fall into his hands but instantly regretted it when he noticed the scent of your favorite perfume lingering on the hellfire shirt he threw on.

He laid down on the uncomfortable bench and stared up at the sky. He felt like he had just been through a really bad breakup yet you guys weren’t even together. You guys were just playing a little game so it seemed, but somewhere along the way it developed into something more. Eddie didn’t want to lose something that he never had the chance to really have in the first place.

His hand touched the soft lace of your panties in his pocket and he sighed.

“Wait a few days my ass,” he mumbled to himself before getting up and heading back toward the school.

He had been out there longer than he anticipated, being greeted with an almost empty parking lot. He did notice your car, however, and Mark’s fancy truck that his parents just bought him. It made his blood boil at the thought of the two of you in the library together- with just your jacket over your bra and no panties under your skirt.

Against his better judgement, he headed toward the library. He burst through the door, earning a glare from the librarian. He checked the back tables first and then the back room that was used for private projects sometimes. The two of you weren’t there and his heart dropped.

He ran out of the library and through the halls, trying to think where you may be. He checked your locker, the band room, the theater hall, anywhere he could think of that you might be.

He ran past the gym but came to a halt when he heard a noise coming from inside. He looked in the window and saw you and Mark on the court. Mark had his hands on your hips, his back pressed against yours. You had the hall in your hands and it looked like he was squaring your body so you could shoot. He watched you toss it into the hoop, sinking it perfectly. You threw your arms around Mark’s neck and hugged him in excitement.

Eddie stormed out of the school and straight to his van. As much as he wanted to march into the gym and tear you from Mark’s arms, he knew he couldn’t just do that. You weren’t and maybe you never would be. But it didn’t stop him from being mad about it.

And boy was he livid. For two days after that, he watched you and Mark become friendlier with each other. With each interaction Eddie witnessed, the closer he became to snapping. He considered not going to school, but he really wanted to graduate so he knew that wasn’t an option.

You and Mark were just friends; he made that very clear when he confided in you that he had a thing for Jason. He was ashamed but you assured him that you wouldn’t tell anyone and if it helped, you two could still hang out to keep the team off his back about getting a girl.

So friends it was- but Eddie didn’t need to know that. You took joy in the glares and scowls coming from the metalhead. Bri told that Kelsey had tried to get with Eddie but he turned her down and even told her to stop trying to talk to him. It made you consider talking to him but you decided against it. Bri said you should stop torturing the poor guy but you didn’t listen. You never did.

Thursday night was Hellfire Club, which Bri invited you to but you told her you were going to the basketball game instead. You wanted to cheer on Mark and maybe try to enjoy sports for once in your life. Eh, who were you kidding? Sports would never be your thing, but still you went.

Mark lent you an extra jersey to wear so you threw it on over a tank top and headed to the game. Eddie had no idea you were even at the school that night while he was putting on his best effort for DnD. The whole group could tell he wasn’t really himself but no one pushed him about it. The group missed you as well, but no one dared ask what was happening.

Eddie wrapped up the session a little earlier than normal and it just so happened to be when the game was ending as well. He groaned as he saw the sea of students flood into the parking lot, cheering on their champions.

He had to do a double-take when he saw you heading to your car with Mark. His number was proudly displayed on your back, right above where his hand was laying as he led you through the crowd.

The rest of the club followed Eddie’s angry gaze. Dustin and Mike just looked at each other nervously, waiting to see what Eddie would do. They all knew he had feelings for you, even before he came to realize it himself.

“Hey guys, let’s go,” Gareth whispered as they snuck off while Eddie just stood there, going over his options in his head.

He could leave, pretend like he saw nothing, felt nothing. Or- his preferred option- He could rip that jersey off of you and steal you away from the meathead jock.

Deciding on the latter, he pushed through excited students until he reached your car.

“So I’ll see you at the party?” He heard Mark ask.

“No, you won’t,” Eddie answered for you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Hey, what the fuck!” You yelled.

“What the fuck- really?” He mocked you, repeating what you had said to him days prior.

You looked back at Mark who was just smirking. He mouthed ‘good luck’ to you before heading back to his friends. You filled him in on the Eddie situation and he told you to stop getting in your own way and talk to him. You didn’t listen to him of course- something he and Bri could lament about later on.

He opened the back door to his fan and told you to get in. You folded your arms and stood there.

“I am not getting in your smelly van,” you said.

“Sme- it’s not smelly! Just get in!” He said.

“No.”

“Get in.”

“Make me.”

“I swear to fucking god,” he mumbled before wrapping you in his arms and heaving you into the van. You landed in the back with a thud as he shut the door behind the two of you.

“What a gentleman,” you scoffed.

“My apologies, your highness. I’m sorry it’s not a fancy new truck mommy and daddy bought me,” he snapped.

“If you’re just gonna be an asshole I’m leaving.” You headed for the door but he stopped you.

“I’m sorry if I offended your little boyfriend,” he laughed sarcastically.

“He’s just my friend; why would you care anyway?”

“I highly doubt that,” he said, completely avoiding your question.

“He is!”

“So he hasn’t touched you?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” He crawled toward you, looking like he was ready to pounce on his prey.

“I asked…did. he. touch. you?” He was only inches away from you now and you had to admit that you were started to get turned on. He looked way too hot in the low lights of the van, anger in his eyes.

“What if he did?” You whispered.

“Then I’ll rip his fucking head off.”

He lunged toward you and your mouths collided in a heated kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately he won. His hand ghosted over your throat and the sensation from his rings brushing your skin made you shiver.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, his hands hovering over your breasts.

“No, don’t stop,” you whined. His hands freely roamed your body as you continued to make-out. His fingers brushed under your top and you pulled back so he could take it off.

He pulled off the jersey and tank top in one go. You expected him to pick back up where he left off but he took the jersey and tossed it quickly out the door instead.

“Eddie!”

“You’re not his anymore,” he said, attacking your neck with kisses.

“I never was,” you moaned.

“Yeah? Whose were you?” He asked. When you didn’t answer, he bit down a little too hard.

“Yours! Fuck, always yours!”

“That’s right, baby. Good girl,” he said. He threw his own shirt somewhere in the van and slid his jeans off. He yanked your own pants off rather roughly, leaving you in just a bra and panties.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you said.

“I already have one,” he smirked. He quickly pulled the folded up picture from his wallet and showed you. You tried to snatch it from his hand but he was quicker. “Uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. No take backs.”

“You’re such an ass,” you sighed. He slid his hand into your underwear and you immediately jumped at the contact.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I-I said- you’re such an- oh, shit!” He plunged a finger into you and smirked as he watched you squirm, aching for more.

“Did he touch what didn’t belong to him?” He asked, adding another finger and slowly pumping them in and out of you.

“No!” He started to move them faster.

“Were you trying to make me jealous?” His fingers slowed.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” His fingers moved moved faster again and you were writhing beneath him, already close to cumming.

“I know you won’t, baby. Because then I’d have to punish you again.” He slipped his fingers completely out of you and you almost wanted to cry. Not this shit again.

He seemed to notice the near panic on your face so he kissed you and pulled your underwear down your legs.

“You’re gonna cum, sweetheart. You’re just gonna cum on my cock this time.”

He finally slid off his boxers and let his cock slap against his stomach. Your stomach flipped in excitement.

He flipped you on your stomach and pulled your hips up to meet his. He ran his cock through your folds a few times before sliding it into your slowly until he was fully in.

“Please, move, Eddie,” you begged.

“Patience, baby. I wanna remember what you feel like wrapped around my cock. God, you feel so good,” he grunted.

He pulled out before snapping his hips back into yours. He started to fuck you relentlessly. You tried your best to keep yourself quiet by biting your fist but he pulled your head back by your hair.

“No, let them hear you. Let them know who this pussy belongs to,” he said. You let his name mixed with curses fall freely from your mouth. “Let them hear how well the freak fucks you.”

“Fuck, I’m close!”

“I know, pretty girl, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum. Can I? Can I cum inside you?” He sounded so desperate it only encouraged your orgasm to creep closer.

“Please,” you cried before your orgasm crashed over you. Tears streamed down your face as he fucked your sensitive pussy through your high. His thrusts shortened and soon he was spilling deep inside of you with a loud groan.

“Shit, that was-“

“Amazing,” you finished with a laugh. He pulled out of you and you winced. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs but he was quick to clean you off with something.

You sat back against one of the front seats and he sat next to you. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“I thought you said I’d never get to experience how good your pussy feels,” he asked with a smug smirk. “What happened?”

“I changed my mind,” you shrugged.

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“You avoid too many questions.”

“Eddie!”

“(Y/N)!”

“I love you!”

You both froze at your admission.

“You…love me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean…I guess,” you mumbled.

“You guess or you know?”

“Again, with the questions!”

“I love you too, butthead!” He shouted a little too loud. Your eyes widened before you both burst into laughter.

“Jesus, we’re shit at this,” you said between the laughter.

“Right? So if you love me, why did you hang out with Mark so much?” He asked. You could tell it was coming from a place of insecurity so you laced your fingers with his.

“Trust me when I say there is not and has never been anything other than friendship between Mark and I. He’s not interested in me, I swear. And you’re the only person I have eyes for.” You gave his hand a squeeze and he smiled.

“I find it hard to believe he doesn’t have a thing for you. I’ve seen how he acts with his friends after you leave,” he scoffed.

“It’s just for show. It’s not really my place to say anything,” you told him. He nodded slowly, acting as though he understood. Eddie would never say anything, of course. He wasn’t an asshole like that.

“Well as long as no one tries to steal my girl away, we’re good,” he chuckled.

“Your girl, huh?” You asked.

“I certainly hope so,” he smiled.

“Alright, Munson. I suppose I could be your girl.”

“You’re such a-“

“Butthead?”

“Exactly!” He laughed. “And about Kelsey-“

“Bri told me you told her off.”

“She did? She’s the best. But I just want to apologize again because I went too far. I didn’t realize it would hurt you so much or else I wouldn’t have done it at all,” he said. You could tell he was sincerely sorry.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry if I teased you too much,” you sighed.

“I kinda like it,” he whispered before kissing your cheek.

“I suppose we should get dressed and get out of here before security checks up on us,” you said. You searched for your tank top and saw that it was what Eddie had used to clean you off. You held it up with an annoyed look. “Really?”

“Uh sorry?” He said. He handed you his hellfire shirt.

“But this is yours?”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” he winked. You slipped it on and went searching for the rest of your clothes. You found your pants but your panties were missing. That’s when you noticed them sticking out of Eddie’s pants pocket.

“Give me back my underwear.”

“Nah, I think I might start a collection,” he said with a smirk. You just rolled your eyes and slipped on your jeans anyway.

You hopped out of his van and your knees buckled. Eddie was quick to catch you though and he had a huge smile on his face.

“Shut up,” you mumbled. You picked up Mark’s jersey and brushed it off.

Eddie walked you to your car in just his vest. You had to admit he looked kinda sexy like that.

“So um, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked.

“Or you could follow me to my place and spend the night?”

“I don’t think your parents would like that very much,” he chuckled.

“My parents aren’t home,” you said before pulling him in for a kiss. You hopped in your car and looked at him expectantly.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelled as he ran back to his van. You saw him pump his fist in the air and you shook your head. You were in for a long night.

Eddie offered to bring you to school the next morning since Bri said she found another ride. When you arrived together, you saw the hellfire guys hanging out in the parking lot. You hopped out of the van and Eddie pulled you close to him.

“They definitely fucked,” Bri said to no one in particular.”

“Ew!”

“Gross!” The younger members gagged.

“Jeff?” Bri said, holding her hand out.

“You don’t know it for sure!”

“Hey guys!” You chirped happily.

“Morning, everybody!” Eddie said with a smile. Jeff slipped a $20 bill into Bri’s waiting hand and sighed. The bell for first period rang and everyone groaned.

“Shall we?” You asked.

“We shall,” Eddie said, pulling you along through the crowd of tired students.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Mark said when he saw you in the hall. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey, here’s your jersey. Thanks for letting me wear it!” You smiled.

“Of course! You must’ve been our lucky charm!” He joked. Eddie’s jaw tensed but relaxed when you snuggled in closer to him.

“Well I should probably get to class. I’m happy for you, by the way. It’s about time,” Mark winked before elbowing you in the arm on his way by. He waved to Eddie and Eddie gave him a nod.

“Thank you for being nice,” you said.

“You’re sure he’s not into you?”

“Positive,” you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, because I love you too much for that to happen,” he sighed happily.

“I love you too.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before parting ways for class.

You could hear some people snickering about the new freak couple, but you knew they would find something new to talk about in the next few days. The large majority of Hawkins high had the attention spans of dead goldfish so you weren’t too worried about it. As long as you had Eddie by your side everything would be fine.

Eddie called for a Hellfire meeting that night since he cut the previous one short. Plus he wanted to initiate the newest member officially. He had to restrain himself from canceling the meeting and defiling you on the game board when he saw you walk in in his shirt. He decided it could wait until after the campaign.

You were perched on his lap as the guys wandered in. Bri was the only one absent which concerned you. She was hardly ever late, especially for club meetings. Ten minutes later she burst through the door with someone right behind her.

“Sorry, guys! We were um running a little late,” she chuckled nervously. “You guys all know Steve.”

“Uh, hi, Steve,” you said, incredibly confused. When did Bri become friends with Steve Harrington?

“Uh, Steve, I think I speak for everyone when I say: what the fuck?” Dustin said.

“Language!” You scolded. He just rolled his eyes.

“I was just dropping Bri off and wanted to say hi. So, um, hi- and I’ll pick you up after. Bye babe,” he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Everyone nearly dropped dead on the floor.

Bri just smiled and sat in her spot at the table. Nobody said anything and just stared at her.

“Are we gonna sit here with our thumbs up our asses all night or are we gonna play?” She finally asked. Everyone looked away and acted like nothing happened.

“What the fuck!” You mouth to her from across the table. She just smiled and shrugged, looking all too pleased with herself.

You hoped Eddie and Steve would get along, because you saw a lot of double dates in your future.

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If I'm There: Chapter Eleven

Read from part one

Summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.....

this story will sometimes contain mature content, minors DNI

warnings: underaged drinking (don't do that!), mentions of alcohol abuse

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“You're going to freak!” Noah says excitedly into the phone and I startle a little at the sudden mood shift. “Oh, what is it?” I ask. “Get this Natty. A band dropped out of the west coast leg of these guys' tour- Jasmine Feuds- and their manager asked us to join them.” what? “It's two weeks, eight shows along the east coast. Isn’t that amazing?” Noah’s voice is filled with a childlike glee, like this is the treasure he's been digging for all his life. “Oh, wow.” I fall back onto my bed, into the pillows.

The scrambling emotions in my head are all over the place, two weeks on the road seems like a lot but I guess I should just try and be supportive. “That sounds amazing Noah but, what about school?”

He lets out an unconcerned laugh “school is whatever, I’ll just make up the work when I get back but I don't really care because this is a huge for Iron Vendetta.” I pause. “Iron Vendetta?” I question.

He laughs again. “Yeah, we had to come up with something fast so they could put it on the flier.” It’s been a long weekend and I don’t quite know how to process this on top of everything else. I guess it’s really not that complicated…my mom just almost died from alcohol poisoning and now my boyfriend is telling me he's leaving for two weeks to go be a rockstar.

“You already said yes?” I finally ask in a small voice. We’ve only been dating for 5½ months but I figured he’d talk to me at least before committing to something like that. Wouldn’t a boyfriend do that? Not that I have anything to compare it to. I'm lost in my own thoughts and didn’t realize Noah had started talking. “-it’ll be insane Natty. Such a great opportunity, Kevin, the manager, said we’ll be playing in front of hundreds of people! Isn't that amazing?!”

The excitement in his voice is palpable but I can’t help but feel a sick heavy dread settling in my stomach. “Yeah, that sounds great Noah. Umm..I should really get started on some of my homework. When will you leave?” I ask. “End of the week..so I’ll need about every single second of your free time until then.” Despite the sadness I feel with the news of him leaving a small smile crosses my face at his words. “I want to get my fill of Natty time before being without you for two whole weeks.” 

After ending the call I work on my homework and prepare for the coming week. Monday comes and goes, Dad takes Mom to the treatment center and we go about seemingly normal. I spend a few nights at Noah's this week since he’s leaving soon but I tell my dad I’m with Maggie to keep him from freaking out. Kyle probably knows but doesn't say anything, which is a surprising change. I do have to push Noah out of bed those mornings so I can make it to school on time, he’s cute in the mornings. Friday morning we’re lazily cuddling and kissing, avoiding my alarm so we can steal more minutes together before he leaves tonight. I have work after school and he comes by on his way out of town. I take my fifteen-minute break making out with him outside of his car.

Nick was sitting in the passenger seat trying to busy himself with anything else. “I'm going to miss you so much Natty.” Noah says in between kisses. “I’m going to miss you too,” I respond hugging him close to me and resting my head against his chest as his arms pull tighter around me holding me closer. “I hope y'all have a good time, and I want to hear all about it when you get back.” My break is almost over so I’m leaning into his open window, “Good luck, and text me when you get to the first city okay?” I ask him and Nick. “yes ma’am” Nick responds playfully. As they drive away and I head back into work I try to shake off the feeling of loss. He’s coming back. Two weeks will go by fast. 

The first few days of the tour go well, I hear from Noah and Nick sporadically, with short texts and five-second phone calls before bed. On Thursday night I’m studying for a test after school and my phone lights up with his contact photo. It's him drinking a coffee I made him at work.

I answer excitedly “Hey Noah! I’m so glad you called! I’ve missed you so much!” There's loud music in the background “One sec-hicup-ond Natty, imtryna get outside,” Noah slurs and my heart falls. I haven't heard from him in a couple days and he's calling me drunk. What the hell. I can hear shuffling on the line and the music is slowly fading. “Okay babyy, I’m finally outside. I miss you, i cantwait to see you-hic- next Friday.” I hear the crunching of leaves under his heavy footsteps. “God, I miss how good you smell.” He huffs out as the footsteps stop and I’m guessing he finds a seat. “Noah? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” I ask. He laughs and hiccups like a child that's been caught with a cookie after bedtime. “Imnoth at drunk Nattty. Just had some driniks after teh show.”

His words all blend togher and It sends me back to conversations with my own mother. When I would ask her for help with my homework and she would slump over the table, her wine breath wafting over and infecting the air I was breathing. “Um Noah, maybe we should talk tomorrow when you're feeling more like yourself,” I say to him swallowing the pain in my throat. “Noo baby, plea-burp-se I need to hear your voice, I miss you so-hup-much.” My Mom used to drink and cry to my brother and I about how much she missed our Dad. “I’m sorry Noah, I can’t talk to you right now.” The freshness of my Mom's overdose still weighs heavy on me. “I love you so much Natty, you know that? You’re the prettiest girl ever.” I hear him yawn and hope Nick is somewhere close and sober. “Okay, I love you too, call me tomorrow okay?” He sighs and takes a deep breath “okay baby, I will callyou tomoro.” I click the end-call button and send a quick text to Nick. 

Natalie: are you with Noah? He just called me very drunk :/… 10:34pm

Nick: Yeah, sorry Nat. He had one to many after the show. I got him. 10:50pm

The next morning Noah doesn't call and I try not to think about it but I definitely feel frustration starting to build. Noah keeps promising to call and text but then never does or forgets and leaves me on read. I try to just focus on the school day and around lunch when I'm sitting with Maggie in the art room he finally texts me. 

Noah: Hey Natty. I’m so sorry about last night. 11:36am

Noah: I shouldnt have had that much to drink last night. 11:36am

Noah: can I call you when you get out for the day? 11:36am

Natalie: It’s okay noah. 11:45am

Natalie: I have work right after school 11:45am

Natalie: I can call you when I get off, it’ll be around 9pm. 11:47am

Noah: we go on at 8:45 tonight…can I call you after? 11:48am

Natalie: um…sure. I’ll try to stay up. 12:00pm

Noah: okay! Love you baby 12:01pm

Natalie: love u 2. 12:05pm

“So he finally texted back huh?” Maggie sneers slightly. She’s almost more upset about how he has been acting than me. “Yeah, he wants to call me tonight but I don’t know how late it will be,” I explain to her. “So what? You’re just going to sit around your phone all night waiting for him to call.” I understand she's just trying to be a supportive friend but I’m really trying to be positive about this whole thing. I knew he’d be busy on this tour and I’m trying to be the cool understanding girlfriend. “I’m not going to just wait around, if he calls me before I fall asleep then we will talk, or we’ll talk later. I knew this would be a busy trip for him.” I attempt to defend the situation even though I also find myself frustrated. She drops it after noticing me growing more upset. The rest of the day goes by and Maggie drives the two of us to work after school. 

Friday nights have been super busy lately since the owner started having live music. Tonight playing is a singer/songwriter from Austin named Naomi King, she's so cool and her music is soft and emotional. She grabs a tea after her session and we talk a little. “So what's life like in this little town?” she asks. “Austin isn't huge but the music, the nightlife, and the atmosphere makes it seem bigger. I can’t wait to go home soon. This was my last little stop on my way home.” she tells me, sipping her peppermint tea. “Oh wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to get somewhere bigger than this place. It feels so small, shallow.” I reply. “I want to see what the world has to offer.” 

I end up staying later to help finish cleaning duties and once I get home and shower I don’t have the energy to stay awake to wait for Noah's call. 

In the morning I see I have an eight-minute long voicemail from Noah left at 2:34am. I press play and there's loud music playing in the background. He’s not saying anything so I’m confused, it’s not until I hear another muffled voice talking that I realize he pocket-dialed me.

“So do you think ya’ll join us in the next leg thats coming up?” a female voice asks.

rustle rustle “uh I’m not sure” Noah says but I hear what I think is Julius says “Hell yeah, we wouldnt miss that shit!” 

“Come on Noah, I miss you to much if you didn’t come.” the girls voice says again.

As much as I wanted to stop listening I feel the seed of jealousy taking root. Who is this girl? Why didn't he mention there was another girl on tour? Is that important? I feel like he should have at least said something.

“I dont know…maybe.” Noah says. 

“Maybe? Fuck this” I mumble to myself and exit the voicemail.

I text Maggie what happened, I know she already has a bit of a bad taste in her mouth from what I’ve already confided to her. But, I needed to talk to someone and Kyle and I aren’t there yet.

Maggie: WHAT THE FUCK?! 8:36am

Maggie: WHAT GIRL??? HOLD ON! 8:36am

Maggie: Im looking on instagram rn! 8:36am

I dont have instagram, I had a facebook for a couple of weeks but it was boring and my grandma kept sending me farmville requests so I deleted it.

Maggie: OMG! LOOK! 8:44am

Photo: Noah and a large group. He’s standing next to a girl and her hand is arround his waist, his arms are resting across his chest. The caption reads: “having so much fun touring with these guys! They are great!” and the user name is Alex Jacks.

Maggie: looks like shes the guitarist for Jasmines Fudes. 8:44

I’m staring at the photo she sent me. She’s so pretty. She’s so cool, she has long black hair with blue and pink streaks. She has tattoos and a lip ring. 

The jealousy I felt before is now a wild fire burning through my heart.

Part 12 here! !!!! xoxox later besties

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[fitrahgolden]

WEARY MEMORY: 11 - ONE MEMORY THAT I CHOOSE TO CARRY

[NOTE: CW - Pregnancy, discussions of birth control and postpartum depression, and non-graphic depictions of early stage labour (no complications).]

Anthony sat bolt upright, mouth agape. Kate sat up as well, facing him on her knees. When several moments passed without him saying anything, she grew concerned.

“Anthony?”

“You’re pregnant?”

She exhaled. “Yes.”

“Wha… When did you find out?”

“Yesterday. Well, Monday, technically. I’ve been taking tests all week. I took the last one yesterday.”

Anthony fell silent again and Kate grabbed his hands and intertwined their fingers.

“What do you want to do?” It seemed as if it took all his strength to push the question out. He slowly looked up at her. “Are you happy about this?”

Kate bit her lip as she thought. “The first couple of days, all I could feel was shock, honestly. I definitely wasn't expecting to win this kind of lottery.” She chuckled wryly at the thought of being one of the less than one percent of people with an IUD who get pregnant. “I just kept taking tests. And thinking about us. Thinking about the kids. Adding a baby to all this change we're going through, it's…a lot, to say the very least.”

“Yeah,” Anthony whispered, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“And then…” she took a deep breath.

“You thought about what happened after Kav.”

Kate nodded.

“You're scared it's going to happen again?”

“Yeah.” A few moments passed before she spoke again, with more confidence. “So, I called my therapist, got back in touch with my psychiatrist, and read a shit ton about PPD after subsequent pregnancies.”

“Good.” Anthony nodded. “That’s good. Did that help?”

Kate shifted forward so she could sit on his lap. “It helped. It's helping. We could handle it. If it happens, I could handle it. We'd know the signs this time. We'd know which treatments worked for me before.” She pet his cheek. “It may not even happen,” she said quietly, with hope.

Anthony pressed his eyes shut as he rested his forehead to Kate's. “Does that mean you want this, Kit?”

Kate gave him a quick kiss. “I want this, Anthony. But not if I'm alone in that.” She looked into his eyes, the unasked question hanging between them.

“You aren't alone.”

“So, you…”

“I want to have another baby with you. We can do this.”

“We can do this,” she echoed.

“And we're going to do this.”

“We are.”

“We're having a baby.”

Kate giggled. “Yes.”

“Holy shit.” Anthony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. He rocked them from side to side as he kissed her hair.

Kate turned to look at him and pointed a finger to his chest. “This is the last time, Bridgerton. You must have inherited your father's fertility, and I am not having eight children. We apparently need a second line of defence. So, I'm going to need you to take care of that after this baby is born.”

“I will, I promise.” He was smirking.

“Ugh, you do not get to be smug about this.” She climbed off of him and laid down.

“I bested an IUD!”

“I hate you.”

“I don't think you do, Kit.” Anthony snuggled in behind her. “You're having my love child.”

“The absolute nerve, going against science like that,” she mumbled. “It's just plain rude, is what it is.”

—

After Kate told Anthony, they basically had no choice but to tell everyone else right away. It was as though saying the words out loud was all her body needed to start looking pregnant. Not that it was terribly surprising that she was showing so early. It was her fourth child, after all.

Telling the kids went relatively smoothly. Kaveri thanked her parents for giving her a baby. Maaran's only concern seemed to be keeping his room. Edmund was the biggest surprise. He hadn't said much of anything when everyone was gathered together in the living room, but later that night, there was a knock on their bedroom door. Edmund wanted to let them know in private that he loved being a big brother, and he was excited to have another sibling to take care of. Kate burst into tears, and Anthony tried his best to convince their son that she was happy.

—

Anthony stood in his blue suit underneath a tent next to the pond on his family’s property in Kent. Maaran stood to his left in coordinating blues, chest puffed up with the pride of being his father’s best man. He looked out in front of him at the small gathering of only their closest friends and family. It was perfect. Or, it would be soon. Three very important people were yet to join them.

Kate had been adamant about having the wedding during her second trimester. After she stopped feeling ill all the time, but before she was too annoyed with still being pregnant to be particularly good company.

Anthony’s jaw ticked with restlessness, but immediately relaxed again as he gasped. Kaveri skipped into the tent, a basket of flower petals in hand. He watched his soon to be second youngest as she paused at the opposite end of the aisle and primly fluffed her poofy white dress. ”If you can’t see Amma’s dress yet because it’s too special, you can’t see mine, either, Dad.” She gave herself a pep talk that was no doubt for her ears only before pointing to her cousin Auggie, who was in charge of the music. Auggie gave her a thumbs up and dutifully skipped to the next track. Finally, Kaveri danced down the aisle, twirling as she dramatically threw petals. About ninety percent of them landed on the wedding guests instead of the ground. Once she got to the front she threw more directly at Maaran, Anthony, and the officiant. Anthony was grateful for a reason to laugh to save himself from crying. He picked his daughter up, meaning to give her a kiss, but received a raspberry from her instead. He set Kaveri down, and she ran to her Paatti Mary to drop off her basket before assuming her second role as maid of honour, standing opposite her father and brother.

“I did really good!” she cheered.

Well, that did it. The first tear fell as Anthony nodded at her and put a finger up to his mouth. Kaveri paid no heed.

“Dad, look! She’s coming!”

Anthony’s stomach dropped before he even looked back down the aisle. Once he did, he was certain staying upright throughout the ceremony wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

Edmund, looking nervous but determined in his own blue suit, moved down the aisle. And on his arm was Kate, kissing her son on the cheek and whispering something to him, before looking ahead, meeting Anthony’s gaze. She looked amazing–and ridiculously out of his league–in a floor length form fitting lace gown. Her hair was down, at his request, and she wore a crown of flowers that matched Kaveri’s.

The walk seemed to take an eternity, but finally, she was in front of him. Ned held out his hand for Anthony to shake. He grabbed it and pulled his son in for a tight hug.

“I love you, Ned.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

At least Edmund was crying, too.

Anthony looked to Kate again as their son joined their hands before taking his place on the other side of Maaran.

“Hello, Mrs. Sharma-Bridgerton.”

“Uh-uh. I'm Ms. for about ten more minutes.” Kate reached up and thumbed away his tears.

Anthony placed a hand on her bump, “Are you alri–?”

“Anthony…” Kate warned. “Not right now. You promised a week of no hovering.”

“Right.” He took a deep breath, grasping both her hands. “You’re my home, Kate,” he whispered. “Thank you for letting me back in.”

“Should you have saved that for the vows?” she teased.

“No,” he said simply. “That part was just for you.”

—

After tea was the dancing Kaveri demanded. By the evening, the last of their family and guests had left, and Anthony and Kate officially started their honeymoon–a child free week alone at Aubrey Hall.

—

“Is this OK? Do you need anything right now?”

“No, don't go anywhere.”

Kate was leaning forward into Anthony's embrace, resting her head on his chest as she swayed from side to side on the birthing ball she was straddling. They'd arrived at the birthing centre five hours ago, leaving Edmund with instructions to call either of his grandmothers if he or his siblings needed anything.

“What the fuck is taking her so long? Your mum had me believing she'd just shoot right out of me as soon as the contractions started. She claimed that’s what happened with Daphne.”

Anthony grimaced. “Lovely visual.”

“Shut up.”

Kate fisted Anthony's shirt with both hands as she keened through another contraction. Anthony rocked with her and rubbed her back while he looked at his watch.

“Fucking hell,” she gasped as it passed. “That had to be sixty seconds.”

“Only about forty, I'm afraid,” Anthony said with a wince.

“Surely that's close enough.”

“Not according to our midwife.”

“Well, who put him in charge?”

“You did, love.”

“Oh, right. He's quite lovely and more than competent, actually.”

“He really is.”

Kate sucked her teeth. “Still. I swear to God, Mary Violet Sharma-Bridgerton. You'd better be here by tonight.”

“Or what?”

There was a long pause before Kate muttered in Tamil, punctuated by another “Shut up.”

Within a few minutes, another contraction started. Kate whimpered into Anthony's shoulder.

“Do you want to bounce? Let's try bouncing.”

“Alright,” Kate groaned, following Anthony's up and down movements.

“Well done, Kit. And that was forty six seconds, as well!”

Kate smiled weakly and resumed swaying.

“I never stopped being in love with you, Anthony.” Kate's voice sounded far away.

“Kit?”

“I'm alright. Just going to my happy place. You're there. It's just you and me. Don't tell Kav.”

They stayed silent for a while, Anthony massaging Kate's hips as she rolled them in circles.

“I never stopped being in love with you, either, Kit.”

“I think we just misplaced it in all of the mess.”

“Yeah.” Anthony kissed her forehead.

“Let's keep better track of it this time.”

Anthony backed up just enough to look Kate in the eye. 

“Kathani Kaveri Sharma-Bridgerton, I promise you that we will never lose track of each other again.”

[NOTE: Thank you to everyone who read this. Keep an eye out for a one shot in this universe coming soon.]

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[tunaababee]

we will be everything we say - Chapter 3

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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.

As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.

But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: sorry for the delay today, had a big weekend! this is one of my favourite chapters so far. i hope you all like it!! :)

Chapter 3: fifteen and sixteen

High school was already rough as it was for Rhysand. Trying to stay on top of his grades, meeting the expectations his father had for him, attempting to stay on the good side of all his teachers despite all the trouble he managed to constantly get into regardless of his best efforts. All of it was made slightly easier, though, by his friendship with Feyre and how the two of them persevered despite it all. She had never faltered in her loyalty and care since the day in the park that they had met as small children, and Rhys never hesitated to return it all in kind. Azriel and Cassian were practically brothers to him, Amren was wise beyond her years somehow and Mor was… well, Mor. He loved them all so much, but he never quite clicked with all of them the same way he did with Feyre. It was like they could read each other’s minds.

But soon, maintaining that deep and important connection with her was going to be a bit more difficult than he had hoped – his father had told him that they were moving within the fortnight.

It wasn’t anywhere too far away, only a handful of suburbs over in Velaris, but they had been on the same street together for almost as long as Rhys could remember. Living so close to Feyre felt almost as natural as breathing, so the idea of adjusting to an atmosphere without her in close orbit was nerve-wracking to say the least. There wouldn’t be any sense of excitement when he heard his front door unlock, or any quick escapes to the Archeron household anymore. He couldn’t help but resent his father for it.

“Dude, the fuck do you mean you haven’t told her yet?” Cassian spat out in surprise, the two of them keeping pace with each other during gym class. “Feyre will want to know, and it’s not exactly going to be subtle when one day she sees another family moving into your old place.”

“I know, I know. I haven’t been keeping it from her on purpose, I just… Finding the right time is difficult! I don’t want to tell her at a time when it’s gonna stress her out or something.”

“Rhys, you’re moving to the other side of town. It’s gonna stress her out at least a little no matter what.”

Rhys huffed a little at him with a defeated look - he always hated it when Cassian was right about these things, but it was one of the reasons he loved him, too. Underneath that mess of a man-bun and the muscles he was trying so desperately to continue to build was a heart of gold like no other, and it was exactly why he thought of him like a brother. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just- she’s my best friend, y’know? I love her a lot, and I fucking hate that I’m gonna have to tell her because I know it’ll hurt.”

“Believe me, buddy, everyone knows you love her.” A small wiggle of his eyebrows accompanied his sentence, but Rhys swiftly elbowed him in the side without a second thought. Cassian’s hands launched to where he’d made impact, face contorted in some mild pain and discomfort.

“Fuck off, she’s my best friend.” Rhys chuckled, smiling a little at him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Cassian wheezed out, grumbling to himself as the two kept running.

The worries about how he would break the news of his impending move kept swirling in his mind like an inky whirlpool throughout the rest of his classes, distracting him from Feyre who was walking right beside him out of the halls of Prythian High at the end of the day. She had been talking about how she was struggling with her reading for English class – she’d never been a big reader, let alone one for analysing texts – as he looked over at her when they walked through the doors and out into the golden sun beating down relentlessly in the spring afternoon. The light hit her face and it broke him from his worries and launched him directly into a different kind of stupor. The curls of her hair, the stunning steely blue of her eyes, the soft pink of her smiling lips being hit by the sun just right to make it almost look like she was glowing next to him as they walked.

She was perfect.

He elected to adamantly ignore the twist in his heart at the thought – she was his best friend, of course anyone would think their best friend was beautiful. Best friends are meant to be the person to hype you up, anyway. It was perfectly normal, and he shoved the feeling to the side in his head as he wrenched his gaze forward onto the pavement in front of him.

“…So anyways, I’ve never really been one for maximalist work, but Miss Stryga seems to only love works that are so busy and cluttered. I have no idea what I’m going to do for this next – Rhys? Hellooo?” Feyre waved her hand in front of his face with a confused expression. “Earth to Rhysand?”

“Huh? Sorry - sorry, you were saying about Miss Stryga?” Rhys scrambled to catch back up with what she had been saying, only half-listening as he had been waxing poetic to himself.

“I was saying I don’t know what I’m gonna do for this next assignment for her since I prefer more minimalistic abstract. Geez, you’re all over the place today.” She laughed lightly to herself, shaking her head a little bit at him.

“Yeah, my bad… I think I might have overdone it at soccer practice today or something. Just been really tired lately.” He rolled his shoulders back, stretching his neck slightly to emphasize his point. In reality, he had barely been able to give his all at soccer today whatsoever because of everything on his mind, but that was between him and the coach’s extra ten laps he’d been given.

Feyre quirked an eyebrow, her face concerned as she tried to break through the slight walls he was putting up. “You’re not up late at night playing WoW or something again, are you? Because I’ve seen you active on Skype late at night sometimes, and I know you got way deeper into it than you ever meant to.”

“How would you know if I’m up late playing games unless you were up late too, hmm?” He smirked at her with a feline grin, trying to get a slight rise out of her. There was nothing he loved more than their dumb, spirited arguments about everything and nothing at all.

Feyre’s mouth opened and closed a few times listlessly as she tried to come up with an excuse, Rhys nudging his side playfully into hers as they strolled down the pathway beneath green trees and next to gardens in full bloom. “Well, I- I’m not- That’s different, I’ve been trying to get work done!”

“Uh huh. Am I right in assuming that the work you’re doing involves watching Ouran High School Host Club or something in some capacity?”

A sheepish expression crawled up on her face, cheeks slightly pink. “…Maybe. I can’t work without background noise, what can I say?”

“See, now I know that’s a lie, because you’re always going on about how you prefer subs to dubs. While I’ve been busy studying the virtual blade, you’ve been busy being nerdier than I am.”

Feyre’s mouth was agape in mock offence, looking at him with her hands on her chest as if she had been mortally wounded. His eyes were definitely only on her hands, and not slightly lower at all. He was so respectful and focused on their conversation right now, it wasn’t even funny.

“Wow. I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from that. You’ve killed me. I’m going to fall to pieces and rot.”

“You’ll live, darling.” He put a sarcastic, joking emphasis at the end, mussing up her hair slightly with a laugh as she tried to swat his hands away. Feyre practically jumped toward him to try and mess up his own hair the moment he backed off. Unfortunately for Feyre, ever since he’d started high school he’d only grown taller and shown no signs of stopping even now in his sophomore year. By now he was almost a head taller than her, having to look down a little to talk to her. 

A small sigh escaped him as they continued to walk, most of the other kids on their way home having split off in their own directions, leaving the two of them the only ones roaming through the quiet roads on the way back to their street. A small pit of dread formed in his stomach when he recalled that he didn’t have many of these walks left with her - they were one of the favourite parts of his days. He didn’t have to be the soccer team captain or the cocky troublemaker or the perfect son with the perfect looks and the perfect grades. He could just be Rhys. No expectations, no roles to play, no masks to wear.

Just Rhys and just Feyre.

He had to tell her and he was going to hate every fucking second of it.

“...Hey, uh, Feyre, can we talk a sec?”

She stopped a few steps behind him, Rhys stopping to turn to her when he realised she wasn’t following alongside him.

“I thought that’s what we did every day anyways, what the fuck are you talking about?” She looked completely puzzled.

He brought a hand up behind his head, looking down a little awkwardly. Rhys could feel his heart pick up pace.  “I mean, yeah but… Like, serious talk for a second.”

Feyre caught up with him, the two of them continuing to walk together - Rhys could only focus on the expression of pure concern and worry on Feyre’s face. She was too good to him.

“You certainly sound serious. Is everything okay? You know that if your dad is being shitty again, you’re always welcome at mine - it’s pretty much your home, too.” Her hand came to lightly rest on his bicep, her eyes boring into him to try and read his expression. To glean even an ounce of what was going on in his head.

“No, it’s not like that- I mean, sorta? But not in that way. Promise.” Rhys tried to reassure her, not wanting her to think that he’d acquired any more bruises that weren’t from falling on his ass at soccer practice.

“As much as you’re trying to reassure me, it’s not exactly making me less worried.” She squeezed his arm lightly. His chest felt tight.

“Fair play, I guess. Um… Y’know how my dad’s been really busy with his business and everything lately?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, it’s been going good. Like, really good. But…” The dread gnawing at the pit of his stomach continued to grow and grow, getting heavier by the second.

“Rhys, I am begging you to just be straight with me right now.”

“He’s making us move.”

“...Oh.”

The two of them had stopped walking, facing each other as Rhys’ tongue began to feel like lead in his mouth. He knew he had to keep going, to explain to her that he wasn’t moving too far away, that they just wouldn’t be on the same street, but the expression on her face in that moment nearly broke him. Fuck. Fuck, this isn’t how he had wanted this to go. Then again, if he had his way, none of this would be happening in the first place. The silence stretched between them, tense and taut and ready to snap like a rubber band.

“I-It’s not as bad as it sounds-”

“Do you know where?” It was obvious she was trying to hold back tears, lip quivering slightly and eyes glassy.

“Just a bit further away, the other side of town - Velaris. I’ll still be in Prythian, just- just not Wildebloom. Only a handful of suburbs over.”

Rhys thought that reassuring her would have helped quell her worries and make her feel relieved, but instead he only saw her grimace deeply before pushing him roughly by the chest.

“You couldn’t have fucking opened with that? I thought you were leaving town or something - fucking hell, Rhys!” Feyre sniffled, wiping at her eyes a little as she tried to collect herself. The fact that he’d made her cry, even without intending to, made his stomach twist into guilt-ridden knots. He tensed for a moment, not wanting to overstep or seem like he was trying to condescend to her, but every bone in his body was screaming at him to comfort her somehow. His hands balled into tense fists for a moment at his sides before he let out a long exhale, willing the tension and compulsion to subside.

“I’m sorry. I just… I hadn’t said anything because I was really hoping that whatever my dad was planning didn’t work out, but then it did, and knowing it in my head was one thing. But telling you? That makes it all so real, and I fucking hate it. I know we’ll still see each other at school and we can still hang out, but it’s… You and I both know it’s not the same.” Rhys couldn’t have stopped himself rambling if he tried, desperately trying to make Feyre understand and make her feel even just a touch more at ease. He hated nothing in this world more than seeing her upset.

She took a deep breath, pausing a moment before jerking her head forward in the direction of the way they had been walking. Rhys quietly followed, falling into step beside her again in the most uncomfortable and tense silence he’d ever experienced. She kept close to him, occasionally sneaking glances at him as they walked in silence, breaking her gaze away from him whenever he caught her looking. Soon enough, they were approaching their little street in the distance - they could already see Rhys’ house from here.

This is not how Rhys wanted to spend one of the few walks he had left with her.

Feyre broke the silence first.

“...When are you leaving?”

“Two weeks.”

“And how long have you known you’re leaving?”

“...Also about two weeks. I’ve been freaking out about how I was going to break it to you the whole time.” Rhys could see her wince a little, dragging her hands down her face with a sigh that weighed on his shoulders heavily. Guilt continued to snake up from his stomach, twisting around his neck now - tight, suffocating, tangible.

“I’m assuming the rest of our friends know, then?” There was a slight venom in her words.

“Not for long. A few days or so, I think?”

She paused for a moment, considering everything. Their pace was slow and meandering, almost at a complete standstill - Rhys didn’t want to go home without knowing that Feyre was alright, that they were going to be alright. Feyre looked up at Rhys, her face still slightly pained, but there was a softness there that wasn’t present a moment ago.

“I know you. I know you would have wanted to find the perfect moment to tell me that you were moving, at a time and place that I would have been able to easily accept it and move on like it was nothing. But you know that there would have never been a perfect time for you to tell me this, right?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I wish you’d have just told me when you found out, you prick. You’re my best friend. I wanna know these sorts of things, even when they fucking suck.” She put an arm around his waist, pressing herself to his side for a moment with a light squeeze before letting go. He felt his cheeks warm slightly, hoping and praying Feyre wouldn’t notice.

“Sure, but who ever wants to talk about the things that suck? I’d much rather spend my time giving you shit.” Rhys chuckled lightly, the atmosphere distinctly lighter and that horrid weight seeming to lift a little bit as they continued up the street.

“Wooow. Firstly, rude. Secondly, I think we have to focus on your shit now if anything. If you think I’m letting you pack and not helping out, you’re delusional. Good excuse to spend more time before you move, anyway.”

“Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean that we can’t still spend time together, you know,” Rhys insisted as they passed his driveway - he always made sure to walk her to her house, despite the fact that it was only two doors down, and today wasn’t any different. Any excuse he could get to spend time around Feyre he would always take without hesitation. “We can always meet up halfway and have lunch out in town or something. Plus I have my license, so I can come pick you up to whisk you away on adventures.”

Feyre’s laughter was almost like music to his ears, eyes closed and smile wide. She was so stunning and so unaware of it.

“Now I can finally have the cliche teenage experience of sneaking out at night to see a boy, how thrilling.”

The places Rhysand’s mind went to when she said that made chills run down his spine, shifting on his feet as he tried to shake the mental images Feyre had unwittingly conjured. He was so normal about this right now.

“Hey, you just text me and I’ll be there. No sneaking required. Besides, I’m not just a boy, I've been your best friend since we were little kids. I’m sure your dad wouldn’t mind.”

“He barely notices when I’m gone for school or for my job, I think he’s too checked out to mind much of anything.” 

As much as Rhys hated that fact, he tried his best to take it in stride just like Feyre did. She turned to start heading up to her front door, Rhys grabbing her hand for a moment to give a small but reassuring squeeze before she went inside. To tell her that he was sorry but that he appreciated her all the same after all they’d talked about today. But instead of letting go, she gripped tighter for a second, and Rhys felt the world slow down a little bit as he watched Feyre get on her tiptoes. Her expression turned to a smirk before her warm lips met his cheek and he knew his face had turned red at that very moment. Feyre simply grinned wider as if she hadn’t just thrown his world off its axis, walking up to her door with a wave back at him.

“See you tomorrow, Rhys.” She said nonchalantly, heading inside and closing the door behind her.

Rhysand simply stood dumbfounded at the end of the driveway, staring at that white wooden door with his hand pressed to where her lips had met his skin. It felt like live electricity was still dancing along his cheek, jumping between his fingers, spreading down through his veins. He had half a mind to march up to her door, let himself in and crush his body to hers as he kissed her with everything he had.

But instead, Rhys turned and walked two doors down, mouth still agape in surprise. There was no denying to himself anymore that he was so deeply, desperately in love with Feyre Archeron. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him. His friends all already knew it, too. But she was his best friend, and he was moving soon.

So he kept that truth to himself, a secret that he wore on his sleeve like a uniform from that day forward, and unlocked the door to his house before heading inside.

#feysand #rhysand x feyre archeron #fanfiction #rhysand #feyre archeron #acotar #acotar fanfiction #friends to lovers

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A thin red figure with irregular horns, a long tail, long pointy ears and pointy black fingernails sticks out his long curled tongue. He wears a long red cloak lined in a mangy fur that might once have been white. He holds a switch in both hands. Behind him the curve of the earth and a vague aurora. Text reads, “168, krampus – small god of secret santas”]

• • • • •

“Are you doing Secret Santa this year?”

“Yeah, but I got Chloe, and you know she never likes what anyone gets her, and she always comes in under the dollar amount by as much as she can get away with.  That wouldn’t be so bad, except she brags about it.  You were supposed to be getting me a Christmas present!  Why is it appropriate to tell me that you saved seventeen dollars out of a twenty dollar budget?  It’s like, come on, Chloe, read the room.”

“At least you don’t have to put too much effort into whatever you get for her.”

“True.  It’s just going to wind up at next week’s White Elephant party no matter what.  Ooo, maybe I should get some of that bodywash I like!”

“Isn’t she allergic to that?”

“Show me where I care.”

Santa—true Santa, Santa prime, Santa in the sky with reindeer—is not a small god.  Santa will insist that he isn’t a god at all, but he carries the hopes and prayers of children, monuments are built in his honor, and priests garb themselves in replicas of his raiment to grant absolution.  He is a god, like it or not, and he is not a small one.  He stands outside the purview of our chronicles.

Krampus, while he once had a shot at the big sleigh, lost that bid thanks to a less than marketable image and a fondness for stuffing naughty children into his sack, and has since settled in to a slightly narrower sphere of holiday cheer.  And while he still does all the traditional Krampus things—lots of respect for tradition at the North Pole—his main sphere of influence is a little more adult in nature.

When you think “I could pocket half the budget” or “I don’t like Becky from HR enough to get her anything good,” Krampus is there.  Putting you on the naughty list, remembering your name.  When you think “peanuts are delicious, who cares if she’s allergic, maybe she’ll give them to me,” Krampus judges you even if no one else can.

Judges, but doesn’t stop.  Because there are many ways to punish the naughty, and they don’t all end with childhood.  He can’t truly live as he desires unless you sometimes misbehave.

Disappoint Krampus.  Be a good Secret Santa this year.

His sack is waiting.

• • • • •

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[cevansbrat0007]

Plead the Fifth

Summary: A little white lie lands you in hot water with your husband. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Cursing, Spanking, Light Fingering, Light Smut, Spiders, Marital Threats, Minors DNI

A/N: This is one of the stories I wrote in treatment. I hope you enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. I look forward to everyone's feedback if you feel like giving it. All mistakes are my own.

___

You’re in the middle of moving clothes from the washer to the dryer when you feel two brawny arms wrap themselves around your waist. God, your husband always smelled so good. Smiling, you pause your work so you can relax and rest your head against his chest.  

“Well hello there, Mr. Barber.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Barber.” He whispers, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear. 

“You missed bedtime. I had to promise the kiddos that you’d read them two books each tomorrow to make up for not being able to tuck them in tonight. And trust me when I say that our little monsters are gonna hold you to it.” Turning yourself in his arms, you go to place your hands on his broad shoulders. 

“Good deal.” Andy responds as he leans down to sweetly peck your mouth, which only serves to make you pout. You wanted more from your man, needed it even. 

“Hey!” You playfully tug on the front of his shirt. “Gimme more kisses, damn it.” Instead of doing as you ask, his thumb goes to caress your lower lip. 

“In a moment, baby. But first I need to know something.” His big hand moves to cup your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Was it worth it?”

“Was what worth it, Big Man?”

“Lying to me.” Your eyes fly open at his words.

“Whaa –? I didn’t lie to you!”

“Oh yeah?” You suddenly find yourself pinned against a nearby wall. “Then how about you go and grab the receipt from Monday’s visit to the dealership. You know, the one with a detailed printout of all the maintenance performed on your car. I’ll wait right here for you, sweetheart.”

You stare him down as your mind works overtime to conjure up some kind of plausible excuse to buy yourself some time. “Um, I’m not really sure what I did with it, but I bet I can call and have them, like, email me a copy or something…”

“Really, baby girl? Another lie?” Andy asks through narrowed eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Look, I know it’s been a while, but you can’t have forgotten the consequences for lying to Daddy like this.” His sharp teeth go to nip at your pulse point as a hand trails its way down your spine to grab a healthy chunk of your ass. 

Aww shit.

“So let’s try this again, shall we? Or do I need to play the voicemail I received from Jared at Newsome Lexus?” His other hand holds up his phone. 

Fuck! You wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t forgotten to call them back and reschedule your appointment when you’d decided to ditch your responsibilities.

“I plead the fifth.” You mutter. 

“I’m afraid pleading the fifth isn’t an option in Andy’s Barber’s court, little girl. Now, either go get the paperwork or tell me the truth. And fair warning, Y/N, I’ve had a long day so the longer you keep this up, the shorter my patience gets.” Your husband gruffly informs you. 

“Argh! Fine!” You huff. “I canceled the appointment the other day because I needed some “me time”, okay?” Andy’s blue gaze strays to mouth as the words leave your lips.       

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” You shove at his chest. He grunts before grabbing your hands and holding them above your head, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes. 

“That wasn’t very nice, baby. Now, explain.”

“Oh my God, Andy! I’ll reschedule the appointment, I swear!” You whine. All you wanted to do was finish this load of laundry and maybe watch a movie, preferably with your husband.

Assuming his grumpy ass was amenable to the idea. But with the way he was looking at you know, you were leaning towards probably not. 

“You’re damned right you will. Because when I last looked, your check engine light was on, you probably need at least two new tires, and you’re past due for an oil change. Do we have an understanding?” 

“Yes.” You respond, feeling agitated, which prompts the big man in front of you to raise one impatient brow. 

“Yes what, Y/N?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You grumble, knowing full well what was coming next. 

“Good girl.” Andy leans down to peck your lips again. “Finish up here and then meet me in my study so that we can finish this conversation. Please don’t keep me waiting.” And with that, he turns and disappears from sight. 

Great. You think to yourself. Just fucking great.

Wanting to get the whole thing over with, you hurriedly throw the rest of the clothes in the dryer before following your husband down the hall, pausing once you’re standing outside his door. 

“Come on in, Y/N.” He says when he notices you hovering. “Don’t be shy, baby girl. You know how this works with Daddy.”

Yes, you did. After almost fifteen years together you knew exactly how all this worked.

Nodding, you shut the door while Andy moves to pour himself a glass of scotch. And then you turn the lock so as to ensure that you would not be disturbed. Nodding, he takes a sip of his drink before motioning for you to turn and strip. 

“I want you naked. After the day I’ve had, I think I deserve to look at a little beauty. Don’t you agree, sweet girl?” You suppress a shiver at his deep baritone. 

Giving him your back, you pull off your shirt and sports bra before bending at the waist to bare your ass and slightly quivering pussy to your man’s heated gaze. 

“Fucking gorgeous, baby.” Andy rasps, his intoxicating blue eyes unabashedly roving over every inch of your body. “Now c’mere. Come to Daddy.” He takes another sip of his bourbon and pats his lap.

“Can’t we please just skip this part and discuss it?”

“We can discuss this all you want once you’re over my knee. I can’t wait to hear all about my naughty little wife’s trip to the movies.”

You’re just about to get into position when his words register in your brain. “Wait. How did you know that I –”

“That you went to the movies instead of taking the car in for maintenance? I saw the charge when I was reviewing the Discover Card statement.” Your husband winks at you and then proceeds to tug you down so that you’re finally laying across his lap, his hard cock resting firmly against your belly. “What’d you go see?” He asks as one of his large hands begins to caress your curves. 

“On the Devil’s Doorstep.” You reply, silently wishing that he would just get on with it.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Your “me time”, I mean. Because you deserved it.”

Huh?

“I know how hard you work, taking care of me and the kids and the house. And then there’s the PTA and soccer practices, the freelancing when you can, and a ton of other shit. I see you, Y/N, and I’m grateful, but I can’t abide by the lying. So, you’re going to count these out for me and then tomorrow you and I are going to drop your car off at the shop. And –”

“But the kids –”

“Baby girl, I wasn’t finished.” Your upturned ass receives a sharp smack. “As I was saying, we’re taking the car to the shop, the kids are going to grandma’s, and when we’re through, you and I are gonna grab a bite to eat followed by a couple’s massage at The Lotus Flower.”

“But I thought I was in trouble?” One of your man’s talented hands slips between your thighs to briefly toy with your pussy. His fingers strum over your aching clit with expert precision, making you squirm. 

“Oh, you are. But not because you went to the movies. You’re in trouble because you lied to me about the car. And that’s a big “no no”.” You can’t help but let out a whine when removes his fingers all together. Andy lets out a soft groan as he sucks the wet digits into his mouth. “So, you’re going to count these out for me, all twenty of ‘em. Miss one and I start over, you understand me little girl?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I – ouch!”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Andy’s hard palm comes down hard three times on your unprotected bottom.

“I mean yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl for you and count, okay?”

 And when you were through here, you were gonna dig out that bag of plastic spiders you’d been saving for Halloween and dump them all over his side of the bed. Your man’s panicked screams wouldn’t take the sting out of your ass, but they would make your soul smile. 

“I’m glad. But you know, something is telling me that I might need to go back to spanking you more often, you cheeky little brat. What do you think?” He asks as he gently rubs your heated backside.

Spiders. All of the spiders were coming for Andrew Barber.

“No, thank you, Sir.”

“Alright, well, let’s see how well you take your punishment, hmm?”

Smack!

“Ungh! One!”

Another slap.

“Oooh! Two!” You feel your legs kick out.

One more smack. And then another.

“Three!” Aww fuck! “Four!” You eek out through gritted teeth. 

“Ow! Ow! Five!”

“There we go, baby girl. Keep counting nice and loud for me.”

“Shit! Six!” You can feel the tears burning behind your eyes as they threaten to spill over.

Crack! Smack! Slap! 

Yep. When this was all said and done, you were going to run to the nearest party supply store and buy every kind of fake spider they had. Then you’d hide them around the house so you could guarantee that your man would have a tiny heart attack everyday for the rest of the month. Fucking heavy handed, overbearing ogre.

Smack!

“Ten!”

Oh, yes. Spiders. All of the spiders were coming for Andrew Barber. 

END

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[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ The Art Exhibit (Chapter 6)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

chapter warnings!- swearing, alcohol, this is kind of a fluffy ass chapter, but the end is a little frusterating. NO BAD VIBES THOUGH! reader is finally happy rn. tw: annie.

a/n- Hi guys! first of all, HAPPY SPRING! Also happy Ramadan to anyone who is celebrating!! I really wanted to publish this by last Monday at least, but I ended up getting a cold, and then I had an exam this week too that I crammed studied for. I wasnt happy with the ending of this chapter and wanted time to fix it up a bit!! we are getting to the good stuff now so I really hope you enjoy! (ps. another thanks to all the likers, rebloggers, commenters, it means so much to see feedback, ily guys.

The song of this chapter was on repeat while I wrote it !!

This week had been good.

For the first time in what seems like forever, life was actually giving you a break....sort of.

"Kwan, cmon! I promise French isnt that hard if you just sit and let me teach you!" you exhale with a wide smile, looking at the 6 year old who was now running around the living room.

Since Tae quit his job, you decided to start picking up after school shifts to tutor your neighbor, Mrs.Chin, and her bratty 6 year old. You used to tutor her other child, Mimi, who was always well behaved, but she went to study abroad, leaving you alone with the devil reincarnated.

"I dont wanna! its stupid!" the younger child yelled back, making you take a moment to breathe before responding. "Kwan, I would appreciate if you let me teach you, or at least if you even sat down and listened to me read." you said calmly.

You looked over at the pouting boy and his action figures, arms now crossed over his chest as he glared. You sighed and ran your hands over your face, lets just say if the pay wasn't $90 an hour, you probably wouldn't submit yourself to this.

"Kwan." you said, getting up with your textbook and sitting on the floor next to him "your mommy hired me to help you learn, I really want to be able to teach you something here, because whether you realize it now or not, learning a second language is a really beautiful thing" you show him all the pages of notes youve taken from your own classes, watching him view it over.

"I wanna be here for you, we can be buddies, ok? no more fights, no yelling. How about this-" you turn around to him "If you let me teach you for a half an hour, 30 minutes, you can have 20 minutes of playtime, yeah?" you spoke softly

"mmkay.." he looked at you, nodding gently.

"aw, see, you are a good boy I knew you were, cmon, sit and i'll teach you how to introduce yourself in French, so when you go to daycare tomorrow, you can show it off to everyone" you smiled and gently tickled the boy, making him giggle loudly.

You really did enjoy teaching and learning, something about it just made you feel incredibly intelligent, and yes, you loved acting too, but the idea of being able to offer something new to someone genuinely got you excited. If you could go back and change your major to anything, It would probably be French or some other foreign language, teaching abroad doesnt sound too bad.

-

At the apartment, Tae had been cleaning a little bit more. He figured if he was going to have more free time, then he needed to learn to help out around the house....He also needed a distraction from the fact that tomorrow night is the art exhibit, and to say he was nervous was a complete understatement.

The work he'd been creating is done, but like always, he wanted to change it last minute. You sat with him last night and explained that it didnt need to be changed, and he needs to be more confident with himself and his art.

His thoughts were interrupted when you walked through the door, offering a quick smile at him before walking off into the kitchen. He put down his broom and walked over to you, "How did tutoring go?" He asks softly, watching you pour coffee into a mug. "It was okay" you shrug, looking at the clock and internally sighing, it was dinner time and you hadnt prepared anything.

"You okay?" he asks

you look back at him and lean against the counter, "yeah...Kaito was supposed to pick me up at 8, and I sat outside texting and calling him until 8:30, when I decided to just get an Uber home"

"why didnt you call me? I would have drove over there" he frowns, leaning against the opposite counter. "ah, didnt want to bother you" you shrug.

He sighed and looked down. "I made you dinner, by the way" he spoke, making you look up at him warily. "by made, I mean bought, dont worry theres no food poisoning here" he rushed, making you giggle.

"thank you tae, I really appreciate that" you walk over to hug him gently, telling him you were gonna wash up and shower before eating.

He finished cleaning the living room before finally crashing on the couch, watching as you left your room with a towel on your head, making him laugh. "are you gonna tell me my fortune"

You scoff and grab your bulgogi, sitting onto the couch next to him.

"yummy?" he asks, searching for something to watch, "mhm" you smiled and offered a bite which he gladly took.

"oh also, Because tomorrow night is the art show, I was thinking afterwards we should get dinner or something..." he trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

you turned your head to him, smiling softly, "hm that sounds fun. are we thinking Mcdonalds?" you giggle, making him laugh as well.

"nooo, no" his head shook, "I dont know yet, I'll look around."

"we can go to that Korean barbecue place that just opened, and celebrate your win" you shrug

"we dont know if Im gonna win, there are many talented artists participating. I have like no chance, y/n."

you scoff and shake your head, "you are telling me, that THE Kim Taehyung has no chance? I dont believe this!"

He smiled and watched as you rambled about how he has worked for this and deserves it, laughing quietly.

"yeah...I dont even care for the money to be honest. I Just want to go to Paris again...it was fun when we went last time" he sighed.

You chewed your food and nodded, standing up in front of him with your hands on your hips, "Mr.Kim, I am putting it into the universe now, that if somehow you dont win, I will make sure we both go to Paris once more"

"really?" he spoke after a moment, unable to take you seriously with the towel head.

"really"

"I dont think Kaito would like thattt" he sung jokingly, getting up and grabbing the blanket from the other side of the couch, covering himself in it.

"I dont careeee" you sung back before jokingly jumping onto him, squeezing his face as you continued to speak. "I dont even know where he is right now, probably drunk or something"

"does he get drunk a lot?" tae asked, smiling as you poked around his face with your hands. "yeah....kinda. He can handle it most times but.." you cut yourself off, not wanting to say anything else.

"but what?" tae asked, head turning to yours as you laid on him. Your eyes simply scanned over his face as he did the same with you. The urge to kiss him was there, but you knew better.

You got up and off him, making him sit up and look at you. "but what?" he repeated

"nothing" you smiled before stealing his blanket and running off to your room, making him get up to chase after you.

You were both laughing, but Tae was still catching his breath. You looked like you wanted to kiss him, no? His mind ran around in circles, ultimately convincing himself that he really does need to drop this and stop over analyzing everything.

He sat into his bed that night, looking over at his painting which leaned against his desk. He so desperately wanted tomorrow to be perfect, he wanted to win, but he also wanted to impress you.

His mind wandered down the rabbit hole. was it too clingy to ask to go to dinner after? was he annoying you and you didnt have the heart to tell him?

He rolled his face against his pillow, sighing heavily as tannie ran up and jumped on the bed, cuddling with him.

Across the hall you paced your room, glasses on as you tried to memorize your studying and figure out an outfit for tomorrow.

You gently hummed to yourself before moving the coat hangers around to see what you had, you dont exactly have 'art show' worthy clothes. You knew that ultimately it didnt matter, it wasnt about you, it was about him.

You climbed into bed and wrapped up your homework, deciding to pull your phone out and see if your boyfriend called or texted.

0 notifications

you sighed and opened up messages, texting him quickly.

you: hey....I hope you are okay? You havent texted or anything, im a little worried. you were supposed to pick me up today and then go for like coffee or something. did you forget? its okay if you did, just hope you are safe.

you bit your lip as you sent the message, waiting for a few minutes for a possible reply, but ultimately receiving nothing.

-

"ah, Yun Y/n, you really have impressed me, this is amazing"

you looked at your theatre teacher with hopeful eyes, glad that she appreciated the project script you stayed up to finish last night.

You bowed politely, "thank you so much, that means a lot"

"of course" she responded, taking her glasses off, "I really do hope you decide to take this class next year, you are one of my best students and I think the incoming freshmen would love to learn from your writing skills"

you smiled and nodded, "I dont see any reason why I wouldnt stay" you laughed lightly, making her nod, "good!"

she handed you your papers back with the received grade, allowing you to walk out into the hallway to see a certain someone.

"um...hello?" you spoke, aggravation evident in your voice. Kaito looked up from his bag at you, a guilty expression now showing.

"y/n, baby im sorry about yesterday"

"Look, I dont care about the pick-up thing, why couldnt you text me this morning even? I thought you died or something"

he laughs yet you were not amused. "My phone broke" he cleared his throat. You sigh and look around. "you know how many phones are on campus? you also have so many classes with Chae, would it kill you to relay the message?"

"im sorry, ok?"

you glared at him. 'Sorry' had become his broken record repeated phrase lately, and honestly, it didn't sound all to genuine anymore.

"yeah" you shrug and begin to walk away before he stops you. "Oh, are you free tonight?"

you stop and turn, shaking your head, "no, I have plans"

He scoffs, "doing what?"

"I have an art show with Taehyung and its late, we are going right home after"

"I see" he nods sarcastically, obviously pissed off. "are you going to the party that Jungkook is throwing at least?" he adds

"oh yeah....Dahyun invited me, I'll be there I guess" you mumble

"good" he smiled and held your cheek, making you look up at him. "dont bring him, okay?"

you look over his face before rolling your eyes and turning to walk to your next class.

Things lately with Kaito havent been as well as you had planned. When you two first started dating, the romance was there, there was a spark within sharing similar interests and likes, there were cute dates, late night conversations. As you find yourself walking down the hall, you wish that perhaps you never got to know the quiet boy in your acting class. You ponder about what would have happened if you two just remained friends, strangers, even.

His drinking was something you had been made aware of by a few classmates, but you can only blame yourself for ignoring them. As much as you hated to admit it, you didnt care in the moment. You are a young girl, who has vulnerabilities and of course wishes to find someone that makes her feel special....but given that....you also deserve pride, and the power to know, or to walk away from situations that arent helping you grow.

You dont ask much of kaito, he couldn't even pick you up on time and let you know why. It was borderline pathetic. He was pathetic, and the marks still evident on your wrist were enough to prove it.

you dont know what you had done in a past life to get such shitty treatment from men, but you could only pray that either the universe sends you in a different direction, or fixes the broken path you are currently trying to fight through.

-

"I called the restaurant, they take walk ins" Taehyung cheerfully spoke, barging into your room to see you sitting with your back towards him, papers sprawled around your desk surface.

"thats good" you mumble, refusing to turn around at the excited boy.

Taehyung notices the shift in your voice, the way your back is slumped over as you hid yourself in the piles of paper and homework. As he walked over, small droplets of tears resting on the wooden desktop below you are visible. You had been crying. A gentle hand comes up to graze against your back, remaining still for a moment before he spoke. "Y/N, whats going on?"

You sniffled, wishing that you could just be alone but also refraining against sending the boy out, he just wanted to help. "Im just stressed" a simple shrug and a blow of the nose make taehyung sit on the end of your bed as he faces you, deciding its enough distance from you, but not too much. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks softly, his hair resting in front of his eyes, its grown so long these days.

You looked back at him and remained quiet for a moment before opening your mouth, "no" you shook your head. "I just....I just want tonight to be fun, I want you to have fun, I want this for us, just one day without anything pulling us down, okay?"

Taehyung nodded slowly, not sure what could have sent you into a spiral like this, but respecting your decision to not speak on it. "Okay, yeah, we will have fun okay?" he whispers, hand now holding yours as he got closer to you, wiping away your tears. "don't cry, everything will be alright sweet girl" he brings you into a tight hug as his words are close to brining you to cry again. You can blame it on being hormonal, but something about the comforting nature of the boy in front of you made you just want to constantly be there, support and love him for what he is. You would cling to him like a koala if you had the chance.

but he wasn't yours, and you were not his.

You had not been the best friend to taehyung for the past few weeks, something youve tried to make up for by either cooking, or buying him new art tools. You even stayed up late with him a few nights ago just letting him rant about all the shit on his plate. It made you realize that this boy would tell you every little detail about his life, he trusts you so much, yet you couldnt even be honest about the kaito situation.

Guilt was the best emotion to describe the feeling in your chest.

The best thing you could do tonight is to treat him like he were king of the world, he deserves a break, and it would kill you to have to be the one to ruin it again.

You sniffled and looked back at him, "so are you gonna show me the menu of the restaurant or what?"

Taehyung laughed lightly, squeezing your hand as he helped you up and led you out into the living room with him.

-

Every time Taehyung see's you upset, he feels as if those emotions transfer to him. If he could snap his fingers, or wave some magic wand, he would make it so you never cried again. A part of him was upset that you didnt feel comfy enough to open up about what exactly was bothering you, yet at the same time, he was able to understand your reasoning. You two fought more in the past few months than you have in your entire lives, it felt like walking on eggshells every time he spoke, he was fearful of losing you as a friend, so he made sure each word that came out of his mouth was nothing but delicate, kind, and loving.

He buttoned up his suit, smiling at himself in the mirror as he sprayed on some cologne you bought for him last Christmas. He remembers how much you loved to cuddle up to him when he got home from work, hiding your face in his neck, complimenting how good he had smelled.

Seems like those memories are so distant, in a way he almost mourns them. He is grateful to even have you at all, but as time goes on he truly believes he may never get over you, that you will always just be the one that actually got away.

He looks down at his drawer in his bathroom, the drawer that had been shared by you whenever you had used his bathroom. It hadnt been open in a while, but as he looked through it, he couldnt help but laugh.

purple nail polish.

You asked him if you had left it in his bathroom and he told you no. He thought it was cute that its the shade youve always worn. He even bought you a new bottle just so he could keep the one you left behind.

His mind flickers back to when you had begged him to let you paint his nails, after about 30 minutes of pestering, he finally gave in, letting you give him the full spa treatment.

He softly smiled as he examined the polish, carefully putting it back before walking out and into the living room.

"AHH you look so cute!" you giggled and ran up to him, squishing his bread cheeks. Tae had never worn a suit before, but you took him shopping a few days ago and convinced him he would look really good in one, and he has to admit he feels pretty well fit in it.

You fluffed his hair up and smiled softly, watching his eyes scan over you, something that made you blush. "You look really good, is this a new dress?" he asked quietly

"wow you noticed" you teased

"Of course, you look so pretty in it" He wanted to go on, he wanted to tell you how beautiful your smile looked and how it didnt matter what you wore, because in the museum full of brilliant art, he probably would only be able to look at you tonight.

"thank you" you shyly spoke, "are you ready?"

He held up his canvas, smiling brightly and nodding. "Here" you placed a plastic bag over the art so it wouldnt get destroyed or ruined in any way, especially since it was raining out.

"thank you" he spoke, lifting it up again before grabbing the umbrella and walking towards the door. "Lets go win that prize and rub it in everyones face" you tease, cheering as you made your way down the hall, tae walked behind and watched your childish nature, giggling to himself.

-

It was crowded.

You didnt even know there was this many art students in your school.

"just stay with me, its okay" Tae whispered to you after dropping off his artwork at the front table so they could enter it into the contest. He noticed your fidgety state, gently grabbing one of your hands with his own. You offered a light squeeze in acknowledgment.

"Taehyung!!!"

You both turned around to see Annie running up, smiling brightly with a glass in her hand. "Uhg Im so glad you made it, did you submit your work??"

"yeah I just gave it to them" he pointed at the adults working the table. "great, I seriously cant wait to see your work hung up, I know whatever it is will be beautiful."

"ah thank you, you are too kind" he spoke softly, feeling your grip on his arm tighten.

"Hi Annie" you spoke, annoyed that she chose to ignore you. "Oh hi!" she waved. "Im sorry, I forgot your name, what is it sweetheart?"

Taehyung scoffed quietly, stopping you from speaking before him "Her name is Y/N, I only talk about her all the time" he looked down at you, offering a reassuring smile.

"Oh, I forget everything im sorry" she giggled loudly. "cmon, lets go get something to drink" She tugged on his other arm eager to get him away from you.

"do you want anything?" he mouthed to you, making you shake your head. "no, go have fun" you offer, watching him give into annie's aggression with a sad smile, walking away.

You took your time walking around the exhibit, stopping at each frame to read the small descriptions and notes. You were never super artsy like Taehyung was, but it was impressive to see how dedicated he was.

you made your way through the large crowds of chatter, searching for taehyung before spotting him in the corner by the food stand. You walked over and gently hugged him from behind, it wasnt an act of anything, you just hated being in crowded areas, so you clung to him as best you could. His hand gently grazed along your arm before turning, a audible scoff from Annie is heard as he turns to face you.

"Hi sweet girl, You okay?"

"yeah" you nod, "I was just looking at all the art, which is beautiful but I think they have nothing on yours"

"Youre biased" he chuckled

"tsk tsk, I tell the truth" you giggled, hugging him as you rested your head on his chest, his arms around you loosely. To any onlookers, you two were a couple.

You both are naturally cling people, perhaps it can be to blame for how you both fell so easily into the friends with benefits thing.

"I didnt know you guys were dating" annie took a sip of her wine, gesturing between the both of you.

"oh no, we arent" you quickly spoke, "we are just really close"

"ah..." she trailed off and gave a knowing look to Taehyung, making him shrug. He didnt like to be mean, but he also liked seeing how jealous she got of you. He would never date Annie, and he felt guilty for maybe leading her on, but he feels pride in knowing that shes jealous of you.

you are his girl whether you were dating, friends, anything, everyone knew that.

"they have food if you are hungry" he suggested, patting your back to get your attention.

"Oh, thats okay, im saving room to stuff my face with Tteokbokki later" you both giggled,

"lets go look around, yeah?"

you nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the judgmental girl watching you both like a hawk.

You noticed his frown as you sat in front of a canvas filled wall, "whats wrong, tae?"

"these are all....amazing..." he gestured towards a few, head lost in thought and self doubt.

"bubs, i promise you, yours is just as good if not better. remember what I said, no matter what happens, the outcome will be okay" you rubbed his shoulder, watching a small smile appear on his face.

"everything will be okay" he whispered to himself, taking a deep breath before nodding

-

As the night went on, guests were informed that the ranking and award ceremony would be taking place in just 15 minutes. Taehyung had been wrapped up in conversation with another one of his classmates, eyes absent mindedly searching around the banquet hall for you.

You told him a bit ago that you were gonna go grab a drink, and its been 10 minutes.

Across the room, little to his knowledge, you were wrapped up in your own conversation with a boy who caught you admiring his own work. "It took me a few months" the boy spoke softly, both of you standing in front of his painting. "You didnt want so submit it into the competition?" you asked, watching him shake his head. "I dont need people judging my art, it doesnt matter what they think. I like being able to just put it out into the world for what it is, I dont need a prize for that"

You were taken back by how well and soft spoken he was, unsure how to respond, "Whats your name by the way?"

"My name is Jung Hoseok" he bowed his head lightly, smiling brightly at you. "Ah nice to meet you Hoseok, Im Yun Y/N"

"pleasure meeting you" he spoke, shaking your hand. "so are you here tonight for your own art?" he added

"oh no, no, I am definitely not an artist", you giggled. "Im here with my best friend, he is the one participating tonight"

Taehyung finally found an out in the conversation and began his search for you, pushing through the room to see you standing next to some stranger. He would be lying if he said he didnt like to see you with other men, especially Hoseok, who was in his art class. He would rather you be standing with Kaito at that point.

"Oh taehyung!" Hoseok greeted the man you didnt even know stood behind you, making you turn and smile. "Sorry, I got lost" you giggled, taking his hand as he moved beside you. "Hello Hoseok" tae bowed his head.

"Y/N told me you are trying for the contest, good luck, I heard the judges tend to pick favorites" he laughed and tapped his arm, making him awkwardly smile. "I think he will be ok, wait until you see his painting, its beautiful" you spoke up

"Im sure" he looked at you both, bowing politely before walking off into a new conversation with his nearby friends.

"dont let his charm get to you, he isnt the nicest person" taehyung turns and speaks, gently leading you back to the front of the banquet hall.

"What? he seemed so sweet" you spoke

"I heard he is kind of....you know....like, he likes to play with multiple women at once" he explained as best he could, making you smile, "a man whore" you suggested, making him laugh. "yeah, a man whore"

"dont worry, Im not interested. Ive had enough boy drama to keep me away from any penis within a 5 mile radius" You spoke, watching Taehyung burst out in laughs. "speaking of him, is kaito mad you are here?"

"If he is, I dont care, tonight isnt about him, only you"

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A few moments later, everyone had gathered into the front of the banquet hall, a panel of 3 judges proudly standing on the small stage ready to reward the prizes in rankings of the top 5 works of art submitted tonight.

"I am so nervous" Taehyung whispered, not directly at anyone but himself. You looked back and smiled, grabbing his hand and entwining it with your own. "Stop stressing, your hair is gonna go grey." you both quietly giggled before the lady on the mic began to speak.

"Thank you all so much for coming to our annual art banquet show, this is the 11th year we have been graciously welcomed back and we could not be more excited as the number of participants grow each year." she adjusted her glasses before speaking again. "Tonight is not about winning, or being the best, it is about recognizing talent of all unique levels, seeing things from other peoples eyes, its about the beauty of art"

The audience clapped lightly, making you smile as you looked around at everyone piled up together in anticipation.

"With that, I believe we are ready to begin the gift ceremony. The other judges and I graded on not only the art itself, but the impact received through it, we were looking for those who went outside the box, and we are happy to say we were not disappointed."

Taehyung looked at the black cloths that hung over the art work that was pinned on the wall up front, unsure if his was one of them or not.

"I'll remind everyone of the prizes, 5-3 place recieve a generous cash prize, as well as a discounted art session for next semester, 2 place recieves a larger amount of cash, while 1st place gets a visit to the Louvre Museum in Paris France, fully paid!"

The crowd happily cheers, the excitement in the room can easily be felt. You were nervous for Taehyung, not because you didnt think he could win, but you knew how much he wanted this trip. You wanted to see him happy, and most importantly, you wanted him to be proud of himself.

"We will now begin" The older woman walks to the lined up art, standing in front of one. "In 5th place, we will happily be awarding this to...." she gently pulled the black sheet off, revealing the art as the crowd clapped happily.

"Seo Yoon, with 'a walk with existence'"

you looked around to see the girl stand up and go to collect her certificate, bowing and thanking the judges.

"4th place, goes to.... Park Jimin, with 'serendipity'"

Everyone cheered as the younger man walked up to join the others.

You felt taehyungs hand squeeze yours lightly, as the 3rd person was revealed and it wasnt him, now he was eager. He either got 2nd, 1st, or none at all.

you gently rubbed his back as the woman went to reveal 2nd place. "In 2nd, we have..." the painting was revealed, "Kang Annie, with 'daydream'"

You both looked at eachother, "I didnt think her art was that good" taehyung claps but whispers in your ear, making you giggle and hold his arm for support. The tension in the room grew as the judge made her way to the remaining painting, the cloth gathering in her hand.

"and for first place, we, the judges have decided to reward...." the curtain felt like it fell in slow motion, taehyung quite literally on the edge of his seat.

"Kim Taehyung with 'Forever and a day'"

You jumped up immediately as his name was called, his beautiful painting on display for everyone to see as claps and "congratulations" were gifted his way.

"I won?" he mumbled, standing as you grabbed him close, hugging him tightly. "I fucking knew you could win!!! Im so proud!!!' you cupped his face and smiled, making him smile as well.

"get up there and claim your prize" you mumble, urging him up to the stage where he went to collect his prize and certificate. "Congratulations to everyone who won, and everyone who participated! lets get a round of applause for all the talent here tonight"

The room clapped loudly as you caught his eye, smirking and chanting loudly, maybe a bit too loudly for an art show. He laughed and congratulated the other winners, giving annie some bullshit answer when she joked about being his Paris plus one.

"You have no fucking idea how proud I am, Taehyung" you hugged him once more as you two started to get ready to head out. He made sure you took 10 million photos of his painting on display, making it your lock screen on your phone.

"I still cant believe I won.....it doesnt feel real" He joked, linking your arm with his as you both made your exit after saying goodbyes to everyone.

"wait until it hits, you are gonna be so proud of yourself. Paris....PARIS, taehyung, this shit is huge. Im not gonna lie, I almost cried when I heard your name"

"you did not!" he chuckled as you both walked to your car.

"Yes I did, you just dont get it" you teased "felt like such a power moment, you just know annie was pissed too....little bitch"

Taehyung bit back his laugh as he sat in the drivers seat, pulling his seatbelt on and resting his head back as you got in. "Thank you for everything, for coming....for just being my support" he spoke kindly, wide grin stuck on his face.

"dont thank me, im always gonna be here for you, seriously. Now, lets go eat until we get full, order dessert we cant finish, take it home and get drunk" You put your seatbelt on, car filled with excitement and giggles as he began to drive to dinner.

He really did feel excited, He was mostly in shock on how he was able to win something he threw together last minute.

Blame it on the alcohol, but some deep part of him wanted to come clean in this very moment, as you were now in the crowded restaurant, music blasted as you sang loudly, you looked so beautiful and alive.

The painting was about you.

Taehyung spent hours dedicating himself to that painting, and it was about you. It seemed like a perfect time to just rip the bandaid off right now, a night where everything was going right.

"y/n..." he mumbled, watching as you happily looked over at him, his heart now in his throat. you stopped dancing and made your way over to where he sat at the bar, your drunken self leaning forward to hear him over the music.

"I just wanted to tell y-"

"youre so handsome, jesus christ I hate you" you interrupt, words slurring as you look at him lovingly.

He knows you are drunk, but the comment still made him laugh, "thank you" he whispered as you walked back out to the dance floor, dragging him with you.

"ah y/n, im not really a dancer"

"you dont need to be, just listen to the music and feel it" you shout, jumping around and holding his hands. He has to admit, seeing you away from your usual tight knit persona was really attractive, of course he admired you always, but he never saw this side before, it was new and exciting.

He allowed himself to relax a bit, taking another shot before finally giving in and dancing with you in the crowded bar. "thats it!" you yell, jumping around with him as you both fell into fits of giggles. "cmere" you turned around and pressed your back to his chest, and even in his drunken state, his heart still fluttered at the sudden contact. You carefully danced against him, not in a promiscuous way, simply just a light sway.

You two ended up spending a bit too much money at the bar, making tae ultimately put a cap on the drinks for the night. You werent ready to leave yet, so he ordered a basket of fries and water, sitting at a table with you in the next room.

"we have to sober up just a little bit, I still have to drive home" he giggled and sat beside you, taking a few fries and shoving them into his mouth. "thanks bubs" you slur, eating the fries and chugging water like you havent had any in weeks.

"are you having the best day of your life?" you ask, making him smile, "yeah, I am actually" he held a fry up and fed it to you. "good, me too" you spoke, mouth open and full of food.

the two of you sat and spoke until you felt some of the alcohol waving off, "hmm, do you wanna go home?" you asked him, noticing how tired you both were getting.

It had been almost 5 hours youve been here, and you didnt want him to only stay because you wanted to.

"yeah...its kinda late" he smiled softly, standing up and helping you.

"youre okay to drive?" you ask, watching as he looked into the next room, listening to the jazz song that was playing.

"tae?" you walk over, watching him turn and smile. "wait, before we leave.." he held your hand and led you into the other room. "dance with me, just one last song" he looked down at you, and there was no way to say no to him.

You two were surrounded by some older couples, all of them turning their attention to you as you made your way into the center of the floor, saxophone blaring through the speakers.

Taehyungs long arms wrapped loosely around your waist, resting just above your butt, your arms reaching up to hold his shoulders as you two slowly swayed to the music.

"Why are you looking at me like that" you mutter, thankful for the dark lighting hiding the current blush on your face.

"Like what?" he smiled

You shrug, giggling softly, "I dont know" you bit your lip and looked at him, alcohol still able to be felt deep in your veins.

"whats so funny, hm?" he teased, looking directly at you with a wide smile, "whats my girl always laughing about?"

you shyly looked down, the weight of his gaze too much. Your head rested against his chest as butterflies filled your stomach. this was wrong.

"you cant say that" you whine quietly

"why not?" he stood back and gently spun you around, making you smile as your hands returned to his shoulders.

"because....im not your girl" you mumble, eyes fixated on both of your feet below.

He sighed and rested his head against yours, words not needed, yet actions saying much more as his hands squeezed your waist gently, rubbing up and down carefully.

you looked up at him finally as the song was coming to a close and allowed yourself to just be, smiling as he looked at you. "You will always be my girl" he whispered so only you two could hear, he quickly turned, grabbing your hand. "lets head home"

You felt breathless, and most of all guilty....but not in the way most would think. You were guilty about not feeling guilty. You had fun, and you werent going to apologize for the mindless flirting that occurred tonight.

-

The both got out of the car and jumped under the hood of your apartment complex, looking at the rain pouring.

"I had fun, tae..."

"I did too" he looked at you hopefully, his hand returning to yours.

"we need more time for just us, we've been so wrapped in other shit" you sigh, the sound of rain surrounding both of you.

"I agree, I dont care what we do, im always enjoying myself with you"

You smirk and jokingly jump towards him, embracing him tightly "ahhh tae tae...what will I do with you, little art boy" you smile as he laughs.

You both pull away, arms still on eachother as you stood outside your home. There was a moment of quietness, eyes scanning over eachothers faces.

"Tae...." you whisper, gathering your thoughts before he slowly leans in, nose brushing yours. The top of his lip grazes against yours as you lean in, suddenly realizing what was happening as you pull your head away.

He didnt react sharply, just watching you with sad eyes.

"we cant" you whispered, shaking your head

"why not?"

"because we dont know what we are doing tae, we know better than this." you firmly say

"do we?" he spoke calmly, eyes still fixated on you.

"yes.."

He looks down at your hands, squeezing them "please...."

You frown when he isnt looking, dragging your hand to pull his wet hair out of his face. "Im sorry" you softly spoke, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, "lets go get some rest, yeah?"

he waits a moment before nodding, silently following you into the apartment.

You werent sure what exactly was in the air tonight, but you knew something changed, and maybe it was the universe finally answering your call.

A/n: sorry ...

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Rowan Laslow - Hurt

Background- Rowan and Y/n have been best friends forever and they both have feelings for one another but are oblivious to it. Recently he's been going to Nightshade meetings more often, leaving y/n alone to fill her own time.

Not proof read!! Please do not post my work to any other sites or steal it!! If you have any requests dm me!

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Third person Pov-

Y/n and Rowan sat in his dorm, finishing up their project for botany. Rowan hated botany. He had no special interest in plants or flowers or nature of any sort. But he knew y/n did. He looked up at her, observing her squinting her eyes in focus at the drawing she had been working on.

The two had practically grown up together. Before Rowan's mother died, she was best friends with Y/n's aunt, who y/n lived with. After his mother died he began spending a lot more time at the L/n household. His father wasn't too interested in what Rowan did, and kind of detested him because of how much he resembled his mom.

Nevertheless, Y/n and her aunt took Rowan in. He even had his own room at their house.

At about age 13, he began to realize he was deeply in love with her. Since he practically lived with her he got to see all sides of her. This included seeing her sob after her first heartbreak, laugh until she couldn't breathe, and get so mad to the point where she was quite literally red in the face.

He adored every side. He adored everything about her.

He snapped back into reality, hearing her call his name in that voice that drove him nuts.

"Rowan?" she asked, trying to get his attention.

He mentally screamed at the sound of her saying his name.

"Sorry what?"

"I asked what you think about the drawing."

"Oh. Sorry."

He turned his head to observe the picture. They were assigned a tiger lily. His mouth opened a little bit. The drawing was perfect.

"Wow. That's really good. You're gonna give Xavier a run for his money."

Y/n blushed at the compliment. She had been doing her best at trying to make the drawing look as good as possible. She didn't want rowan to think she was incapable.

Just recently she had caught feelings for the Laslow boy. She never really paid him much mind before until earlier in the year. She saw him get hurt during fencing and went with him to the nurse's office. Seeing him there with his hair perfectly parted to the side, glasses sitting perfectly on his nose, and sleeves rolled up a little made her want to die. She thought back to that moment at least twice a day.

She tried forgetting about the skip in her heart when she saw him at that moment, but couldn't push it out of her head. About two weeks ago, she realized she was madly in love with him and gave in to her feelings.

"Thanks, Row. Now I just have to color it in." She looked up at him, sucking in a breath realizing how close they were.

"I could do that part. I mean you pretty much just did the whole thing." he chuckled.

"Uhh. Okay yeah, go ahead."

"Great. I'll finish it before it's due next Monday."

Rowan suddenly realized how close he was to the girl. He didn't want to be weird, so he scooted back as subtly as possible when he put the drawing in his bag.

Y/n frowned at the movement. She had thought that just maybe he was that close on purpose. Guess he was too close for comfort.

Rowan had taken off his jacket and was just in his button-up and vest. Y/n watched his back muscles contract as he leaned down to put his stuff away. Fencing sure did pay off.

He sat up and caught the girl zoned out, staring at his back.

"...You okay?"

"Wha- uh yeah. I'm great. Fantastic actually", Y/n said, hoping it wasn't too noticeable that she was staring at him.

He nodded and picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. Y/n knew what was coming. The two had this unspoken thing with each other where they gave a hug whenever the other left. Recently she had been dreading this. Every touch they shared sent an electric pulse through her body.

She sighed, looking up at him with a sad face.

"Do you have to go?"

Rowan looked down to hide the crimson blush that he could feel spread across his face. They used to hang out all the time, but ever since Rowan joined the Nightshades he had been spending less and less time with the girl. In his defense, he was working on building up the courage to ask the others if she could join. Until then, he had to keep it a secret from you. He didn't know why he was so nervous. They all loved you anyway.

"Yeahhh. Xavier needed me to tutor him for algebra."

"Ah. Okay. Well..bye."

She stood up and mentally prepared herself for what was to come.

When did he get so tall?

He pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her neck. She wrapped hers around his waist, face right in his chest. They stood there for a moment just holding each other.

They both inhaled. As y/n took in the smell of Rowan's light cologne mixed with fresh cold air, he took in the smell of her green apple shampoo and conditioner. Her hair products frequently changed, so he was always excited to see what she chose this time.

Even though they both grew extremely nervous about this hug every time it came, it was addicting. Neither of them could get enough. It was like an excuse just to touch each other based on a tradition from when they were kids. They both mentally cursed and thanked their past kid selves for it. It had grown to mean so much more.

"Sure you don't wanna stay? I'm gonna sneak out and go into Jericho for some coffee and snacks.."

Rowan tried to think of an excuse. He felt bad for ditching their usual hang-out together (again..), but this was the meeting he would ask if she could join. They would finally be able to join each other again.

"I can't. His test is coming up soon. No time to waste."

"Right. Okay. Bye Rowan."

"Bye Y/n"

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Rowan closed the door behind him and immediately felt sick. He knew Y/n was upset with him, but it would all be worth it after tonight.

But he just kept thinking.

Maybe if you got the courage to ask sooner you wouldn't have to feel this way, and she wouldn't be upset.

No. What's done is done. No point in feeling bad about it now. It wasn't like waiting an extra day was gonna kill her.

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Y/n pulled her jacket on and grabbed her wallet in a huff. She knew Rowan wasn't tutoring Xavier for algebra tonight. Xavier was in geometry with her, and their test was yesterday.

Knowing he lied to her angered Y/n. Why would he be ditching her like this? What if there was a girl?

She shook her head trying to shake off the thought of Rowan being in love with someone else. Whatever. Maybe a latte and some chips would get her mind off of this.

She snuck out of the school doors, shivering once she felt the breeze hit her. She knew she should have grabbed Rowan's hoodie he had given her instead but was too stubborn to wear something of his right now when he had pissed her off so badly.

She began heading through the woods, observing her surroundings. She had always felt one with nature. It was peaceful to her.

As her journey continued, she didn't make it too far in before she heard a low growl.

"Enid?" she asked wearily.

Enid was always messing around with her like this. Even though she hadn't wolfed out yet, she had still always had a knack for growling and scaring the girl.

She heard it again.

"Enid come on this isn't funny. Come out!" she demanded.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as a strange creature crawled out of the darkness.

Y/n immediately started sprinting back toward the school. She had almost reached the front lawn when she felt her legs give out from under her. She was pulled back by her leg and flipped over until she felt the violent stabbing pain of the creature clawing open the skin on her chest and legs. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would find her and come help. Her adrenaline got the best of her, as she was frozen in shock and fear. She suddenly snapped back to reality when the monster had finished with her.

She felt the burning of the wounds and the wetness of the blood seeping through her clothes in the cold night air. She couldn't scream anymore, and the blood rushing out of her drained her energy. She reached down and slowly pulled out her phone, pressing Rowan's contact to call him. Even though she had been mad, she needed him right now, and he was the closest thing to family around here.

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Rowan looked down at his phone repeatedly buzzing in her pocket. His face lit up with joy seeing Y/n's contact. He had already asked and received the blessing for her to join the club he was buzzing with excitement. When he asked everyone look at him like he was stupid.

"Dude, why didn't you just ask before? We love having her around. I'm surprised she isn't already one of us." Xavier said.

He got a bunch of different "yeah" and "Duh of course" from the entire group. Easy enough then. He had just sat down and started drinking a mocktail Yoko had made. He was just about to text and ask if he could come to her dorm because he had good news when he got her call.

Rowan picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hey, I was just about t-"

He stopped. He heard sobbing from the girl and immediately stood up, already on edge.

"Y/n what's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"I...need help. Now. Monster...attacked..me... "

"Ooooh My god. Okay. OKAY. IM COMING. Send me your location I'm on my way."

"O...K...." Y/n sobbed.

Rowan hung up and took his robe off. It was time to go. NOW. He didn't even bother explaining to the others. He rushed out and ran towards the location you had sent him.

He made his way toward the edge of the campus lawn, finding you passed out on the grass. Not considering the circumstances, you looked peaceful. Your long eyelashes over top your cheeks and the moonlight above you shone across your face.

But Rowan didn't have time to think about that. He had to act fast.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he quickly used his telekinetic powers to lift you into the air and had you floating behind him as he broke out into a jog to the nurse.

He got to the nurse and quickly explained what happened. The nurse told him to go get her clothes as she tore off the bloodied ones and cleaned the poor girl up.

Rowan rushed down to your dorm and flipped the light on. Yoko was your roommate, and she was still at the meeting so he didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. He went through the items in your closet, knowing you would want something to be comfortable in. He grabbed a tank top and shorts, knowing you also might not want anything touching your stitched-up wounds.

He grabbed some of your things along the way, knowing you would be spending at least a couple of days in the infirmary. On the way out he spotted his hoodie laying across a chair. He grabbed that too.

Turning the light off and shutting the door, Rowan rushed back, waiting to see what your state was.

He entered the door and handed the nurse your stack of clothes through the curtain. He didn't want to look in and invade your privacy. He tried talking to the nurse through the curtains. He was very impatient.

"How is she? Is she going to be okay? What's going on?" he asked frantically.

"Well she lost a lot of blood, and she's going to need MANY stitches. As of right now, I'm not sure when or if she'll wake up. But ill let you know..." she responded.

He sucked in a breath and held it for a second. This was all his fault. If he asked sooner or left the meeting earlier, or just stayed with you, this would have never happened. He let a single tear roll down his cheek but quickly wiped it away.

For the next couple of hours, all he did was wait. The nurse finally came out.

"She'll make it. But she'll be out for a while. As I said, Miss L/n lost a lot of blood. She's numbed up for now but she'll be in pain for the next few days. If you want you can go check on her. She's cleaned up."

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. Do you mind if I stay with her until she wakes up?"

The nurse smiled at his request. The simple act reminded her that young love still existed. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the cuts and bruises from fights she was constantly healing.

"Go right ahead"

__________________________

Y/n woke up dizzy, but stable. She felt sharp pains and something burning all over her. She lifted the hem of her shirt, seeing bloodied stitches all across her abdomen. She pulled down the waistband of her shorts and saw the same thing on her thighs. Same thing on her arms.

At least I'm alive

She looked over to see Rowan sleeping in a chair next to her bedside. A nurse walked over and checked up on her while y/n stared. The nurse glanced up and looked over to see her looking at him so intently.

"Your boyfriend there stayed with you for the past 2 days. He barely leaves your side. Reminds me of how close my husband and I are."

Y/n didn't want to ruin the moment and tell her it wasn't her boyfriend so she just replied "Yeah we're really close."

The nurse walked away. Since she was awake now and Rowan was asleep, it was her turn to watch over him. She looked over all of him, from the freckles on his face to his cupid's bow. She loved every.single.part.

She was still laying down observing his face when he began to stir. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted off his glasses a little bit to rub his eyes before he fully opened them.

"Hey, you're awake! How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine. Sore. Thank you for saving me."

"It's the least I could do. You're here because of me in the first place."

"Are you kidding? I understand you had things to do. I was going whether you were there or not. This isn't your fault."

"Listen there's something I need to tell you..."

Y/n raised her eyebrow and slightly nodded, telling him to keep going.

"I'm a part of a secret society here called the Nightshades. Recently we've been having more meetings which is why I've had to ditch our usual time together so much. Last night was especially important because...I asked them if you could join. They said yes. So now we can do our usual hangouts again...I mean. Only if you want."

Her eyes widened at the statement.

"Really? Wow. Yeah, I'd love to join. And to think I thought.." she said the last part a little quieter, realizing she ratted herself out.

"You thought what?"

"Well, I knew you weren't tutoring Xavier. He's in my class. I thought. Well, I thought you were ditching me for a girl."

Rowan laughed at the statement, making y/n slightly glare for laughing at her.

"ME?"

He continued laughing but then saw the serious look on her face. He knew it was time. This may ruin their friendship, but holding on to this anymore would make him explode.

"Y/n, the only girl I want in my life is you. I've been in love with you since we were kids. When I saw you laying there, lifeless on the ground, all I could think about was how I never got to tell you how much you meant to me."

Her eyes went as big as saucers. She never thought he would ever say anything to her like that. She sat forward and stared down at her hands, trying to figure out how to tell him she reciprocated feelings.

Rowan sat in silence, worrying he made her uncomfortable. He stood up from his chair.

"Listen I'm gonna go I don't want you to thin-"

Y/n quickly turned to him, gripping his wrist with one hand to pull him down, the other hand on the back of his neck to pull him in.

As their lips connected they both melted into the kiss. Y/n felt him smile a little, but quickly force it down so he could go back to kissing her. He lifted his hand to her face and rubbed his thumb back and forth across her cheek.

Y/n sat up a little bit to deepen the kiss, trying to push away the immense pain she was feeling on her stomach, but eventually gave in. She sharply inhaled and leaned back to the spot she was in before, breaking contact between the two.

Rowan sat back down in his seat with a dopey smile spread across his face.

Y/n looked at him with what was only recognizable as unconditional love in her eyes.

"Rowan. I'm in love with you too. Every part of you. I've known you for so long, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without you here."

Rowan took her hand in his, drawing little circles on it as they both stared at each other with love in their eyes. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then whispered to her...

"I swear. I will never let anything hurt you ever again, my love."

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AND THATS IT!! Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates!

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Ted Lasso ask:

Reader has had a terrible week and everything is going wrong for the reader and by the time Ted comes home on Friday night, reader is drunk.

And things ensue from then on ...

i didn’t really focus on the reader being drunk because that’s just not my vibe. that being said, i do hope you enjoy! thank you for reading and requesting! i could not for the life of me decide what to title this...that's what took the longest haha. 

lose a day (or two) - ted lasso

pairing: ted lasso x gn!reader, established relationship

warnings:  drinking for the wrong reasons!!! no good very bad days, overwhelmed reader, talks of burnout

word count: 1.2k

summary: the wine might not make you feel any better about your terrible week, but somehow ted knows exactly how to. 

This just might have been the worst week of your life. No, this had definitely been the worst week of your life. 

It all started when you dropped your laptop. You don’t even know how it happened. As an editor, that thing was your livelihood. You were usually so careful with it. 

Of course you had to trip with it while it was open in your hands. 

Of course it had to land that way, cracking the plastic holding the two pieces together and snapping your poor laptop in half. 

“No, please, please please,” you cried, trying to hold the laptop together, pressing the power button and swiping on the trackpad in desperation. The screen stayed black. 

You held your breath as you checked your warranty, begging to whoever it was that watched over you that it was still covered. 

Of course it was not; the warranty had expired two months ago. You were lucky that you’d had enough in savings to go ahead and buy yourself another laptop.

To try and cheer yourself up a bit after ruining your laptop, you decided to put on your favorite outfit and go out for a tea the next day. Sure, it was another expense, but you felt like you deserved it. It was a little treat to make up for the fact that you were out of work and a decent chunk of money. It would at least help calm your nerves as you messaged the clients you were set to work with this week that you would be out of the office until your new computer came in. 

Yeah, that worked out great. 

Your favorite sweater had a hole in it. You settled for a different one and headed out, only to find that your little tea place was closed on Wednesdays. Frustrated, you just decided to go back home. 

“I guess it works out fine,” you’d told yourself. “I should’ve just made tea at home anyways.” 

Everything seemed fine for a moment. You thought your couple days of bad luck were just that: a couple days. 

That is, until you started to get emails back from your clients. Frustrated emails. Emails about how your not working was holding them back from continuing their own work. You tried to reason with them, tried to let them know that it was temporary. Your new computer was supposed to be in by Friday, and you’d be back to work as normal by Monday. A few understood. A few others…not so much.

You weren’t usually one to be incredibly vocal or expressive with your feelings, but it probably would’ve made a week like this weigh on you a little less to even just have people around. Unfortunately, it was an incredibly important week for AFC Richmond which meant you had to cope pretty much by yourself. Ted had been leaving so early and coming home so late that it felt like you guys were practically on opposite schedules. In fact, you’d only seen Ted twice this week. You’d not seen any of the others at all.

And that’s how you ended up here: alone on the couch, one empty bottle of wine on the table and another glass curled into your hands. Somehow, you still hadn’t cried. It was like no matter how much you wanted to, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You just stared at the television. You’d put on a movie, but at this point it was already halfway over and you’d not paid enough attention to have any idea what was going on. You didn’t even register the click of the lock as Ted came in. 

“Oh, you’re still up! Been so busy this week I thought I’d have to wait until tomorrow to finally be able to see ya!” He quickly slipped off his sneakers before making his way over to the couch. You looked up at him blankly.

“Hey,” you responded, barely a whisper. 

He glanced down at the bottle on the table, at the glass in your hands, and then finally back up at you. You still hadn’t said anything. He crouched down, taking the glass from your hands and setting it next to the bottle. He put his hands on the tops of your thighs to steady himself. 

“Everything okay, Billy Ray?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern as he took in your appearance. 

You knew it was meant to be lighthearted. It was just Ted being Ted, trying to gauge a situation and fix it to the best of his ability by being the funny guy. Somehow, though, that’s what broke you. Before you could even try and stop it, a tear leaked from the corner of your eye. Then, it was like they just wouldn’t stop. 

You gulped hard, shaking your head and looking down so Ted couldn’t see you crying. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” His hand found your cheek, wiping away some of the tears. He raised up, sitting next to you on the couch and pulling you into him. “Let’s talk about it.” 

You told Ted about your week. He knew you’d broken your laptop—that’s one of the few things you did get to tell him about this week—but he didn’t know about your clients. You felt stupid telling him about your sweater and your tea shop; they felt so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He listened to every word though, patiently nodding along and rubbing your back as you slurred through your story. 

“Well, clearly those clients never had an emergency of their own to deal with. There’s just nothing you can do to change their minds, and that’s okay. I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.” You shook your head, giving him a small smile. 

“You’ve been busy. You’re here now.” You kissed his cheek before trying to get up. You stumbled almost immediately, the floor swaying beneath you. 

“Yeah, let me help you with that,” Ted chuckled. He snaked his arm around your waist, helping you balance. 

——

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of cinnamon. You rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up. Oh yeah, the headache was strong. 

“You’re up! I brought us breakfast.” Ted came into the bedroom, setting a tray on the bed before crawling back in next to you. It had a plate of cinnamon rolls, two glasses of water, and some ibuprofen. 

“God, you’re the best” you responded, grabbing the water and the ibuprofen. 

“I thought maybe we could chill inside today, maybe watch some movies. Then maybe tomorrow, you know, since it’s not Wednesday, we could go pick you up some tea and then hunt for a new sweater. How’s that sound?” He smiled. 

“Oh, Ted, we don’t have to. You’ve had such a busy week. You deserve some rest, too.” You answered, grabbing one of the cinnamon rolls and taking a bite. 

If this man’s kindness wasn’t enough of a reason to be in a relationship with him, his baked goods really seal the deal. How’d he learn to bake like this?

“Spending the whole day with you? That is rest to me!” He reached over you to grab a cinnamon roll for himself. 

“I love you so much.” You looked up to find him already looking down at you. 

“I love you more.” He wrapped his arm around you. “Let’s have a better day today, yeah?”  

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 12:

As Monday rolled around, Scarlett and I made plans to go out for lunch. We chose a smaller restaurant in the city, it wasn’t very crowded and there was outdoor seating.

We arrived separately, not trying to draw unnecessary attention. As I saw her car pull up, I got out of the car and waited for her to step out.

As soon as we made eye contact, I had a smile on my face. Scarlett looked amazing as always, wearing a simple black long-sleeve shirt with a pair of light jeans.

“Hey,” I said as we finally got close enough. “Hi love,” we shared a quick hug but the lingering touch of her hand on my back was more than friendly. “Did you wait a lot?” Asked Scarlett. “I just got here like five minutes ago.”

Got to our table, and the waitress quickly gave us the menu before leaving us to choose. “How was your day so far? Anything interesting?” She asked as her eyes ran through the different types of food.

“I was writing all night and morning not gonna lie. I’ve written 3 chapters so at least I’ve got some work done,” I said and her eyes quickly shot up from the menu. “You need to sleep honey, jet lag is gonna be hell.” “I know but I had a lot of ideas and I just couldn’t put it down.” “But it’s almost done isn’t it?” Asked Scarlett. “I have one chapter left, I really want to give it a good end.” “I’m sure you’ll do great. And so that means I can read it soon?” She asked with hopeful eyes and a cheeky smile. “I’ll send you the already finished chapters, then the last one. Please, give me your honest review at the end. I need to know if it’s worth the work to put it out,” I sighed and the next second her hand was over mine, on top of the table.

Subtly looked around and I saw no one alarming, so I gently brushed my thumb over the back of her hand before pulling it away. “I’m pretty sure you did an amazing job and I can’t wait to read it,” Scarlett’s smile was genuine and sweet.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked quietly hoping nobody would hear the next part of our conversation. “Yeah, anything.” “I’m sure you’ve seen the articles and stuff, and I just wanted to know if your agent’s had any concerns or mentioned something about us. Because mine had and I just… I don’t know. You have a daughter and I know that you don’t want a short-term relationship and I totally agree with that, and I know it’s too soon to talk about being in a committed relationship or you know something like that. Gosh, I’m rambling, sorry,” I took a deep breath and waited a minute till I spoke again but before I could, I looked at Scarlett who had the biggest smile on her face.

“What?” I murmured and she just chuckled. “Can I say something?” “Please do,” I said pleadingly. “Yes, my agent asked about us. And I told him the truth, we’ve been talking for a while and enjoying our time together and that you were such a plot twist in my life and that uhm… I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend before you left for LA.” As she said the last words I leaned back in my seat and let out a shaky breath.

“Oh god did I ruin the whole thing?” I asked and she shook her head with a cute smile. “I was honestly so nervous that I couldn’t think of anything, so I decided I was gonna buy flowers and a bottle of wine. So no, you didn’t ruin anything.” “I love both of those things very much,” I said with a shy smile. Is she gonna ask me or that was it? Gosh, I’m so fucked.

“Can we take our food to go? I want this to be our thing, not everyone else’s,” said Scarlett, her eyes motioning to the two photographers gathered at the other side of the road. “Very good idea.”

***

Once Scarlett brought some flowers and we successfully got a wine that we both liked we met up at her place.

I had our boxed food and bottle of wine in my hands while Scarlett unlocked her front door. She smoothly opened the locks and then let me in first before closing the door behind herself.

“We could watch a movie or something,” Scarlett suggested as we started to unpack the food and pour wine for the both of us.

“Mhm, anything in mind?” I asked, putting the flowers in some water until I leave. “The devil wears Prada? I haven’t seen that in a while.” “Ooh that’s good, love it.”

***

We settled down on the couch, put the movie on, and with the boxes in our hands and the two glasses of wine patiently sitting on the coffee table, it was the most perfect amount I could wish for.

It has been about half an hour into the movie, when we both finished our dishes and were just cuddled up on the couch, sharing a blanket.

But then Scarlett leaned forward for both of our glasses, handing me mine. She paused the movie and then turned toward me with an adorable smile.

“I have never done this before so please be patient with me,” chuckled the older woman. I took a hold of her free hand and gently squeezed it. “I genuinely don’t know how to express myself without sounding like a complete idiot. But basically what I want to say is that since I’ve known about relationships and everything, I thought I’d end up with a man and when I met you my whole thinking just changed. And you make all of this look so easy and amazing. I have the best time with you, my daughter loves you so much and I see how much you care about her and it makes my heart burst out with happiness. And I like you so so much and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before which is crazy and makes me question every relationship I’ve ever been in. But the point is that I want us to be real and together because I love what we have and want this to be the best and most genuine thing we could have.”

Listening to her words and feelings made me a little teary-eyed because no one expressed their feelings to me like this. So honest and vulnerable. And I quickly realized how fast I started to catch feelings for this woman.

“I’m trying really hard not to burst into tears right now, so I’m gonna say this really quickly,” I said with an embarrassed chuckle.

“I know that we’re gonna get shit from the media and the public for every little detail of our relationship but I honestly don’t care as long as I have you because you are a dream. And I want this just as much as you do. You make me all giddy and stuff which doesn’t happen very often. So I just want to say I’m all in with you, with Rose because you guys are amazing and just… ugh I don’t know, I don’t have words, just come here,” I rambled the last few words before I pulled her close and kissed her with so many feelings and passion.

Her. That’s all I want and to fight for her love and just to be with her.

I had my hand on the side of her cheek while hers was on my side.

Getting rid of the glasses in our hands, Scarlett pulled me onto her lap and we were quick to get rid of every piece of clothing that was separating us.

“So all in?” Asked Scarlett as she pulled away to take a breath.

With a heaving chest and pink cheeks, I smiled widely with a nod. “All in.”

***

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MxN Week Day 1: Strength

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“Fifty-Nine… Sixty!”

Makoto let herself hang from the chin-up bar, sending a challenging look towards her work-out buddy.

“What’s my time,” she asked.

Brown eyes met her gaze and she tried to write off those butterflies in her stomach as just post-work out jitters.

“A minute better than last time,” Nat said, “wanna try for a run?”

A quick drought from her sports bottle and Makoto follows him to the indoor track.

She really shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts.

She doesn’t even know his name. But she’d memorized every part of him by now. Ever curve and swell of the muscles his workout gear showed off, ever strand of long, wavy hair that he usually keeps tucked into a bun during their sparring sessions or reps.

Really, she’s a 29-year-old woman. Should she really be panting after someone like she’s only fourteen again?

Especially when that someone’s tight ass is in front of her, God, and everyone else in dark red shorts that make her blood pressure jump.

She needs to get a hold of herself. Nat was her trainer. She needed to repeat that over and over in this head

“Hey.”

His voice breaks her out of her illicit thoughts. Makoto jogged up beside the object of her affections.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I was just thinking…” he said, “well, you know…”

“Yes…”

Wait, could this be it? Was he asking what she thought he was asking?

“When we’re done with the run, do you think…”

“Yes…?”

Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get ahead of yourself.

“Do you want to do strength training, maybe?”

She should have realized. In spite of the disappointment pooling in her chest, Makoto tries to smile.

“Sure. Strength training. That sounds good.”

“So, you failed again?”

Nat threw his gym bag into the hall closet of the apartment he shared with three other people.

“Shut up,” he said.

From his office, Zane rolled into the room on a swivel chair.

“Why is Nat telling you to shut up again?” he asked.

“He chickened out asking that one girl from the gym on a date,” Jude said, before returning to the book he was reading.

“I’ll ask her when I’m good and ready,” Nat said.

“Which could be never,” Jude said.

Nat scoffed and let the bathroom door slam shut behind him. They haven’t seen her. Makoto was…

How could he even describe her?

The moment she’d walked into the gym, he’d nearly dropped a dumbbell on his foot. She was just under six feet tall at least, definitely muscled and (God forbid he say it) stacked like pancakes.

The moment she’d asked for a spotter, he’d volunteered and spent the next hour watching as she broke records on the ropes and dominated the ring.

Dominate.

He grumbled to himself as he climbed into the shower as visions of Makoto standing on his chest, confidence brimming off of her, flooded his mind.

The gym didn’t need a damn lawsuit.

Nat turned the cold water on all the way to the left and let the shocking chill hit his skin, hopefully easing his frustrations.

But as much as he hated to admit it, Jude was right. If he kept putting it off like this, he’d never ask Makoto out and someone else would probably…

He couldn’t finish the thought.

Nat grabbed the shampoo and aggressively began to lather his hair.

Monday. He would ask her out on Monday come hell or high water. He’d ask her out to that little café on main street first thing when she walked through the doors and make sure to accept it if she turned him down. And if she said yes, make sure she had the best date ever. Yeah, he thought, no more strength training excuses. Next time, he’d ask “Makoto, do you want to go on a date with me?"

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