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whyse7vn · 6 months

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MOVING OUT -

[ot7 x reader]

BFFS 😁💜

8 participants - 8 online

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jk: #NEWYEARNEWHOME

#NEWME 🙌🏼

hobi: don’t want to know don’t care shut up

jin: what now

jimin: sighs

tae: AWOMAN 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

yooongi: …

jk: #newbeginings 🙏🏼

namjoon: ??

jk: i’m moving out guys 😆

like living on my own

i am

no joke

real life

living with y/n era OVER

hobi: attention seeker

jin: idk if you can even survive on ur own

y/n: he’s being stupid

ignore him pls

jk: house warming party soon guys!!!!

everyone invited unless ur name starts with a j

yoongi: your name starts with a j

jk: everyone invited unless ur surname starts with a j

yoongi: are you stupid

jin: is this about y/ns new bf lmao

y/n: i brought jaehyun over ONCE and now kooks spiralling

jk: idk who is jaehyun sorry idk who that is or what ur talking about sorry idk a thing

namjoon: sighs

yoongi: lowkey valid

y/n: ????????

yoongi: i mean if we were living together and you brought a rat back home i would loose my mind a bit

y/n: namjoon

namjoon: yoongi

yoongi: just saying

jimin: LMAOOO

y/n: not funny

jimin: just a little bit

tae: i heard jaehyun a world famous cheater

y/n: guys

hobi: look you made her upset

jk: y/ns upset?

jin: yikes

jimin: it’s not even my fault

yoongi just makes me giggle some times

yoongi: 🫰🏼

tae: i’ll hold you bbg sshhh don’t cry

namjoon: ew

y/n: i really really like him ok

so if you all could actually maybe just give him a chance and not be assholes for once i would really appreciate it

hobi: ofc pretty <3

jimin: ok but do you love him

namjoon: jimin

jimin: WHAT sorry i really need to know

jk: DONT ANSWER THAT

jin: woah

jk: i mean you don’t have to answer that haha

i’m still moving out btw

tae: i think you should give up i don’t think she’s gonna tell you to stay

omg like a dog

stay

i wish someone would tell me to stay

“stay 😡”

ok bae i’ll stay

am i ur good boy?

tell me i am

look at me

i stayed here

waiting for you

tell me i’m your good boy tell me please

hobi: bro

tae: sorry got lost in the source

namjoon: you mean the sauce?

tae: yesss mayo!!

@y/n tell me to say

y/n: absolutely not

i can tell you to kys tho

tae: Keep Yourself here and Stay

a win for kim taehyung

y/n: kill yourself

tae: no

heheheh

i’m a bad boy tonight

what you gonna do about it 😝

jimin: oh my god stop talking

tae: she wants me

y/n: she has a boyfriend

tae: never even seen that man in the same room as you

u sure you not making this relationship up

y/n: do i need to send you a fucking sex tape to prove it

tae: i mean…..

if you want lol

y/n: ur gross

tae: you’ve kissed me

y/n: top ten worst moments of my life

tae: WOAHHHHHHH

UMMM

OK NOW YOU’VE CROSSED A LINE

namjoon: enough

both of you

y/n: taes a shit kisser

tae: NO I AM NOT

NAMJOON TELL HER IM

NOT OHMYGOD HOW DARE SHE

namjoon: wydm tell her?

ur acting like i’ve kissed you to know

tae: i’ll kiss you

namjoon: i’m going to block you

tae: I AM NOT A SHIT KISSER

jimin: tae can’t kiss tae can’t kiss

tae: STOP I CAN

hobi: that’s really sad actually

jk: can someone do me a favour

yoongi: no

namjoon: what’s the favour?

yoongi: it’s gonna be something stupid

jk: joon can you buy me a house??

yoongi: shocker!!

tae: guys i’m a great kisser ask all the girls i’ve kissed

jimin: girls?

the only other girl you’ve kissed is jennie

tae: THATS NOT TRUE I NEVER KISSED THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE

hobi: she didn’t let you kiss her even tho you flew all the way to paris for her??

that’s crazy

jin: maybe she was waiting for marriage

y/n: maybe she was waiting for the police

namjoon: i am not buying you a house are you out of ur mind??

jk: but how i’m i supposed to move out?

namjoon: buy ur own house?

tae: why would she be waiting for the police??????

jin: being seen with you is a crime in itself

don’t even get me started of being seen publicly HOLDING HANDS with you

hobi: right yikes

jimin: what’s the french police number?

y/n: fuck knows

jin: baguette snail croisant

jimin: those are not numbers

hobi: isn’t that racist?

jin: to who?

hobi: the french??

jin: you can be racist to the french???????

hobi: i think idk???

jin: shit you better lock me up then

been oui oui baguette eiffel tower bonejawing my whole life

y/n: bonejaw??????????

tae: jin ur like a mega racist…

hobi: do you like trump be honest

jin: tf is trump

jk: namjoon pls oh pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

yoongi: can you guys not have 2 conversations at once thanks

tae: just say you can’t keep up

yoongi: just kill yourself

tae: WOAH

namjoon get him!!!!

namjoon: am i a dog??

why do i have to always get someone

i think you guys need to learn how to fight ur own battles

tae: dog

“stay😡😡😡😡”

w-what’s happening to me 😰😭

🧍🏻‍♂️… 🧎🏻‍♂️…. 🐕

arf? 🥺

*head tilt*

jimin: this is why women avoid you

tae: take a leaf out of my book bro

jimin: would genuinely rather die

hobi: /gen /srs

yoongi: /kys

jin: wait so jungkooks moving out but doesn’t have a home to move into

jk: i can always move in with yoongi

yoongi: LOL

jk: or jimin

jimin: wow the weather is great today guys 😆

jk: hobi will have me

hobi: no!

jk: jin joon??

namjoon: give up

jin: are you silly

tae: i could

jk: no thank you ❤️

tae: wtf

y/n: LMAO

tae: what’s wrong with living with me???

jk: u scare me a lot i’m sorry

tae: fucking bitch

jimin: what if y/n moved in with jaehyun then you have the house to urself?

jk: ARE YOU SILLY???

WHY WOULD I WANT THAT

IMG THE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME WANT YO THROW UP

NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN

jimin: woah ok don’t shoot me in the head tf??

thought you wanted this independent life

y/n: i mean i can if that’s what u really want kook

jk: KOOK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE

my knees just gave out >.<

WAIT NO DONT MOVE IN WITH HIM YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY NO DONT DO THAT

jin: u make me wanna throw up

jk: i love living with you!!! i’m sorry i’m not gonna move out so please don’t move out either living with you has been and IS the best thing that’s ever happened to me please don’t go

hobi: that’s a shinee song

jimin: didn’t she fuck a shinee member LMAO 💀

namjoon: jimin

jimin: sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

tae: so you can fight her battles for her but fighting mine is an issue????

ok sexism IS real females were onto something with this one

y/n: females??

yoongi: they way you dig urself deeper and deeper into unlikeability is truly insane

tae: my fault feminist yoongi here to get my ass 💀💀💀💀

NO IM SORRY I DIDNt MEAN THAT LMAOO

PLS DONT HURT ME

IDK WHY I SAID THAT

THE DEMONS TOOK OVER FOR A SEC

NO JOKE BLACKED OUT

DONT EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT

NAMJOON TELL HIM IT WAS A MISTAKE

JOON

KIM NAMJOON TELL HIM TELL HIM

hobi: tell me tell me tttttell me

yoongi: i’m gonna shoot him

namjoon: understandable

hobi: it’s the love shot

jk: i’m not moving out guys

jin: no shit

y/n: hobi answer my ft >_<

hobi: give me one sec my love!!!!!!!!!!

jimin: woah???

jin: uhhhhhhhh

tae: group ft ❤️!!

y/n: kys!!

tae: why do girls not fuck with the nice guys anymore

hobi blew up a school once

hobi: ??

tae: get off the phone so my gf can call ME

yoongi: i beg you to shut the fuck up

tae: beggar

jimin: that coming from you is actually insane tae!

tae: what

namjoon: so whose hosting games night this week

yoongi: not me

jin: i did it last time

jimin: my place is real messy

hobi: don’t wanna :/

tae: i refuse in protest of tae respect and love in this gc

y/n: me and jk can

since he’s not moving out and all

jk: 😁!!

namjoon: cool

everyone ok with that?

jin: yup

jimin: ok

yoongi: yes

tae: whatever lol

hobi: y/n why don’t you invite jaehyun??

so we can all properly meet him

you’ve met his members right??

he should meet yours no?

yoongi: ?????

tae: ARE YOU SILLY

jin: ur so wrong for that

y/n: ahhhh idk

i mean i have met his members

and i really do want you guys to properly meet him as well…

jimin: somethings going on

jk: haha yeah lol i mean i’ve met him already

he was my friend lol haha not that it matters but that’s ok

did i say was ?? i meant is lol sorry i wouldn’t stop being his friend just cuz he’s dating you that would be silly

but yeah but if you want him to come that’s cool

but he really really really doesn’t need to haha

namjoon: y/n bring your boyfriend

y/n: are you sure???

tae: NO??£:£:££:

jin: yes!!! #drama

jimin: ofc

yoongi: whatever

jk: hahah lol hahah

y/n: ok

hobi: great ☺️!!!

cant wait

jimin: i bet

hobi: ??

jimin: nothing

hobi: y/n answer :p

y/n: okokokokokokokokok

jimin: i’m gonna do some deep diving i’ll talk to you all later

(unfortunately)

(and by force not cuz i like you)

(the talking to you later part not the diving part)

bye

jk: woah didn’t know jimin was a diver

yoongi: ur stupid

@y/n reply to my message

bye

jin: wow guys i’m really exited for games night

gotta stock up on the alcohol

so i guess i’m going too

bye 👋🏻

tae: good i’m going as well

i’ve got to go and punch a wall

jungkook come over

this is srs business

jk: okay ^_^

getting in my car

speak to you all later 💓

hobi: y/n told me to tell you all bye

so bye from her and bye from me

😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼

namjoon: woah

did we

did we just end a conversation normally….

oh my god

wow

guys wow omg

this is the first time this has happened

wow

i’m in shock

this is such a big step for us

i’m so proud

wow

what do i even say rn

….

yoongi: how about goodbye

blowing up my phone for no reason

namjoon: no ur right i’m sorry

goodbye guys

have a good day???

yeah

um wow

yeah have a good day guys i mean it

i honestly and truly mean it

wow

yeah and

yoongi removed namjoon from “BFFS 😁💜”

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hobi sus

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7077070707 · 9 months

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best friend

feat — gojo satoru

contents & warnings — not proofread because im fucking lazy, mutual pining, friends to lovers, suggestive content, gojo being a dork as per usual

a/n — guys i’m sorry for writing ANOTHER gojo fic but he’s just so fun to write. this is slowly turning into a gojo blog (i hate him). ALSO, im actually a dc girl so i’m with my pookie on this one,,, but like at the same time i might prefer starwars… it’s hard out here, they’re both so peak. um!!! as you can tell i’m oddly passionate about all this comic and movie shit from my stupid rambling so im just gonna stop!!!

you and your best friend satoru trek indoors, both sweaty and fatigued from the blazing summer heat. you’re still finishing off the popsicle that gojo generously bought for you from the convenience store, for the whopping price of ¥180 (a true gentleman, he is). he claimed to be donating to charity, with you being a charity case – so in response you simply kicked him in the back of his knees which resulted him folding like a foldable chair.

gojo was mindlessly chewing on the remains of his popsicle – that being the stick – and shoves his hands into his pockets. you were both passionately arguing over which franchise was better, and it was quickly becoming more and more heated.

“dc is soo much better than marvel! what are you talking about?” he whines, pulling his hands out of his pockets and positioning them in a questioning, exasperated manner for the sake of exaggeration and his strong opinion.

“no! no! no! marvel is cooler, and the movies are top tier. are dc movies as successful as marvel movies? no, i don’t think so.” you defend yourself, pointing an accusatory finger at gojo with some swagger.

“well yeah, marvel movies are generally better but we’re talking about EVERYTHING, and everyone knows dc comics are superior. ‘cause, you know, the storylines are deeper and over all more interesting. and have you seen some of the art? arkham asylum’s art is insane! ALSO, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW ICONIC BATMAN IS?”

“i could say the same about spiderman. and iron man–”

he cuts you off, “okay then, joker too!”

“shut up! alright, fine… one point to marvel for movies, and one point to dc for comics.” you announce, albeit begrudgingly.

“hold on, y/n.” leaning forward and wagging his finger stupidly, “there’s still more to it! what about games? or merch? lego adaptations? or even cartoons! maybe we could even add star wars to the mi–”

“enough! it’s too hot for this, satoru! we can settle this later, and maybe even bring suguru as well, to defend his case for star wars.”

a flash of disappointment shines upon his face at the mention of suguru, but maybe you were just seeing things. could it be that he was possibly saddened at the thought of his close friend being here? but why? maybe it’s because he wants to be alone with yo–

‘no, shut up y/n!’ you think to yourself, ‘that’s obviously not the case…’ a small, sad after thought. you blame it on the lingering crush you had on your bestfriend and inwardly sigh.

after the disappointed face that you claimed to notice, he flashes you a dopey grin and leans back. “alright, fine! you’re on! and damn, it is getting hot. i mean, even hotter. hotter than it was before, like previously–” he stops, “am i.. am i rambling?”

“well, no. i mean, er– yes, yes you are. but it’s–” you giggle, “it’s cool, satoru. don’t sweat it!” your chest suddenly fills with a warmth, a different kind of warmth to the one the surface of your skin was feeling.

he recovers and starts, “well, anyway…” he then abruptly takes his shirt off and throws it over his shoulder, his chiselled torso being revealed to you which raises heat to your face.

inside, you're panicking, ‘ohmygod.. what is happening? why is he stripping? huuuh..?’

he retrieves a wet rag and drags it across his body, creating wet droplets on his skin which was way more erotic than it should’ve been. the cool rag relieves him of the uncomfortable heat and he groans lowly, tilting his head up.

at the sound, you flush an even deeper red and panic even more, ‘oh my god! why? why is he so casual about this? i mean, how would he feel if i were to suddenly strip and wash myself with a wet towel? and make erotic noises as well! or am i making this an even bigger deal than it is? curse me and my brain…’

you stare shamefully at him, averting your eyes every now and then as an attempt to protect your wavering dignity.

he catches your eye, and a shit eating grin presents itself on his face, “y/n? you alriiight? why is your face so red?” he teases, elongating his words and taking the piss out of you.

you position yourself into a fighting stance, and retort defensively, “what? my face isn’t red! what are you talking about?”

“why are you getting so riled up then? i’m only pulling your tail, ya know! unless you're actually flustered?” he quipped, inching closer to you.

“go to hell gojo!”

“why are you so flustered anyway?” he inquired, as if he wasn’t displaying his god-like body in front of you like a piece of exquisite art, “wait!” he lets out an exaggerated gasp, raising his hand to his mouth and you prepare yourself for the ‘shocking’ revelation his stupid little head cooked up, “you’re staring at my body! heeeey!”

you grind your teeth, about to swing your fist at him.

“i mean, i don’t blame you. girls are crazy over me.” he boasts, making you feel even more idiotic, “but hey, i’m crazy over you too!” you halt your actions and pause.

“wait… what?” you croak out.

“you best believe it, pretty!”

“you… you like me?” stunned by this unexpected declaration, “you like me, too?”

the boy smiles fondly at you, “of course. i just didn’t know how to confess… so i simply decided to do it on a whim, ya know – when my heart felt the fullest and all that cheesy crap.”

“awww. gojo, you like me! that’s so cute!”

his face gains an adorable pink flush, uncharacteristically flustered from your comment, and he sputters out, “wait what? why are the tables turning? when did the tables turn? how are the tables turning?!”

giggling behind your hands, you assured him good naturedly, “well, just so you know. i like you too.”

deadpanning at you, “i figured.”

giggling once more, you twirl towards him and place a sweet kiss on the cheek of your now ex-best friend.

(bonus)

satoru smiles at the contact, but a burning question arrises, “so wait, does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

you ponder for a moment, scrunching your face — gojo copying your expression, “err yeah, i think so! is that how it works?”

“how about i take you out on a date, pretty?” he suggests, finger gunning at you and flashing his signature goofy grin.

#does anyone get the reference hehe #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #friends to lovers #mutual pining #gojo pining #jjk gojo #jjk fluff

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smoshyourheadin · 1 month

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Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 3 - Refreshing

“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”

angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.

“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.

“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”

you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl

“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.

“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”

“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”

you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.

the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.

“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.

“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening

“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.

walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.

what?

you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.

at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen

“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.

“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”

“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.

during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff

afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.

“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.

“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.

“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot

“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”

angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.

“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.

over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.

fuck.

friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.

“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly

“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.

you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.

“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow

“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her

“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder

“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.

“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.

“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”

“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.

“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.

“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”

“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in

“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him

“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”

you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.

as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.

“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.

“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.

“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement

he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”

you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture

amanderp 😚

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you: [picture of you and the giraffe]

you: guess what i named it

amanderp 😚: giraffey?

you: nope, meet amanda ;)

amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆

you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))

you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.

“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.

“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles

“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes

“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”

you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.

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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #shayne topp #courtney miller #arasha lalani #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #ian hecox #smoshyourheadin

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genericb34ns · 8 days

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Ur pfp made me giggle bc it was silly so I clicked ur pfp and ohmygod the spiral of Porris lore I’ve just seen I THOUGHT UR PFP WAS A JOKE IM CRYING

Unfortunately, it is all very real and there will be more soon. (in 2-3 weeks)

#sdv #sdv pierre #sdv morris #stardew #sdv shitpost #its for the gospel part 3 #sdv porris #pierre x morris #i have reached the point of no return

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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apologies but i’m high rn and i’m thinking of hyuka and ur the first person who came to mind. but i’m thinking about how hyuka would probably be a biter and a squeezer when he cums like. gets so overwhelmed, he gets a handful of whatever squish he can find on ur body and holds on for dear life. he’d feel so bad cuz it’ll leave marks and make you so sore but you love it so much that 90% of the time it brings you right over the edge with him. even better if kai’s inexperienced and doesn’t get that cumming at the same time is not that common, ur just a lil freak that loves to be manhandled lmfao

cw. biting, nail marks, sex (protection not mentioned/implied), chubby!reader, inexperienced kai, mentions of [hair pulling, choking, being tied up] but none of it actually happens lol, i think that's it.

OK ANON WHAT THE FUCK

ahem

first of all- so flattered that *i’m* the first person to come to mind when thinking of hyuka??? that’s so sweet im blushing down rn *^^*

but yes. kai is definitely a biter LOL and ur so right about him being inexperienced and not knowing cumming at the same time isn’t common TT that’s so cute i never thought of that!!! so, like, ehehehe thank you for feeding me today.

anyway- i can really really see the biting thing fr like in missionary (the actual best position tbh) with his face buried in ur shoulder, whimpers and breaths ringing in ur ears.

and like (idgaf if this is an overused trope lmao it’s overused for a reason) inexperienced but doesn’t know how fkn good at fucking you he actually is.

and you don’t wanna overwhelm him with the things that are a lil rougher—hair pulling, choking, being tied up—just yet. but those lil pangs pain from of things he’s doing but doesn’t even know he's doing it. he's just too overwhelmed with pleasure and how amazing you feel <3

and when he does come to his senses and catches his breath again after having an incredible orgasm, he sees the marks all over your body- the teeth marks on ur shoulder, the crescent moons from his nails on ur tit, on ur thigh, on ur waist...he apologizes over and over again. just i'm so sorry- ohmygod. did i hurt you? i didn't mean to. i promise i was trying to be gentle. i was just- you just felt so good. and ur body feels so nice—you have to break him out of his panic like kai, kai calm down- it's okay. i liked it. didn't u feel me cum at the same time? running ur fingers thru his hair while he's all pouty but—

well no i didn't actually...but isn't that what's supposed to happen? nd u just giggle at how absolutely adorable he is :( no that's not what typically happens, but that's okay. that's a good thing. that's how much i liked you squeezing and biting me LOL and he gets this look on his face like ...oh. o.O and breaks out into the cutest giggle u've ever seen.

i need him lmfao

#hp's hard thoughts ☁️#hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #anon!#inbox!

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th0rns-n-r0ses · 4 months

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raving about hot men [you dont have to read this]

Hi. I'm just gonna rave about Axl for God knows how long. dude I'm genuinely in love I love every little thing, like seriously, blushing and kicking my feet and giggling. I'm the most dominant and overpowering motherfucker you're gonna meet (not really but that's for perspective) and this man has me on my knees, I seriously just need him like what. Okay so his hair looks so soft and fluffy and I wanna bury my face in it and breathe in and smell it and run my hands in it. I would brush it and wash it for him like no joke I would give him the best hair care you've ever fuckin' seen. As for eyes, oh my God, those eyes are so pretty and perfect, I just find myself lost in them. Sometimes in lil clips and recordings I see, his eyes just sparkle and shine and ohmygod it's so pretty I can't even. His nose, I don't have much to say on, but Jesus fucking Christ it's perfect. Shape, size, everything I'm so jealous. I hate my nose and his is so perfect, I just wanna steal it (that sounds so weird help). HIS SMILE IS SO CUTE I ALWAYS LOSE MY MIND OVER IT I'M NOT JOKING AARRGGGHHHHHHH IT'S SO INFECTIOUS LIKE I SMILE SO HARD WHEN I SEE THAT SMILE I'M JUST WHYS HE SO YES DUDE WHY WHY WHY THIS ISN'T FAIIIIRRRRRR. And his build. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I want him to just overpower me like I'm I'm only 2 inches shorter than him but he can overpower me whenever he wants to. He's so strong looking and I feel like his thighs would be such a nice pillow. Oh my God literally imagine, laying your head on his lap while he smiles down at you and plays with your hair!? I would lose my MIND. I would be a damned puddle if that happened, I'd be red as strawberries. And oh my god his laugh. I'm. I'm. I'm. His voice is so warm and cute and I just want to kiss his lips and on the tip of his nose and give him a huge hug and give him the love and care he deserves (fuck you Stephanie Seymour). anyway sorry if you read that im ugh i need his arms around me so bad dude

#axl gnr #axl rose #guns n roses #glam rock #80s music #80s rock #hard rock

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 12 hours

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PREV ASK ANON HERE

I absolutely adore the idea of them being so completely unaware and dazed that they’re just happy to be there dearly. the only discomfort they’d be aware of is how cold they are in comparison to their temperature controlled tank. whumpee’s emaciated body would not be able to control their own temperature, and also factoring in the minimal clothes they’re wearing, leaves a whumpee with chattering teeth and no sense of what’s wrong.

also the act of caring for a god as a sense of devotion?? I’m kicking my feet and giggling I love it sm. I’d imagine as well in any scenario when whumpee is being manhandled they’re responsive to any stimulus, being that they’ve been deprived of anything but water for months, so any brush of the skin that whumper allowed would be responded to by a startle, groan, twitch, etc which in diff situation w diff whumper’s can yield different reactions. disgust, adoration, a sick sense of satisfaction, etc.

oooooohhgh and the aftermath. chefs kiss.

you’re right so so right ohmygod. whumpee would almost rather have been tortured or physically hurt to be able to say they “survived something” rather than just been completely and totally dehumanized to the point of complete and utter unawareness and shut down of higher cognitive functions. IM EATING IT UPPP.

Anyways,,whumper probably talked to them through the tank like someone would talk to a pet goldfish.

-🪣 anon (cause i dump all my ideas on ppl)

Oh my lord, the imagery. I just can’t help but imagine when Caretaker first finds Whumpee. They expect a cell, chains and bars. Instead, they find Whumpee suspended in a glass tube, body submerged in fluid. Their body limp, hair flowing like a halo around their head. They look like a sleeping god. They look like a trophy. It makes Caretaker sick.

Just… Whumpee is worshiped like a god, but contained like a monster. Contained so totally and then displayed like a prized possession. I know you see the vision.

And you’re so right! Sticking with the ‘worshiper’ Whumper cause we’re both vibing with it, I just imagine Whumper finding deep satisfaction in getting such an unguarded, vulnerable response from their ‘god’ with a simple touch. They’re the only one allowed to touch them. It only helps to strengthen Whumper’s posessiveness, their confidence that they’re the one worthy of protecting Whumpee and harnessing their power.

Also! Also! I really like your point of Whumpee only being aware enough to feel their discomfort. Their awareness has been successfully restricted to their immediate senses, because Whumper has taken control of all their other needs. I love the fact that in that state, Whumpee would seek that simple comfort from anyone, body instinctually leaning into any source of warmth. Is it Caretaker, gripping them with shaking hands, horrified of what was done to them? Is it Whumper, smiling down at Whumpee, gliding a hand through their dripping hair?

Plus, you’re totally onto something with the ‘talking to Whumpee like a goldfish’ thing! Cooing unwanted comforts as Whumpee is dragged under the drug’s effects for the first time. Smiling as Whumpee’s limp body twitches underneath their gentle touch. Giving updates on their work to Whumpee’s peaceful, sleeping form.

Whumpee never responds. They can’t. For as much as Whumper worships Whumpee, they’re not particularly interested in Whumpee’s opinions.

And the recovery!! I feel like it’d be so, so horrible for Whumpee, because it shares one key element with their captivity: helplessness. Even now they’re trapped, confined to a hospital bed with a body too weak for even the most simple of activities. They’re being dotted on again, bombarded by countless pitying looks.

Whumpee wants to brush them away, insist on standing on their own feet, and walk out of the hospital. But their hands shake when they try to bring a glass to their lips, their legs crumble beneath them when they try to stand unaided. Their complaints and frustrations have nothing behind them, and it only earns them more pity.

#whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump #my stuff #an ask tag #magical whump #recovery whump

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skimpilydressedwithanaxe · 2 months

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YOU!!!!! yr art.. ur rendering is INSANELY GOOOOD i love the colors sm<33 im so happie we're mutuals now giggling adn kicking my feet

YOU. YOURE.. I think I need to sit down ohmygod THANK YOU SO MUCH I find yours to be soft and beautiful and ur shape language to be so pleasant and nice.. this is awesome truly a beautiful day to be alive

#i take a lot of pride in my rendering so this is.. peak tbh #ALSO if you ever feel like it hmu for an art trade #fucking love those #ask #THANK YOU AGAIN!

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cheruverse · 10 months

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HEY HEY have you ever thought about how much Rui would love it if you played with his hair HAVE YOU, HAVE YOU?? And and have you thought about his little laughs when you remark at how "atrocious his hair is" affectionately while running your hands through it, HAVE YOU??

HOLY SHIT I HAVEN'T EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS.

YOU HAVE A BIG BRAIN YOU KNOW THAT?????? RIGHT??????

ANYWAYS SO.

rui definitely loves the feeling of feeling your fingers brush through his hair. bc it's so relaxing and refreshing to him, not only that very small chance he gets flustered but tries SO. HARD TO HIDE IT.

IF YOU TEASE HIM A LOT OHMYGOD........ THERES GONNA BE WAR.

IF YOU PLAY ALONG WITH HIS TEASING AND GIGGLE ALONG W HIM AS YOU PLAY W HIS HAIR he'll marry you on the spot like???? he'll go like "hand in marriage 👉💍" and instantly melt to your touch im telling you pls.

his brain would short circuit IMMEDIATELY if you do this in the most random situations.

HE'S NEVER GOING TO ADMIT THAT HES LIKE. FLUSTER BUT IF YOU KEEP ON TEASING HIM AND POINT HIM OUT THEN HE'D JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH WITH A KISS.

he'd definitely. definitely. savor the moment.

rui would definitely do that it's canon he did it with me.

#kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro x reader

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relocatedheads · 2 years

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It was nothing short than beautiful

Summary: more than friends, less than lovers. Skinny dipping and sickly sweet romcom moments Pairing: slight Mechanic!Eddie X More Than Friend!Reader Trigger Warnings: none ( I thinkkk ) Content Warnings: characters in their underwear / skinny dipping / open water / reader wanting to hurt themselves ( used as the butt of a joke during a convo )

THIS IS SO LONG IM SO NOT SORRY OHMYGOD

((( pst click here if u want more mechanic!Eddie )))

gasp! a masterlist

teehee this is very long and very mushy !!

“Hey love, he’s just out back talking to Boss,” You had walked into the reception of Thatcher Tire, the all too familiar surroundings of stacked tire, shelves of oils, rails of smelly and the lovely young boy you got to know on a friendly level making the space fell more like a bizarre home. “Lemme let him know you’re here.”

Nodding, you let yourself relax onto one of the stands, leaning against it. The reception was empty, the filling only being you, merchandise and a humming of a radio. The boy come back out shortly, followed by a figure you knew all too well.

“There she is!” He gawked at you, a smile beaming. Eddie wasn't his usually dirty self - though he still drowned in a few smudges and stains - it was nothing like the filth you were used to.

“Easy day?” You smiled your hello, straightening yourself out.

“One set of breaks, a handful of tires, couple oil changes-” He lists off, signing himself out and walking out from behind the desk to you, “Easy day.” He clarifies. The two of you waved your goodbyes.

“How was your day, Sweetheart?” Your response freed itself as a disgruntled expression as you clipped in your seat belt. “Well that’s not a very happy face.” His voice was playful and pitying.

You huffed, leaning back into the chair, “It was an awful day. Eddie, don’t become a waiter, it’s so pointless and exhausting.”

“I don’t agree on pointless, but exhausting, it looks it.” He laughed at your dramatics, pulling out the car park.

“You know the Sarah and Polly drama? Sarah slept with Polly’s brother, unknowingly, but Polly thinks she did it on purpose because Sarah is Sarah- well, they started bringing it all up again-” You turned to look at him, “Eddie if I hear another catty comment whispered under someones breath, I'm going to throw myself out a window.”

Eddie laughed nonchalantly at your comment. “I thought they’d sorted that out?” His voice was mumbled behind him trying to light a cigarette.

“So did I! Theoretically, they sorted it, but I guess a heart can’t heal that fast.-Anyway,” You jumped the next topic almost cutting yourself off, “Then I broke a glass. Like full on dropped it- shattered it in the kitchen. The chiefs all stopped and laughed at me, it was so embarrassing. Then! Some old annoying man tried to argue with me over prices- like I control them!?” You huffed, “I’ve quite frankly had enough of people.”

“Wow, Y/N. That’s quite the day. You feeling okay though?”

“I don’t know.” Eddie put a hand on your thigh, squeezing it, “I feel a little flat, but that’s probably because I'm tired. But hey! At least the sunsets pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you.”

“Booo! That was gross, Eddie.” You giggled,

“It hurt me just as much just saying it.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the radio filling in the space. Eddie had seemed to take a different route home, driving around the out skirts of town. This route was always prettier but took double the amount of time.

All of a sudden, Eddie pulled up by an opening in the woodland that lined Hawkins. You threw him a confused look and he opened his door, “You coming?”

“Is this where you for fill your reputation and murder me in the woods?” You delivered flatly.

Stopping mid motion, he crossed his arms, leaning over to you in the van. “Wow. You think that little of me?”

“We can never be too sure.” You smiled undoing your belt.

“You play one game that’s got satanic connotations and suddenly you’re a people sacrificing devil worshiper-” The boy half heartedly rattled off, shutting his door.

Once rejoining with Eddie in front of the van, he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you into the woodland. You knew this side of town and the woods, but in that knowledge didn’t lie anything exciting enough to cause the metal head’s eagerness. The dealing bench was on the other side of Hawkins.

Eddie got many ideas, many of them completely insane, but a few realistic enough to actually be carried out. Many of your evening outings were experienced this way: driving around until he finally got an idea and acted upon it not thinking too deeply.

He knew from the moment he saw you - stood in the shop, face at a slight low, your uniform well and truly worked in - that you hadn’t had the greatest of days. Seeing that frown on your face ached his heart, so of course he had to follow on this idea.

Dragging the two of you through the woods didn’t take too long, but the whole ordeal was filled with giggles and “Where are we going?” “Are you going to tell me where were going?” and Eddie sampling replying “Nah”.

The opening in front allowed you to become even more lost - secretly you’d hopped he was taking you to skull rock, but alas your friendship remained. It wasn’t until he dropped your hand and disregarded his old tank top did everything seem to knit together.

“Are you-”

“You told me,” Eddie interrupted pointedly, turning to face you, undoing his belt. “When you were writting your little bucket list a couple months ago,” He dropped his belt to the ground, toeing his shoes off, “That you wanted to start doing more frivolous things, so” Now dropping his trousers, “What’s more frivolous than skinny dipping!?”

The sight of him undressing was sending your brain into a frenzy. “Oh my god!” You found yourself laughing at the boys dramatic stance. “I can’t believe you remember that!”

“I do actually listen to you, yaknow sweetheart.” He bawled over, leaving a small boop to your nose. “You coming?”

You nodded, words feeling a bit too far away as the realisation of you having to undress in front of him was setting in. He stepped back giving you some room. After a moment of staring, Eddie understood, turning himself around with. a huff. “I’ve seen you in your underwear before.”

“This is different! I'm not drunk now. ” There was a brief paused, “Okay, ready.”

Eddie turned himself back to you, he could’ve swore his jaw was about to fall off and that his heart flew out his chest. You, stood in nothing but your bra and knickers, arms crossed over your chest and feet crossed, a coy smile on your lips. He felt his heart rate sky rocket, reminding himself to control himself, and struggling at that. He made his way over to you, making a dramatic action of flicking his eyes from your cleavage to your eyes.

“Eddie!” You swatted his chest,

“How can I not look when their staring right at me?!” He defended, with his words wrapped up in laughs. After a fully accounted for punch to the arm, he ran off the boating dock and jumped into the lake. His childish actions causing you to shake your head laughing.

“Y/n! I’m all lonely!” He shouting from the water.

“I’m coming! I'm coming!” With one finally cackle, you join him in the water, swimming out to him.

“Hi”

“Hey”

The two of you find yourself toying between splashing water over one another, playfully jabbing the others torso under the water in order to get the other under and fully soothing the other. Yelling and screaming the most care free of sounds.

“Eddie! It went in my ear!” --- “Should’ve moved, Sweets”

“You tryna sink me, Y/n?” --- “Now why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Come here?” --- “If you even try splash me again-!”

The scenes felt so full and perfect, the loss of sun went unnoticed, the sudden temperature drop in the water was none existent. Time seemed to stay still for you both, being so lost in your private fairytale.

Eddie waved you over to him, silently you followed. He let himself lie back and float on his back “What I'd do to stay here forever.” His declaration felt like an accidentally spoken thought.

Your face was next to his, yourself still treading water. A small breathy laugh at his random admiration. “It’s very beautiful.”

The relaxed moment was broken fast thanks to Eddie pulled himself back up; hoisting you up and out the water only to drop you a few yards back. The scene was littered with water splashes, girlie screams, boyish cackles. It was nothing short of beautiful.

“Why’re you laughing?” --- “Your hair looks funny!”

“Do you reckon there’s fish in here?” --- “Okay now I'm too aware I'm in a lake.”

“What did I do!?” --- “Nothing, its just fun splashing you!”

Soon after, you both drag yourselves out the lake. The only suitable option was to dry yourselves off with your day clothes - semi sweated in uniforms were never the best towels but in a spontaneous situation like this, they worked wonders. “We’ll go back to mine” Eddie started, you both were stood with your backs to each other: eddie’s T-shirt being tossed through his hair and you were throwing your undershirt over your head, “We can shower, then I'll drop you home.”

“Are you sure, Eds?”

“The castle is on the way to your house, so it’d just made more sense. And I don’t want the van smelling of pond water longer than she needs to.”

“Yes because the constant hum of weed and cigarette smoke is any better.” You laugh, turning around to see him stood in only his jeans.

“You don’t like my signature scent?”

“No- I think it’s quite a handsome smell you got going on. But a change never hurt anyone.” You winked, slipping your feet into your trainers.

The drive to Eddie’s was calm. Eddie found himself as lost in his brain as you had ur head turned and were staring out the window. The typical base drone of loud guitars was swopped out for a more relaxing steady beat - thanks to your choosing. The boy found himself paying small mind to the radio anyway. The site of a clear road, the hug of the cool early autumn night air, the feel of his steering wheel under his absently tapping fingers and the aura of your presence all seems to shift him to somewhere different.

His brains replayed a constant fantasy of you being his girlfriend. That the pining he felt, the ever growing suffocation of his love was a 2 way street and here, in this old rickety van, the love was known and settle ever so peacefully that he could at any point put a hand on your thigh and feel himself at home.

He found himself switching between the road and you beside him - he knew the streets well enough to not have to pay a full mind to them anymore. Every time he looked over to you, his heart would seize. You sat with your knees up on the seat, shoes off, arms folded onto them and your head resting sideways on your forearms, mind entertained by the passing view outside. Every now and then your humming would over power the stereo.

If he could, he would paint this moment and hang it in the Louvre. He wanted to share this feeling with the world but let the moment stay only for his eyes to see. There wasn't a logical explanation as to why seeing your pond water washed hair sit roughly at your shoulders cause him to feel as though he had walked into his grandma baking fresh bread, but this was something in life he'd learn to not question.

“Make yourself at home, I'll be 15 minutes tops!” The boy made a wild gesture at the items in his room as you were sat delicately at the foot of his bed, nodding your response, he disappeared into the hall. When alone, you couldn't stop your brain from running around the room. If there was anyway to be able to sit inside Edward Munson’s brain, being in his room was that. From the homemade Corroded Coffin posters, the filled ashtrays, the messily hung clothing in his forever open wardrobe to the red guitar hung almost too nicely, everything was too Eddie.

For a soul that seemed so cold, scary and brash from the outside, he was merely an opposite of his style. The boy was nothing short of warm, loving and careful. You’d learnt over the years that no matter his interest, these three traits of his would forever be his greatest and most prevalent: even if that meant adopting new freshmans into his club, helping you when you were too drunk to breath correctly or making sure his uncle had some form of dinner cooked for when he returned him.

The reopening of the bedroom door and the 6ft metal heads loud footsteps aggressively pulled you from your daydream, “13 minutes, as promised.” His face was hidden behind a towel, you laughed at his childishness. “God, I feel human again. The fish residue is no more.”

“Eddie.” You laughed, “That’s gross.”

“That water was probably worse.” He threw the towel to the corner his room, moving absentmindedly collecting clothing items from his tattered untidy drawers, he turns to you, “There’s a pair of boxer in there, if you want them, I feel you probably don’t wanna out your underwear back on.”

“Why thank you, your honour.” You gave a kirtsey, trading the clothes out his hands, “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Once you’d departed the room, it didn’t take Eddie long before his hands had found his guitar and he was sprawled along his bed strumming songs he could play with his eyes closed. He’d selfishly let himself fall back into the fantasy. Imagining that you were actually laying beside him, half asleep and he was strumming the instrument in an attempt to lull you off.

In the mids of his playing, he heard the unmistakable sound of your famous cackle. Pausing his actions, he sat contemplating if his fantasy world came with surround sound, “Y/N, did you just laugh?” He shouted through the wall.

“Yeah!” You yelled back, the residue of your laugh still present.

“You okay?”

There was no verbal response to his question. Except, after a short while, the bathroom door was opened and your hand was the only thing noticeable to him, popping through his door frame. “Thanks to your massive size difference...” You announced, your hand creating gestures to dramatise your announcement. Strolling into the room, as though it was a cat walk, you continued, “Your underwear are like shorts and your t-shirt, a dress!”

His expression formed into a giddy, rosey checked, boyish smile. He dropped the instrument and leaning over slightly, “Gis a twirl then.” You giggled to yourself, pulling his shirt out so it was fully extended and you spun in a slow circle. “Pretty!”

You ended flopped onto his bed, his guitar was long disregard as he joined you length wise upon the mattress. The light and airy conversation drifted through an unknown amount of time. You touched upon topics from his new champaign to an odd comment Wayne had made during the week to your work friends birthday party you were planning.

He sat himself up slightly, leaning on an elbow, twisting to be facing you, “You feeling better?”

“Much!” There was a genuine small smile to your face, you sat up to join him in height “I don’t feel a huge weight on my chest anymore, but I can’t promise it’ll stay that way.”

He delivered his response in a caring but firm tone, “Hey, no worrying about work. You aren't there right now, it’s unimportant.”

“I wish I had a more chilled back life, like you.” You huffed, collapsing back into your previous position. Eddie laughed above you, bringing his spare hand out to rub along your forearm. “You never worry about others thoughts on you and you never let other people bother you all too much.”

“I didn't get this was in week, y/n. You gotta thank Uncle Wayne for that.”

You huffed, rolling your head to face him. “Well tell him I'm forever jealous, next time you see him.” You found your voice to be more softer than intended. This always happened when Eddie and you made eye contact. And just as any other time, the conversation fell to a stand still. Both of you unable to move, divert your eyes or come up with a new topic. Even though there was a great distance between you, it felt like you were in each others personal spaces.

An awfully intimate moment was broken by the house phone ringing. “I hate that thing.” Eddie commented, still looking at you, no sign of wanting to remove himself, but the incessant ringing got the better of him. With a frustrated huff, he pulled himself up.

“Hey,” “Oh hi! Wayne’s out with a friend- OH” “No no, they’re with me.” “Yeah, two seconds.” You gravitated towards to door as Eddie answered, he turned his body around, dangling the phone out to you, “It’s mama!” He smiled.

Without a thought, you took it out of his hands. It was his turn to lean against something and question what was being spoken about. In a minute or so, the phone was placed back on the hook. He offered a look to indite you to explain. “She didn't know where I was, she thought I got lost on my way home. I don’t know why she thought she’d call the Wheelers before here-”

“The Wheelers?” You nodded. “Since when did you talk to Mike?”

“Nancy!” You corrected,

His brows raised, “Beside the point, still shocking nonetheless. But if mama wants you home, home you shall go.”

“You kicking me out, Munson?”

He walked towards you, arms folded, “Me, never. I love having you sprawled out on my bed-” He earned a push for that, “But, I don’t enjoy late night safety lectures from your mother.” The two of you fell back into an odd staring match with very minimal space between you.

After another untold amount of him Eddie sighed a smile, ruffled your hair and turned around to find his keys. The ride home was typical: Eddie’s driving was more focused because you were in the car; the radio was playing your music; the windows were cracked open. You leant back, you head rolled to the side watching as the world zoomed past out the window.

The only abnormal event within your quiet ride home was that somehow Eddie’s hand found its way on your thigh and his fingers were twisted into yours as you pulled and played with them absentmindedly.

Eddie kept himself focused on the road ahead, as best he could. He kept having a reoccurring feeling to pull the van over and just fall onto of you. It took a lot more than he was willing to admit to keep driving. He didn’t wanna send you home, truthfully the boy could spend the rest of his days with you and still not get enough.

Once pulled up outside your drive, the two of you moved in silence as you both unbuckled your belts. Noticing Eddie copying your movements, you spoke, “You’re at the foot of my drive, you can see my front door.” You laugh, pointing behind him, “I won’t die from here to there.”

“I made ya ma worry, only polite if I made sure you get fully home safe. you can never be too careful.” There was a boop to your nose, and again your personal space was broken by the boy. The loved up shy smile on your lips couldn’t be helped.

The 15ft walk from the road side to your front door was seemingly the amalgamation of the night had. Something that would’ve taken 3 seconds took 10 minutes:

Once out from your side of the van to his, Eddie grabbed your wrist - causing a little squeal from you - twirling you around to face him. His free hand slipped onto your waste, pulling you in. The force of his antics, perpelled him that small bit closer to you as well. You both are back again: in each others personal bubbles, smiling like idiots, laughing quietly to each other.

Eddie beings his descend down your drive, walking you backwards in his arms. Your hands find their safe position on his chest for balance and leverage incase you trip, Eddie’s hands are crossed behind your back, meeting at your hips. “Oh-Eddie careful! I might-”’

“You won’t trip.” He finished, voice low in your ear. The intimacies of the moment - and now that - erupted the butterflies in your stomach.

The mumbling continues, he’s whispering low heavily laced flirty jokes in your ears causing you to every now and then let out a big belly chuckle mixed within your onslaught of girlie giggles.

Out of nowhere, Eddie’s movements halt, and he picks your up, spinning you around - just like in the water. Your laughter is loud again, and he can feel his heart swelling by the minute. Your hands now had found themselves buried in the hairs on the bass of his neck, twisting the small thick curls around your fingers.

He drops you down onto to your top step, now you're almost eye level with him. “Ew, it’s so weird being this tall.”

“It’s weird seeing you up here.” He laugh lightly back at the random thought.

Both your voices find themselves to feel too loud even at the whispered level they were at. Without a second thought, you’re back in the motion of staring and saying nothing. The gap between you both is small. You both sport a small, love and bliss filled smile.

Eddie’s eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, while yours sitting comfortably moving between his left and right eye. Eddie could’ve swore he felt the world around you both fade away, that everyone got rubbed out and it was simply you two left, no more responsibility, no need to do anything but this. He was fighting everything within him to push himself into you - still unsure if the feelings were mutual or if he’s convinced himself a false reality. Your breath got lighter, and slower. Your hands were sitting on the bottom of his shoulders, every nerve ending zinging at the feeling of his jacket under you.

“I gotta go in.” Your words were still short, soft and quiet.

“Yeah? I gotta go home.” Eddie’s matched yours, you could hear his smile.

Even though both of your next actions were written, neither of you acted upon them. Both stuck in each others gaze, drinking in the other.

You tensed your hands on the bottom of his shoulders, rubbing your thumbs over them, “good night, Eddie.” You barely recognised your own voice. Your tone was light but heavy in emotion. Speaking over a whisper, it was delivered still - no movement in your voice, weighted down by too much admiration. If your eyes had portrayed all the love in the world, your voice held all the love in the universe.

“See you later, Y/n.” Eddie spoke back in the same way. His deep voice reverberating around some letters, his eyes heavy with love.

Again, you both didn’t move. Hands still on Eddie’s shoulder, and his still at your waist.

“I really gotta go in-”

“I know.” His voice was like an after thought. There was no effort put into projected it, nor even framing the words correctly. He couldn't help but spend the majority of this time with his eyes glue to your mouth.

A short while later, Eddie managed to click his brain into to gear again. He blinked a few time, shaking his head slightly. He ruffled the hair on your head, followed by tucking a small strand behind your ear, his hands slipped down your shoulders, and your arms until he held a hand in his. He gave it a light squeeze, “Night, Sweets.” The sentence hung as he slowing leaned out of your space, walking away to his van.

“Ring me when you’re home Eds!” you yelled out to him, the boy saluted you with a bawl and turned on his heels.

The unstoppable goofy smile plastered on your cheeks was noticeable from space. You put your key in your lock, opening the door, taking a deep breath before walking in. As quietly as you could, you toed your shoes off, stand up facing the door and taking a deep sigh.

There was a sound of a throat clearing behind you which had made you jump, “What time do you call this-” You hastily turned, shoulders up to brace yourself for your mothers raft, “Are you in Eddie’s clothes?”

Suddenly you were very much aware that you were in front of your mother with wet hair, the smell of Eddie seeping around you stood in nothing more than his t-shirt and boxers. “Mum-” You were getting ready to defend yourself.

She laughed at you, shutting you up, “He’s a real gentleman,” Her comment took you off guard, “Honey, there’s left overs in the fridge if your hungry.” She winked, walking up the stairs leaving you in the hall to piece your night together.

While all this was happening, Eddie was sitting in his van. The moment he got in, his head fell into his hands onto this steering wheel. A big stupid childish smile plastered on his face. He sat up, let out the heftiest sigh, and let his hand fall into his lap. Staring out the window, all of tonights events replayed out in his head, expect with an ending of him kissing you.

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