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inmyicyworld · 8 months

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kinktober - lingerie kink, mirror sex

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mob bucky barnes, established relationship, smut, p in v, lingerie kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sexy pictures, doggy style, butt slapping, hair pulling, dirty talk.

Author's note: I know for a fact that I won't be able to write for every day of the Kinktober event, but I still want to be a part of it lol. So if any of you have some spicy (or not) ideas, my inbox is open for requests or suggestions.

Also, I had too much fun with AI stuff and y'all... this Bucky Barnes makes me literally weak in the knees😩😩 (I have a few more AI-generated pics to add to my fics, if you'll like it.)

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before.

“miss you, baby.”

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear.

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet.

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment.

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word.

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before.

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card.

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there.

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise.

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it.

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk.

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.”

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words.

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation.

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck.

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself.

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him.

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display.

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience.

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?”

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other.

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance.

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you.

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands.

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts.

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked.

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum.

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up.

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing.

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside.

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff.

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you.

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach.

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed.

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.”

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank.

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valentiyne · 8 months

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𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 & 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗌 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Famous!Reader Summary: Requested! After 4 years of agreed no contact, one phone call and song takes back all that you've worked for. Warnings: Mild Cursing, Slight of Explicit Content. Word Count: 1k (not rlly proofread lol) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"So, Y/n tell us more about Calum Hood"

A name I hadn't heard in exactly 4 years to the very date.

48 months, 1461 days, and 35040 excruciating long fucking hours.

My face immediately lights up at the name nevertheless, brushing my hair behind my ear nervously,

"Hood? I'm not quite sure what this has to do with my upcoming EP coming out at midnight", I breathlessly laugh out, my eyes locking with the interviewer in front of me. My new work titled, "Bittersweet" was launching at midnight, only containing 4 songs to go along with the 4 bittersweet years I've spent away from him. It was hopeless of me to write about him, but he was the only source of inspiration I could find.

"Well you two had a bit of chemistry as far as we know, is that right?"

Sure we did. We spent over 6 years together on and off, but always came back to each other. He was my rock, my everything, but ultimately we knew it wasn't going to work out.

"Sure we did, I mean it was nothing but a mere innocent crush", I cross my legs now, my shaky hands clasped on top of my knees. The crowd was silent as excited fans packed into the small room to hear the soft launch before midnight.

"Well it was surely more than innocent", she motions to the screen next to us. "This picture was taken four years ago in Bali during the second leg of their tour", I mentally roll my eyes but smile anyway. A few people from the crowd squealed as the iconic picture of us in cuddled up on the beach was displayed, the same one he posted himself as an excuse to have me on his page.

"Like I said- It was a small crush" I was trying to convince myself more than everyone else.

I watch as the slideshow continues on, the screen filled with every single moment in time that Calum and I were spotted together across the world. A few innocent ones of us walking next to each other, to one taken on the balcony of a hotel. We were just kids who didn't know what they were doing- lost in the moment together. He will always have a place in my heart. When things ultimately ended, we both agreed to never speak again- it was only weighing each other down.

"Well I thank you for your time, I hope everyone enjoys the album and finds some comfort in the chaos", I stand up abruptly, extending my hand to shake the interviewer's hand. The crowd cheered quietly as I walked off the stage with a slight wave. I needed to get out of here, I felt like a complete idiot working myself up over someone that I no longer talked to.

I slipped past the stage crew as I shuffled out past the backdoors and towards the parking lot, my fingers fumbling with my keys as I tore my driver's door open and plopped down dramatically. The door shut behind me and I sighed to myself loudly,

That was fucking ridiculous, they didn't even ask anything about me. Just about someone I never wanted to mention. Of course, I could talk about him until the end of time, but it wasn't my place to do so anymore. He was playing sold-out shows every other day and had no worry about a girl back home who happened to have matching tattoos with him, right? The tattoo we shared was of a small flower underneath our ribs, the same flower he gave me on our one-year "situationshipversary" as he called it. It was a silly gesture that I treasured, the California wildflower that he pulled over on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway to pick during peak traffic on the way to my house. It now lay inside a small glass bottle hung around my neck, all wilted like our history.

I pull my phone from my purse, scrolling down to the bottom of my contact list, and clicking on the "DO NOT CALL!!!!" number. I hesitantly dial his number and bring it up to my ear,

"Hey! You reached Calum, I'm away from my phone right now but leave a message!", He declined it immediately, either that or his phone was dead. Not quite sure which one makes me feel better. I roll my eyes at the stupid prepubescent voice and turn my phone off.

I tossed my phone down onto my lap and leaned my head against the wheel. I subconsciously wanted to log back into my Instagram and scroll down an update page to find out anything about him. I had no idea what he was up to or who he was with, it's been years since I've last heard his voice.

"You know this isn't good for either of us, Y/n", he rang through my head as I remember standing on his porch in late July.

"Calum, we've been through this so many times- why can't we just try?"

He runs his hand through his freshly cut hair and shakes his head, "It never ends well, I feel like a fucking lost dog who always limps its way back to you.. I just- Fuck- I can't do thi-"

The last thing I remember was the door closing in my face, leaving me all alone with no closure. I could hear him on the other side, a thump on the door indicating he was leaning against it. I tried for the handle, jiggling it a few times before banging on it, begging for him to talk to me. I couldn't stay mad at him forever, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream at him, slap him in his beautiful face, and kiss him all at once.

My phone vibrating snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked down,

DO NOT CALL!!!!

My heart skips a beat, staring at my phone on my lap buzzing away. I bit my lip softly, pulling it closer to my face as I accepted the FaceTime call.

The camera was pointing to the ceiling when I answered, his voice booming loudly as he spoke.

"Hello?"

I let let a breath I didn't know I was holding, trying to gather the right words to say. What was I supposed to say after all this time?

"Cal?", my voice is softer than I had hoped for, the word slipping past my lip like it's begging to finally be let out.

"Holy shit", the camera shifts and he props it up against the wall, waving at me with one hand. Calum sits in his studio chair with his old bass in his lap, headphones pushed back against his long curly hair. His eyes are wide as he raises an eyebrow, "Shit, long time no see."

I adjust the camera against my steering wheel and scoot my seat back, allowing for a better view of myself as I smile innocently with an awkward wave. "Hi Cal, how ya been?" I see his eyes travel down to the necklace around my neck, my fingers dancing around the bottle as I speak.

"Shit, Y/n if I'd known it was you calling I would've answered way faster, I just had deleted your number-", he stops himself, looking up with a sympathetic crooked smile before sighing. I raise a hand up to reassure him instead, "Calum", god saying his name tugs at my heartstrings, "It's okay, I get it... we don't have to dance around it.. now what are you up to?"

He was lying, Calum hood was bluffing to my face and I had no idea. After all this time, he still had my contact listed as "My wildflower", but he couldn't dare admit to me that he didn't answer sooner because he was scared.

Scared of what I was going to say

Scared id tell him I found someone new

Scared of seeing or hearing me again

"I'm actually working on a song right now", he laughs and holds the iconic bass up, a small spot right under the strings that once had a star sticker I placed on it- now scraped off.

I make a face, reminding myself that that was the past and I shouldn't dwell on it too much, but seeing him happier without me didn't make me feel like I thought it would. A part of me wished he was as miserable as I was, cooped up in my room writing stupid songs that were confessing my raw feelings.

"What's it about?", I chirp up as he bends down to play a few notes on the keyboard next to him, assuming it's the intro.

"It's about someone that was in my life, uh someone you don't know- she came around afterward", he says slowly, not meeting my eyes through the screen. I just nod in agreement, opening my mouth to speak.

"Would you like to come over for dinner sometime this week?", The words flow out before I had time to think about it. As I wait for his response, I pick at my nails- a habit he absolutely hated. He would smack my hand out of my mouth every chance we were together, telling me "I'd get worms in my belly" I did stop for a while, but my bitten nails were the only reminder he was actually gone.

"Yeah, I would love to!- Look I'll let you go but we'll keep in touch alright?", He speaks quickly, his hand flying down in one swift movement. With that, he ends the FaceTime call and I'm left looking at my reflection. I looked dumbfounded, smiling to myself as wide as I could.

I couldn't let myself fall for this again, for him- we both knew it wasn't going to end well for either of us. But hell it's been 4 years and I've changed as a person, and by the looks of it, he has too.

My phone buzzed once, twice, and then three before I looked back up at it to see three new messages from none other than Hood.

DO NOT CALL!!!!: I kinda lied, you do know the person I wrote it about

DO NOT CALL!!!!: mp3.wildflower.calumdemo.rec

DO NOT CALL!!!!: my wildflower ;)

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neewtmas · 8 months

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A Fateful Bus Ride

A/N: I'M BACK! wohoo! Hopefully at least some people are happy about that whoops

I finally somewhat dug myself out of this slump I've been in (writing and otherwise) and this is my reintroduction piece, if you will. It's not my greatest work (when is something ever lol) but I think it's decent and if anyone has any more requests, I'd be happy to write them. This request is from literal months ago (I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope you're still interested) and it's the only one that didn't get deleted with my whole inbox bc I had started writing it already elsewhere. anyways, enjoy <3

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 2.2k

request: Could you make a George Karim x fem or gn reader where they are on their way to a mission and they have to ride a bus and there aren’t enough seats so she sits on his lap and he realizes he likes her and he confesses to her when they get home and he holds her in his arms (sorry if that is very specific It just came to me and it’s so cute) 💜💕 - by @iloveyousomuchhhhhh (it's not 100% exact but I hope you like it anyways :))

taglist: @maraschinomerry @marinalor @oblivious-idiot @lockwood-lover @givemea-dam-break (if you want to be added or removed, just send me an ask)

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George stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of tea when he heard a commotion in the basement. The door to the staircase was slightly ajar, and he heard the clattering of metal chains against the concrete floor, followed by some curses and then more clattering. After a short silence, in which he contemplated if he should go downstairs to check, he heard the stairs creak as someone stomped upstairs, chains loudly sounding against the metal of the steps. The door got pushed open, and Y/N entered the kitchen, arms full of chains. She was breathing heavily as she unceremoniously dropped them next to the kitchen table on the floor. "What idiot put them into the closet like that? Of course they would just fall out and break my goddamn toes." George cleared his throat. He knew the culprit all too well, but a look at Y/N's face told him it would be wiser to feign ignorance. So he just shrugged. "Maybe Lockwood was feeling lazy last night", he offered and took a sip of tea to hide the small smile that fought its way onto his lips. From the way she glared at him, he was sure that she knew exactly who was responsible for putting the chains away the evening prior.

She left the kitchen and pulled the door closed rather strongly, as she always did when she was irritated. If it had closed, the bang would have probably shaken the pictures on the wall in Lucy's room in the attic, but it didn't. Instead, Lockwood came in, pushing it open again. He seemed to be in a good mood and full of energy, strutting over to the kettle on the stove, lifting the top to check for the tea inside before turning around to George. His gaze fell to the pile of chains. "Why are there chains on the floor?" He didn't even wait for George to answer, instead, he kept talking as he grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured some tea in. "Just got the confirmation call, the case tonight is still on. Have you had a chance to gather some information?"

George filled him in on the findings the morning in the library had brought. It wasn't anything too special, it seemed to be a routine case. "Couldn't find any deaths related to the house or the ground it was built on. The lady on the phone talked about how the haunting started sometime after her great-aunt died. She wasn't living in the house though, so my bet is on some sort of haunted heirloom." Lockwood nodded contemplatively. "Sounds interesting enough."

An hour later, the four of them stood by the door, all packed and ready to go. Lockwood had the telephone by his ear, listening to what the person on the other side was saying. His expression turned from neutral to irritated quickly. He listened for a few more seconds, then said a curt goodbye before hanging up. "Can you believe it? Not a single cab is available in all of London. That guy must be mad!"

"What do we do now?", Lucy asked and Lockwood let out a long drawn sigh. "We take the bus. As the gentleman on the phone let me know, that is just as fine of transportation as a cab." He huffed, clearly of a different opinion. But complaining wouldn't get them to their destination any quicker, so they begrudgingly grabbed their equipment and left the house. Y/N had the straps of the duffle bag containing the chains thrown over her shoulder, and she quickly realised that carrying the heavy bag down the street would be much harder than simply carrying it a few metres to a waiting cab. She had a slight stumble in her step, the weight of the chains throwing her off balance.

"Do you need help with that?" George slowed down until she was next to him and extended his hand. "No it's fine", said Y/N through gritted teeth and attempted to keep walking. It was clearly not fine. George quickly caught up to her. "Just let me help you, Y/N." She sighed, setting down the bag and rubbing her shoulder with a grimace. "Fine. But let me at least carry your bag." George couldn't help but smile at her defiance. He remembered very well how long it took him to convince her to let him help her when she was struggling with something.

When she had started working for Lockwood & Co, she had been friendly but closed off - nothing that George hadn't experienced with Lockwood already. And after all, he himself wasn't known for being the most sociable person either. But something about her had caught his interest from the very first time she had walked through the door of 35 Portland Row. He handed her the much lighter duffle bag he had been carrying and picked up the one with the chains.

At the bus stop, they didn't have to wait too long, but that made their situation only marginally better. The bus that came to a halt in front of them was full, much fuller than one would expect at this time of day. But that's just how it was in the summer months, their work started when it was still light out, and that always meant that much more people were around. They hauled their bags and themselves into the vehicle and past the passengers already sitting inside. It was very apparent that the sight of their filled duffle bags, dark clothing and especially the rapiers that gleamed at their sides made the people around them somewhat uncomfortable. There were only three unoccupied seats left, and when Y/N, who entered the bus last, reached them, they were of course claimed by her colleagues.

It wasn't very comfortable, they had too much stuff with them and the bus was already overfull. "Do you wanna sit down?" George asked her and was already about to get up to let her have his seat, but she shook her head and motioned him to sit back down. "It's fine. I can just sit on the bags." They had stacked the bags to not take up any more space. But before Y/N could find a way to make herself comfortable on them, the bus driver started the engine back up and the bus lurched forward. She stumbled back, losing her grip on the pole she had held onto and landed on George's knees. She immediately started apologizing profusely, embarrassed by their sudden closeness. "It's fine, don't worry", George interrupted her, feeling a little overwhelmed by how flustered he felt all of a sudden.

She didn't try to get up and away from him immediately, and George surprised himself with his boldness as he pulled her closer so that she was on his lap completely. "Just stay here. If that's fine with you", he added hastily, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Maybe that was a little too forward. He half expected her to jump up and get as far away from him as possible, but instead, she sheepishly nodded and didn't move. George turned his head to look out of the window, and he could feel the stares of both Lucy and Lockwood almost burning holes in the back of his head.

It was quite a long drive to the house they would be working at tonight, and George was happy to notice that Y/N seemed to get more comfortable with every passing minute. Where she was sat straight at the beginning, she was now leaning back against his chest. And again, with a boldness he didn't know he had he wrapped his arms, which had been by his side until now, around her waist and pulled her even closer to him. For a few seconds, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest as he held his breath and waited for her reaction. But she just crossed her arms, placing them on top of his.

They spent the rest of the drive like this, and it was only when they reached the final stop, that George reluctantly pulled away his arms from her to let her get up. She didn't look at him, but her cheeks were pink as she grabbed her bag and dragged it off the bus. They were to only ones to get off at this stop, and so they stood alone on the sidewalk as the bus drove off. George prayed that no one would say anything about what had just happened. Luckily, neither Lucy nor Lockwood seemed to be in the mood for any teasing, though he could still feel them looking at him curiously. He chose to ignore them.

The case was just about as uneventful as he had predicted, and the source of the ghost - the great-aunt's necklace - had been found and cleared pretty quickly. Still, when they arrived back at the bus stop, it was dark. It was obvious that Lockwood still wasn't happy with this kind of travelling, but at least they didn't have to wait too long. This time, the bus was empty - no one besides agents was still outside now. The bus driver looked even more unhappy than Lockwood, and it was clear that he too would have preferred for them to have taken a cab.

But George was convinced that neither of them - neither the bus driver nor Lockwood - was quite as unhappy as he felt when he realised there was absolutely no reason for him and Y/N to repeat the seating arrangement from before. With them being the only four passengers, there were plenty of free seats available. But what somewhat lessened his disappointment, was the fact that Y/N chose the free seat next to him to sit.

Back home in Portland Row, George put on a kettle on the stove. Lockwood and Lucy had excused themselves to bed even though they came back earlier than usual from their case. Y/N on the other hand stayed with him in the kitchen while they waited for the water to boil. She was telling him about something that happened last time she had gone grocery shopping, but while he usually had no problems paying full attention to whatever she was saying, tonight it was different. He couldn't stop thinking about the bus ride. He had known before that he liked her, and that it was very different from how he liked Lockwood and Lucy - but it hadn't been clear to him just how much he liked her. And the way she had reacted to him - it gave him hope that maybe she felt something similar. He filled two cups with the water from the kettle and added the teabags. "Do you wanna sit in the library for a while?", he asked.

Y/N followed him to the library, where he sat down on the couch. She quickly contemplated if she should sit down next to him or if she should opt for the chair next to the couch. After what had happened on the bus, she was entirely unsure about how to act towards George. He smiled at her and she suddenly felt very nervous. Nonetheless, she decided to sit down on the couch, even though that meant they were now sitting very close next to each other. They were silent for a while, both sipping on their tea. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it never was with them, but something was different than before.

Y/N finished her tea first and put the empty cup back onto the table. She was suddenly feeling very tired, but she liked the way she was sitting so close to George on the couch, and she didn't want this moment it end, even if she didn't exactly know what was between them right now. So instead, she leaned closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

George could feel his heartbeat quicken as Y/N leaned against him, and he had to force himself to finish his tea without choking on it. He quickly leaned forward to put his cup on the table as well, but the sudden movement had Y/N sit up straight again. "No no!", he said hastily, cursing himself silently for being so awkward in this moment. "Don't go away. That was nice." He almost bit his tongue. Was that too forward? But Y/N smiled shyly, in a way she had never smiled at him before. She resumed her position, and with his heart beating out of his chest, he slowly put his arm around her shoulder. A part of him was scared that this was too much, but instead of pulling away, she just cuddled closer to him and closed her eyes. "You are right, this is nice", she said quietly smiled as George leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

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☆I need rest now, got me bummed out☆

M.S

summary: y/n, nick, matt, and chris, went to the mall. matt was being a dick to y/n. she cried in the bathrooms. nick got pissed off and yelled at matt. when she came back, matt said he didnt wanna go farther with the relationship. but thankfully, her best friend nick, is there for her.

a/n: guys ive been slacking sm, im so sorry. anywho, if you dont like it, idc, i could care less. youre the one reading. tysm for the requests. i love writing fluff. angst, cussing, use of y/n, crying, all photos r from pintrest.

𝕾𝖐𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖎 𝕿𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖙

we got in the car, i sat next to matt. my boyfriend. i was so happy to go to the mall. i needed some new makeup, clothes, and a new pair of high heels. i was in the front seat with matt, chirs was in the back with nick. nick was begging me to give him the aux cord.

"come on, please?" nick begged

"no, you listen to fucking garbage." matt said coldly

my eyes widend. damn.

"fuck you, bitch" nick rolled his eyes

yup. typical nick response.

"how far is the mall?" i asked, trying to change the topic.

"i dont fucking know, check on your phone." matt said in a harsh voice

i nodded my head, a bit stunned. he never acted like this before...or at least not to me.

"uh...20 minutes?!" i was stunned, the mall was never that far.

"youre picked the wrong mall, idiot." matt says, his eyes not leaving the road.

"stop being a dick, matthew." nick said, eye bawling him in the review mirror.

"nobody asked you." matt protested, pulling into the parking lot.

i almost felt tears in my eyes. why is matt being a dick?...

"lets go y/n." nick said. we both got out the car. chris and matt bickered as we got into the mall.

"will you two just shut the fuck up?" nick asks, turning around at them as we walked into the food court.

"nick, were in public." chris whispers.

"i could give a fuck less. matt...whyre you being a dick?" nick asks, pointing at his chest.

"im not, you idiot." matt protests more.

"see? dick behavior." chris buds in.

"im gonna go to victoria's secret..." i say quietly and timidly.

"good. go." matt claps back.

i nod my head and walk to victoria's secret. but...i took an extra left, heading to the bathroom. i open the door and get in the stall. i sit on the toilet and cry. what. is. matt's. problem?!

bing!

a text from chris.

c: where are you? me and nick came to find you in the victoria's secret, but we cant.

oh shit...

y: oh yeah, sorry! im in the restroom, just had to touch up my makeup.

little did he know, my makeup was ruined.

i got up, and looked in the mirror. oh no...my makeup is smeared. everywhere...

c: do you mind hurrying up? no rush, but...kinda rush lol.

y: yeah! yeah! sorry, ill be out soon.

i immediately ran out, my heels clanking against the cold floor. i met chris.

"hey!" i say, smiling like nothing happened.

"what the hell happened?" nick asks, before i could respond matt buds in.

"damn, you look horrible. ugly, even." matt adds, chuckling.

i was absolutely speechless.

"i think we should go back home." chris adds, a look of sorry and worry in his eyes as a tear streams down my cheek.

the car ride home was absolute torture. no one talked. no one smiled. matt didnt put his hand on my thigh. my eyes didnt escape the trees from out the winodow.

"we're home." chris says softly.

"no shit." matt says, with attitude.

we all walked inside, i go into matts room. like i do, everyday.

"do you need a ride home or something? get like and uber or lyft." matt says, almost like he was implying, "get out"

"am i not staying?..." i asked, fidgeting with his pillow.

"look y/n. i dont think were gonna work out. im so done with our relationship. we cant keep going. youre amazing, y/n. you really are, but i cant."

what?...

"wait...what? lets talk about it first." i say, a tear streaming down my face as i quickly wiped it.

"no. i cant. ive made my decision."

i didnt say anything. i wanted to fight for us, dont get me wrong. but...with matt...hes always right...

"fine."

i grabbed my bag and put my nike pandas on. i walked out, into nicks room.

"b-bye, nick. i love you and ill call you later, mkay?..." i said as i hugged him.

"arent you staying over?" nick asks, confused and hugged me back.

"im going home. me and matt are over." i blurted out, not letting him go.

"aw, no n/n. hes a dick anyway. youre perfect. hes short and has nose hair longer than his scalp hair. he stinks and showers in brown water. youre so beautiful, sweet, charismatic, and most importantly; sexy." nick added with kissy lips.

i laughed and let go of him, i sniffed and smiled.

"thanks." i gave him a quick squeeze before getting in my jeep. i drove home. that night, i cried. and cried. and cried.

1 MONTH LATER BITCH

i smiled as i laughed with nick on the phone, we were talking about the latest Rue Paul episode.

n: "and thats what im talking about!!"

we laughed and laughed.

bing!

oh...a text from matt...how wonderful...not.

the text read; "please come over, im bored."

y: "hell no." i muttered to myself.

n: "huh?"

i giggled

y: "not you, this dumbass wants me to come over. hold on."

"i need rest now, you got me bummed out🙄🙄🙄"

i hit the sent button and smiled.

y: "right?! trixie mattel is who i am mentally!"

i said in a giggle to nick.

@daniyummy thanks for thr rqqqq ilysmmm im sorry i hate this smmmmmmmmmmm

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

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lovinbarzal · 1 year

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PERFECT PT. 2 | J. HUGHES

jack hughes x fem! zegras sister! reader

summary: trevor finds out.

warnings: heated making out, angry twin brother z

a/n enjoy <3 ( the gif represents jack at the end lol )

masterlist part one

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1 year later

"I need you gone again." Trevor blurted. The two were sitting in the living room watching a movie.

"Lemme guess, Jack's coming?" Y/n turned to her brother with a knowing look.

"Yeah and this time Griffin isn't here to say that I can't kick you out." Trevor held a proud smile. Y/n pulled her phone out and tapped on it for a moment before bringing it to her ear.

"He's trying to kick me out again." She said with a smirk before putting the phone on speaker.

"Trev, you can't kick her out." Griffin said as Trevor's face fell.

"Fine." He grumbled before crossing his arms and sinking into his side of the couch.

"Love you, Griff." Y/n hung up and putting her phone away.

"But he is still off limits." Trevor said.

Y/n was actually talking excited to see Jack. They had been secretly texting and calling. Trevor knew she had known that she was talking to someone but what he didn't know was that it was his best friend.

"Y/n was supposed to be going with Griffin to Cancun for break but she ended up stay so I'm sorry for my weird-ass sister." Trevor said from the drivers seat.

"Dude, she isn't even that bad." Jack defended sounding a bit standoffish. Trevor sent him a look, "I mean, like she's your sister."

"Yeah and she's a bitch. She's been bitchyer since she started talking to some guy. She won't even tell me or Griff who he is." Trevor ranted about his sister's mysterious guy.

He looked out the window in attempt to hide his smile. He knew who the mystery guy was. It was him.

Y/n laughed loudly as Jack said something stupid.

"I'm telling you! She was not real!" The two were dying of laughter.

"Helen Keller was real, J. She literally has a book." Y/n explained. The two were on the couch cuddling. Trevor had went out to pick up their dinner so the two were alone.

"Exactly! How the hell did she write a book if she couldn't see of right!" He defended.

"You're an idiot." Y/n said with a laugh.

"But I'm your idiot." He said leaning down for a kiss. Things quickly got heated.

The two were so in the moment that they didn't hear the door unlock.

Trevor dropped the pizza that he had been holding and screamed. Y/n and Jacked jumped away from each other.

"No! No! No! No!" Trevor said from the doorway as his face turned red.

"I told you that my little sister was off limits!" Trevor yelled at Jack before turning to Y/n, "And we made a pact that friends were off limits!"

Trevor was furious. He basically had steam fuming from his ears.

"Trev." Y/n reached out but Trevor pulled away and turned back to Jack. He shoved Jack against the wall making Y/n yelp.

"You do anything with her?" Trevor yelled.

"No! Dude, I would never! That's your little sister man." Jack exclaimed with wide eyes. Y/n was his twin sister but Y/n was younger than him by 5 minutes making her his little sister.

"Exactly. My little sister." Trevor said with disappointment. He let Jack go before turning to Y/n. His face was filled with a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

"Trev." Y/n attempted again.

"No." Trevor shook his head before walking out the door.

"Shit." Jack breathed out as tears slipped from Y/n's eyes.

"Are you ok?" Y/n asked turning to Jack. He could hear the heartbreak in her voice.

"I'm fine. Are you ok?" She nodded unsurly.

"Come here." He opened up his arms for her. The two stood their just hugging as Y/n cried. She just betrayed the most important person in her life.

Yeah, she had Griffin and her parents but Trevor was her TWIN brother. The two always argued but they always made up. This time she didn't know. She didn't if they would be able to come back after this.

It was around 1 am when Trevor got back home and Y/n was awake. Jack had fallen asleep on the couch. She couldn't sleep not until she was sure that he was okay.

"Hey." She said softly walking up to Trevor.

"Hi." He replied. The both of them couldn't look each other in the eye.

"I'm sorry." The two said at the same time making them finally look up at each other.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I went over bored. I should've just listened and heard you out." Trevor ranted but Y/n just pulled him into a hug.

"I should've told you." She said as he hugged back.

"It's ok. We're ok." Trevor said as they let go.

"Just if breaks your heart, it will hurt me to have punch him in the face since he is my best friend." Trevor smiled maming Y/n smile.

The next morning went by smoothly. Jack was confused. Everything seemed to be normal. Only thing was that Y/n had kissed him in the kitchen with Trevor sitting at the table.

"No PDA in front of me especially while I eat my breakfast." Trevor complained. Jack furrowed his brows.

"We still on for the rink later?" Trevor asked Jack with a smile.

"Yeah?" Jack answered but came out as more of a question.

"He knows. It's ok." Y/n said as Jack nodded slowly.

"You're not mad?" Jack questioned looking to Trevor.

Trevor shook his head, "But break her heart and I'll fucking kill you."

Trevor smiled as he said it. Y/n threw an empty water bottle at Trevor.

"Shut up, fartface." Y/n remarked which led to an argument between the twins.

Jack smiled as he watched the two argue.

Everything was good. Everything was perfect and so was she.

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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gaaahh I love your platonic TF141 x reader!! I was wonder if we could get some more, but for a Gn!Reader?

for context I find it hard to swap pronouns when reading, but if not that's fine lol!

and if you want, have some writing prompts!

-Southern!Reader gets drunk, acting like a fool, they're accent the strongest it's ever been, and TF141 is just "wtf are they even saying?"

-general shenanigans with Gaz and Reader, pranking ghost >:]

-SNOW DAY! the boys have the day off, and it ends up with a snowball fight, soap, ghost, and reader VS. gaz, price, and könig (yes I added him I am a simp for this man)

-Reader gets hit on in public, and 141 acts like big brothers + father and beat the crap outa whoever was unfortunate enough to pick on Reader

-DAD PRICE. just. him teaching Reader things, giving pointers, and being protective off-field

anyways sorry for the long ask! hope your doing well :]

Sweet Creature -141+König

ofc! I always try to make my readers comfortable when reading so never shy away for asking this!

This is a collection of moments your boys have been through with you...(there is mentions of an American reader, but if you please it can only apply to the first one.)

GN! Reader, Plantonic! Relationship

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(I had to look up southern sayings so if this part doesn't make sense I apologize. (feeling too brit today..sorry))

After a much needed out in the town 141 had been deployed to, r/n decided it would be great to compete against Soap in a drinking game. Drink after drink, your once good basic American accent left your lips and was soon replaced with your souther accent. Price at first found it funny, until he couldn't tell exactly what you were trying to say.

Gaz: that was until I dropped it all

R/n to Ghost: That's 'bout as useful as tits on a bull, wouldn't ya'say?

Price: *chuckles* what does that even mean kid?

R/n: o' bless ya heart sir (apparently it means idiot,,,so don't come for me) y'dumber than a mule

*a woman passes by their table and Gaz starts checking her out*

R/n: look at him price, he's grinnin' like a possum eatin' a sweet tater

Price: seriously what does that mean?

Ghost: think they mean he looks like a dumb arse

Gaz stands up to try and talk to that woman

R/n: soap tell em somethin'

Soap: go get her tiger

R/n: No, no,,,you hold your horses now...she ain't even turn to ya and yo're hotter than hell al'ready?

Price: right...let's get you home r/n

R/n: I can take 'nother one....

Ghost: not today *he picks you up and off to base you go*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After an uneventful evening Gaz and r/n decided to annoy Ghost, a ritual Price had gotten used to, after Ghost came in to complain every week. Price would always discard them because he loved having his children smile and be young and happy.

There was one time where you placed syrup on his tea. Another time, you kept calling his phone, pretending to be some religious group, this went on for 3 months. One time you made him believe the whole base left him, you stole his phone and clothes, best believe you never saw the devil until that day.

2 weeks ago, Ghost was tricked into eating some expired MRE, that man got sick so easily, Gaz was tricked into taking the blame. Meanwhile you enjoyed some banana with soap as Ghost chased Gaz for 30 minutes, until you tripped Gaz and ran to price.

R/n: dumb bitch!*you ran so fast, soap swore it was you being chased*

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This happened at 2 am, Ghost's room.

You and gaz know how much ghost hates dirty bed sheets. So you did this:

Gaz: r/n pass me the chocolate

R/n: why are we doing this again?

Gaz: its fun

R/n: how will this even work?

Gaz: it'll melt under his body and make it look like he shat himself

R/n: this is so cool

Gaz: shh

you two walked into Ghost's room, he was dead asleep, when he shifted to his left side, Gaz placed the chocolate near his bum, you two successfully ran out and waited outside all morning.

Ghost opens his door, anger flowing through him

Ghost: where are these little twats

That's when you and Gaz ran away to Price's office, he eventually caught up and complained to Price. (I'm picturing that office scene when Dwight and Jim are complaining to Micheal. Yes, the American one. )

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time the team was deployed to Switzerland, for everyone it all felt like home, spring and summer was quite lovely, that's until Price was told this deployment would be longer that expected. Winter rolled in, everyone was prepared for a harsh winter, except you, who had never experienced snow. You had told soap how every year when you're away from home, snow has hit hard, and that you had never seen snow in real life.

This had become a perfect opportunity for him to show you how much you meant for the team. So once he had told price about the sad story of yours, they planned an entire day out.

Soap: c'mon r/n its time for your surprise.

He bought you gloves and a scarf,( he knows how easily it is to get cold.) Once outside, you ran around screaming in delight. "This is awesome!" you said as you tackled soap onto the snow.

Gaz was the one who started the snowball fight. Price took his side. Ghost and soap took yours. Poor König was stuck in the middle, deciding who to join, until price dragged him to his side and that's when the fight seriously started.

(Picture that SpongeBob snowball fight)

Soap tripped multiple times, your face was covered in snow because you couldn't stop laughing at him. Ghost did most of the dirty work, he seriously took this serious.

He pulled you both down, "right, so while I get price, r/n you get König, he'll feel bad for throwing things at a midget and quit, gaz will soon give up, so soap he is all yours.

"That was mean man" you said but all he did was push you to the floor, where you got stuck for 2 minutes. He eventually helped you up and continued the fight.

Even though he was a trained soldier, König never threw anything at any of you, he was too afraid of getting anybody injured. Best believe this man walked out and waited until things became friendly. He eventually built a snowman. The same one soap ran through. "awh, my snow friend" he sadly spoke. (please imagine this with his cute little Austrian accent and his giant figure just looking down and picking up the sticks and hat from his snowman..)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time around you encouraged the team to go out once more. It was September in some other country. After years of working with your boys you never expected them to be your guard dogs. You went up to the bar to order your drinks, until two people walked up behind you and sat at the stools beside you. (I'll let ya decided on the gender ;) )

"What is a cute thing like you doing around this place" one spoke, while the other got too close for comfort.

" Look whatever it is..I'm not interested" you answered,

The guys know you're able to fend for yourself, after all they've seen you kill men with your bare hands, but you had become their little sibling. They all swore to protect you no matter how big or small your problems were.

"You're just here by yourself love?" the other said, while reaching for you.

Price tapped that persons shoulder, "leave them alone," as price spoke to them, soap took you and brought you to the other side. "You stay here, understood?" he cupped your face in his hand.

All you did was nod. "good" he walked away and the four men took them out the back. "you don't touch them ever, or else I swear you'll go back home in a bag" Ghost towered over them,

"this is nonsense, they aren't even good looking!" one said.

(this is very...manners maketh man...vibes )

Price swung and hit ones jaw, "you fuck!" they said holding onto their face. "run you pricks" gaz threatened. "Soap hand me your gun"Price never took his eyes off of them. Ghost took out on of his pocket knives, he caressed it and looked at them. Gaz did too, man would he defend you.

But before soap handed his gun to his captain they had ran out.

Once inside, you sat there. Starring at them with those kind eyes of yours. They immediately went soft. "Got your favorite drink, kid?"

"yes, can I asked what happened out there?"

"nope...after this we can get some McDonalds, that's if you never ask about this again" man was he good at deals you thought.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(For this one I'll put you as a 23yr old, who specializes in hand to hand combat, and demolitions, as well as a training sniper, mainly bc i feel you need a little background.)

Price never understood how his colleagues could afford love for their kids. He didn't get how one little human would change their ways of being. That's until you arrived at base. Fresh off boot camp.

The day he met you, he understood why his friends back home retired after having kids. It went from him sparring with you, just to test your limits to making sure you were getting sleep, (this man for sure tucked you in)

"Sir, you're telling me that if I boil that liquid it will actually turn into a quality beverage?"

"How do I change my tire?"

"wait..how do I check for my oil?"

"price? are you sure I can go home? I don't want to be alone."

" can you please kill it? I'm scared man."

After teaching you from the most basic things in life a father should teach to what a military dad would teach, he grew fond of you.

Around December he found you roaming base, all alone. The rest of the team (except him ofc) was sent back home, to spend time with family and friends. Once you explain how you had no family to go back home to, he made you pack your bags and head to his. Funny enough, Ghost was already heading to his, it had become a thing between them.

He told you about his wife, how she wasn't able to conceive and how excited she was to met you. Later that week, she called you her child. You and Ghost had found a forever home with him. "These are my children." she proudly said to anyone who asked about the two socially awkward people standing next to her.

A week before Christmas, he took you and ghost hunting, that day he let you have a puff off of his cigar. "be careful now, don't inhale too much." he pointed at you, like he was talking to a child.

After the holiday, you were allowed to call him dad, pops when you were at his place.

Out at bars, he would keep you close. And when someone would clearly flirt with you, it was in him to remind you "no person will ever be good enough for you, understand kid?"

He even cracked dad jokes with Ghost and you. He made sure to update his family portrait from him and his wife to one of the four of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tags: @thatonesimpyknow

a/n: I know It really long..but I hope you did enjoy it!

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graciegoeskrazy · 4 months

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a change of heart

george daniel + charli xcx + daughter/stepdaughter!reader

warnings: men lol, breaking up, cheating, language, short n sweet!, das it i think???

a/n: alrightttttt. another part (but not quite part 2) to the ‘do u think i have forgotten’ universe. k love u byeeeeee.

y/n | are u both home?

mumsie | i am. george is on his way.

y/n | are u guys going out tnt?

mumsie | we were thinking about it? not sure yet.

y/n | can you not?

mumsie | sure ofc. are you okay?

george | do you not want me to come over?

y/n | no it’s not that. i need you both there plz.

george | ok im almost there. u alright?

mumsie | baby what’s going on?

y/n | lucas cheated on me.

george | what?

mumsie | you’re kidding.

y/n | no. we broke up.

mumsie | where are you?

y/n | on the bus. almost home.

george | I’m pulling up.

…

As soon as the door opened, Your mom and George were on their feet, walking toward the door. Their eyes found you while you were locking the door. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were littered with tear stains. You faced them and continued to silently sob.

“Oh, honey,” Charli said. She and George both reached out their arms for you. They pulled you into the tightest hug as more tears fell and you sobbed. They both exchanged worried glances, realizing they were in for much much more than they had originally thought. “C'mon. Let’s go sit down.” She said.

They brought you to the couch. You sat down in between the pair and immediately continued crying into George’s chest. Charli pulled your legs onto her lap so now you were laid out on both of them.

Once your cries started to turn quiet, Charli spoke. “What happened?”

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and pulled up a photo, showing it to the two of them. “My friends sent me this.”

The couple leaned in. George especially was in disbelief. “Oh my god.” He said.

“Is that Kyla?!” Your mom asked, slightly yelling.

“Yeah.” You said.

George looked down at you. “Who’s Kyla?” He asked, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, coaxing you to come out.

“My friend. Or at least used to be.” You said.

“Bloody hell.”

Charli looked away from the phone. “Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah. Both of them.”

“What happened?”

You sighed, “He said nothing, she said ‘I’m so sorry’ and I said ‘Go fuck yourself.’”

George kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. “That’s my girl.”

You continued. “Everyone saw. It was equally awesome and embarrassing.”

Your mom leaned in to wipe your fallen tears. “It’s okay. They just saw how much of a badass you are.”

You sighed “I hate men.”

The two chuckled. “I hate them and their stupid pretty faces.”

“You think I’m pretty?” George said, smiling.

“Fuck off.” You smacked him lightly.

“No, you’re right. We’re idiots.” George said.

Charli gestured for you to sit up. “Lucas isn’t a man. He’s a skinny white boy who hasn’t even fully gone through puberty yet, while you are a smart, stunning, amazing young lady, and he’s an idiot who just lost the best thing he’s ever had. You don’t need him.”

Look looked down somberly.

Your mom continued. “Wipe those tears. We’re gonna have a fun night. Do you wanna go shopping? We can get you an outfit for tomorrow. Your take on the Lady Di revenge dress!”

You shrugged. “I guess.”

“Yeah? We can force George to come and laugh at how uncomfortable and annoyed he looks. He’ll be our bag holder.”

Usually, a joke like that made you laugh, but they definitely noticed when you didn't even smile. “What, my love?”

You continued to cry again. “I really liked him, guys.”

George pulled you back into a hug and Charli fought the urge to cry herself. “Sweet girl…” George said.

Your mom patted your leg and sat up, heading towards the door. “C’mon. We’re going to the mall.”

…

The ride was quiet. George handed you the aux cord telling you to play whatever you wanted, but you said you didn't care. That was a definite sign to them that you were heartbroken. He shrugged and just put on Taylor Swift and you scolded him when he was about to play a non-Taylor’s Version.

While at the mall, your mom and you grabbed a few things to try on while George, as promised, held and wore the bags. While they were waiting for you to come out of the dressing room for a so-called fashion show, Charli noticed George’s expression.

“You alright?” She questioned

“Mhm.” He sighed.

“You sure? You have your thinking face on.”

“I thought you said it was sexy?” He asked jokingly.

“Very much so.” She said, in a joking seductive tone.

She patted his thigh and looked at him. “What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“Nothing, just…teenagers are fucking brutal.”

…

By the end of the trip, you were exhausted. You ran outside and headed to the car, ready to pass out and go home. Meanwhile, your parents took their time getting to the car, George, carrying all the shopping bags and both their purses.

“Thank you,” Charli said.

“No need, I look fabulous with a Coach bag.”

She laughed, then continued. “No, for being here. For being here for her.”

George just shrugged. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

#george daniel x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975 #george daniel x you #george daniel

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florestmoon · 2 years

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What about an Eddie fic inspired from the songs august-cardigan-betty trilogy from Taylor Swift? Absolutely tragic but with a happy ending. (cause my heart can handle angsty angst but cant handle sad endings) 😭😭

OH MY GOD. I saw this and dropped all the drafts I was working on, and couldn’t stop typing away. This is for the swifties </3 this idea. Mwah! Thank you ! This may not be the happiest ending as I struggled with it but I tried lol <3

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Hurt/some Comfort. Implications of cheating. Breakups. Swearing. Eddie being a total fucking idiot. Rekindling a friendship/relationship. Sort of? Open ending.

“I saw them together.”

It felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs, throat constricting as you tried to swallow down the biting ache that racked through your body. Tears stinging in the corner of your eyes as robins voice continued to bleed in your ear, hands white from gripping onto the phone tightly.

Robins voice wavered, the way it always did when she was on the verge of breaking into her incoherent rambles. “He—at the party last night. Me and Steve caught them, in the kitchen and, it was a split second but still—I’m sorry y/n, I had to tell you. And—“

The name Augustine blurring along with the small details that Robin pushed out. The same name that was introduced to you when a new girl moved into town. Someone who quickly made her spot in Hellfire’s club when she arrived.

You could only mumble a small okay to your friend, quickly thanking her before ending the call that had destroyed your whole being.

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn’t tell if Robin’s retelling of Eddie’s infidelity was worse than the emptiness that greeted you as you stared into the darkness of your room.

You glanced at your bed, the sight of the white cardigan that Eddie bought you months prior, when Hawkins was still suffering from the harsh winter. Everything hit once you numbly laid down and pulled the soft material against your chest.

The smell of Eddie’s cologne and the smoke that marked his scent breaks the dam, your sobbing cutting through the silence of the room.

He tugs the sleeve of your cardigan up your arm, other hand brushing against your skin, drawing lazily with his fingertips. You stare down at the textbook, trying to ignore the light kisses that followed where his fingers had marked.

“You’re distracting me.” You mumble, giving in to glance at the doe like eyes already boring their way into you. Regretting it immediately when his lips push into a teasing smile.

“So my plan is working.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, between his legs and against his chest. “I thought I would have to throw that textbook out the window.”

“I would have grabbed another one..” You giggle when he nudge your cheeks with his nose, his huff tickling against your chin. “And smacked you with it.”

“Ohhh so we playing dirty now?” He gasp, tugging on a piece of hair. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Oh shut it.” His hands are pushed off your waist and you reach forward for the textbook he managed to kick away with his foot. “You realize we both should be studying for Ms .O’donells final.”

“Do we have to?” He groans, hiding his face against your shoulder. Eddie tugs on a loose thread on your cardigan, wrapping it around his finger as he enjoys the sound of your voice.

“Yes we do! We made a promise that you would graduate this year, and begin looking into colleges with me.” You poke his head.

“Who will accept someone who had to repeat senior year two times?“ he sighs, allowing you to turn around in his arms and face him.

“Come on, my grades aren’t that great either Eds. My GPA isn’t exactly that of a honor student.”

“Then why are we even stressing over it?” He watches you. “You been wearing yourself thin over this stuff. I mean, seriously. You told me that you didn’t care about any of that college crap before.”

You shrug, looking down at your sleeves as his voice softens. “Your parents again?”

That tugging sensation that accompanied the thoughts of your parents and their plans they placed on you, coming back. Eddie cups your cheek as he notes this. The gesture encouraging so you nod.

“They keep bringing up these fancy universities that I already know I won’t get into.” You sigh and lean against his chest. “I don’t even think I want to get into them.”

“Then what do you want?” He asks softly. “You, not your parents.”

“I don’t know.” You sniff and bask into the warm embrace of his arms wrapping around your body. “I just want to be good enough for them .Not be seen as second place to my sister. For them to not look at me as the usual disappointment they think I am.”

Eddie arms tighten around you and he scoffs next to your ear. “How many times do I tell you that you are not a disappointment? And to stop comparing yourself to your sister.” He smooths his hand down your side.

“It’s hard when it’s all they do.” You groan into his chest. “She’s their favorite. And I’m..just there. It’s been like that my whole freaking life. Always second, never good enough, never the favorite—“

“Hey.” He makes you look at him. “I know this probably doesn’t sound as comforting, considering my reputation, but-“ he pinches your cheek. “You’re my favorite. Always will be my favorite girl.”

You stare up in awe and blush. He continues. “Your parents are clearly idiots and don’t see what a gem you are. Alright? I don’t want you letting their comments get to your head.”

You nod allowing him to bring you in a hug again, the sweet compliments and praises he washes over for the rest of the night push away all those insecurities that’s been built through out the years.

His whispers against your ear and kisses along your skin warming you up more than the cardigan wrapped around you.

“Please.” Eddie begs. His foot blocks your attempt to shut the front door in his face, ringed fingers gripping onto the edge of the door frame as he lets out a shaky breath.

“It was just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss? Wow.” You hiss, trying to push the door closed again. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“It was a fucking mistake!” He scans your face, trying to catch anything that wasn’t pure hatred that you threw at him. “I-i wasn’t thinking clearly, I was drunk.”

“Oh. Because that makes things any better.” You say bitterly, looking down at his sneaker. “Move your fucking foot.”

“Jesus. Please just listen to me, we can talk about this.” The panic in his voice and eyes was evident. “I was a fucking idiot ,a-and I never meant to hurt you and- and —“

“But you did. You did hurt me, Eddie.”

It was hard to keep your voice steady, the strong expression you had kept up for most of the confrontation was beginning to falter. Your bottom lip began to shake as a few tears escaped. Eddie expression drops.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” You sniff. Eddie remains silent and you scoff. “Or were you going to act like nothing happened? Like you didn’t do exactly what I was afraid of the moment you brought her into the club.“

You push the door open and push him back, glaring at him through the tears. “You lied. You gave me all this bullshit that I was your favorite girl, and that I was the one for you. All these fucking lies and I believed you. I believed every stupid lie you fed me.”

“They weren’t lies, I was never lying!” He shouts back. “I meant everything I said, I still do. You are the one for me y/n—“

“Then why did you kiss her?” You look between his eyes. “Tell me then. If any of it was true, why. did. you. kiss. her.”

Eddie opens his mouth but clamps it shut again, grimacing as he finds himself unable to answer.

“I’m sorry” He whispers, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry baby. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He pressed his face against his balled up fist in a pained expression. “I’m so fucking sorry. Let me fix this. Ill do anything. I’ll fix this, I’ll fix us. Please.”

“You can’t.” You shake your head wiping away your tears in anger. “There’s nothing to fix. There’s no us anymore, Eddie.” His name comes out shaky as you cry. “Okay?I’m done.”

Eddie own expressions breaks as he lets out a sob of his own, your words beginning to sink in. “Don’t. Please don’t do this. I can’t lose you.”

His tears only pushed at your anger, he wasn’t the one that was hurting from this. You weren’t the one that cheated, the one to break many promises. You weren’t the one that broke a trust that took so long to build, acted on urges that stabbed at the insecurities that were buried with kisses and declarations of love.

All those kisses left on your skin now leaving a burning reminder, a ghost of a tattoo, of the heart ache that you were sure wasn’t going to go away. No matter how many years passed, it will always linger. Forever haunting you as you try to forget what you and Eddie had.

Because that’s all you were left with now, memories and heartbreak. There was no longer kisses that would make things better, stopping the bleeding that came from deep scars, not when the boy behind them was now the sole reason for why you were breaking apart right now.

That didn’t mean you didn’t want it though. A kiss that would make everything better, but you could only stare at Eddie continued to cry in front of you. His eyes pleading and begging, hands shaking as he tries make eye contact.

You swallow down that lump in your throat and grip onto the door handle tighter. “It’s over Eddie.”

He tries to speak but you cut him off before he could continue to make excuses.

“You need to fucking leave. Now.” You step back into your home, ripping your eyes away from his torn expression. “I don’t want to see you again.”

“Y/N, no please—“

The door slams shut.

It felt like the whole floor was ripped from under him. A dark hole swallowing him whole ever since you closed the door in his face that night. The unanswered calls and your avoidance only sinking him deeper into the hole he made for himself.

It was a mistake. That night at the party, he was so out of it and didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t even suppose to be at the party but a quick call from Gareth, mentioning that a few students wanted to buy drugs and he was the only known dealer in town.

He should have denied, but the stress of graduation being around the corner and his grade in Ms. O’donells final still being unknown got to him.

Eddie wouldn’t have been surprised if he failed again, that graduation stage being something he simply wasn’t meant to walk on. But the only thing that made him care about that idea and the disappointment that would have followed if he didn’t, was you.

He wanted to graduate for you, to make you not be disappointed that you’ll have to wait and stay another year in Hawkins just because Eddie couldn’t stop being an immature fuck up.

That’s all he was. But you still saw through that and stuck with him. You knew him in a way that no one else did, or will ever. And what did he do?

He did what he was best at.

He fucked up. He let his worries and stress of being good enough get to him, took that excuse to drink and he royally, incredibly fucked up. He ruined the one good thing in his life and he didn’t know how to deal.

Graduation went by fast, he did end up graduating surprisingly which only made him feel worse, and he hasn’t heard from you. Summer begin and he didn’t know what to do anymore.

He thought maybe if he tried to get glances of you throughout town, driving by your home on random night, he could get the courage to try to speak to you again. But when he did, he was met with a sight that broke him.

It was known you were friends with Robin, so it shouldn’t be too surprising that you would begin hanging out with the blonde. But Steve Harrington? The sight of you two together, hanging out at the local diner was all it took for his hope to be demolished.

The fact that you both looked great together. The preppy and rich boy look that Harrington carried around went perfectly well with your cute sweaters and soft demeanor. Not contradicting like it did with his band tees and metal look.

Even if you always did remind him that you loved it, saying how happy you were with him.

He began torturing himself by walking down familiar streets, Hawkins plaza being a common spot for you both to hang out on slow weekends. His eyes staring down at the cobblestones that made up the side walk, slowly making his way to the hide out. Maybe a few beers will help.

He came to a stop when he nearly ran into a street lamp, groaning as he rubbed his shoulder before noticing a yellow sticker that was loosing its color against the metal pole.

“—and 86’ will be our year baby!” Eddie drunken speech has you giggling, gripping onto the street lamp and spinning around it. The light gives a clear view of the white cardigan that was snug on your figure,his leather jacket thrown over your shoulders as extra protection of the cold that was early February.

Both of the outwear clashing against each other, different in the aesthetics but he loved it. He loved everything about you, especially the way some strands of hair fell over your face as your spinning came to a stop.

Drunken amused expression gazing up at him, standing beneath the street light that wasn’t anything compared to how bright your smile was.

He upped his dramatics, wanting to keep your eyes on him.

“Hawkins will be no longer!” He shakes his head, hair falling out of the lazy ponytail that was held up by your scrunchie. “Me and My royal highness will be leaving behind this shithole and onto a kingdom she deserves!”

“And where exactly will this kingdom be at?” You ask, hugging the street lamp and looking at Eddie with wide puppy eyes. The hopeful expression you throw at him beats the feeling the alcohol in his system was giving him.

He places a hand above yours on the metal pole, on top of a bright yellow smiley face sticker, leaning in and whispering. “You tell me where. Name a place and I’ll take you there in a heartbeat. ”

Your eyes soften as his voice dips into a deeper genuine tone, no longer the dramatics that was Eddie’s overall personality. A tone that was only ever shared between you both.

You ponder then shrug.

“Anywhere.” You answer, smiling and reaching for his hand. “I don’t care where, as long as you’re by my side.”

His heart soars at that and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to hold in that giddiness that only you could give him, he bends down and grabs your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Your shouts and complains echoing across the empty street.

“Anywhere it is!” He shouts over your laughter. “Once you graduate—“

“We, idiot!”

“ I’m going to take you far far away from here. Away from these peasants. But first..” he hiccups and realizes how empty the street actually was. “We need to find my van. Where the hell are we?”

“I thought you said it was parked this way, Eds!”

“Hey!” A voice calls out, snapping him out of the memory that was making the emptiness in his heart more prominent. He turns to see a car roll up and recognizes the face. “Well, hi stranger.”

Augustine smiles up at him, arm prepped on top of the rolled down window. How the hell did he let that smile reel him that night? It didn’t have the soft edges that yours did, it didn’t bring any type of feeling to him what’s so ever.

“Why the hell are you walking this late at night?” She asks after he only responds with a tense smile, looking down the street.

“Van broke down.” He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

It was a lie. He couldn’t handle the smell of your perfume that lingered, the trinkets you put on the dashboard, or your ghost in the passenger seat. The mixtape he made for the both of you to listen to was still in the cars stereo.

“Well shit. That sucks.” She laughs and bites her bottom lip. Her eyes hopeful. The look strikes him that she must have remembered that drunken night, a full memory for her while his was hazy. Bits and pieces he hated thinking about.

She takes in the defeated stance and sits up straighter, hoping her encouraging smile can lift him up.

“Cmon Eddie, get in. Let’s go for a drive.”

He stares back at her for a moment, ready to dismiss and continue his way to the hideout. But then he thought of you and Steve, the match made in heaven, and he finds himself resigning. Hoping this could fill the hole in his heart.

You didn’t think the pain could be any worse than it was, but apparently you were once again wrong. Summer went by agonizing slow. The full time job you got at Scoops Ahoy was the worst decision you could make because it meant having to endure seeing Eddie and Augustine together.

The first time it happened, they had walked into scoop ahoy right a few minutes shy of it closing. Augustine’s loud laughter forcing you to stand up straight, stomach churning when Eddie made eye contact with you.

He seemed as surprise as you were, it was the middle of July and it’s the first time you both ran into each other since graduation.

They looked..perfect together. Augustine always had that rocker vibe to her, something her and Eddie bonded over when she first sat at the lunch table. Their taste in music were the same, they dressed the same. They looked perfect together.

Augustine had a fierce look in her eyes (that would make anyone tense up if she glared at them, something you were jealous of) as she glanced between you two, expression dropping for a split second.

A look of sympathy, or even pity, crossing her expression as she threw you an awkward smile, before she began asking for one cone. Eddie remained silent, never tearing his eyes off you as you replied with your customer service voice, shakily taking his money.

You gave her the ice cream cone and he finally attempted to say something, but before he could fully say your name— Steve came bursting through from the employee room and glared daggers at him.

“Sorry, we’re about to close so you can’t eat in here.” He practically hisses, grabbing you by the shoulders, squeezing them in comfort and lightly pushing you towards the break room. “Can you take the trash out for me?”

You wasted no time to take your exit, leaving Eddie and Steve to their weird stare down. Maybe you cried in the bathroom instead of taking out the trash, but Steve made no comment on it. Driving you home and comforting you the way he has been the entire heartbreak.

July slowly rolled into August, then August transitioned into September. It went by like a breeze for Eddie, his days full of drug deals and doing whatever he could to forget about the missing piece in him.

He thought he could pull himself out of that hole if he simply kept himself distracted the whole summer. But it didn’t do jack shit, because he found himself standing in your front porch, with a hope that he could change this ending that he caused.

The sound of loud laughter, music and multiple people talking over each other can be heard from his spot.

Dustin had let it slipped that Robin was throwing a surprise party for you the day before, somehow the kid still wanted to be around Eddie despite the rest of hellfire not being able to look him in the eye yet. He asked what for, but Dustin went quiet and continued to focus on the campaign they were planning.

He knocks on the door and steps back a bit, willing his body to stay. Would you tell him to fuck off the moment you saw him? Jesus, that was the only way this could go but he had to try.

The door swings open and that familiar whiff of your perfume hits him. If he hadn’t cried his eyes dry the entire summer, he may have teared up at the comforting smell. Your hair was shorter, he notes. He always loved the way it framed your face when it was short. It’s been so long since—

“Eddie?” Your smile drops the second your eyes landed on him. His heart twists at that.

“Hey..” he licks his lips and clears his throat, glancing past your shoulder then at you. “I..uh can..can we talk?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You continue to stare at him with no expression, seeming ready to shut the door again but he holds his hand out.

“I know. I know you told me you didn’t want to speak to me, or even see me again but.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Shit y/n. You don’t understand how hard this has been for me—“

“For you.” You deadpan. “Yeah I really can’t imagine how this could hard for you.”

He frowns and shakes his head. “You haven’t spoken a damn word to me since May. You ignored my calls, had your mom tell me to basically fuck off whenever I came by, you didn’t let me at least try-“

“No.” You step out and slam the door shut behind you. “Eddie. You are not going to put this on me. This is your fault. I’m not the one that cheated !”

“I know! You don’t think I fucking know that?” He rubs his face and let’s out a strangled cry. “Fuck. I’ve been beating myself over it since it happened. It eats me alive. Day and night. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done and I wasn’t thinking clearly that night and I know that doesn’t excuse what I did, but I need you to understand that if I could change what I did, I would do it in a heartbeat. Because losing you—“

He removes his hands from his face and looks at you, your own expression beginning to break. “God, losing you—it’s breaking me. Tearing me apart.”

“Good.” You hoarsely state, crossing your arms and staring down at the ground. “You deserve it, Eddie. You deserve to feel this way.”

Eddie swallows hard and watches you. “Can you ever give me a second chance?”

You begin to shake your head and his heart breaks, his desperation taking over. “Please, why can’t you at least let me try to fix things?”

“Because there’s no coming back from what you did, Eddie. I don’t give two shits about your apologies okay? I’ve moved on.”

“What?” He bitterly laughs, “to fucking Steve the hair Harrington? That preppy asshole we use to hate? “ Your expression twist in confusion and he continues, voice rough dripping with venom. “I saw you all around town with him, all summer. Christ y/n, I never thought-“

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A choke laugh escaping as you stared at Eddie in bewilderment. “Are you serious right now? You want to give me shit when you been out and about with the same girl you cheated on me with!”

He stammers as you poked his chest roughly. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to come here, begging for forgiveness when you been fucking her all summer.”

“It meant nothing.” He admits, gripping onto your wrist. A few tears rolled down your cheek as you try to pull away. “She doesn’t mean anything to me. I only did it so I could try to forget about you. All those nights..I only thought about you, you wouldn’t leave my mind. She’s not you.”

“I dreamt of you all summer, you know?” He sniffs. “God, I couldn’t even sleep in my room for weeks because you left some of your stuff there. Had to sleep in the couch and Wayne was pissed. Shit, the old man wouldn’t stop asking about you. Kept reminding what a dumbass I was, I thought he missed you more than I did—“

A broken laugh is all he gets from you and he continues. “But no. I missed you like crazy, and..and I mean it when I said I would do anything. Even for you to at least..talk to me? Or to look at me. I can’t handle you not being in my life anymore. And I don’t care how long it takes to build the trust again.”

“I’ll keep trying. Because that’s all I need, I need you to let me at least try. Even if it’s just for us to be friends again.”

“Friends?” You frown.

“Yes. Jesus, you were my best friend. And I miss having you around, I miss making you laugh, I miss hearing you voice pestering me every damn day. I miss everything. I miss us. And I’ll sell my damn soul to be able to get it back.. Shit, I’ll sell my guitar!”

You cry and go weak in his grip, letting for your chest to shake as you let out the tears that never seemed to run out. “God. You fucking idiot. I should fucking hate you Eddie Munson.”

He silently watches you and you get the courage to look up at him. “But I just..can’t. I guess I can never fully hate you.”

“y/n..” he whispers and you close your eyes, a few tears squeezing out. The apologies didn’t do much to soothe the ache in your heart, but you couldn’t deny you had missed him too. The summer was horrible without the usual late night rides you both would go on.

Something crashing in your room brings you out the small moment, Robins rambled apologies bursting the bubble.

“Eddie.” You start, looking back at your home and you frown, the party you seem to have forgotten coming back in mind. You get lost in thought then utter. “There’s no way we can fix things now. We just can’t.”

“Come on. ” His grip tightens. “There has to be, right? It may take a while and it’ll be fucking hard, I know I destroyed a lot but we can take it slow and, and..“

The look you threw him has him trailing off, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to understand why you looked so..resigned. There’s a few seconds before you finally find your voice.

“I’m leaving Hawkins.”

Eddie feels as if he was drenched in cold water. He freezes, processing your words and can only stare blankly as you continue.

“I got accepted into a university.” You chuckle dryly. “Surprisingly.. but uh yeah. Managed to snatch a scholarship and everything. Go me.”

The surprise party suddenly makes sense—Dustin’s avoidance of his question.

“But..you hate the idea of college.” His mouth feels dry, stuffed with imaginary cotton that makes it difficult to even speak. “You told me that you were planning to tell your parents about our plan—how we..“

We were going to leave together. He wanted to say but the sharp look you gave him made it die on his tongue.

“Yeah well things change, apparently” You glance at him then down at the sleeve of your sweater. “Besides. It may not be the way I wanted to leave but..I don’t have anything that makes me want to stay.”

You have me. He trembles, everything finally setting in. It wasn’t fair for him to say that though, because the reality was— he had you but he ruined it. He thought he lost you before, but this was a whole new level of pain he wasn’t sure he could live with.

He thinks of the fact that it’s the first week of September and takes a deep breath. “When?”

“Tomorrow.”

Fuck.

“Oh.”

He has a distant look in his eyes and you stay silent. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to say goodbye, didn’t think he deserved one after everything. The kicked puppy look being another reason why you were ready to simply leave and not look back.

“Guess I’ll just keep missing you then.” He says finally, voice wavering as he silently cries. Tears streaming down his face as he tries to force down the complete heartbreak.

“And I’ll keep waiting.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at him anymore. “Don’t. This is why I didn’t want to do this.”

“I’ll wait. You may not come back, but I’ll wait.”

“Stop, Eddie. Don’t do that to me or yourself—“

“I love you. You know I love you, and you know I’m never going to feel this way for someone else so I’ll wait—.”

“I knew you. I knew you, Eddie.” you look back at him and sigh. “Things are different now. We both know that.”

The door opens suddenly and Robin drunken grin transforms into shock, and she rambles. “Oh shit—uh, I’ll..uh, sorry! Jonathan was going to take pictures but—I’ll leave you guys alone or actually, no? Y/N, do you need..help?”

You shake your head and glance at the blonde. “No it’s fine, I was heading back inside right now.”

She clamps her mouth shut and nods, glancing at Eddie then disappearing behind the door. He’s unable to stop crying even you look back at him and glance back down. Unable to make eye contact.

“I should go.”

None of you move at first, the ghost of a goodbye hovering over you both. The inevitable end that you both desperately wished was different, finally making itself known.

You welcome it first, giving him one last smile and softly saying.

“Goodbye Eddie.”

He’s forced to watch you hesitate for a split second before turning around and pushing yourself into the home. Closing the door in his face for the second time.

He stares at the door for a few agonizing seconds before breaking down in your door steps, realizing that you telling him to simply fuck off would have been better than this.

You closed the door and press your forward against the wooden panels, trying to ignore the bleeding that seeped through reopened wounds.

The scars lingering, small what ifs already plotting their place into the back of your mind as you force yourself away from the door, away from Eddie—and back to the party.

—

December 1988

“Eddie! I need you out in the front?” The raspy voice of his insufferable boss, Ted, brings Eddie to roll out from underneath the car he was working on. He lets out a few curses as he sits up, setting down the tools and shouts back.

“I’m busy here, Ted. You deal with it. Didn’t you want me to fix this car before tomorrow morning?”

“I have an important call.” Complete bullshit. “ I have a customer that needs help with her car so get your ass out there.” The older male yells before he makes his way into his small office. He throws his head back and sighs. Of course.

Wiping some grease off his hands, he makes his way out from the back of the shop. He focuses on a certain spot on his wrist as he chirps out, “Fear not, Eddie’s here to fix whatever-“

He stops when he looks up, ready to greet the customer who was facing the other way with his easygoing smile when he’s hit with the sight of a white cardigan. Your head twirling around and his breath catches in his throat, a pathetic sound coming out as a result of it.

Eyes equally as wide, you take in Eddie’s appearance. The dirty blue jump suit hanged off his waist. Grease was not only staining his clothes, but his hands and arms. His hair was still long, something that you couldn’t help but admire, and it was pulled into a half bun.

“Eddie?”

“Y/N?”

You both gawk at each other before you finally tore your eyes away and laugh awkwardly. “Wow. I was kinda hoping I had more time before bumping into you.”

“You’re back.” He states once the shock begins to fade, taking in your appearance. The cardigan is what really floored him. You still had it all this time? He often stayed up at night thinking about whether you kept some of his belongs the same way he did.

One of your forgotten things— a sweater never left it’s place from his closet, never washed in fear that it wouldn’t smell like you again. He often was to afraid to touch it or take it out, afraid he cigarette stained fingers would ruin it.

Eddie continued to stare at you and you smile sheepishly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah. I’m back.” You chew your bottom lip and shrug. “Hawkins bad luck proves itself again though, my car died right when I got here. Luckily i noticed that there was something new in town..”

You glance around the shop and hug yourself. Eddie stun silence is finally broken as the mention of your car.

“Right. Your car.” He clears his throat. “Uh I’ll check that out for you. Probably the battery or something—“

“Most likely. It’s a piece of junk.” You scoff looking back at your car and kicking one of the wheels. Eddie glances at it and shrugs.

“Nothing compared to mine though.” He whistles, feeling himself began to ease into the light atmosphere. His nerves still had hands trembling.

You snort and follow him to your car, popping the hood open for him and leaning against the car as he begins to check it out. You allow yourself to look down the street, breathing in the cold air and the sight of Hawkins.

Eddie checks the battery. “Jesus how old is this thing?”

“I don’t know.” You raise an eyebrow when Eddie shoots you a look. “What! I’ve never been a car person, you know this.”

“Well I can get you a new battery, the problem is..” he sighs and looks at you. “I’ll have to order one. With how old this piece of shit is—“

“Hey!”

“And it’ll probably take a week.” He finishes, throwing the rag over his shoulder and closing the hood. You groan and slump against the vehicle.

“Great. First day here and I can’t even make it all the way to my house.”

“I can drive you.” He quickly says. “My shift ended 30 minutes, that dickhead just loves having me around so much.”

He rolls his eyes and you can’t stop your own smile from growing. A small pang of hope etching into his chest at the sight. He forgot how much it warmed him up inside. The cold breeze of December had no match against it.

You think for a moment then look back at your car. “You better still have that ugly van because I need space for my suitcases.”

Eddie gasps in offense and holds his heart. “Ugly? You use to say you loved my van?”

“Oops. Secrets out.” You grin before unlocking your trunk and pushing a bag into his arms.

“I honestly thought my ears were playing tricks on me when I heard him yell your name.” You muse, watching the trees become a blur out the window. “Because Eddie? A mechanic?”

“Wayne knew the guy.” Eddie explains, trying not to focus too much on the fact that his passenger seat was finally filled again. “Wouldn’t quit until I agreed to work there. It was easy to learn though.”

“Huh.” You shake your head and laughs. “Wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“What? You thought I would be selling drugs my whole life? Besides, no other place wanted to hire me.”

“No.” You frown, sitting up. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean…I guess I expected you to be gone.”

“Gone?” He throws you a questioning look.

“Yeah like..eventually you would have left Hawkins. Maybe decide that corroded coffin would play somewhere else that wasn’t the hide out.”

Eddie goes quiet at that and you get the courage to look at him. His face was soft, sadness swimming in his eyes. “I told you I would wait.”

You’re struck with that conversation that occurred two years ago. Two years since you forced yourself to leave and attempted to forget your first love, and your first heartbreak. A lump grows in your throat and you stare at the road.

“I meant what I said.” He says sadly. “You may have thought I was just saying that. That it was lies but. I waited. Even if I wanted you to leave and be happy, I still wanted to wait. Just in case.”

“In case I came back.” You mumble. “And I did.“

He slows down to a stop in front of your home and you stare at the front door, exhaling. “You know..I didn’t think I would ever miss it. Hawkins. But I did, couldn’t stop even if I was in some expensive school in New York.”

“Are you on winter break?” He asks cautiously, the mention of college making him realize how temporarily this is. “When are you going back?”

You go quiet. He cuts the engine and waits, watching you as you look at him with a half smile.

“I’m not. I dropped out.”

“What?”

“You were right Eds.” Eds. Fuck he missed that. “College isn’t for me, I only did it for my parents and I realized in the beginning of my second year that I couldn’t stand following whatever plan they set out for me.”

“But you wanted to leave Hawkins no matter what—“

“You did too.” You cut in, getting defensive. “You also wanted to leave once, but still stayed. Even when I told you to not do that to yourself. So we’re both idiots who never really left their hometown huh?”

He swallows, not really knowing what to say at first.

“I’m taking it that you dad had an aneurysm.” He half jokes but it hits. You laugh, music to his ears and lean back against the seat.

“Oh yeah. That phone call was not pleasant. I’m sure a lecture is waiting for me.” Your smile is easy as you roll your head to look at him. “I can hear it now. Hear them saying that I proved them once again that I was the family disappointment and my sister would never do such a thing—“

“You’re not a disappointment y/n.” Eddie stops you and your voice gets caught in your throat, struggling to not let the tears brim from the look he throws at you.

All those memories of the same comforting words, the same adoration in his eyes whenever he held you and whispered the same words in your bedroom. It came rushing back and you had to refrain yourself from asking him to kiss things better.

Sure, maybe you healed from the initial heartbreak. But that didn’t mean it didn’t leave a scar, and you were afraid you might break if you continued to be in his presence, and ask him to kiss that scar. To trace it with lazy drawings of stars and sweet whispers.

“I should go.”

Eddie looks away, the same words from two years ago haunting him again, and nods, gripping onto the steering. He lets go to follow you to exit the van, grabbing some of your suitcases and helping to carry it to your porch.

He readies himself for the goodbye you will throw his way, confirmation that this small interacting will be all he will get.

But he didn’t want another goodbye. Not again on the same porch. He promised himself that he would wait, he did and you were back. It had to mean something. He told you that he would try. And he will.

“We still do play at the hide out.” You set down the last bag inside your home, keeping the door open with your foot and tilt your head at this. “Corroded coffin. You were right, never left that stupid bar.”

He chuckles and twirls one of the rings around his finger nervously. “Every Tuesday. Guess that’s something else that didn’t change in Hawkins.”

You blink and he rushes out before he loses the courage. “You should come see us. Tomorrow. We could use the usual critiques, you always were the one who could tell us how to be better and all.”

You hum, “Yeah. Gareth always was off with those drums.” You cough, and shrug. “I’ll see. Maybe I’ll stop by.”

Eddie shoulders deflates and nods, “Okay. Yeah, cool. If you don’t, that’s fine!” He begins stepping down the porch steps. “I’ll give you a call once your cars all ready. You know what, I can even drive it here myself. So uh yeah…”

The bye was ready on his lips, his face grimacing at the thought of going back to that emptiness of his van but you speak up. Flinching as though your mouth spoke before you thought clearly.

“I’ll be ready at 8.”

“..What?”

“Tomorrow.” You step into your home and glance back at him, your face now unreadable. “Your gigs always start at 9 right? Pick me up at 8.”

“Pick you..pick you up..right! Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 8.” He stammers, pulling a strand in front of his face as you raise an eyebrow. “That sounds like a plan. Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

His voice is hopeful and you could only smile, having missed that boyish demeanor on him. “Yes eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You close the door and sigh, leaning back against it. Hoping that you were making the right decision, hoping he was ready to make up on his promise of doing anything.

Eddie stared at the door, but instead of guilt or heartbreak that usually followed, he was met with hope. Something that grew as he walked back to his van, a bump in his step.

A hope that maybe—there could be a different ending for you and him.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #Eddie munson #eddie munson angst #Eddie asks #eddie fic #Eddie #Eddie munson imagines #eddie stranger things #Eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #WAHHH

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years

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Here Comes the Bride

Callsign: Angel; Before becoming a navy pilot, Angel worked as a field medic for the navy. Many of her patients called her their guardian angel.

Y/n is used in this fic!

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw / Fiancé!Reader

In which the Bradshaws prepare for their wedding, but decide to play a joke for the first looks.

This is entirely inspired by a tiktok I saw. Also long time no see guys!! I haven’t been super motivated to write, but hopefully my old ideas come back and we can get those out to y’all :)

i am in love with this concept tho. i didn’t know how to end this so sorry for the abrupt ending lol

WARNINGS!! swearing, fluff, i’m a comedian

(god this man is a snack holy fu-)

Rooster couldn’t have been more nervous for the ceremony. He hadnt thought he was actually going to be nervous, as he wasn’t feeling jitters at all leading up to the date.

You were trying your best to stay calm and collected, but Hangman was not making that easy. He appeared more nervous than you, running around, claiming it had to be perfect. He made you cry. Twice. Rooster would not be hearing about it for the sake of their friendship.

When the time for first looks rolled around, you were running around like a chicken with its head cut off. There was so much to do, how were you expected to sit there for an hour to get your makeup done?

“Can’t we just, like, cancel first looks?” you asked loudly, directed at your best friend and copilot Phoenix.

“What? No!”

“Tashaaaaa… I’m not ready! And Bradley probably is, and we would keep him waiting, but then I would start crying, and ruin alllll this makeup, so I think it’s better if we just don’t do it,” you rambled on and on until Natasha cut you off.

“Y/n, no. Put on your big girl panties, you wanted to include all the wedding traditions, we aren’t changing anything now. That means no cancelling first looks, no sending someone out for you, none of that-”

“Send someone out for me?? Holy shit, that’s genius Tash!!” you cut her off, and she looked about ready to break the mascara wand in her hand.

“Who the hell would even go for you? That’s not like a normal thing people do…” Hangman pondered over on his personal sofa in the window, with his glass of white wine and custom “bridesman” robe.

You and Phoenix just looked at each other and smiled. Instead of feeling fear, you were now about to witness the funniest joke of the century.

“You.”

—————————

It was quite the hastle fitting one of your back up gowns on your wingman, but somehow you and Phoenix got it on him. He looked like an idiot, perfect. As the time for first looks rolled around, you grabbed your veil and a bridesmaid bouquet, handed them to Jake, and sent him on his way.

Luckily, you were ready for first looks as well this time, so once your little joke was done, you would go actually do first looks.

There was a window in the hallway overlooking the courtyard, where the first looks where planned. You saw Bradley and the photographer, no Hangman to be seen yet.

The photographer spotted you in the window, waved, and made a comment to Bradley, who you could see visibly tense. He wasn’t ready, he was scared. You were too, but you knew he was going to act all calm and collected as long as he could.

You remembered that you never updated the photographer on this prank, so you sent him a text.

“Hey, we’re gonna have a little fun, so I’m not coming out just yet. You’ll see, just try not to spoil the joke and make sure to take pictures! I’ll be out after the joke is over, Thanks!”

Just as the photographer read your texts and sent you a thumbs up, the doors you were supposed to walk out of opened, and there stood Hangman. Coyote and Bob were losing their shit beside you and Tasha, both recording on their phones.

You would see the photographer try his hardest to hold back from making a face, and you could practically see Bradley’s expression. It made you feel bad, but you knew he would loosen up after this little stunt.

Hangman waddled to the middle of the courtyard, and tapped Bradley on the shoulder. He took in a deep breath, and turned slowly. As soon as he laid eyes on his best friend dressed in one of your backup gowns, he lost it. Coyote and Bob were practically crying, and Phoenix was on the floor laughing. You had to hide yourself behind a wall to make sure Rooster didn’t see you when he turned to look in the window everyone was looking out of. That only made him laugh harder, seeing all his friends were in on the joke.

Once things had begun to simmer down, you headed out the doors and had your real first looks, which ended up with Bradley in tears, as expected. The pictures from both looks turned out fantastic, and you couldnt help but be amazed by the memories a small prank created.

#top gun #top gun maverick #missbayside #rooster fanfic #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster fluff

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mangoharvest · 10 months

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May I please request a Yandere Deuce??? Also please drink water!

Henlo YES. I’m SO sorry I was gone for like 5 years. I had this one since 1/18 and just barely finished, so it will def feel rushed. Sorry it took so long, and feel free to req more (that will NOT take so long lol). Also, this one is not as yandere as I would like. I think Deuce is objectively one of the less insane charas so it's hard to imagine him being true yandere if that makes sense lol.

White Knight - Yandere!Deuce x Reader

Deuce is a good kid. He really is. Sure he had a rough patch in middle school, but that’s all behind him! At least, that’s what he has managed to convince those around him of. While it was mostly true, you could always tell he was never 100% genuine. He may not have even noticed it. How his eyes shifted at the mention of a local gang spotting, or how his adams apple would bob lightly when someone brought up sneaking out to party. The man was hardly a party monster, but it had been quite a while before the opportunity to relax had presented itself. So, when you had offered to sneak him out of school to celebrate New Year’s, it was difficult to bother feigning surprise. At least, that’s what it had appeared like.

“Deuce,” You hissed, tapping at his window, “Oi… It’s me! My magishift skills are as good as your grades, so hurry and open up!!” A low blow? Sure, but it’s not as if it was a lie.

After a few moments and much more frantic tapping, said man finally came to the window, prying it open just enough for you to slither in. “About time.” You muttered, huffing from a mix of annoyance and slight exasperation. You placed your broom next to the window, mentally noting to return it later.

“Sorry about that,” Deuce muttered, smoothing down his blazer, “I was trying to get that idiot Ace out for the night. Luckily he just texted me he’s got plans already.”

“I see. Lucky indeed.”

As quickly as you had come in, you made your way back to your exit. Reaching out a hand, you offered Deuce an awkward smile. “Are you coming, or what?”

—

“I thought you wanted to get out for once.” You murmured curiously. Though no one could hear your musings from the bar, Deuce sure jumped as if he could. He had always been awkward, but you had been thoughtless enough to assume that he could at least attempt to channel whatever he had going on before NRC. How foolish of you.

You had chosen a smaller club with his help, something more low-key from the usual spots. The music was good- but not nauseating- and the bar didn’t bother to ID you since you used to run with the manager. It was the ideal situation for anyone that didn’t exactly ooz sociability; so imagine your surprise when the party-craving Deuce refused to leave your side. While this in itself wasn’t awful, he also refused to leave the wall. Getting drink refills 20 feet away was the farthest the two of you had been all night. Thank god the man was a nervous drinker.

“Your lemon drops?” The bartender offered, placing the two drinks delicately beside you. You nodded in thanks, offering a small smile as you tuck your phone away. As you paid for the drinks, another is placed down. “Oh, uh,” You chuckled awkwardly, “I think you have the wrong person for this last one.” Internally, you prayed the bartender wasn’t about to say what you think he was.

“It’s no mistake, the gentleman over there paid.” Your nervously frozen smile followed the bartender’s gaze, landing on an older man along the counter. A glass shattering snapped you out of your trance. You smiled again to the bartender, before nodding dismissively at the gentlemen and taking your two original drinks.

Much to your dismay, you only manage a step back to the safety of the wall before your path is cut off. Fuck! You mutter, barely managing to hide your disdain behind a paper-thin smile. “Can I help you?”

“It seems like you forgot something, care for some company on your way back.” Jesus christ, it really couldn’t get worse than this. Your smile quickly fades, though you're sure to keep a semi-polite tone.

“Oh sorry, I’m really not much of a shot person. Plus I’m here with a friend.” The man dramatically looks on either side of himself, shrugging before moving further towards you.

“I don’t see anyone as lovely as you here. Looks like they left you.

“Oh, no he’s actual-”

“I’m sure you’re used to that,” He shushes you. Your face morphs into one of clear annoyance. You hadn’t missed the implications in his tone, and now you felt no obligation to cater to his weird mockery-flirting. You begin to brush past him.

“I gotta go.”

“Hey hey, careful there!” His hand, which had already been uncomfortable close, grasped at your wrist. As you tugged away from him, you could feel his grip tighten. Your body begins to fill with a suffocating sense of dread.

“Can’t have you falling down and wasting our drinks.” Your glare is met with an insufferably confident smirk. Of course you just had to run into this shit stain the one time you went out on a school night.

“Hey...” Your partner for the night called, sending a shiver down your spine. You knew about how he used to be when he was younger, but this felt completely different from what he had told you. He was furious, seething at the man before him.

“Deuce,” you breathed with a sigh of relief, “There you are-” as you attempted to break away from the strange man’s grip, you could feel the pain in your wrist only increase. He noticed you beginning to flail, and yanked you towards him.

“Let go of me, you stupid prick!” You seethed, still trying to be semi discreet as to not set Deuce off. The man has an unreadable expression, before looking at you in bewilderment.

“Why are yo-”

Too late.

Before you could react, the man was already on the floor.

“Oh shit, Deuce what did y-” Before you could finish your question, said man grabs your hand. “We have to go.” he states, not leaving room for rebuttal as he starts towards the door. Wordlessly, you follow behind him. By this point, both of your drinks were on the floor, and the party had been definitely tainted by having some random man’s knocked out body on the floor. Behind you, a pair of security guards come dashing out, yelling for you to stop. Terrified, you only run faster.

–

It isn’t long before you could feel your lungs sting, tugging lightly at Deuce in hopes he would slow down a bit. He peers at you, seemingly brought back to reality upon seeing how disheveled your impromptu race had made you. Looking behind him, he bit back a frustrated growl, before focusing on you apologetically.

“Sorry about this.”

“Sorry about w-Hey!” You yelp in surprise as Deuce lifts you bridal style (quite easily too) and hastily begins running off again. It’s amazing how he is somehow faster than before, and not long until the security guards of the club give up their pursuit. The sky above you is an odd purple shade- no doubt a result of residual magic in this world. There were a few unnaturally big stars out tonight, providing light in tandem with the moon. The rest of the city slept, as only its party district was known to function around this time. Despite this, Deuce kept running, barely breaking a sweat. You could hear his footsteps echo against the stone tiles that guided your path.

“Deuce, you can stop now. I think they’re gone.” You murmur in his ear as to not startle him. His face flushes a bit, before shaking his head. “It’s ok, I’ll just slow down a bit.”

He does as he says, slowing to a walking pace, but refusing to let you down. “It’s okay, really.” He keeps assuring you, doing little to dampen your protests. Eventually, you relent.

“You’re so stubborn,” You pout, gently adjusting your arms to wrap around his neck. “My stubborn little knight.”

“A knight?” Deuce questions, face exploding to a shade of crimson only matched by Rosehearts himself. You chuckle at his antics, going further and placing a chaste kiss on his lower jaw (it was all you could reach at that angle). Deuce’s face explodes with shock, and he starts mumbling and muttering like a madman.

“Deuce.” You chide, causing his gaze to snap right onto you, before darting away and back again. He was quite adorable like this. Such a clear contrast from earlier. You had seen him worked up before, but he was really upset tonight. He looked like a bomb about to go off. The insane strength behind his punch, in addition to the unusually commanding tone he used with you made you nervous (though not in a purely negative manner). If you weren’t so sure he would never hurt you, you likely would have been scared shitlesss.

You take the chance to curl further into him, making sure to hold his gaze with a slight blush of your own. “Thank you. For tonight. I was… I was really scared back there. That man, he really freaked me out…” Thinking about what had happened earlier that night made you shiver in Deuce’s hold, making said man hold you closer with a slight grimace.

You kept going. “But, you really helped me out big time. I don’t think I’ll ever need someone to protect me as long as I have you.” You joke, closing your eyes to rest a bit before getting to NRC.

Little did you know, Deuce’s heart was racing. He felt every hair on his body stand in delight, and his face was frozen in one of disbelief and awe. Then, he chuckled. It was more akin to a scoff, maybe. You really couldn’t tell. All you could feel was his resting his head atop your own, muttering proudly, “I’ll always be there for you.”

You snuggle into his side, vaguely hearing the sound of his ringer going off, followed by an annoyed and gruff, “I’ll send the money tonight.” and some yelling from the other line. He hangs up, muttering something about Ace needing his snack money back. You nodded silently, then had a weird recollection from earlier.

You had texted with Floyd right before getting your drinks, and according to him, Ace’s phone has been broken since last night’s practice. An odd coincidence, but maybe his mom called and he was embarrassed. However, you began thinking. The man from earlier; had he been looking at you? Or had his gaze been settled past you? It was weird, too weird to feel coincidental, but not enough to really raise any flags.

Deuce was your white knight. So surely he would never orchestrate something like this…right?

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Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader

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A/n: I honestly do not know what the plot is I just decided to write it and finally finish it. I hope you like lol any feedback is appreciated! 🌷

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It was complicated to say the least.

You somehow ended up being friends with a villain that had attacked your friends not once but three times. Were you insane? Maybe, it all depends on how people actually take time to think things through.

Of course you don't condone what the villains have done to innocent people. And you also clearly aren't siding with them either. But knowing how you have such a soft heart, more or else you somehow understood why he was the way he was.

"Hey, (last name)!" Midoriya yelled as he caught up with you.

You stopped and looked over your shoulder. Softly smiling you said, "Hey, Midoriya. What's up?"

"The others and I were talking about going to a karaoke near the school." He explained, "Would you like to come along?"

"Today?"

He nodded. "It's when everyone is mostly free and since midterms are over we thought it'd be a nice way to unwind and relax."

"I actually have to do something first back at the dorms." You said, "Would you mind sending me the address so I can meet up with you guys later?"

"Sure." Midoriya took out his phone and quickly messaged you the name and address. "Do you want me to wait for you―?"

Shaking your head you checked your phone seeing the text had gone through.

"No worries, I won't be long." You assured him, "I should be there in about 10 minutes."

"Well, alright then. Let me know if you need anything."

You softly smiled, "I will!"

After parting ways with your friend you made your way towards the dorms alone. In all honesty it felt kinda nice, arriving back by yourself without any yelling for once. You did appreciate your friends a lot and were thankful, but sometimes with all the chaos around you it always felt nice to have some quiet time.

As you entered the building you saw someone standing there looking at the picture frames that were hung up on the huge green wall.

You immediately stopped moving as panic began to course through your veins.

"I didn't realize you were this close to them." They said, "I admit I'm kinda jealous that we don't have even one photo together."

Your head immediately turned in all directions, hoping there wasn't a single soul around. Especially not Mr. Aizawa who was known to appear and disappear in an instant.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered quickly walking over to him. "How did you even get in?!"

He turned around with one hand behind his head smiling at you.

"I was able to sneak in through your window. Also you really need a new door, it keeps creaking when you open it."

"Dabi…" You sighed, "I told you that you can't show up just like this… anyone could have walked in and see you."

"Don't worry, I overheard you and that Midoriya kid talking about everyone going to karaoke." He explained, "I doubt anyone else is left in the building."

"Well yeah― that doesn't mean that my teacher is gone though."

"Come on, (name) you're over worrying about nothing."

Dabi walked closer to you and opened his arms. "Is it a crime to want and see my favorite doll?"

You knew he meant well still the feeling of someone walking in and seeing you both together did not sit well.

But you couldn't resist, walking closer to him you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. A smile rested on his face as he wrapped his arms around your figure, inhaling your scent.

"These class 1-A idiots are stealing you away from me." He said, "I haven't even been able to see you in almost a month because of them."

"That's not true," you muttered closing your eyes and enjoying his warmth. "You also have been busy and have been gone weeks on trips without talking to me either."

"Because I can't risk your safety." Dabi petted the top of your head. "You know they're already on to me thinking I have a girlfriend and all that crap."

Chuckling you looked up at him, "I mean it wouldn't surprise me if you do end up finding one later on."

"Why go looking when she might be standing in front of me?" He teased.

Blushing you looked away, "You're unbelievable."

"Hey, (last name)!"

Your body froze.

"Shit…" Dabi cursed under his breath as he realized you two have been caught.

"Deku keeps asking about you idiot! How much longer―" Bakugo's eyes glared at the mysterious figure. "What the― who the hell is this?"

Thankful that Dabi's back was facing him, you pulled away and stepped forward.

"He's just… an old friend who came by for a visit." You nervously spoke.

"Does Mr. Aizawa know?" He questioned not believing anything you were saying.

"O―Of course!" You quickly said. "My friend was actually about to leave, he was just passing by since he has stuff to do."

Bakugo's gaze focused on him, still feeling hesitant. "He can't talk or what?"

"Well… he tends to be a bit shy is all." You answered looking away, "But once he gets to know someone he doesn't stop talking at all!"

"Mhm."

You saw the way he was looking at Dabi, his glare became intense.

"What did Midoriya want by the way?" you asked, shifting his focus back on to you.

"That bastard won't shut up about you." He rolled his eyes, "Can you fucking hurry up and go?! I don't want to keep hearing him complaining."

"I'll be right there―"

"Whatever." Bakugo grumbled and stomped out of the dorms already feeling too annoyed to even stay any longer.

Breathing a sigh of relief you said, "Why don't we meet up afterwards instead?" You suggested. "That way they won't keep wondering where I am―"

"Can't you just make up an excuse?"

Turning your head you looked at him, his eyes were casted down. A look of sadness formed in those bright blue orbs.

"Dabi… did you want to hangout today?"

He looked off to the side, feeling himself turning red for admitting that he did not want them stealing your attention.

"Why didn't you say anything? You know I like spending time with you too."

"It seems like you enjoy spending time with them more."

"Well they're my friends." You said getting closer to him hoping he'll look at you. "Of course I like hanging out with them and you. You're one of my best friends, Dabi."

"I'm your best friend?…"

You nodded, "Well yeah… I mean unless you don't see me like someone close―"

Dabi sighed tilting his head back to the ceiling, "You're an idiot." He mumbled.

Tilting your head to the side you asked him confused, "What?"

He turned to look at you, "I never said I didn't consider you someone close to me. If that was true I wouldn't insist on seeing you."

"True…" you muttered looking down at your feet in shame. "I―I shouldn't have… second guessed anything…"

"No you shouldn't have." Dabi took a step forward, surprising you as he held your cheeks with both of his hands. "I like being around you doll, as embarrassed as I am to say this but… I miss you when you're not next to me."

Slowly you looked up at him, "You― wait really?… I mean I'm not going to you know― doubt what you're saying… but you usually seem like you're comfortable being with Toga too."

"She's someone I have to work with, she's a colleague. Of course she is somewhat tolerable though." He explained, however the way he looked at you said something else. "Believe me if you were the one in her place instead I wouldn't hesitate to go to work everyday if it meant seeing you."

Your heart started to flutter, you felt it could fly away any second as you heard him speak. Never did you realize that maybe Dabi would feel that way about you. Of course your friendship started in such a random way, in your mind you thought it would disappear one day but you were taught wrong as the days passed by.

"You're making me feel like an idiot here… the least you can do is respond, you know?"

"R―Right, well I… I actually do not know what to say." You admitted looking away from him, "You are usually self reserved, hearing you talk like that… it's a surprise… but it feels comforting. It's nice to hear you say what you feel."

Dabi's face flushed a dark red, yet it made him feel happy that you were comfortable with him being more open.

"Why don't we go and hangout in your room?" He suggested moving his hand to hold the back of your neck gently as his thumb brushed across your cheek bone. "That way you won't feel as anxious in case someone comes in."

Y―Yeah." You stuttered, feeling nervous about being alone with him.

Before it was a normal occurrence, he used to always come see you at night. Whether it was during your studying time or when you were about to sleep, you never denied him to come inside.

But with all the things he said, it made it feel even more intimate. Dabi was someone you could always count on and trust, yet somehow your heart was beating rapidly than it normally would.

As quickly as you could you unlocked your dorm room and walked inside. You breathed a sigh of relief feeling safe knowing no one would see you two.

As he walked into your room he noticed a picture hanging above your desk. Squinting his eyes, he got closer and realized it was taken during your first time you hung out together.

You decided to change out of your uniform and into some more comfier clothes in the bathroom. When you walked out you saw him still standing in front of your desk.

"Hey, everything alright?" you asked walking over to him.

"I didn't know you had taken a photo that day." He spoke not moving from his spot.

"Oh," you blushed. "I―I was going to tell you but I did not want to make you feel weird since it was the first time we hung out when I was in Kyoto for the weekend."

"You should have told me," he said turning around to face you and took a step forward towards you. "Here I was acting jealous when I shouldn't of have to begin with."

You played with your fingers, "Dabi you shouldn't feel jealous… I treasure our friendship a lot. I do not wish… to think that one day it might end."

"Doll," he sat down at the edge of your bed. "My life expectancy is low you know that with the type of work I do."

"I know…" You mumbled, "But you always come back no matter what happens. I―I mean you said it and you have kept that promise since the beginning."

A faint smile rested on his lips, extending his hand out to you. You took the signal and walked over to him, holding his hand.

"I actually said it as a more of a comfort for me." He admitted as you sat down next to him. "I didn't use to care about staying alive but knowing that you're counting on me and I have someone like you… it has been the source that makes me come back."

"Dabi…" you softly said as you held his cheek carefully, being afraid of hurting him more than he already was. "If you need to have a reason then use me as it, I want you to keep living. No matter what happens I know that one day you will be able to live the life you want."

"How can you have such high hopes for me?"

Smiling small you leaned in and kissed his cheek, his eyes closed feeling your lips against his burned flesh. "Because you are still human and someone who has been through so much still deserves to have their good ending."

Dabi's heart began to pick up its rhythm. Having you this close to him was something he's wanted for a long time. He was hesitant to say anything to ruin the friendship he had built with you. You meant everything to him but it was difficult to stop himself from admitting his feelings to you.

"Do you have any work you need to get done?" He asked.

"I managed to finish everything, I only one thing to do but it's not urgent." You answered, "Do you want to watch a movie? I can order us some food."

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "That sounds nice actually. You don't mind if I stay late tonight?"

"Not at all." You smiled looking at him, "I was going to head home until tomorrow morning."

"Finally," he threw his head back looking up at the ceiling then back at you. "We can stay up late."

"Hey, I like getting my hours of sleep in."

"Still, there's nothing bad about staying up late once in awhile you know."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Yeah yeah."

――――――

"Is the food almost here?" Dabi asked as he looked over your shoulder at your phone.

"It should be here…." you mumbled looking at the info shown on the screen. "In a minute, it's actually around the corner."

"Finally… I was starving." He whined, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Don't be impatient." You chuckled, "I'll go get it now."

"Don't leave me yet," Dabi muttered as he hugged you tighter around your waist.

You turned your head to look at him. "I won't be long," gently you ran your fingers through his hair. "I'll be quick."

"Mhmm." He closed his eyes enjoying the way your fingers easily glide through his black locks.

After a minute of peaceful silence and sound approvals from him he reluctantly let you go because he was hungry.

Quietly you walked out of your room and headed towards the entrance to the pick up the food from the delivery driver.

"Thank you." You said taking the bag of food and turning back to head inside.

"(name)!" Mina exclaimed.

"Crap…" you muttered to yourself and looked to your left to see everyone making their way towards the dorms.

"We missed you!" Hagakure said as she hugged you tightly.

"We were waiting on you but Bakugo said you had a friend over." Sero said.

"oh uh ha ha y―yeah." You chuckled awkwardly.

Mina furrowed her eyebrows looking at you intently.

Your averted her gaze knowing she was trying to read you.

"You have a boyfriend don't you?!" She accused.

"W―well… he is a boy and he is as friend―"

"You're telling me someone already got to you first before I had a chance?!" Kaminari yelled, "I'll kill him!"

"Who are you going to tell, Kaminari?" Sero questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest, not believing what he was saying.. "You easily get scared when someone talks to you when you're not paying attention."

"T―that is not true!"

"Is it that idiot from earlier?" Bakugo spoke.

"You saw him?!" Mina yelled, shaking him back and forth by his collared shirt.

"Get the hell off of me you alien eyes!"

The bakusquad gathered around him, questioning him about everything and anything that had to do with your secret mysterious boyfriend.

Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu walked over to you not wanting to do anything with what was going on behind them.

"Do you really have… a boyfriend?" Midoriya asked.

You shook your head, "No no no, he isn't my boyfriend I swear!"

"We believe you, it's just…" Uraraka paused trying to think of a way to say what she wanted to without doubting you. "You look a bit flustered."

"I'm flustered b―because I'm embarrassed."

"Not to over ask but isn't that a big bag of food for two people?" Todoroki asked.

"She's probably under fed and needed some extra food." Iida answered for you, feeling relief he at least wasn't doubting what you were saying.

"R―Right of course!' Yaoyorozu agreed. "I have to do the same because of my quirk.

And to add more fuel to the fire your phone rang and the screen lit up with a single letter, D <;3.

It caught everyone's attention, including the bakusquad.

"Sorry guys…" you apologized and answered the phone. "Hey…"

"Hey, what's taking you so long?"

"Oh hey, no I'm just talking with some of my friends. And you?"

Dabi walked over to your window and slightly peeked from behind the curtains to see you surrounded by all of your classmates. An idea popped into his head.

"Do you need me to get you out of there?" Dabi couldn't help but smile at how nervous and cute you looked.

"No not at all, I'm fine… really." You assured him smiling as you looked at your friends.

"Put me on speaker, I'm sure they're dying to hear from me." He suggested, "I can help you get away."

"It's fine."

"Put him on speaker!" Mina exclaimed.

Dabi breathed out a laugh, amused by your friends persistence. "Come on doll."

"Okay." You moved your phone away from your ear and pressed on the button. "You're on speaker―"

"Are you really her boyfriend?!" Kaminari yelled out hiding slightly behind Kirishima.

"Hey, well to be honest I have made anything official yet."

Dabi had changed his voice, it didn't sound anything like him, it felt you were talking to someone different.

"No surprise there." Bakugo spoke.

"I will soon though I doubt you'll be able to beat me though."

"What the hell did you say?!" Bakugo got pulled back by Kirishima and Kaminari. "I'll beat your ass you―"

"Kacchan!" Midoriya yelled, "Calm down."

"Are you serious about her or are you two just friends?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"We are friends, I have known her for a while but can't deny she makes my heart go crazy when I see her." Dabi answered.

The back of your eyes turned red, along with your cheeks.

"You shouldn't say those things…" You said.

"I'm not lying when I say that you are special, (name)."

"Okay that is kinda cute." Tsu said.

"Sounds to me like it won't be long before you make a move." Mina teased looking at you.

"Maybe." Dabi chuckled. "It was nice talking to you guys, but I have to go."

"Awe! so soon mysterious boyfriend?" Hagakure pouted.

"I'll make sure to let (name) pass the phone to speak to you guys again."

"You wish!" Bakugo exclaimed.

"For sure, maybe next time we can have a longer conversation." Kirishima spoke.

"Take care of her for me alright ladies?" Dabi asked, "I know the guys will do as well."

"We will make sure your little flower is taken care of." Mina smiled.

"Fore sure!" Uraraka chimed in, "We promise."

"Ribbit!" Tsu said.

"You guys make me feel reassured, I'll talk to you guys next time!"

Everyone bit him goodbye, you put him off speaker and walked inside with everyone following you.

Quickly you made your way towards your room hoping to avoid any questions your classmates might have.

"Did that help?" He walked away from the window and sat down on the bed.

"You made me turn red, Dabi." you whispered. "I almost did not recognize your voice."

"I had to change it given that they already know who I am."

"I know… I just did not expect it. I'm almost at my room, I'll see you in a sec."

Hanging up you opened your door and walked inside, Dabi took the bag from your hands and put it on your desk.

"Did you like my voice?"

You shook your head, "I… like your normal voice."

"Really?" he bit his bottom lip smiling.

"It suits you better."

He couldn't help but wrap his arms around your waist from behind, you could feel his breath tickling your neck. ''Being your boyfriend… would that suit me better too?"

Your face turned beet red, you covered your face with your hands feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

"You're cute when you blush."

"Y―you shouldn't say stuff like that…" you muttered.

"Why not?"

"B―because…" you stuttered getting out of his hold. "You only say those words when you mean them n―not just to joke around."

Dabi then moved to stand in front of you, blocking your way. You were too shy to look at him in the eyes. However he did not back own and took your hands.

"Who said I was joking around, doll?"

"You always say stuff like that…" you mumbled, "And laugh every time I get beet red by your comments."

"Have you noticed that you are the only constant female in my life?"

"Well yeah... doesn't mean you might fall for someone in the future―"

"If that had been the case I would be with them and not with you right now." He pointed out, "Look at me doll."

You felt hesitation, deep down you hoped your feelings would be reciprocated. Then again if he did and your relationship failed you would also lose a dear friend in the process, something you did not want to face.

"Please..."

With those simple letters you were always a sucker for him.

Giving in, you tilted your head to look at him in the eyes. His blue orbs shining brightly as he looked down into your beautiful (eye color) orbs.

"I really do, like you (name)."

Your eyes widened at his confession, you were too stunned to speak.

"I do not want you think that I'm joking around and only hope to get something from you because that isn't what I want." He sincerely spoke, bringing your face closer to yours. "I want to be with you― even if it means sneaking around and visiting you until midnight when everyone else is asleep."

"I―I like you too... I have for awhile now but I-I don't want our friendship to end if it doesn't turn out to be like how we hoped it would―"

"No relationship is going to be perfect, doll." His eyes scanned all your beautiful features from the way your dimples that rested on your cheeks when you smiled to the beauty mark you have on your (your face feature) that complimented your (color skin) skin. "I won't lie and say that I will be perfect for you because hell― I'm not! I think you deserve better than me but I don't want to keep pretending like I don't have feelings for you."

"Honestly..." a faint smile rested on your lips, "Even if others confess to me I would tell them no... because you are the only one I want to sneak around with in the middle of the night."

"Are we... giving this a chance then?..."

You nodded, "I want to."

You never thought that it would be possible to see Dabi smile so big. It wasn't the same smile he gave you whenever he saw you, it was different. This smile actually reached his eyes.

He demonstrated actual happiness.

With wide smiles you both leaned in, feeling your noses bump against each other before your lips finally connected as one.

Your eyes closed trying to remember this moment, your first time kissing one another with no intention of it going over board. It was a kiss between two people that cared deeply about each other.

Dabi could feel his heart racing rapidly, feeling it thump against his rib cage. It was scary to him, knowing he now had someone important in his life that he knew he needed to protect at all costs. Without a doubt it may bring chaos and put him in danger but that didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that he had you, you were finally his.

After a minute of slow kissing you both pulled away, resting against each other's forehead with heavy breathing.

He smiled widely and pecked your lips, "You're so damn beautiful."

A villain and a hero in training, who would have thought.

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