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HAII! i’m so happy to hear you’re opening requests, your writing is incredible !!
if you remember my idea with the dancing, as you said a short thing, could you write something similar to that maybe?
if not, lee know and yn play truth or dare together one night, “do it, i dare” what happens is free for you to decide 😊
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devastate me.
pairing: minho x reader
genre/warnings: brother's best friend au, mutual pining, kinda fluffy?, kinda angsty?; tbh idek if this makes sense bc my apologies, i finished it at almost 3 in the morning in a delirious state of mind lol, unedited @.@
word count: 0.7k
note: hi strawberry!! i chose to do the second one bc i wasn't sure if i could do your original justice with just a quick drabble, but i hope you like this one regardless!! merry christmas heheheh <;33
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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what is lee minho?
to many, he's wonderfully charming, handsome, insanely smart and funny to the point that it's almost annoying, because how on earth can someone have it all just like that? he's kind and sweet. honest and gentle. the perfect man.
to you, he's all of those things and more. much more.
he's the person that you've been in love with for as long as you can remember. the person whose name you will forever associate with the longing of first love. it's beautiful, but it's pain nonetheless.
he's forbidden fruit, the one you want the most but can't possibly have.
your brother's best friend.
but...
if that's the case, if he's off limits to you and you're off limits to him, then why does he have a hand on the wall next to your head, looming over your body with the intensity of a predator? why is he caging you between his arms in the middle of a hallway, at a party in a stranger's house, where anybody could walk by and see you? why are his hips pressed against yours, blurring a line that could be never uncrossed if you take that step? why is he leaning in until you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, until your lips are brushing, so close and yet... so far away?
you know why, and it's possibly the worst thing that you could ever be aware of.
that as much as you're in love with him, he's in love with you too.
you feel it every time his eyes fall on you from across the room. every time his touch lingers on your skin from the simplest of interactions. every time he softens when you’re around. every time you’re alone together and he bites his tongue, swallowing down the words you wish he would say - the words you wish you could tell him yourself.
your voice comes out as a mere whisper. "what are you doing?"
maybe it's because you both have had something to drink. maybe it's just simply liquid courage.
“when are we going to stop pretending that there’s nothing going on between us?” he asks, voice dropping low, husky. it sounds a little vulnerable, just like you.
there’s no point in denying it. the truth is clear as day.
“we can’t,” you say.
“why not?”
“you know why.”
minho sighs, then clenches his jaw before he speaks next, frustration laced into every syllable. “i don’t care what anyone else thinks. i just want you.”
“min-”
“fuck,” he interrupts, leaning his forehead to rest against yours, his fingers holding onto your waist more tightly. “i love you.”
you place a hand on his chest, meaning to push him away but then you find his heartbeat under your palm instead, hammering against his chest like it wants to escape from his body.
in a split second of weakness, a split second where the logical part of your brain falters, your eyes flicker to his lips.
and minho, ever the sharp observer even in a state of mild inebriation, notices.
“do it,” he mutters, his words a stark contrast to the helpless tone that he says them with. “i dare you.”
a shaky inhale from you, an almost pleading look from him. even when he's practically begging you, he's handing you all control. to say no if that's what you really want. to leave and dismiss everything as just some stupid joke later on, and go back to revolving around each other in secret, like a couple of powerless fools.
your fingers grip his shirt, because goddamn, of course you want it. you've never wanted anything in your entire life more than you want him. you already have one foot in already, half a mind to blow it all the way to hell and deal with the fallout when the time comes.
you catch his eyes once more, and the sincerity in his galaxy shakes you to the core.
fuck it.
you pull him in, obliterating the gap.
i love you, but you’re telling him in a different way.
so, if someone were to ask you again: what is lee minho?
he’s a lot of things. charming, handsome, smart, funny. the person you love, the very one that you can’t have. the answer is pretty much the same.
but most of all, lee minho is devastating.
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Devotion — L. Heeseung
↬ pairing: knight heeseung x princess reader
↬ summary: no matter how many gentlemen are out there, wanting to marry you, you only have an eye on one.
↬ genre: romance, mutual feelings, fluff, short one shot!
↬ warnings: (ending kinda rushed bc i didn’t know how to end it ;_; but hope you enjoy!) not proofread
inspired by sooha x heli
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the amount of men that surrounds you made your head spin, not liking the attention that you are receiving. it’s funny, really. this is your life, a normal process for a princess to go through, though you hate it.
marrying someone you don’t love? that sounds like a nightmare to you. you would rather stab a fork through your eyes.
as if he could hear your mind, a familiar voice halted one of the gentlemen that was talking to you, or trying to as your mind was somewhere else.
“princess yn, your mother is looking for you.”
turning around, a smile immediately was painted on your lips as the only person you’ve been thinking about is now in front of you.
lee heeseung. the man of your dreams.
“i see, thank you for informing me. if you all excuse us.” your hand took his, something you don’t really think about as if felt too natural for you to do, leaving the loud chaos behind.
he guided you out of the ballroom and into the empty hallway, though he stopped there all the sudden, just like deja vu. looking up at him with your doe eyes, you couldn’t help but blush at how he was still holding onto your hand. just like a puzzle piece.
your heart beats rapidly as it was now just the two of you. the hallway wasn’t very well lit as the lights on the printed walls were dimmed. though you could still see how beautiful the man’s face is. bambi eyes staring back at you, your lips parting as he leaned down closer to you before feeling his index finger touch the tip of your nose.
a giggle left your lips, shaking your head at him. “you know, you need to make a different excuse. they might catch on.”
heeseung just smiled, his white pearls on display. that damn smile that made you fall for him in the first place.
“hey, it works every time. besides, there were times it was true.” he shrugged, a smile remained on his face. rolling your eyes playfully, you shook your head a bit. though it was a bit dark, you still shined bright through heeseung’s eyes. you looked like a goddess to him, an angel that has fallen from the sky.
god he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper the longer he stares through your eyes.
he cleared his throat. “so, any gentleman that caught your eye? or interest you even a little bit?”
sighing, he felt you slip your hand off him, trying to ignore the slight ache in his heart. you shook your head, something he already predicted as every time he ask that question you would always say no. he knew how much you dislike these gatherings. everyone was the same. they would always talk about their assets and land, which is the least of your concerns.
okay. but, only you know the real reason you’re not interested in anyone. it’s because of the man in front of you. the man that makes your heart flutter whenever he is near you. thinking about him makes your heart melt already. he got you wrapped around his finger.
“pft. they all talk about the same things. it is making my head hurt.” you whine, crossing your arms before you began to walk further away from the entrance of the ballroom, heeseung following you.
“what is it that you are looking for in a man?”
“i want someone that thinks about me. someone who will actually love me, instead of marrying someone just because. i want someone who will be there for me, the same way that i will be there for them. i want someone that can protect me. someone that makes me feel butterflies in my stomach whenever i see them.”
i want to marry you, you wanted to say.
heeseung watched you stop on your tracks, turning around with your heels to face him. “i want to marry for love, bambi.” the nickname caused his heart to skip a beat, feeling himself gulp harshly.
he took a step forward, now closer to you. looking up at him with your doe eyes, as the height difference between the two of you was significant, you couldn’t help but take his hand in yours. skinship wasn’t something new between the two of you, though every time you feel his skin touch yours, your stomach starts to flip.
“and you will find that, bunny. i will make sure of that. your happiness is my priority.” his voice sounded so heavenly in your ears. his hand squeezed yours softly, a soft smile appearing on his lips. the room started to feel a bit too warm for you. you were sure it was because of how close he was to you. the tip of your ears red as fire, and you were thankful the lights were dimmed in the hallway.
your lips parted as you stared up at the man in front of you, feeling as if he was putting a spell on you. he looks so surreal. a beautiful man with a kind personality, where else can you find that? he is a rare gem indeed.
"what if i'm interested in someone that might not feel the same?" the phrase blurted out of your mouth before you could even comprehend. you looked down for a moment, suddenly feeling intimidated by his gaze, not knowing where to look at. "will you do something about it?"
he looks down at you so softly, as if you’re a porcelain glass that he doesn’t want to break. all with care and love.
"i am sure i don't have to. loving you isn't hard, yn. any men can easily fall in love with you."
your eyes finally looked up to find his. you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head. “and how’d you know that? are you in love with me?” you jest, though your heart quickly palpitated.
it was silent for a bit, just hearing the chaos of the ballroom in the background. you could hear the musical instruments along with people’s laughter.
heeseung’s eyes shifted down to your lips, his hand gripping yours more securely, not wanting to let you go. that caused your breathing to become shallow, watching the man in front of you.
“i am.”
your eyes widened, blinking slowly. “huh?” your voice was quiet, feeling as if all oxygen started to disappear. your chest rises up much higher than before, your corset feeling tight as ever. gosh, you feel like you were about to faint.
you’ve known heeseung for the longest time. you two basically grew up together, and he would always tell you, ‘i exist to protect you.’ a phrase that never fails to make your heart flutter.
you don’t even remember the time that you started to develop feelings. perhaps you’ve liked him ever since you two met. a childhood crush that grew into something much more special.
you’ve never thought that he will be confessing to you. so now that he did, you didn’t know what to say. it felt like a dream.
heeseung’s eyes changed, now showing concern and worry. he could see the change in your state. “yn? you’re pale. are you okay?”
you couldn’t even say anything, your throat dry. what is wrong with you? the man in front of you just confessed and now you’re frozen?
suddenly you felt yourself being lifted, a soft noise coming out of your mouth. heeseung has lifted you up off your feet, walking out of the building and out towards the garden. you clung onto his neck, just staring at man. he gently sat you down the bench, looking at you so worriedly.
“do you need to be alone? some water? tell me how i can help.” he rambles, kneeling down on his knee so his eyes are the same level as yours.
“just hold me.”
you spoke before you could even think.
heeseung blinked, his thoughts all over his head at the moment. all he wanted to do was to make you feel better as he hates seeing you feel uncomfortable. all his years with you he has never seen you like this around his presence. so when you told him to hold you, he just did it.
he immediately wrapped his strong arms around your frame. he didn’t hesitate. that warmed your heart, and it immediately started to make you feel better. the way he held you so gently but firmly. you buried your face on his face, his scent filling your nose.
you felt his hand holding your head, caressing your hair softly. you could literally melt in his arms.
"i apologize." you mumbled, your voice vibrating against his silky tan skin, your lips basically on his neck. god, he wonders if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, as he could hear it from his own ears. his ears are much redder than the cherries he ate earlier with you.
"why are you apologizing? shouldn't i be the one apologizing? you must be feeling uncomfortable after my sudden confession." he whispered lowly, closing his eyes for a moment as he inhaled.
shaking your head, you softly pulled away from the hug, though your hands found his as soon as they dropped down. his face centimeters away from you, now staring back at him. a small smile appears on your lips as you admire his face.
"i'm not uncomfortable. you just made my heart flutter too much."
his brows raised, the corner of his lips lifting. "i did?" he sounded so innocent, his lips slightly pursed.
you giggled quietly, taking off one of your hands from one of his, your other remained on his other hand. your free hand touched his cheek, and gosh he felt like his heart was about to combust his chest. he couldn't help but lean into your touch.
"i mean, you always make my heart race faster than normal, but i guess your confession tripled that.”
he chuckled airily and placed his hand on top of yours that was on his cheek, pressing your skin closer to his. it’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, wanting you closer than ever.
“god. seeing the colors drain from your face frightened me. i thought you were going to faint.”
your heart melted. the fact that he always think about you before himself made you feel so loved and cared for. you are his world. his everything.
and it is true. heeseung would do anything for you. if he had to swim across the sea with millions of sharks swimming around or walk through a hot fire, he would do it, just for you. your happiness is his happiness.
you remember the first time heeseung got angry. it wasn’t towards you, but to a not-so-gentleman who disrespected you. his face was fuming with anger, and you never thought you’d see him like that. his voice would get deeper, though he remained calm, not wanting to make a scene. not in front of you at least. he didn’t like getting angry as he didn’t want to scare you off, but when the man kept pushing your buttons, he lost it.
that’s the first and last time you saw him like that. you would be lying if you said that didn’t make you blush. even when he’s angry, he looks very attractive. and he always does.
“what are you thinking about?” he snapped you out of your thoughts, finally getting up as his legs were starting to fall asleep from kneeling down in front of you. he sat beside you before taking your hands in his once again, warming them up.
you shook your head and let out a content sigh, looking at his eyes with a smile on your face.
he smiled back, tilting his head as a thought popped in his head. heeseung then chuckled to himself causing your brows to raise.
“what?”
you giggled and looked at him amusingly, giving both his hands a squeeze.
“it’s just, what if… what if i kiss you? would you be able to handle that?”
god. your cheeks have already been the warmest it could possibly be, but now it felt like it was on fire. your eyes widened, blinking slowly at the man who is admiring you so lovingly.
“you- you want to kiss… me?”
you couldn’t believe this is actually happening. it felt like a dream. a dream you wish you would never wake up from. you must have done something righteous in your past life that you are now getting blessed as a reward.
learning his face forward even closer to you, feeling yourself dazed, your lips parting at the small action. his eyes kept shifting between your lips and eyes, not being able to look away. he felt like he was under your spell, a good one that is, and he loved every second of it.
“only if you would allow me, my princess.”
you took a very deep breath before gulping through your dry throat. you licked your lips for a second unknowingly, though that caused heeseung’s heart to drop down the pit of his stomach.
there was a moment of silence.
the two of you kept staring at one another, giving each other a look of adoration. both eyes speaking volumes. heeseung is your world, and you are heeseung’s. if reincarnation was indeed a real thing as many believed, he hope that he will be able to find you his next lifetime, so he can keep loving you. he belongs to you, and only you.
you slowly nod, your thumbs stroking the back of his hands.
“you may.”
your voice small and breathy. his hands let go of yours before they find their way to your cheeks, caressing it softly. his forehead pressed against yours, making your eyes flutter. his breath fan on your lips. soon enough, his lips pressed against yours.
this is your first kiss.
you felt yourself froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. heeseung can sense that, so he slowly pulled back, looking at you gently.
“just relax. let me guide you.” he whispered and stroked your cheek, patient and understanding. how could you not fall in love with him?
nodding shyly, you are now the one leaning forward first, making him smile softly. you pressed your lips back on his, kissing him slowly. his other hand went down to your waist while the other remained on your cheek.
his lips felt so soft and warm against yours. a secret you kept to yourself is how you always stare at his lips whenever he wasn’t looking at you, and now that his lips were on yours, it felt so surreal.
you pulled away slowly as you started to get out of breath, but your forehead remained rested on his, your eyes still closed.
“i’ve been dreaming about this you know, kissing you. i never would’ve thought it would happen so soon.”
a smile never left your lips, leaning back to look at him. his eyes looked down at your lips, which was now swollen and red, his thumb running over it.
“me neither.” you mumbled softly, feeling as if you were drunk. the presence of his lips still lingering, and you couldn’t help but stare at it.
you leaned once again and gave his lips a soft peck, keeping your lips on his for a bit longer, and as you were about to pulled back, heeseung’s hand held the back of your head, pulling you back to the kiss.
this time, the kiss felt more passionate, your hands clenching on the cloth of his coat while his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as possible to him.
“let’s get married.” heeseung mumbled against your lips all the sudden, making you gasp. slowly pulling away from the kiss, his hands took yours, his eyes on you.
“i know this must me sudden, but all i want is to be with you, for the rest of my life. i want to take care of you, to protect you. i want to be there next to you when you wake up in the morning, as well as at night to hold you in your sleep. i want to be the one to comfort you when you feel down, i want to be the one to make you smile. i want to keep loving you, forever.”
your heart felt so full as you listened, your eyes full of warmth and love.
you smiled widely, stealing a kiss from him, startling him a bit. “i would love that.”
he grinned, his nose crunching a bit.
“you want to be with me forever?”
you giggled softly and nodded, pecking his nose.
“forever.”
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NSFW ABC - Michael Myers
18+ MDNI - AN: reader is gender neutral/no pronouns. CW: really soft c n c - domination + BD SM - violence and gore - knife play - choking, slapping etc - slight voyeurism
I reeeeealllllly enjoyed writing this one even though Michael isn't even my fave (sorry mm fans)
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - A little cold and awkward at first but eventually he'll put an arm around you and just accept you cuddling up to him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - He's come to love his eyes. He always thought of his stare as cold and monstrous, another weapon for him to use, but the way you look straight into his soul and aren't scared away is something he adores. The same goes for you, he loves your eyes, how innocent they can be. Looking at the world with kindness and seeing beauty where he couldn't.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - He's kind of a neat freak so he doesn't like leaving a mess. He'll lick up every drop from you until you're ready to cum all over again. He loves forcing his load down the back of your throat so you have to swallow every last drop.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He doesn't keep these things secret because he's ashamed, they're just things you haven't discovered yet. He'll watch you through your windows, he'll follow you to make sure you're okay. He'll take your underwear with him so it's like you're always there and after a killing he'll wrap them round his cock and and masturbate with them. He does have a fantasy of following you after work at night and grabbing you aside to have his way with you but he doesn't want to scare you off.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - He's seen people having sex but until now he's never done it himself. I feel like he's tried to with victims but with all the screaming he just ends up shutting them up with a knife to the vocal chords and not bothering. Let's face it, he doesn't really have the social skills.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - Anything dominant. As boring as it sounds he really does love missionary and the way he grabs your wrists with one hand and your throat with the other, nothing could be hotter.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He has his funny little moments but he's very deadpan (remember the sheet with the glasses, he's a goofy boy.)
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He keeps things quite trim down there. Same goes for his nails, beard etc and he has a little shower routine 👉👈 Gets his soap and washcloth, his razor and his towel neatly folded ready for a bath after a night of killing. I like to imagine that he's interested in your face masks and you rope him into doing them every week. It's come to be something he secretly really enjoys.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He's quite cold and domineering, pushing and pulling you into whatever position he wants you in. But occasionally in these moments of lust he'll brush the hair out of your face or linger on your lips a little longer after you kiss him. It's these moments you know, that he's never shared with anyone else, that are him showing his love to you in a way so deep he can't express it verbally.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - We already know about the underwear situation but other than that he doesn't masturbate much. He has a mutual masturbation kink where he'll pretend to hide in the wardrobe and watch you walk over to your bed, pleasuring yourself and calling out his name gripping the sheets as you reach your climax. All the while he's tucked away amongst your clothes pumping furiously to your moans.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - Domination. BDSM. He loves to control you, have power over you and see you helplessly tied up waiting to receive whatever he's about to do to you. He loves knife play. Tracing his blade up and down, gently at first and then more and more, drawing blood from your soft supple skin. Hearing you whimper as he slices gently into you, knowing you can't see for the blindfold. Choking you, edging you, getting to the point of breaking you and that's when he'll untie you, free you of your bonds and give you your release.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - Pretty much just in the house as he thinks of it as your territory, mainly in the bedroom but also the living room. He'll walk in covered in blood, knife dropping to the floor and stride over to where you're cosied up on the couch reading a book and you get butterflies knowing what's about to go down.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - After a kill can be a nerve wracking time for him because he has all this excess energy to get out and one way he knows to is to have you. He tends to worry that he'll hurt you as he kind of blacks out during these periods but the touch of your hand on his face brings him back to reality and you always know just what to do to help him get his release.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He is never letting the tables get turned on him. There's no way you're going to be tying him up and dominating him. Any time you try and tease him by pulling away from his cock and giving the head soft kisses, looking up at him with knowing eyes, he'll grab your hair and use you to finish himself off making you gag on his length as punishment.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He tends to prefer getting head over giving it but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going down on you too. He tends to prefer using his hands over his mouth so he can choke and slap you as you cum.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - Fast, hard and powerful. He knows how to use slow strokes to drive you insane, using his overwhelming strength to hold your hips in place so you can't take control.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - He comes across things in victims homes that he'll tell you about as a "What is this?" and "How do we use it?". If he likes the sound of it you'd order one of your own to play with and you notice on the days when you're waiting for it to arrive he's the one sprinting to the door when the post arrives. The disappointment on his still face is so obvious to you when it's just a bill in his hands, he shoves it over a little rougher than he meant.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - Michael is actually very careful with you. He's very methodical when setting up and he's aware of the human body. He's aware that he's much stronger than the average man, he knows how much is too much. Sometimes getting you tied up takes so long that's the part he loves. Slowly moving around the room while you're lying there helpless and blindfolded, not knowing when he's going to attack. Sometimes he never does and lets you lie there dripping.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - He has inhuman strength and regeneration powers so he could literally go forever. Honestly it's over when he's done. Sometimes it's quick and he's satisfied. Sometimes a victim gets away or he's interrupted and he needs the whole night to take out his frustrations on you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - You might mention things to him, explain what you want to try out and he'd be more than happy to oblige. You soon realised he has a way with being dominant and favours having control over you. Whether it's through mental games or physical means. He particularly likes edging you with vibrators etc while you're tied up.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He likes playing games with you. Not overtly sexual, telling you to stay put and wait for him until he gets back which turns out to be hours later. You're so grateful to finally see him and get your reward but he goes to the bathroom to clean up and you can't do anything but stand there, aching for him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - He's fairly quiet but as he thrusts harder his breathing gets heavier, moaning briefly into your skin, growling even, like a low purr.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very protective of you and he'll tail you when you're going to work etc. You won't notice him at first but after a little while you'll catch on but keep it to yourself because it makes him feel needed and you appreciate the gesture.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's fairly lean, very strong with a somewhat toned body. He's LONG, like even when he's soft he's packing!!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - He's not a super cuddly and affectionate person but he is pretty needy when it comes to you. Once he starts exploring with you and knowing what you like he wants it a lot. It's a good outlet for him but he also loves to make you feel good.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - He often stays awake for a while, lying there while you fall asleep on his chest. He's a bit on alert after being so vulnerable and he wants to protect you and your space so he stays up for a bit and maybe wanders around the house whilst being butt ass naked of course.
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The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount
Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)
Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so
Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc
Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.
Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too.
The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax.
“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun"
Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.
"You'll be the one to blame"
"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"
"Cause it's always some girl's fault"
You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.
"As if"
"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"
"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"
“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”
You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.
“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”
“Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”
"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"
After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.
One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.
When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?
"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.
You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him.
"We should break up at some point, you know that?"
"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.
"God Mase, I hate you sometimes"
The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.
Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.
This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.
He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.
When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.
"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"
The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.
Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.
"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.
"Don't touch me"
He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation.
"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.
“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”
“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”
“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”
“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.
"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"
"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.
"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.
“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.
“Come to Manchester with me”
That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.
“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”
“Yes, because I love you”
The three words. Mason just said those three words to you.
“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”
Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.
Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.
“I hate you, blondie”
“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.
“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.
He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.
“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.
The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.
That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.
“This is not just a summer thing, right?”
“This will be a thing for many summers to come”
Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.
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I'm not even sure if u want request for Aonung, but could you write cgildhood friends to lovers. Like they met when they were little kids and had like crushes on each other, but you know children, so then time skip and we see how much they have mature and they finally confess to ach other.
simply growing up
ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader
summary: from silly childhood crushes, to confessing your love for your best friend
warnings: fluff!! childhood friends to lovers, soft!aonung, mutual pinning, this goes from 5 y/o-22y/o
first ao’nung fic🤞, the end is kinda rushed but it’s okay
5 years old
“you can’t catch me!” you shouted out to the boy, running as fast as your little legs could take you.
the boy just laughed as he ran through the baskets and nets, trying to touch in a game of tag.
his curly hair disappeared as you searched for the boy, heart pounding as you recovered from your run.
“boo!” he popped out behind a rock. you screamed from the jump scare, making ao’nung’s slender eyes fall as worry took over his face.
“it is okay! i am here!” he quickly hugged you, trying to calm you down.
you breathed against him, finally releasing yourself from his grip.
“tag!” he said, trying to get you to relax.
he took off running once again, making you stand in shock as he disappeared within the villagers.
7 years old
ao’nung invited you over for dinner with his family, and while you understood the leadership role, you never took it for granted.
ao’nung sat playing with you, wooden toys as you made them fight. you sat on your knees as ao’nung did the same, making fighting noises come from his mouth.
being a child, he wasn’t aware of beauty quite yet. but for some reason, you made him smile more than anyone else, and for that, you were the prettiest person ever.
“will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” he asked, his voice high pitched. you gasped, a smile on your face.
“yes!” you hugged him, the sound of your wooden toys falling made tonowari look at you.
“dad! y/n is my girlfriend!”
tonowari’s ears perked up, a laugh escaping his lips from his child’s innocent mind.
“is that so?” tonowari asked in a playful manner.
ronal peeked over, seeing the two children sitting side by side. she narrowed her eyes, almost investigating the sight. when she saw ao’nung’s big smile as you made a joke, she felt eywa ping her heart.
10 years old
ao’nung had insisted on playing tag once more. tsireya had already taken off as you followed the girl, laughing as her brother ran after you.
you were around 6’ now, your hair now longer as you kept it down. ao’nung had begun to wear his in a messy bun, strands of curl falling everywhere. he was still around 5’9, and you would tease him every chance you got.
“come on, pup ‘evengan (short boy)! you can’t catch us!” you teased, a big grin plastered on your face.
“over here!” tsireya lead you over to a bunch of bushes.
you missed her leaping over a vine and before you realized it, you already tripped over it.
your foot ached in pain as your knee and elbow were scraped up.
“y/n!” ao’nung called out to you, panic rising in him as you hissed.
“tsireya! go get mother!” worried, the girl took off as ao’nung brought you into his arms.
he inspected the cuts, little drops of blood escaping. the size of your ankle was beginning to expand, tears building in your eyes.
“it is painful,” you hissed out.
“i know, mawey (calm). my mother will be here soon.”
you were leaning yourself into your best friend as he hugged you tight, trying to distract you from the pain as he made silly faces.
by the time ronal had approached, your tears were dry and ao’nung was doing a funny dance. your giggles made her stomach churn, and she realized this was going to be a romantic thing within years.
13 years old
ao’nung had finally reached 7’ as you were well over, standing next to him at 7’6. you would constantly compare yourself to him, poking your tongue out as he pouted.
he had begun to notice your facial features, the way your hair cascaded down your body, and how big your smile was.
“when we are older, i will be taller than you. then who will be laughing?” he playfully rolled his eyes.
you teasingly shook your head, diving into the water to ride an ilu.
“come on!” you called out.
he followed you, reappearing with himself on an ilu.
“how about a game of tag?” you smirked out, your ilu riding close to his.
“tag!” you shouted, tapping his shoulder before you emerged yourself completely underwater.
ao’nung laughed, his ilu spinning around as he chased you.
“faster! you cannot catch me at that speed!” you signed to him.
the feeling of your ilu breathing against your legs only made your own breathing speed up. you held onto the handle, careful not to let go.
but as the ilu took a sharp turn, you were caught off guard and thrown off.
ao’nung had stopped his ilu at the surface, his eyes scanning for you to pop up. you finally did, panting out as hair fell in front of your eyes.
“are you okay?” he asked, memorizing every facial expression going through you.
"that was so fun!" you laughed, causing ao'nung to let out a sigh of relief.
"you frightened me, y/n."
"lighten up, ao'nung. i can handle myself." you shrugged.
his brow bone raised at you as you dove under the water once more, appearing on the other side of his ilu. he grabbed your hand, your body tightly against his as you rode back to shore.
15 years old
ao'nung had finally reached 8'5, leaving you at 8'2. he would tease like you did all those years, using your shoulder as an arm rest, even though you were barely shorter than him.
he was maturing in the face, his jawline stronger and hair neater. he was more well kept and aware of himself, and you noticed it.
you also noticed how your face would grow warm whenever he would make a comment on your height or tease you, your stomach flipping whenever he touched you, and the way you couldn't help but feel happy whenever he was around.
ao'nung observed how he also blushed whenever you touched, teased, or did anything. his pointed ears would fall flat and he would grin, laughing at your jokes even if they weren't that funny.
you grew into one of the prettiest girls of the village, your curls healthy as they bounced with every step you took. your eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, one ao'nung described as looking directly into the ocean.
other boys had begun to take notice of your appearance, often trying to flirt with you or would grow nervous from your presence.
"hey, y/n." a boy that ao'nung knew had a very big crush on you approached you.
"kaltxì (hello), asen." you bowed your head back, showing him that you acknowledge his presence while you fed the ilus.
ao'nung felt his jaw clench as rotxo continued to speak about a dive he just completed.
"i was wondering if you wanted to take a swim with me?" asen said, a crimson blush on his teal cheeks.
"i- uh..." you trailed off, your ears falling as you looked away. asen was a nice boy, respected by many around awa'atlu. but your heart had started to lie elsewhere.
"we already have plans later." you never noticed ao'nung join you two, but you were thankful he saved you from having to reject the boy.
asen pursed his lips, his eyes switching from you to ao'nung. he opened his mouth to speak, but ao'nung's eyes were reptile like. he nodded, walking away, deciding not to get into it with the chief's son.
"irayo (thank you), ao'nung." you said.
ao'nung obviously had noticed your shy stature, but he wasn't sure if he had said what he said for your sake or his own.
18 years old
"ao'nung, it is around the time for you to find a mate. there are many fine women around the village." ronal spoke to her son.
he grew to his full height, 9'7, while you were stuck at 8'8. he had started to tower over his mother, much to her dismay to see her little boy so grown.
"none of them interest me..." ao'nung replied back, fixing his bun as he stared down at his mom.
"none? not even y/n?" she said knowingly. ao'nung bit his tongue, looking away from his mother's piercing eyes.
"she does not wish to court with me, mama. we are best friends."
"i believe different. eywa has given me a sign when you were adolescents, my son. she is clearly very fawn of you."
ao'nung stared at his mother, eyes wide and ears up.
"i have seen the way she acts around you. mother, and tsahik, always know best." she teased her son, bumping her with her hip as she walked past him.
ao'nung was left alone until you entered, laughing with tsireya as you met ao'nung's eyes.
"what is troubling you, big boy?" you teased.
you had begun to wear your hair with the front strands twisted backwards, shells and pearls in your hair. your hips were fuller and you definitely grew into your face.
ao'nung playfully rolled his eyes as he picked you up, causing you to squeal as he pretended to throw you into the ocean.
"who is troubled now?" he smirked, feeling you hit his back muscles.
he finally put you down when he felt you begin to untie his loincloth, scared the material would fall down. "hey! not fair!"
you were giggling up at him, smile wide with your eyes glimmering.
"i guess you're going to have to catch me in order for revenge." you shrugged, quickly taking off. ao'nung was right on your tail, laughing as your hair blew behind you in the wind.
you had ran a good 50 feet before he caught you, grabbing you in his arms as he began to tickle you.
"stop, stop!" you were laughing as he held you against a tree, your body squirming from the attack of his hands.
ao'nung finally stopped, his eyes staring into yours. it felt as if within the seconds of him stopping, eywa had a gravitational pull that was pulling you towards the man.
you finally snapped yourself out of the stare, looking to the ocean to see the tulkuns returning. you gasped, grabbing ao'nung's arm to pull him towards everyone.
"everyone! our brothers and sisters have returned!" tsireya was shouting from the ocean.
you had dived into the water, grabbing an ilu as you searched for your spirit sister. you had not seen her within 6 months, excited to catch up on everything.
the tulkun called to you, a smile growing on your face as you swam towards the mammal. "sister!" you signed.
the tulkun made a noise back, acknowledging you happily.
"are you with ao'nung yet?" the whale teased, knowing about your crush on the boy.
you rolled your eyes in a lighthearted manner.
22 years old
you sat on the warm sand, taking in the sun rays. your parents were pressuring you more and more everyday about finding a mate, and while your feelings for ao'nung were strong, you were certain he didn't like you back.
you heard splashing next to you, causing you to open your eyes. ao'nung sat next to you, his body language signaling he was stressed.
"i am tired of all this mate talk." he sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"that is why i began hanging here," you replied. you had started to hang out in a secluded area on the village, a place with shade that was quiet. all you could hear was the waves splashing as animals living.
"they just do not understand. they all found their mates immediately, and mine is taking quite a bit."
your heart fell from the boy's words. had he been looking for a mate that wasn't you?
"there are many of awesome women on the island, ao'nung. you are just too stubborn."
"the one woman i want does not want me back, i believe."
his eyes were transfixed on the ocean as he spoke. your heart was breaking, knowing he was speaking about someone that wasn't you.
meanwhile, ao'nung didn't know how to be any more obvious. he was not a very emotional man, but trying to confess his feelings for you was harder than expected.
"who is it?" you questioned.
"because i am sure whomever it is will be very fond of you. you are a skxawng (idiot), but you are good sometimes." you teased, even though your heart was breaking.
"it is you, ma y/n. i have loved you ever since we were children, and it has killed me everyday not being yours officially. i have only ever belonged to you, and my heart will only ever belong to you. i do not want anyone else but you."
the confession didn't process in your head immediately, causing ao'nung to grow nervous. had he lost you?
"i have only ever wanted you, ma ao'nung. always have and always will." you replied.
ao'nung's grin was so wide as he cupped your jaw, his fingers sending shocks into your body as he kissed you gently. you kissed back, the feeling something you had only dreamed about.
"i see into you, y/n." ao'nung mumbled when he pulled away from you.
"i see into you, ao'nung." you whispered, placing your hands on his shoulders to bring him closer to you. he kissed you again feverishly, your heart pounding in your chest.
it took a bit for you to pull away, but when you did, you saw him lift his queue.
"will you be my mate?" he questioned. you grinned at the man.
"of course." you lifted your own queue, finally joining his. the feeling was surreal as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel him. feel his emotions, pain, memories, everything.
he had pulled your body to his, holding you against his. you opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you.
"i guess you finally caught me." you joked, causing him to laugh.
"and i am never going to let you go."
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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut
#simpforboys#ao’nung#ao’nung x reader#avatar way of water#avatar 2022#ao’nung x you#ao’nung x y/n#ao’nung x female reader#metkayina#childhood friends to lovers
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tangerine | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary you are a teacher on Hawkins High, all of your friends have moved on and found succes, however, Eddie has had the best luck, achiving the tittle of Rockstar, and missing you more than he's aware of. (8.2k)
warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends! in love, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes-ish to firends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, eventual smut so minor dni (fingering, p in v), english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!
“G’ mornin Ozz” You mutter as the big brown mutt starts to lick your face, while his tail moves from side to side. He sets its two paws on top of your bed and you lie down quickly enough so his body touches yours instead of the mattress. “M’kay, gimme a minute.” You groan as you slowly sit up, scratching the sleep away from your eyes. As you begin to stretch your body and hear it all pop, you can see as your little companion does the same, asking for pets after he is done. You smile at him as you pet his head absentmindedly.
You dress yourself lazily, a pair of washed up light blue jeans that have some paint stain on them and an old distressed shirt covered by one of those old jumpers that you seem to have had since forever.
Ozz looked at you excitedly, sitting down next to the door, waiting for you to go on your morning walk, and enjoy the time that working takes away from him.
It felt funny, walking these streets again, unbothered now, without having to worry or panic about anything. A quiet life, a still life, one that lets you sleep peacefully at night. The only thing that worried you lately was whether you preferred your senior class to read Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice or something more recent, perhaps The Never Ending Story. You debated on it while Ozz kept you company in the early morning, the cold clinging to your face, waking you up at once.
All of your friends were doing absurdly well.
You can’t help but think as you head back home and get ready to head to your job.
Nancy still sends you emails for you to read, filled with her beautiful writing detailing how crazy being a Pulitzer winning journalist is, you smile and treasure them dearly. Robin usually sends you her manuscripts before anyone else, and has begged you to illustrate her new one, and your sketchbook was filled with ideas that you needed to get back to her. Steve finally had decided to study history, and was now teaching it at The Chicago University, everytime he comes back to Hawkins he calls you up so you can chat and grab a beer.
But Eddie, he was the luckiest one. And you cried often when you heard that he achieved another milestone, and would try to contact him, not really being able to, usually leaving each other long voicemails.
However, you kept a picture of the two of you on your desk, the one you took before he disappeared, before everything happened to him and you were able to call him yours.
Anyhow, you need to focus on what you were doing, having arrived at the doors of your classroom now.
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In what felt like a thousand miles away, Eddie layed covered in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy, his ears ringing from the amount of cheers and screams he just got away from. His legs still shaking, not believing that this was now his life, and eager to be able to share it with everyone he cared about.
And even if he didn’t speak it aloud, you were on the top of that list.
“I counted fifteen.” Gareth said as he reached him, running out of breath. He looked at him confused, and tried his hardest to put his hair away, trying to cool down.
“What?” He said, his eyes squinting at him.
“Bras. They were throwing bras, Eddie!” He laughed as he saw how the eyes of his friend opened as he emphasized with big hand movements.
“You are a bigger dork now than in highschool.” He teased as he punched him in his arm.
“Good gig, yeah?” Jeff smiled as he joined them backstage. Eddie clapped him on the back, still processing the fact that they had just played in the actual Merriweather Post Pavilion, they had actually standed where Led Zeppelin had once been, and he smiled quietly to himself, eager to pick up the phone and tell you all about it. He was in Columbia, and had hopes to actually find you awake for once.
“We’re a long way from The Hideout.” Ben comes out, hanging Eddie a cigarette as he searches for a lighter that he provides back.
“Fuck yeah we are” Gareth screams excitedly, and they can’t help but to smile and celebrate as they start getting comfortable.
They know about Eddie’s ritual of leaving you a voicemail after every gig. And they politely leave the room so he can have space to actually call you.
He fidgets with his rings as he starts hearing the phone beeping, eager to hear your pre-recorded message. But for once, he is surprised by your half asleep voice.
“Hello?...” Your voice sounds as if you’d have been dozing off, cracking at the lack of interaction.
“Oh my god you’re actually awake.” He says surprised with a big smile that you can imagine as soon as you realize who it is.
“Edds?” He melts a bit as your voice softens.
“Hi darling.”
“Hi.” His face illuminated as his cheeks started to burn. He has missed your voice, he has even missed being able to hear your silences. “Where are you?”
“Columbia.” He whispers, as his voice relaxes, feeling how his whole body is met with the familiarity that you provide.
“You’re close.” He can tell that you’re still on your bed.
“Yeah, did I wake you up?” He sounds worried for once, and he hears your soft giggle that turns into a sleepless moan. His heart skips a beat.
“Not really. Was half asleep, Ozz just got off the bed.”
“He’s keeping you company?”
“Mmh.” A short moment of silence that let him stare at the ceiling, his head resting on the back of his chair. “He misses you.”
“He does?” He teases, and you laugh softly at the question.
“Yeah. Of course he does.” You can hear him laugh now, the question in his mind is evident enough that he doesn’t even need to ask it before you answer. “I miss you too dickhead.” His smile is bigger than before as that makes you both laugh.
“Do too.”
“Of course you do, I’m the life of the party. You must be bored without me, you know, you just have all the parties, and concerts, and interviews and meeting everyone you’ve wanted.” He laughs as you continue to give him ridiculous examples.
“It’s true, y’know. I kinnda miss doing a small show like, back in The Hideout.” He confesses and you chuckle a bit.
“Then just do it, Edds. Y’know, it’s your band, you can choose, right?” He shuts up, knowing that you are incredibly right, and then again, he would have to talk with so many people to even make that a possibility. But he doesn’t want to waste time complaining, he just wants to hear your voice, even better, he didn’t know how much he needed your laugh until he heard it again.
“I might. You’d come?”
“Of course, just like I used to.” You both smile at the memory, feeling nostalgic for the times you were only a short car ride away from each other. “Front row and center.”
“Oh darling, you’d be backstage and close by.” He waits a moment as he can feel you getting comfortable, the rustling of your bedsheets confirming that you’re falling asleep. “Do you wanna hang up?”
“No, I like the idea of falling asleep with you.” You confess half asleep. His cheeks burn as his smile grows wider.
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It was always funny when this happened. And you were now developing a new sense for when it was about to. They would see the photo, turn away from your desk to meet with their friends and then they would start whispering with each other while looking at you every once in a while. At this point you just had to laugh.
And it always ends the same way. They wait until the end of the class, cleaning up or pretending to do so, and then approach you slowly. So when you clocked two of your senior students whispering amongst them you smiled softly. And waited patiently for the questions.
“Miss?” You heard as you were pulled away from your own world.
“Hi Taylor, what can I do for you?” You asked with your usual up-tone voice.
“Um, this is gonna be a weird ask but…” She started to avoid your eyes, as she searched for her friend to continue.
“We um, we noticed the photo on your desk, and well we just…” You laughed, a soft calm noise that made her shoulders drop. Tension being released.
“Yeah, that’s Munson.” You smile. Their eyes open once it hits them that they were right. “He used to go here, y’know?” They nod softly, and look at each other for reassurance.
“Is it true, what they say?” Taylor asks once again and your eyebrow raises at the question, unknown of what she was referencing.
“What do they say?”
“That they’ll play in The Hideout?”
“Oh.” Your cheeks seem to betray you as they grow pink. You nod at the girls as you stand up from the chair. You circle the table to face them again, reclining yourself on it. “Yeah, well, they used to, I dunno if they’ll play here anytime soon, might have to call Eds and ask.” Their smiles soften as they can see how your eyes brighten at the mention of Eddie.
“Really? You’d call him?” A squeak emanated from an excited Taylor, and you laughed with them as your head looked at the ground.
“Yeah, he calls me everytime he finishes a gig.” You smile big as you look back at them. “You enjoy his music?”
“Oh yeah, we love Corroded Coffin, but they always do shows so far away…” Taylor whispers in a soft voice. You can’t wait to tell him about it and embarrass him.
“Maybe they’ll come around. Who knows.” You smile as you clap your hands. “Now if you excuse me ladies, I need to get some things done and you need to go to maths so…”
They excuse themselves as they giggle to each other, exiting the room you smile quietly to yourself. If only you had told them about Ozz, they might have fainted, you think to yourself.
-
Hot tea mug by your side, you were determined to tackle the test from this week, actually getting through them and actually correct them. In time, for once.
But the desk still felt messy, and you needed to clean it all again so you could actually get work done, so you spent the next thirty minutes throwing away a couple of empty chocolate bar wrappers, and some other bits and little trash away, dreading the end of this, as it meant you had no excuse but to actually get it all done.
However, as you moved your chair so you could sit down, you were blessed with the ringing of your living room phone. thank god, you said to yourself. The caller ID had Eddie’s number, so you picked it up with a smile on your face.
“Hey Edds” Your cheerful voice seemed to sing his name.
“Actually, it’s Gareth.” The boy's voice surprised you, as you were confused for a bit.
“Oh. Hey Gareth, what’s up?”
“Don’t need to sound that disappointed,”His voice teased as it dropped a little bit. “Eddie’s recording so he couldn’t call you.”
“Oh, okay, well, tell him hello anyway.”
“Yeah I will.” You nod at that. A second of weird silence between the both of you.
“So, how come you called?” You decide to go ahead and ask, you had never been fond of small talk anyway.
“Oh yeah, right.” You heard his lips press against each other as he paused. “So, we’re coming back to The Hideout. In a week, we announced last night, anyway, Eddie wanted to know if we could crash at your house, y’know, my folks sold the house and Wayne’s trailer isn’t that big anyway.” He reasoned with you, trying to convince you, even if he knew you’d say yes regardless.
“Of course, just call me when you know you’ll come and I’ll fix you up some space.”
“Sweet, great. I’ll tell Eddie to call you regardless.”
You see how Ozz stands up all of a sudden, his head tilted and ears raised, whining as he looks at the door, he sounds as if he is crying with excitement, so your eyes are locked on him as he eyes you fastly, asking for your help.
“Yeah, see you soon Gareth.”
“Yeah, bye.” He mumbles as you hear the line go dead.
“What’s up Ozz?” You ask him, as his head dips down, looking back at the door, tapping it with its paw.
You move closer to him, and his head shakes in anticipation, as his paws tip-taps the floor excitedly as your hand gets closer to the handel, he practically leaps through the door as soon as you open it, and as your eyes follow him, a grin on your face as you see his tail wagging crazily, as you follow his direction you see him, and your heart drops for a second too long.
Guitar on his shoulder, and large bag on his side, he stood there. Hair as long and frizzy as ever, and the same smile that he always saved for you, Eddie was there, eyes as bright as you remember, looking up at you before dipping down and focusing his attention on the dog.
“Hi Ozzy!” His voice higher than usual, sitting down on the floor as the dog licks his face away as he giggles petting him ferociously, letting him get on top of him as he resigns and lets the dog love him back.
“Eddie.” You whisper, still trying to process it all. Your hands covering your surprised opened mouth as your feet move you down the steps that leave your house.
“Hey sweetheart.” His eyes illuminate as he looks up at you, a sincere smile curing his lips.
“Gareth said-” Your words had trouble coming out, still finding it hard to believe that he was indeed there, and that you weren’t dreaming.
“I know. I uh… Told him to call you so I’d know if you were home… wanted to surprise you.” He explains, as he stands up, clapping his hands clean as he takes a step towards you, Ozz coming back to you, his tail still wagging.
“How did you- Why- I don’t…”
“I missed you.” He gleams as his words come out of his mouth. “Just that.” He finishes, standing in front of you, close enough that your feet would touch if you took a step further. “Well, and Ozzy.” he added, tilting his head slightly as his smile brightened.
“I still think Bowie suits him best.”
“You didn’t like Mr.Crowley.” He reminds you as he points his finger, the tip of it touching the corner of your mouth.
“It felt like he had to be the teacher.” You laugh as your head looks at the ground, nervous from his touch, your heart stops for a moment when you hear his voice chuckling.
“Well, glad you took care of my dog.”
“Mmmh, mine now.”
He smiles fondly at you, before closing the distance and hugging you closely. Your bodies finally met, your arms tangled behind his neck, his hands hanging behind your waist, his arms pulling you closer. An unconscious smile appears on your lips as you smell him again, his hair tickling your nose, sandalwood, cigarette smoke and something you can’t quite tell. His thumb stroking the small part of your skin that gets exposed when your arms rise up to hold him. He leaves a small kiss on the crown of your head, resting his head there for a second too long.
-
“Edds, I’m leaving!” You screamed as you grabbed your old jacket from the hanger by the door.
“M’kay.” He yawned as he peered down the staircase, sleep still present in his eyes.
“Guest mattress comfy?” You tease him lightly as you can see his eyes hiding behind his palms, his hair twisted and knotted from having just woken up. You didn’t dare look down, his chest is exposed, his legs covered by old gym wear that he had packed.
“M’no” He mumbled as his eyes finally opened enough to look at you, his voice cracking as he spoke his first words of the day, deep and short, not having any energy to do or say anything else.
“Oh, poor Edds.” you teased him a bit more, showing him your tongue as you handed him a mug full of coffee. “There’s more on the pot.”
“Thanks.” He whispered before taking a sip, head shaking as he tried to wake up.
“Ozz will beg you to walk him, his leash is hanging by the coats.”
“Got it.” He nodded at the brown dog, his tail already wagging. “When’re you coming back?”
“Uh… Should be here around five, why?”
“Dunno, might go and say hi to Wayne.” You nodded, feeling a bit dumb to not have thought that maybe he preferred to be with his actual family, rather than with you. His eyes opened as he seemed to clock that thought passing behind your eyes. “I mean, he did pick me up from the airport yesterday, and everything but… Dunno, wanted to stay with you.” He quickly reassured you, a lazy smile on his face made you release the air that you had been holding.
He walked with you to the front door, closing it behind you after he had whispered a sleepy goodbye to you.
He spent the majority of his morning doing absolutely nothing. Letting himself enjoy the non-rush he now had. The small holiday he had given to himself. Of course, he couldn’t help himself from looking around, but really, it’s not his fault. He always had that habit of looking at other people's things. He liked to imagine what you looked like while you were correcting or grading papers, and he giggled when he saw your little tower of -according to the post-it - mandatory read i don’t enjoy, though his smile deepened when he saw the one next to it books i’ll make mandatory even if it ends me. Suddenly, he was back in high school, and you were sat on his lunch table, as his party babbled away about the campaign, while you laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes focused deep with the words of Jane Austen, Sylvia Plath, Isabell Allende it didn’t matter, he always remembered you like that, curled up with a book between your hands.
He always liked when you had let him lay on your thighs, and hearing you read outloud, while one of your fingers traced around his face, not really thinking about it.
He missed stupid small moments like that.
But then again, nothing had made his heart skip a beat as fast as when he saw the copy he had let you borrow of The Hobbit, on that tower, the pages were now a different shade, and they still had all of his notes he had written on the pages margins.
He thought about you, and those silly intimate moments while he played on his guitar later that morning. Ozzy curled up beside him, while he tried to remember the melody of that Led Zeppelin’s song you had always loved. Especially when he sang it to you, he seemed to recall.
But as these moments of calmness or rather, stillness go, it was interrupted, by your phone this time.
Eddie debated on whether or not to pick it up, but he decided he might as well.
“Um, hello?”
“Eddie? Thank god, can you check something for me?” Your voice came through the speaker, agitated and ever so slightly out of breath.
“Uh, yeah sure. You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah fine. Can you just look if I left my wallet and a little container on the kitchen counter?” You begged, as you rushed through your words.
“Yeah hold on.” You could hear his steps as he went to check it. When he saw the two objects you described he grabbed them and slowly walked over to the phone, resting his weight against the wall, lazily.
“Yeah, they’re here.”
“Fuu-dge.” You caught yourself before cursing, which only made him laugh.
“Fudge?”
“I can’t curse while I’m working.” You remind him, sounding frustrated now.
“Oh, right. Forgot.”
“Well, okay. I’ll just eat when I get home then.” You muttered as you exhaled air, your words reaching his ears a little muffled because of that.
“Can’t they give you a plate or something?” He tried to reason with you, realizing that the container held your lunch.
“Nah, that will only give Lora a headache.” You scoffed.
“Well, I could-”
“Forget it Edds, I’ll see you in a few hours, I need to go.” You hanged up, and an idea popped into his head, as a smile appeared on his lips.
-
It had been a brief walk, thirty minutes flew by as he walked by the streets he used to dream about escaping, smiling proudly at the fact that he did. Though now, standing behind the green door that led to your classroom, he had become that shy Eddie that he was when he studied in those halls.
And he had become enamored by how you stood, smiling as you spoke through your lesson.
However, you hadn’t seen him, and where still yapping about the assignment, having divided your senior group into small teams so they could start working, when all of a sudden, you saw how their eyes shifted away from you, straight to the door, usually you would dismiss that, knowing that with five minutes left for lunch break, they usually daydreamed about what they would eat, or what they would do, but normally, they look at the window to do that, but what really made your head look into that direction was the gasps that were emanating from your students, and the excited looks they were sharing. Once you looked over, and saw a smiling Eddie holding the plastic bag high, your eyes opened in shock, as you had definitely lost your train of thought.
“I… I’m sorry class… Can you give me a minute?” You said through your teeth, your eyes squinting as you tried not to lose your cool, knowing that if Principal Higgins saw him there you would never hear the last of it. So you walked -almost ran- to the door, closing it fast behind you. “Edds… What are you doing here?”
“I brought you your lunch!” He exclaimed happily, his eyes looking down at you, as his lips curved upwards, the plastic bag swinging from his hand.
“And that’s really sweet but you shouldn’t have.”
“Well, when you don’t eat you get dizzy, and then you get nauseous, and finally, you’re… bitchy… So, take your lunch and eat.” He explains to you, as he points every reason with his fingers, tapping them on your chest.
“Idiot.” You muttered as you flushed, enough for him to notice, even when you try to look at the ground in an attempt to hide it.
“Yeah, well, you call me that a lot.” He chuckled as he finished. “Besides, you’ve only got five minutes left.”
“Three now.”
“Yeah, so I can wait for you and keep you company.” He wasn’t teasing, you could tell he was being sincere.
“Shit, look-”
“Language.” Now he was teasing, a smile appearing in both of your faces.
“Fuck off…” You giggled as you looked at the ground for a bit, messing with your hair as you looked back at him. “‘Kay, come in, but… They’ll have- they’re gonna freak out.”
You were right, as soon as he set foot into your classroom a choir of excited squeals and “oh my god” could be heard, and you tried not to laugh, but it was bound to happen. He was as recognizable as ever, even with his hair tied up in a lazy pointali that was now coming undone, and a light faded out shirt, his tattoos and posture betrayed him.
“Uh, hi.” He muttered as soon as he could, shy once again at the undivided attention that he had gathered.
“So, class… Can we keep this a secret?” You tried to bargain, as they tried hard not to lose it, the majority of them covering their mouths or rubbing their eyes.
“What the fuck?” You could hear one of your older students say as he couldn’t stay still on his chair.
“I think she doesn’t like that kind of language in the class… um…”
“Trevor!”
“Trevor, yeah, I’m Eddie.” He said cheerfully, as they all nodded, your face hidden behind your hand, forehead resting on the palm of it. You hided a giggle while he sat down on your chair.
-
“You’re an idiot.” You said as you were finally alone in your classroom. Sitting down, faceing him, his mouth half open as he was starting to eat a sandwich he had made for him.
“Yeah, you call me that a lot.” He agreed, playing with the teasing that you had started, even if he knew, deep down, that you were glad he did that, the colours on your cheek betraying you once again.
“Well… You are.” You smile down, as you reach into your bag. A little container with Joyce’s leftovers in it, and your stomach grumbled as you saw them. “Thank you.” You whispered, a shy look in your eyes as they made brief contact with him. He nodded as he took a bite.
“Don’t mention it.” He would never say it aloud, but he would do anything you’d ask him to. Even if that meant sitting in silence, in an empty classroom that smells of dust and cheap deodorant. He couldn’t help his lips from smiling at you, enjoying the calmness of it all. Seeing you smile at nothing, enjoying the fact that he could see your hair get tangled as your head shakes every time you had a good bite of food on your mouth.
“Idiot…” You muttered again.
“You’ve already called me that, sweetheart.” He remarks, winking at you.
You giggle as you take out your hand from the small bag, the small fruit on your hand, moving it as if it was a trophy you had just won.
“A tangerine?” You teased him, though, truth be told, the tension between the two of you could be felt from across the hall, and it made it all look as if you couldn’t help but smile, and joke and fantasie about what you would like to do to say thank you.
“Yeah, well… You’ve got a sweet tooth…” He was the one blushing now, having lost himself for a second too long on your lips. His hand touched yours as he grabbed the small fruit from your soft hands, peeling it from you. “You don’t need to stink up your hands.”
“Oh, I stink?” You joked.
“Oh yeah, no wonder it has to smell of deodorant in here.”
You shook your head as you laughed with him, your eyes focusing on his dimples. You really had missed him.
-
If you were being sincere with yourself, you had expected loud noise, maybe a broken glass or two, however, the stillness and comfort of the moment was a pleasant surprise.
There was nothing special about it, not really. Gareth laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling while he tapped away with his fingers, tum-tuming away at everyhting he came in contact with, legs, floor or table, didn’t matter. Ben had his head resting on it, his back on the leg of the wooden table that you got second hand in a yard sale, his fingers moving as he was playing bass. Jeff sat by himself, on Joyce’s old recliner playing softly on his beat up guitar. However, Eddie was next to you, his arm laid on your shoulders, pulling you closer, making you bury your head on his chest, while he played with your hair, not really thinking about it, he just did it because it felt natural. It felt like what was supposed to be done, it felt like old times, when you would fall asleep next to him and nothing mattered. Though, to be fair, you weren’t exempt from guilt. Your arm was across his chest, hugging him in return, and snuggling him as your head moved closer to him, his chin resting on the top of your head now, your fingers tracing a nonsense pattern across his skin.
It was bliss. It was peaceful.
So obviously, someone had to talk.
“I’m nervous for tomorrow.” Eddie whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair even further. A soft laughter filled the room as everyone heard him.
“You’ve literally just played Merriweather. You’ve stood where Led stood… The Hideout’s nothing.” You muttered, eyes looking up at him, as he smiled down at you, your cheeks flushing as you made eye contact.
“Yeah, but we didn’t know anyone…” Gareth said as he stood up.
“And everyone will be there.” Jeff finished, with a giggle from everyone.
“You’ll be there?” Eddie asked, a soft whisper on you ear, making your skin tingle where his breath graced your skin.
“Front and center.” You murmured back, your head nodding as you look at him. His eyes lighting up.
“No, backstage and close by.” He assured you. His lips kissing your forehead, forgetting for a second that you’re not alone. That you’re not together.
“You know, I like that you two-” Ben started, stopping as soon as he realized that everybody was looking at him, Gareth shaking his head no. “What?”
“They’re not…” Gareth tried to say, to explain something that neither of you were sure to know how to actually explain.
“I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” You smile apologetically, as you push Eddie’s arm away from you, standing up, not hearing anything that they were saying any longer.
Logically, you knew you had no right to be upset. Nothing that they had said was a lie, but maybe what hurt more was that everything was true, and rather you like it or not, you were in love once again with him, how could you not. It was inevitable. You had said goodbye when he left, you had stayed in contact, and he appeared out of the blue in front of your house.
He had taken care of you without you asking him to. He had been there for you countless times. Fuck, he had even let you take care of the dog.
It all went through your head at speed light, so you paced around your bedroom, walls closing in on you. You were silently crying now, tears falling down.
“Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.” You kept saying to yourself, in an attempt to calm you down, as you sat down on the mattress.
The way your house had been constructed, somehow made that the street lights didn’t shine through your window at night, so when you stared at it, only darkness could be seen. That and Eddie standing on your doorway, his head looking at the ground, hand anxiously covering his mouth. As soon as he realised that you caught him he turned around, trying to leave.
“Don’t…” Your voice broke as you spoke. You turned your head to look at him, hand wiping away a tear. “Stay?”
“Yeah.” He didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, before you even blinked he was already sitting beside you. “Why are you…?”
“It’s silly.”
“Don’t think so.”
“We’ve never talked about it.” You almost spat out the words, as if they were burning. “So we don’t have to now…” You try to soften your tone with a smile, but it doesn’t seem to work.
“You’re crying.” He stated, his eyebrows raising in concern, as he climbed the bed, carefully approaching you. “So you obviously need to talk about it.”
“I don’t.” Your voice was getting irritated now, frustrated might be a better way to describe it.
“Well, then you’re lying.” His voice had become dry, though hesitant or nostalgic seemed like good words to describe it too.
“Then I guess I’m a liar.” You mocked his tone, getting angry now.
Not really knowing why.
Not really caring for it.
He let you in silence, even when you seemed mad at him, he knew what and when you needed what you needed. So he stayed beside you, worried that he had done something so unforgivable that had made you stop trusting him. His leg grew restless, anxiously waiting for you to say something, anything, if he opened his mouth in this instance he’d beg you to do so, he’d crawl and fall to his knees if that meant that you’d say something.
And you desperately wanted to. You wanted to tell him everything, you wanted to scream, and shout and tell him that the only thing you want, or need is for him to stay close to you.
“If you don’t want me here…” He muttered, under his breath.
You pursed your lips, hurt that he might think something as ridiculous as that. You nodded slowly, turning your head at him, finally looking at his eyes. His were darkened by the lack of light on the room, however his eyes still shone when he made contact with yours, even if your eyes were red and puffy from having cried.
“It’s not that…” You add as you shake your head from side to side.
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because they’re right. Because we’re nothing. Because you and everyone else left, and I stayed here, and… I missed you, every morning I woke up and you weren’t there, I’d roll to the other side of the bed and it would just be empty and cold… I- Eddie…” Your voice kept breaking as you started to talk.
“You told me to leave…” Faint words escaping him.
“Of course I told you to leave, you had to leave. You had an amazing opportunity and you needed to take it, I couldn’t be the reason for you- You would’ve resented me for the rest of your life- You…” You were shaking again, everything coming out of you, rapidly.
“I could never- I would never I… I left, yes, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped caring for you or–” His hand grabbed yours, in an attempt to ground you, to stop you from spiriling, and despite your intention, it worked, he had your full attention once again.
“Or what?”
“Love you.” He stated. His eyes looking for yours, truth in them.
“What do you mean Eddie?” You were exhausted now. Confused by his words, and having trouble understanding everything he said.
“I mean, that even if I left, I never stopped thinking about you, caring for you, or loving you. How could I?” A soft laugh escaped your lips when you registreed what he was actually saying, bitting the inside of your cheek as you looked him back, your fingers intertwined now.
“You’ve never said anything.”
“I know…”
“I thought I was bothering you.”
“You could never do that. Never.”
After that, everything happened kind of fast, even if every touch seemed to last a lifetime. His hands searched for your waist, pulling you in, falling on the mattress, both of your bodies laying down as he pulled you near. What started as a close hug, was escalating fast.
First, his head rested so close on your pillow, that your breath was mixing into his, so much so you could feel him smiling even if you had your eyes closed. Enjoying the way his fingers traced patterns onto your skin, and losing your breath for just a second when his nose kissed yours, when he moved it upwards, you knew that his lips were smiling, slightly open. You couldn’t help yourself. So it was no surprise when you kissed him.
A shy kiss, a i missed you kiss, a i can’t believe you’re here kiss, a please don’t leave kiss. What was surprising is the way his body pressed onto yours, how his weight shifted so he could be even closer, how his mouth opened to find your tongue, how it felt the exact same it had years ago, and still, your heart was rapidly beating with excitement, of having him like that once again.
Your thumb had set itself on his jaw, stroking it softly, focused on the small bumps that his skin had, beard growing under it. However, your other hand was pushing his wild hair behind his ear, a softness on your touch that you didn’t quite know you had.
Meanwhile, Eddie had one of his hands on your waist, your skin exposed since your shirt was stuck under your body, the other one was busily tangled in your hair, on the back of your neck.
You needed no words, just looking at each other was enough.
He touched you as soon as your pants hit the floor. Hearing you moan, with your head tilted back, exposing your neck only drove him crazier, making the pressure he felt in his boxers only get worse, in the best way possible. He kissed you everywhere. But he always had a thing for your neck, and how he had always loved to bite it as you where twisting under his touch, your own hand grabbing his, pushing his fingers even deeper into you, making him giggle as he did what you wanted him to do, before shutting you up with another wet neddy kiss. He only stopped kissing you and your body when he wanted to look at your face. Your cheeks, as pink as ever, you’re breathing fast and you’re skin flushed. When you opened your eyes, you nodded, and he did too.
He took your top away.
You struggled to take his shirt off, while he unbuckled his jeans.
To say that his skin was burning to your touch would be an understatement. He groaned and smiled everytime one of your nails ran through his back, you were sure he would have scratches tomorrow morning, but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t cared about the hickeys he was leaving on your skin. He kissed it all over again, leaving wet spots over it, and he loved how your body tingles every time his lips touched a new spot.
Your hand travelled to the hem of his underwear, pushing it down slowly, smiling when you feel him doing the same, his eyes looking at you with permission, his body on top of yours, you smiled kindly, your free hand gracing his cheek, you nodded, as he left a short kiss on your lips, before pushing in to you. As you moaned feeling him in, he was going slow, adjusting your body to him, as your legs wrapped around him, and your hands grabbed his back, you both looked into each others eyes, moonlight shining across your faces, enough light to know that you both were incredibly enamoured by each other. He started going faster, as he started to moan once your nails were once again buried in his skin, his hands touching every inch of your body he could. It is not that it felt good, great or divine, it’s that it felt right, it felt as if he was your home. Like being connected on a physical level only made justice to the way you felt, like you never wanted it to stop, like you could die happily in his arms. Pressed against the mattress, only hearing the noises you were both making, trying to the best of your ability to keep the noise between the two of you, begging not to be heard by anyone downstairs. You knew you were close, and so was him. It was even more evident when he stopped to catch his breath, pulling out of you, and needing his touch you stood up, meeting his face, kissing him senseless, as his fingers got lost on the small of your back, feeling his cock raising even more, your pussy dripping down, aching to be filled with him again. He looked at you once again, his hands now squeezing your ass, you nodded as you turned around. You were now laying your face on the mattress, your tits pressed against it, as you raised your ass as high as you could, and moaning hard and fast as you felt him slip into your pussy with ease. Fingers burning deep into your waist, pushing you hard and fast, a fast rhythm that he kept, and you were moving just as hard. It felt like true bliss.
When you felt him come, your legs had been shaking for a while already, it was all aching with pleasure, with need.
However, he didn’t just plummet to the bed, he kissed your back, your shoulder, and everything he felt he could as he pulled you close to him. Cuddling you from behind, your legs tangled as you both felt at ease, at peace. Feeling how tired you were, your eyes shutting down as you can quite believe what had just happened.
During the night, if and when you woke up, and opened your eyes, you were met with his calm expression next to yours. When you moved away he pulled you in closer, and if you groaned in your sleep he would kiss your skin, wherever his lips could find. It hadn’t been the sex, but this, this made you feel safe and at home.
-
It looked exactly as you’d remembered.
Low lights, cigarette smoke, and spilled beer made it seemed as if time had not moved. Even though Eddie seemed to think differently. He was incredibly nervous, fidgeting with his rings behind the stage door, the screams that emanate from the other side making him even more nervous, because if he was honest with himself, he was used to play for an empty Hideout, not a sold out, filled to the brim, people pressed against each other streaming his name.
He was glad you were there.
He had even been more happy to wake up beside you. And laugh about last night, and talk it out, while you both got ready.
As anxious as he was, he only needed to look over at you to calm down.
He did now, and he smiled when he saw you chatting away with Steve, who decided to pop in for the occasion.
“So… Did a mosquito bite you?” He told you, as he teased pressing a finger to one of Eddie’s hickeys on your chest.
“Fuck off Harrington.” You laughed back, as you readjusted your top, in an attempt to cover it.
“I missed you insulting me.” He said, his voice cheerful and playful. Taking a sip from his bottle. “Can’t quite believe that Munson’s made it.”
“So have you.” You tell him, smiling up at him, as he tries to dismiss you with a vague movement with his head. “Oh come on, prestiged Uni professor Harrington!” You teased him now, punching his arm.
“You’re embellishing it.” He pointed out, clanking your bottles as he took another sip, one that you followed, laughing with someone you missed so dearly.
“Well, I’m the one teaching the language. So… thank you.” You giggled at him covering his face with his hand, embarrassment and glee on his gesture.
“Yeah well… He’s really made it though.” He said, shifting his body to look over at him, and you followed him once again.
“Yeah… He deserves it more than anyone.” You added, making it a bit obvious that your feelings were rising again. Your heart missed a beat when he looked over at you and smiled.
“And you…”
“Save it Steve.” You didn’t need to look at him to know the questioning look he had on his face.
“But you…”
“Yes. I still do.”
“Does he?”
“I think so.”
After that you stayed in silence as beers clanged, amps were connected and guitars were tried. Waiting for it all to start.
But Eddie needs a moment with you. And once again, not a word escapes from his lips, he just walks over to you, black button shirt opened, his chest exposed making you short of breath for a second. His eyes look down for a second, grabbing your hand, looking carefully at the way your hands seem to fit perfectly together, caressing the back of yours with his thumb, he looks back at you, nodding to a place where there’s no one. And when you squint your eyes he starts heading that way.
Steve’s left speechless as he sees the two of you, and he’s convinced at this moment, he has never seen such pure connection between two people.
However, Eddie doesn’t speak when it’s only the both of you. He just lets air come out of his mouth, shivering a bit as he does so. Both of his hands grabbing yours, resting his forehead against yours. Enjoying the calmness of the moment. The stillness. The comfortableness of it all.
You nuzzled your nose against his, feeling how your lips curl upwards as you do so, even more when you hear him laughing softly. He takes a step closer, closing the gap between the both of you with an even softer kiss that he left on your lips.
“Everything will go great.” Your faint voice made him scoot closer, his ear next to your mouth, instinctively, you wrap your arms behind his neck, he wraps his on the small of your back.
“Could we just…” You had never heard him with such a soft tone of voice.
“We can’t. You’ve gotta go play.” You teased as you stepped back, getting lost once again on his chocolate like eyes.
“I don’t wanna be far away from you again.” He muttered, barely above a whisper. “Will you come with me? Please?”
“Moon…” You whispered, your thumb gracing his cheek, he let his face rest on the palm of your hand. Head tilted down to look better at you, his eyes lost into yours as he bites his lower lip. He had always loved that ridiculous pet name. “Well talk about it, okay?” You smiled as you left a kiss on his bare chest. “Now, go out there and play.”
He did just that. Not before stealing a few more kisses, and not before taking you all in. Your teachers clothes had long been forgotten, and you looked truly angelic as you rested against the wall, a somehow sheer top layed on top of your chest, with long worn out jeans that seemed to be a minute away from breaking, with Eddie’s old leather jacket. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you until the roar from the public made him snap into place.
He looked truly divine. The lights from stage made him glow, his movements seemed effortless, and his voice had never sounded that clear.
He was following the setlist, everything was going exactly to plan, expect, in one of those pauses in between songs, where he would normally talk to the audience and make them laugh and connect with the band, he was just staring at you, unaware that his hands had started to play the old melody that you had always hummed when you were together. As soon as you heard it, memories, feelings and tears came out. Steve’s hand on your shoulder as he watched closely.
“He’s mad about you.” He told you, knowing that he won’t get a response, he lets you rest his weight on his body as you cry, excited to hear him sing your song.
“I um- hi.” He told the audience that cheered in return. “We don’t really play songs that are not ours anymore, but that’s like, all we did when we used to come here and…” A quick glance on your direction before he could continue, as you nodded, excited for him. “Well, there’s this someone, who… She’s incredibly special and this is her favourite one so, you’ll have to hear it.
Tangerine by Led Zeppelin could be heard, and you had never smiled as big as you were now.
Whispering the lyrics in between tears as you looked closely at him. He vaguely and not discreetly at all pointed and looked at you as he sang “Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream/I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between.”
As the final notes could be heard, and in the heat of the moment, Eddie sneaked backstage, to steal a short kiss, both of your lips smiling as you touched. Foreheads pressed against each other as you both had your eyes closed. He didn’t need to say anything else, the question and the answer was already clear.
That moment was enough. But just in case you kissed him again, your hands grabbing either side of his face, happy tears falling down on both of your eyes. A declaration being shared.
It said of course I’ll stay. of course I’ll come with you. I’m never leaving again. I’ll never leave you again.
And you never did.
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What are your favorite Drarry getting together scenarios or tropes?
Hi Anon! I’m sorry it’s taken me forever to answer this but as soon as I started thinking about your question, lots of my favourite fics started popping into my head, and well. Here we are with a full-on reclist. To give you an answer: my favourite get-together fics tend to be low on angst and high on banter, full of longing and mutual pining, UST, and more often than not, laugh-out-loud funny. If Drarry are a bit older in the fic, I will love the author forever and ever. So here, have a list of exactly that:
Etched, Curled, Stationed by @tepre [T, 1,8k]
The day Draco Malfoy turned 21 was the day that 12 Grimmauld Place had decided, with all the grand and pointed fanfare that a house could manage, that it was him that was its rightful owner.
Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, lastontheboat [T, 10k]
Dear Mr Potter,
The answer is, and will remain, a no.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press
Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.
the long ways by @oknowkiss [M, 10k]
Five times Harry thought he was seeing Draco for the last time, and one time he didn’t.
OR: what it’s like to fall in love, slowly and without realizing it, over the course of 20 years.
Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose [M, 13k]
Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.
Stupid Love by @the-sinking-ship [E, 17k]
Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.
The Frisky Furnishings of Malfoy Manor by @writcraft [M, 20k]
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Or: Hermione has a crafty plan, Harry and Draco are fake boyfriends and wizarding traditions have a lot to answer for. Featuring awkward dates, mince pies, a saucy sofa and a line of sequined house-elf haute couture nobody asked for but got anyway.
if you’ve changed your mind by warmfoothills [E, 20k]
The first Draco knows of the whole thing is Harry Potter standing in his broom shed.
Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants [E, 35k]
Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining.
With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?
Very hard, apparently.
The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound [E, 37k]
After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.
#I got an ask!#rec list#getting together#personal favourites#soft#no angst#lots of pining#banter#drarry#drarry fic#fic rec
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Sakuatsu fic recs!
im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here
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A liar's truth 49k words
okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭
summary:
In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?
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I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words
its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle
Summary:
“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—”
“Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”
A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband
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The 28 post cards you left me 8k words
Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute
Summary:
Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.
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The art of the thrist trap 4k words
naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up
Summary:
“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”
“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”
Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.
“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”
Osamu hangs up.
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Problem 5k words
super cute sleepy omi is something else
Summary:
Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.
In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.
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Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words
Protetive sakusa>>
Summary:
Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.
Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.
Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.
He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.
But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.
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or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him
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ROAD RAGE 2k words
This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life
Summary:
For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.
Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.
The two are not mutually exclusive.
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The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words
Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing
Summary:
Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse.
Working through their issues?
Maybe he could think of one thing.
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Take me home 10k words
i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh
Summary:
Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.
In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.
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Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words
Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good
Summary:
Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.
“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”
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In the stars 1k words
In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about
Summary:
Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.
My ao3↵
#haikyuu#sakusa kiyoomi#sakuatsu#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu sakusa#haikyuu atsumu#fanfic#sakusa smut#atsumu smut#skts#msby#fanfic rec#ao3 fanfic#read on ao3#fanfiction#ao3 fic#ash rec's#ash posted it
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The Perfect Ratio
Summary: The first time Bob sees his friend get drunk, they both get more than the bargained for.
Words: 2116
Warnings: 18 +. Alcohol consumption, drunkenness, smut
Credits: @princessmisery666 for both the idea and beta - Could not have done it without you, beautiful. None of it.
A/N: This spilled out of me in no time at all. It was fun and light and sweet and hot and - adorable.
It was an odd thing, being friends with naval aviators. They were all cocky in their own way, some worse than others, but they all had hearts of gold and cared deeply about anyone considered their friends. The majority of them were calm, cool, and collected.
And then there was Bob.
He was adorable, with his glasses and big blue eyes. He was funny when he actually interacted with his friends, which wasn’t often. At least when she was around, it wasn’t.
When Y/N was integrated into their friend group, Bob was the last one to talk to her. When he did, he stumbled over his words and said probably three offensive things accidentally. Then she giggled and he felt a stirring in his chest, a warmth that spread outward and flushed his neck and his ears.
Bob thought she was perfect. Her kindness drew him into conversations that he would otherwise have avoided and her smile righted every wrong that had been done to him.
But she was like that with everyone. She gave her smile freely, her kindness radiating off of her in waves that could be felt across all barriers. Bob let his hope slip from him every time she looked at Yale or Fritz or Rooster. He’s pretty sure he heard his heart shatter when she smiled at Hangman. But if that’s what she wanted, he’d support her. He just wanted her to be happy, in whatever form that took.
Penny threw a huge, private, Halloween party and Bob was relieved to see her let loose. She took shots with Coyote, danced with Phoenix, joked with Fanboy. A soft smile graced Bob’s face as he sat in the corner, sipping a coke and watching her enjoy herself.
When midnight rolled around, she stumbled over to Bob, spilling her glass of wine in the process.
“Hey, Robby!” she slurred, swaying on her feet.
“How much have you had to drink, honey?” he asked calmly, despite the irritation building in his chest that their mutual friends had let her get that drunk.
“Not enough to be seeing three of you,” she assured him, and the ‘yet’ went unsaid. “Just enough to be a little unco-unc-wobbly.”
“Alright, let’s get you home, then.” He stood and took his keys out of his pocket, wrapping his arm around her waist for extra support.
“Hmm, whatever you say, Robby,” she hummed as she pressed into his side. “You smell really good.”
“Thank you but in your current state, I’m sure anything would smell good to you,” he chuckled, loading her up into his sedan.
“I’m definitely sober enough to know you smell like citrus and cedar and something else that’s just…amazing,” she mumbled as she buckled her seatbelt. With her breath fanning his neck where he leaned over her, it took a few more attempts to click it into place than it should have.
Bob slipped into the driver’s seat and started up the car, taking the quickest route to her house while she stared out the window. He found it difficult to keep his eyes on the road, always looking over to check and make sure she was still okay.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw up in your car,” she said, but the following hiccup made him believe otherwise.
He helped her up to her room, his arm around her waist and hers slung over his shoulders. She was babbling about how great Bob was, giving compliments that made his heart flutter. She flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, shrugging off her jacket while Bob helped with her shoes.
“I’m capable of taking off my shoeses, Robby,” she grumbled.
He looked up at her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “You can’t even say ‘shoes’ right now, honey. I’m not sure I trust you to not fall over.”
He was surprised when she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, cupping his face so he didn’t go anywhere. She hummed when his lips moved against hers, kissing her back.
Bob gripped her shoulders and pulled away, squeezing his eyes shut a second longer to commit the feeling of her lips to memory. “Wait. Wait,” he whispered, “you’re drunk. If you really want this, you have to do this sober. I won’t take advantage of you.”
“Robby, I do want you,” she whined.
“God you’re gonna make this difficult,” he groaned, standing to get away from her soft pout. “Come on, time to sleep.”
He helped her to settle in bed, noting that her eyes were fluttering shut before she laid down, despite the steady stream of complaints falling from her lips. Bob got a bottle of water and ibuprofen, setting it next to her on the nightstand. His thoughts darted back to college when his roommate nearly choked on his own vomit and he settled in the armchair across from her, just to make sure she made it through the night okay.
She woke with a groan, her hands clutching her head as she moved slowly to sit up. The majority of the night was clear. She knew she and Nat had taken shots. There was a bit of a blur in the middle but she knew that Bob took her home. Wait - did she…
Her eyes flew open as she remembered that she kissed Bob last night. He was a gentleman about it but she tried to…”shit,” she whispered.
A noise in the corner caught her attention and she turned her head slowly to see Bob stirring in the chair. Panic rose up through her chest; what was she supposed to do now? What would she say? Should she acknowledge it? Ignore it? Just go for it again?
“Morning,” Bob mumbled across the room, his voice rough with sleep.
“M-morning,” she stuttered, tossing the covers off of her as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. Fighting through the dizziness, she stood, only then noticing the water and painkillers on her nightstand. She grabbed them and headed to the bathroom, tossing two pills in her mouth and downing them with the bottle of water.
After she had freshened up, she stepped back into her bedroom to find it empty, Bob nowhere to be found. Her heart sank a bit but then she heard the coffee maker churn to life and she knew he hadn’t left. Yet.
She stumbled into the kitchen and Bob looked up, a soft smile spreading across his face when he took her in. Her hair was still a mess and her makeup was smeared but he still thought she was beautiful. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked quietly.
“Um, okay, I guess,” she answered, sinking down into the armchair in her living room. “Just a headache really.”
“Oh, that’s good. Once you eat, I’ll take you to get your car from Penny’s place,” he smiled as he set a mug of coffee down next to her.
Her heart fluttered under his soft gaze, her eyes not leaving his face as he backed away to sit on the sofa. He sipped his coffee - black, three sugars - and let the silence settle comfortably around them. Her eyes wandered, focusing on anything but the depth of his blue eyes.
“About last night,” she started as she kept her gaze on the mug of coffee in her hand, perfect ratio of cream, sugar and coffee.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” he soothed, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You were drunk and -”
“I wasn’t that drunk, Robby,” she interrupted.
Her eyes slowly lifted, catching the intensity of his wide-eyed stare.
“What?” he whispered, a desperate but apprehensive tone in the barely audible word..
“I wasn’t that drunk,” she repeated as she set down her mug. “I knew what I was doing when I kissed you.” She crossed the room and knelt between Bob’s legs, taking his face in her hands. “I’m tired of being unsure. I’m tired of hiding. I felt something last night, Robby, something real.”
Bob didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his hands wandering down her sides, gripping her hips. Their lips moved as one, but something was wrong, something didn’t feel right.
“Robby,” she said as she pulled back, “kiss me like you mean it or tell me to stop.”
“You might regret that,” he growled, locking his arms under ass and standing. His slender frame hid his strength, the lean muscles allowing him to lift her with ease. He carried her to the bedroom in a few long strides, dropping her on the bed. She giggled when she bounced, gasping when he climbed on top of her.
His eyes searched hers for any signs of hesitation, or second thoughts. All he found was two beautifully hooded eyes that did little to hide the lust-blown pupils. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Make love to me, Robby,” she answered before pulling his head down, threading her fingers behind his neck, holding him close and peppering kisses to his jaw.
The groan he tried to suppress sent a jolt straight to her core.
Slowly, he peeled away the little clothes she wore, and between tender but hunger filled kisses he lost his clothes too. The first stretch of his impressive size was something she’d never forget and hoped to repeat every chance she got. She’d asked him to make love to her and that's what he did; there would be time for rough and fulfilling fantasies, for now he needed to show her that he felt something too, that she wasn’t alone in her pining.
Her needy whimpers pushed him closer to the edge and he thought of literally nothing else. He felt her walls begin to clench and his hand snaked between their bodies, finding the bundle of nerves that pushed her closer to a release.
“I want you to come for me, honey,” he told her, “come all over my cock. I’m right behind you.”
Her climax washed over her, a hoarse cry of his name echoing off the walls as her back arched and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He spilled into her womb with a groan, thrusting inside her until he was overly sensitive. Bob let his head fall to her shoulder, holding his weight up on his arms until he was composed enough to pull out, a hiss falling from her lips as he did. He settled on his back next to her, reaching his arm under her shoulders and pulling her close.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he sighed contentedly as she settled on his chest.
“So what took you so long, Robby?” she teased, tracing abstract patterns on his chest.
“Seriously? I’d never stand a chance against the likes of Hangman, or Rooster. Hell, even Fanboy is better looking than me,” Bob scoffed.
“Firstly you are the perfect ratio of adorable and hot, that’s hard to pull off,” she teased, “but It’s not all about looks, baby,” she cooed. “You’re sweet. And kind. And considerate.”
“And awkward and anxious and scrawny,” he countered.
“And not a single one of them could fuck me the way you just did.”
He chuckled at that, pressing a kiss to her head. “I don’t know, they talk a big game.”
“And with the game that you have, you could be talking a lot more,” she laughed, “you should be talking a lot more.”
“I guess when you know you’re good, you don’t have to talk,” he shrugged.
“Now who’s cocky?” she snarked, nudging his chest. “Though you definitely have a right to be.”
“Nah,” denied Bob, wrapping his arms around her. “No reason for me to be cocky. Now you know what I can do, I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Got all I need and want in my arms right now.”
“And what if I told you it was a one time thing?”
“Oh, honey,” he chuckled darkly, “you’re already addicted.”
“Am I, now?”
His fingertips dragged up her thigh softly, goosebumps erupting in their wake, a shiver traveling up her spine. Her hips bucked against his leg on their own and she stifled a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip. “Oh honey, that was just the free preview. Wait till you see what I can really do.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that,” she panted as he rolled her to her back, groping her chest roughly.
“You can handle it,” he promised, “but I’ll take my time to show you, make you a hungry little cock slut before we leave this bed.”
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Can you do gavi X reader where he chases her for a bit and gets jealous but they finally get together
here you go!
Gavi never felt like chasing after anyone, even if he like this person, if he doesn't feel it's mutual he stops his advances.
However, with you it's a different case, he can't fathom seeing with someone else.
Gavi gets to know you through a mutual friend and since then he can't get you out of his head, not just because of your beauty sure, that was what he noticed first but your personality is what end it for him, you're funny and sweet, you enjoy to listen to others and not just talk even the small talk that you had was more than interesting.
He wants to date you and start a relationship with you but the problem it's not just him, he noticed everywhere you go there's bunch of guys who try to impress you and have all your attention.
In normal occasions, he wouldn't take a part in this, yet he is now.
He tries to go to every hangout your mutual friends planned, first question he asks about any hangout "is y/n coming?" If yes, 9 out of 10 he'll be there.
Your friends noticed this change and started to tease him about it. He doesn't care because he knows they'll help him get with you.
He was going to ask you out tonight in the party, he just can't handle his feelings anymore and worst case scenario you say no and he'd have his heart broken.
When he get to the party you were already there and of course some dude is entertaining you, he stood afar and watches you.
How you laugh at whatever this stupid guy is saying, playing with your hair, looking around for a bit then both of you lock eyes, he doesn't want to break it and neither are you, kept looking until the stranger get closer to you and whispers something.
Gavi doesn't like this, he doesn't like it at all, what if you like this guy or worse what if he is your boyfriend, he hate the idea of you being taken and seeing how he felt comfortable to touch you didn't sit well with gavi.
you break the eye contact that you had with gavi and your attention back to this guy, you don't really know him and you realized that he's hitting on you since the minute he saw you.
Are you interested? No not really, you are planning to put an end on his advances but seeing how gavi clenched his jaw gave you another idea.
Continuing the boring conversation but keep looking back and forth between him and gavi just to see his face.
You know you're playing with fire but where is the fun with being safe all the time.
Suddenly that guy holds your hand and offer to go and dance, you refuse saying that you're tired which is true and you're not much of a dancer, he tries to change your mind but you kept shaking your head but he isn't stopping you rolled your eyes, what a typical situation.
"She said no, right?" A calm voice interrupted him now both of you looking at gavi who saw the chance and took it.
"She's not interested, move kid" now this is disrespectful and gavi gets heated easily especially when someone uses his age against him.
"Stop" you say before anything escalates but he still doesn't get the hint and holds your arm, gavi gets in his face infront of you and breaks the other dude grip on you
"she doesn't want to go so have some respect for yourself and stay away from her".
He does leave but not without giving you two a dirty look, you were grateful for gavi even though you knew how to get yourself out of these situations.
"Come with me outside" he offers you his hand not paying attention for anyone or anything other than you
"Sure" and you give him your hand, so gavi leads you outside away from everyone to the garden outside it was calmer away from the noises inside
It's a cold night, you're not wearing the most warm thing so you folded your arms to bring some sort of warmth and looked around you.
Gavi's notices that you're cold and take off his jacket put it around your shoulders.
"You don't have to" he stops you from giving him back the jacket .
"It's kind of my mistake that you're here with no jacket, should've paid more attention".
You stand in silence for a bit and then looking at each other, it's really awkward.
"Who was that?" He breaks the silence with this question.
"First time meeting him" looking at the ground like it's the most interesting thing.
"Then why would you rather stand and talk with him than be with your friends" he was mad at you, a lot of times you entertain those who intersted in you before completely rejecting them, he was afraid he is going to have the same experience as them.
"I like to get to know people other than my friends this is what parties for" which is true not everyone approaches you to sleep with you, most just want to have fun and get to know new people just like you.
"It's not safe though, I don't like the idea of you being in danger" he looks at you trying to catch your eyes, he doesn't want to press you so much.
"Is that why we're outside? So you can give me safety tip?" .
"You know why we're here" yes you know but you want him to say it loud and clear.
"Do I?" You challenge him again.
"I like you y/n, I hate when I see you with other dudes, I wouldn't handle it" he was jealous of how you attract a lot of people around you when he wants to be just with you and only you.
"Will it took you long enough, I like you too, I was waiting for you to confess for a long time now, I started to think it might be up in my head" you tease him a bit.
"Why didn't you say anything then?" He get closer to you.
"It's the same for me as you" he nods and he gets even more closer.
"I want to kiss you, can I?" Going back and forth between your eyes and lips.
"I thought you'll never ask" he grips your waist and pull you closer to him then he kisses you deeply and eagerly, he was waiting for this moment for way too long, his kiss took away your breath and his touches is a different story.
Maybe you should've said something before then you wouldn't have waited for too long to feel his touch.
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tumblr quote prompts
a collection of prompts taken from different quote blogs on tumblr. all credit for the quotes to their owners.
'Life goes on, so don't waste your time worrying about your mistakes.'
'It's all too much and not enough at the same time.'
'Tomorrow is another chance.'
'I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.'
'Sometimes you have to do what's best for you, not what's best for somebody else.'
'If you can't love me, I'll make you miss me.'
'There is only one person who could ever make you happy, and that person is you.'
'There are different ways of loving, right?'
'Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night.'
'I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time.'
'You are strong enough to face it all, even if it doesn't feel like it right now.'
'Try a little harder to be a little better.'
'The heart remembers no matter how hard you try to forget.'
'I know your face like the back of my hand.'
'Thanks again for saving me. Someday, I'll save you, too.'
'There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.'
'I hope I haven't already driven past my greatest moments.'
'There is always a chance to change and make things right.'
'Don't give away pieces of your heart you're not even sure you have.'
'One of the most beautiful things we can do is to help one another. Kindness doesn't cost a thing.'
'She was stronger alone.'
'You never fail until you stop trying.'
'I get butterflies just thinking about the next time I'll see you.'
'However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.'
'If you love someone, you should be willing to show it.'
'We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.'
'The best revenge is to have a happy life.'
'You can't just change me and then leave.'
'It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.'
'If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.'
'You know I don't agree with what you did. But I understand why you did it.'
'I love when things work out way better than planned.'
'Quiet people have the loudest minds.'
'Give yourself some credit. You've come pretty far.'
'I don't have to see you today to know that you look amazing.'
'You were made to be kissed, often and well.'
'I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.'
'Never cry for the same reason twice.'
'Funny how life had its little ways of surprising you. Little quirks of fate.'
#ask meme#askbox meme#inbox meme#inbox prompts#rp meme#rp prompts#rp starter#sentence prompts#sentence starters#writing prompts
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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "
OMG ANON IM SO SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE but it was so fun at the same time hehehe but srsly im so sorry of how late im doing this. also if i get any of your biases wrong IM SORRY :'D
@wonumatics + wonwoo in "college friends to lovers". yeah the two of you probably became friends after being the only two members in the ten member group project who actually worked and lo and behold! maybe wonwoo is cute. and maybe...wonwoo thinks the same too.
@thepoopdokyeomtouched + mingyu in "met though mutual friends". honestly you were losing track of all the friends your friend was currently introducing you to until you saw mingyu. and honestly mingyu was feeling bored until he started talking to you. now its just mingyu trying to babysit a wild you but hey you both love each other this way.
@aaniag + soonyoung in "meet cute". when people said kids love the zoo, the last thing you expected was your nephew to start crying on seeing the tigers roar. until a stranger took it up as his personal mission to make your nephews realise they weren't as bad as they sounded. the same stranger whom you were sharing an ice cream with (without any nephews).
@nishloves + soonyoung in "met through mutual friends". when your friend wonwoo texted you saying he unfortunately had to bring a friend over for your pvp session, you didn't expect the said friend to be...such a cutie. and right now you were on purpose destroying him just to see soonyoung's cute sigh of frustration. and soon it became a regular thing until even wonwoo wasn't invited to your sessions. or...date as soonyoung called it.
@haecien + minghao in "museum dates". you hadn't meant to spill your dirty water on his clothes. really. the pain box happened to slip out of your hand as a new surge of crowd walked into the room, knocking over the jar of water onto the stranger beside you. and you opened your mouth to quickly apologise but you froze, because right in front of you was the most beautiful stranger you had ever seen. and the rest was history.
@slytherinshua + joshua in "picnic au". your expectation for the perfect sunset picnic was completely ruined when a dog ran amok and knocked over all your food. until your perfect neighbour joshua appeared suddenly to your rescue. and now as you sipped tea with him under the sun, you realised that maybe it wasn't too bad.
@mangocustard16 + seokmin in "childhood best friends to lovers". seokmin was your everything. quite literally because if not said best friend then who else? but he added lover to the everything after kissing the corner of your lips one drunken evening, murmuring how much he loved you and making you realise that so did you.
@weird-bookworm + vernon in "library au". was vernon a library person? no he always prefered the movies. but would he be willing to stay in the library for hours if it meant staring at you and maybe, maybe talking to you? sign this man up immediately.
@nonononranghaee + seungcheol in "fake dating au". reason for fake dating (lie vers): 'i need someone with me for my sister's wedding'. reason for fake dating (truth vers): 'i'm in love with you and i've heard dating opens up new sides of people so maybe i'll find something icky about you'.
#GUYS I LITERALLY MADE THIS A HOW YOU MEET SVT IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT WAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE#ANYWAYS I HAD GREAT FUN!#if you all think my writing is nice check out my writing blog @gyu-effect :D#just kidding lmfao#asks.
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One idea I kinda love is that while Hunter can get quite flustered and silent in person when Willow speaks to him, he can be an absolute menace on Penstagram or whenever they're not face-to-face.
Like in the moment it can be hard for him to think of responses because he's too busy soaking in her attention and his brain is just a mush of 'omg pretty girl pretty girlpretty girl' . but when it's over messages? And he has time to think about what to say and his responses?? He could be so effortlessly smooth and Willow would literally throw her scroll across the room and scream into her pillow because he just compared her to a beautiful flower he saw on his walk today
THIS IS SO FUNNY
After a day or two when Hunter gets accustomed to the keypad, he's now free to say whatever the fuck he wants and he somehow ends up going ham on this sweet girl he's been talking to. He doesn't really realize that what he's doing is considered flirting and sees it more like friendly banter/compliments but he gets SO excited over the little hearts she sends in response. Makes his stomach flip upside-down. He can't really figure out why that is yet but all he knows is that she really likes it when he talks to her like this and he is getting a good grade in texting pretty girl. This only encourages him and one or two flirty lines becomes a barrage on Hunter's end.
The "masked confidence" definitely plays a factor here. She can't see him so he feels like he can act any way he wants. He's not really all that chill in real life as he is currently sitting on his bed, unable to stay still because he's got a terrible case of the romance zoomies and he STILL can't believe he's found himself talking to such a cool and pretty girl and she seems to like him. But in the texts themselves, he seems nothing but playful and conchalant.
(I wanna say he had some smooth line prepared to follow the Flapjack pic so when he sent it to Luz by mistake, he panicked and snapped at her because he had almost sent her a message intended for the Captain. And though he still hasn't recognized it as flirting, he knows in his gut that those messages are for her eyes only and if anyone else read them he would be mortified.)
And oh my god, poor Willow on the other end. I like the idea that this is the first time anyone has ever seriously flirted with her before and she's giddy and overjoyed but also overwhelmed and scared out of her mind. Which results in a lot of kicking and pillow screaming because this boy is too much!!
He got her blushing which she thinks is SO LAME but there's not a goddamn thing she can do to stop it.
However, this is where Willow's own flirtiness is born. We definitely saw a bit of an inkling of it in ASIAS but it's through texting Hunter that she becomes comfortable with how direct she is in expressing her interest in him. (Babygirl you can be as direct as you want, he still hasn't figured out that you like him.) Which leads to mutual flirting. Mutual freaking out while laying on their beds but neither of them are backing down. They're such nerds about it. It's thrilling to them. They've never done anything like this before.
And can you imagine if this was the case and we got this?
This is the face of a boy who hadn't expected to see this girl for another year and figured that he would have plenty of time to rehearse what he would say when they met again. And now he's being attacked by her presence and he doesn't know what to do with himself. And all of a sudden, how brazenly he acted over texts is extremely embarrassing and he wants to crawl into a hole.
And Willow!!! Willow has been relentlessly flirting with him ever since. And Hunter was initially like "Can she just give me a BREAK? To gather my bearings and figure out what I'm gonna say??" No. No this is your own fault. You gave her an inch and she took a mile. You created a monster. You dug your grave, now lie in it.
Admittedly, Hunter loves this grave. Way better than the literal one he tried to dig once.
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Hi! I'm curious regarding Panville's dynamic on RoT. You write that they basically never argue and some of their disagreements get sorted out quickly (barring the one before the accident ofc). And that 5 years later, they're still deeply in love and shagging constantly. It's so beautiful but I guess I've become jaded with mainstream media (and some of the marriages/relationships i've been around) but do you think that's really possible? Not without hard work, but is it attainable and realistic?
I meant for Remember One Thing to be something lovely and beautiful and escapist to sink into. I write this ship because they're incredibly soft and fill me with so much warmth and happiness when I'm inhabiting their world in my imagination. All of our escapist outlets are so different, and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to put something out there that is maybe a little different or niche for people who enjoy it.
But also . . . extremely long-ass rant under the cut.
I can't find the source right now, but apparently when Terry Pratchett was a very young journalist he interviewed older married couples to ask their secrets to a long marriage. One of the couples straight up said they stayed happy because they had a ton of sex throughout their marriage and still did. There's also that kind of wild essay Ayelet Waldman wrote for the NYT about how much sex she and Michael Chabon were still having after four children, among other sentiments. People do experience a confluence of high libido and sustained admiration and attraction. It helps to partner with a sexy, kind, capable person who's a great communicator and does genuinely equitable domestic labor, which is what I've written.
And as far as fighting goes, that's down to a lot of things that I won't get into, but it's 100% possible. My three kids never fight. They have very rare arguments/hurt feelings over resources ("Who ate the last of the rice crackers?" kind of thing), but they resolve their conflicts quickly and respectfully and have never, ever sought to hurt one another physically or emotionally. This has nothing to do with my parenting, it's just them, for whatever reason. It's so marked and consistent that they're disturbed by sibling conflict in media, and don't understand why their friends hate their siblings.
It's a joke in my house to call me Spock because I live in my rational brain most of the time. It has drawbacks, but one perk is that I find it very easy to approach conflict with a cooperative problem-solving mentality vs. a win-lose mentality. I really cannot overstate how life-altering that is. And I actually do think that it's possible for almost anyone to become good enough at communication and secure enough in their sense of self to have a very low-friction partnership.
Tl;dr: it's absolutely possible to not fight with the people you live with, and it's possible to not hate your spouse. I will say that I see more genuine friendship, mutual regard and happiness in queer relationships than I do in straight ones.
So my answer to: is this possible? Attainable? Realistic? is yes and no. Remember One Thing is heterosexual monogamist escapism, meant to simply enjoy for those who are into it. I also absolutely think it's possible to sustain a super active sex life across the lifespan of a monogamous partnership. It's also possible to not fight (I don't mean not disagree or work though differing opinions, that's just life). Is it likely to find both of those things in a partnership? Plus whatever else we may want—successful careers, healthy, connected parenting, physical health and well-being, hobbies, extended family connections, travel? That's a ton of pressure and a BUNCH of separate social problems we shouldn't feel responsible for personally solving or attaining. Also kind of funny how under predatory capitalism security and satisfaction are not enough (are in fact antithetical to the pursuit of profit). Any aspect of our lives that isn't peak and ideal is framed as a problem with a market-based solution. There's an app to optimize all of this. Click to accept the unfettered use of your data in perpetuity.
The thing about the relationship in Remember One Thing isn't that it's ideal, it's that it's peaceful. It's marked by a high level of metta, or lovingkindness: connectedness; openness; mutual goodwill; benevolence. It's emotionally non-violent. One of my all-time favorite authors is E.M. Forster, a gay man who wrote about queer joy long before that was a term and whose existence was criminalized during his lifetime. There's this famous line in A Room with a View: " . . . by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." Remember One Thing is about a Yes relationship. It's safe to be vulnerable. That vulnerability engenders trust, which makes it possible to stay open. It's a virtuous cycle.
Why don't we think we can have that? And for those who want sex, why do we feel like silly, secure, fun, connected sexual intimacy that we genuinely enjoy and regularly seek from a partner is unrealistic? So much of what we think is normal about partnership is actually centuries-worth of radioactive institutional abuse and exploitation. We covertly and overtly frame relationships in terms of power, performance, and extraction. What do I get from this relationship vs. I get to hang out with you. That's no way to live. I have to believe it's attainable to find that person or people who feel like a sweet, sexy Yes and treat them with grace and kindness. Otherwise what's the point?
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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
biting the bullet and saying why not! i usually avoid protagonist types because i get intimidated by the amount of detail and canon i feel like i have to memorize in order to properly do them justice, same with more 'popular' charas/muses giving me more personal pressure to be a portrayal worth.... something?? respect and validity?? attention and friendship from my mutuals lmao 😭 but considering dnangel was painfully niche (despite the way everybody and their mom at least recognizes it) and about half the series was only in japanese anyways, (let's see you try to find full-length dnangel LN translations that aren't mine) AND it's been like 30 years since the series started, i figured i'd have nothing to lose if my tried my best with daisuke. dai's always basically been my first magical girl (boy-) exposure and for that i'm very grateful. i still remember how beautiful sugisaki's art was to me even while being shook that dai was falling off a cliff in vol 2. my whole life might as well have led up to this point is basically what i'm saying-
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
nothing much beyond the obvious taboos/what's in my rules. although, i don't really like if it a muse relationship doesn't go anywhere and stagnates at something like making fun of dark or daisuke nonstop. yeah they can be your funny guys, but don't suddenly ditch me or go off in an ooc post rant if that funny stuff takes an actual serious turn. i try to incorporate a lot of facets into dark and daisuke both, so i get frustrated when people solely try to force them into shallow facades of themselves. humor's great, but there's a point where people have to take daisuke and dark's feelings seriously too, or else i won't feel reciprocated, and i'll start losing respect for portrayals and muses.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
i just like writing in general really. if you write with me i really enjoy it. thank u so much💐✨. being able to take dark and daisuke out of their somewhat limited canon and put them through certain experiences or in front of certain personalities that i'd otherwise never ever get to see is very fulfilling for me, especially since the series probably won't get anymore updates in the future (holding out for an anime revival but for now i'll take the brand new 2024 drama cd.) if we're talking deepest indulgences... off the top of my head, i really like it when dark gets to be actually intimate with others without worrying over the curse or keeping any secrets for daisuke, which includes him being with even younger muses who just kind of marvel at him and look up to him be it as an older brother type figure or not. on daisuke's side of things, i'm just like sugisaki lmfao- i like it when he gets to do things and actually prove to muses that he's a) capable and unstoppable when he tries and b) actually kind of an impulsive hothead underneath all the anxiety dkjfkgjk.
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
i wish i was the sort of person to spitball silly little headcanons out one after another but i'm not. most headcanons i have usually fulfill some kind of thematic or relate directly to canon; dark's skin being ice-cold and marble-smooth is all headcanon, him having fangs (sharp teeth) and claws is very very arguably headcanon, (as in, canon never comments on either or, but let it me known my dark absolutely does have these features,) all to better suit and exaggerate his role as 'the beast' and something inhuman, on the scarier and supernatural side of things. daisuke tumbling locks as a (quite telling to the perceptive) habit with his hands is headcanon, and so is his and dark's shared appreciation for fruits/sweets --- it's part of the fractured fairy-tale motif, but also the biblical, which both often have overlapping dealings and warnings in regards to sins, temptations, and pride, a la eating the apple / the gingerbread house. dark and dai are both the tempers and the ones tempted, but they're also thieves and possessive saviors; their eyes are kind but covet, their hands are cold but their smiles are warm, they clutch at and take anything that isn't theirs but often for the sole sake of keeping and protecting it. most of my headcanons end up revolving around that sort of thing.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
my surroundings are endlessly noisy so i usually have something playing. it's also why i write better at night during dead hours because it's quietest, but by then i'm usually worn out and just want to sleep 😂
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
i'm a winger. if i focus too long on quality for literally every single interaction i'd never get any replies out, but i do enjoy writing more complex/dramatic replies for mutuals whose styles better suit it. this is why my writing style shifts around between asks/responses/mutuals sometimes, although sometimes it's on purpose. dark's responses can seem far more complex and grandiose than daisuke's at times, but that's because mentally, daisuke's much younger and simpler and much more emotional/energetic. if i'm really inspired by a response but don't have the immediate time to sit and focus on a full length reply, sometimes i'll just jot down a sentence or two i want to use so i don't forget into my notes app, and it's usually smooth sailing from there.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
romantic? it's not my priority, especially since my standards are very strict. i refuse to get into a ship that feels empty because forcing something i don't actually feel for is the fastest way to kill off my muse. idc about kisses and i sure as hell don't do smut, my muse (both of them, dark included at least physically) is a minor, but if something happens naturally (which isn't at all impossible, this is daisuke i'm writing here,) then i'll roll with it and see where it goes. really it's not daisuke developing an attraction to another muse that i'm afraid of, just annoying muns or getting a negative reaction to potentially introducing any kind of narrative conflict. i like some drama. i like some figuring it out. i like depth touching depth. daisuke's entire life/series begins with him literally being rejected by his first crush on his birthday and he's part of a buy one boyfriend get one free package alongside dark; he's always got a lot to figure out. so i guess my advice is really don't ask me to ship unless you're fully prepared to understand what exactly that means with daisuke.
romance aside? i love daisuke having mentors. or rivals. or people he attaches to as a sibling or some kind, given he's a lonely single child already used to being immensely responsible. or i like seeing him being stuck in complicated situations and putting other people into complicated dilemmas because his alignments are all over the place. he works with criminal muses, law-enforcement related muses, magical-related muses, inter-dimensional related muses, art-related muses, older or younger, nobility, there's sm you can do with him, he can go just about anywhere. i enjoy this.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
tsun
ᴀɢᴇ?
💀 im getting older....
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
mar 20th
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
black, red, hey wait a minute-
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
i'll talk about for dark and daisuke specifically - dark is always those moody, weepy sounding vkei or jrock (duh) songs while daisuke gets all the cutesy, lovey-dovey, high-energy jpop music. throw in the occasional mix of the two (like metal covers of high energy pop songs) and i've got all the vibes i need. go into my audio tag and maybe then you will Understand
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
half of sonic 2 (i didn't get to finish it because it was on a plane flight ---)
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
i haven't watched any shows in FOREVER 😭
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
halyosy's snowman (the rerec ver) (thank you project sekai)
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
p...pizza....
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
fall right when it's riiiiiight before winter.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
mutuals that have stuck with me for yrs are all my best friends. mutuals that are nice to me now are also my best friends
tagged by @primordyalsoul ty sumin!!!!!!
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January can be gloomy so here’s a little bit of love for pocket friends and those that help fill my dash with good things. I’ll be tagging friends and mutuals, some people who won’t know me and some who do, I hope nobody minds too much, feel free to ignore me. Thank you to fandom by me💕
Thank you fanfic writers; your imagination seems endless, your words sail ships that may never reach their destination but you’re taking us where we want to go anyway. You give us stories that we’ll never see anywhere else, that make us smile and cry, a 1000 kisses in a 1000 ways. You break our hearts and rebuild it, you keep us company in the dark when we can’t sleep, what would we do without you?
Gif makers; your talents are a mystery to me, you take our shows and catch our favourites in moments of time, slow them and spin them into something clearer, brighter, better and new. You use your time to give us beautiful colours, sometimes you wrap your creations in songs and poems to make us smile and break our hearts. Isn’t that amazing.
Artists you create such amazing things, how? How is there so much talent in your fingertips. It seems impossible to me. You draw or edit or manipulate images to bring such joy, you see what’s not there yet and make it real, imagine our delight when our imagination appears before our very eyes. You can show us things we can only dream of, how wonderful is that, how talented you are.
And you out there who see things about our shows and in them, who share it and see patterns who tie it together and say did you see, do you think, did you know, and you write and write and write such wonderful metas (even if sometimes you hide in the tags) you amaze us with what you see and give hope. It really wouldn’t be the same here without you.
And then last but not least, never that, there’s you, who read and hit kudos, who write comments, the re bloggers and the friends, people who write tags that are funny and smart and kind; do you know what you do, what it means, how your names are noticed and remembered, how you make people smile at their inboxes and notifications. I hope you do.
To all of you I think that you should know that you help bring happiness into places you can’t imagine, to people you will never meet and faces you might never see and I thank you for it 💕💜💕
Tagging under cut there are so many more of you I know but maybe you’ll see this anyway in your travels around this little blue app we love to hate
@loveyourownsmiilee @monsterrae1 @shortsighted-owl @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @yelenasbuddie @lostinabuddiehaze @swiftiediaz @buddierights @ajunerose @fleurdebeton @megslovesbooks @jacksadventuresinwriting @livingwherethesidewalkends @ci5mates @lilbuddie @fiona-fififi @blaidddrwg1982 @taketheplanspinitsideways @rogerzsteven @bekkachaos @jobairdxx @thekristen999 @b99tgplhtgawmf1sh @ronordmann @matan4il @weewootruck @caroandcats @homerforsure @stagefoureddiediaz @anxieteandbiscuits @dickley-buddie @canonicallyobserving911 @sibylsleaves @like-the-rest-of-la @paranoidbean @starlingbite @yawningmicrobe @blue-cheeseinmyoffwhites @cosycrescent @fatedbuck @buddiearemydads @mikereads @swiftiebuckleys @hattalove @belovedbuddie @sherlocking-out-loud @henswilsons @skyhighrollins911 @oliverstarked
#fanstuff#being sentimental tonight#just ignore me if you’d like to#no interaction#on this post#is expected#just saying#i appreciate it all#i appreciate you
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