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tarjapearce · 6 months

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You know the ‘girlfriend effect’ trend going on ? I feel like that would be mama and Miguel. Like Miguel having a horrible style and wearing the most outrageous terrible clothes and not knowing what to do with his hair or not doing any form of facial care routines (you how men are) until he meets our mama and she just helps him develop a style and find what works best for him but doing it in a way that isn’t insulting and belittling but rather caring and loving.

This is Pre-Soccer Family 🤭

Boyfriend Makeover

Ever since MJ's birthday party at Peter's, things had taken a turn between you and Miguel.

Something that had left him with the little seed of seeing you as many times as possible from now on, rooting and blooming within. And in truth, you couldn't wait to see him again as well.

He had this je ne sas quoi that drawn you in like bees to pollen. Like gasoline to a fire, and anything intrinsically related in nature.

When you went home to a little more intimate and girls only after party, you spilled the beans and Jessica slid a couple of bucks in MJ's direction when you were too busy fangirling and gushing like a teenager whose crush just noticed her for the first time ever.

"He tried to kiss me!"

"Miguel?"

"Yes!" You plopped on the bed with a nervous squeal.

"You two kissed?" MJ watched at Jessica eagerly, as if ready to receive more money from the secret bet they had done on who kissed who first.

"Nah, he gotta work for it. But, damn... I was holding back so badly. He looks like a good kisser."

Jessica giggled at your ecstatic state.

"Just kiss him, woman! Pretty sure he'd die on the spot if you do that"

And so you did. The first kiss had been nothing you had expected, A little fumble and clumsy but sweet. He was taken aback when you made the first move, but couldn't complain. He had sandwiched your face in between his big hands and gave you a kiss you only fantasized often, once the movie had finished in TV back on his apartment's living room.

Things just flowed from there. He once grabbed your hand as you ventured through the sea of people in the mall when you were shopping.

"Won't find you later, Chaparrita." (Little one)

"Well, if you're gonna hold my hand, then do it properly."

With an impish smile you entwined your fingers with his, he only flared an airy yet bashful chuckle as his hand tightened it's grip on yours.

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Even though he had asked you to date him officially, the doubt in people's faces remained. Not that you cared, but seeing him particularly serious after a gathering meant that someone had said something either about you, or the both.

"Do I look awful to you?"

You truly weren't expecting something so trivial to upset him that way, sure there were things he could improve about himself that would just only add him a bonus to his already effortlessly gorgeous looks.

"What?. Who told you that?"

He shrugged and kept driving. His style was something basic and borderline boring, office like all the way. Like if the nerdiness refused to leave his body completely and had rioted big time and now was the ruling sovereign of his closet.

Sweatpants in different tones of gray and black, graphic tees that had endured through college time and other basic things, sneakers and a couple of shoes and boots. The only stylish sort of thing he had was a navy blue suit that ripped as he tried to slid it past his broad shoulders.

"Shit you hear around." He grumbled while driving.

"Well, if you don't like your style we could change it. I could help if you want to, of course."

"What would you change about it?"

"Even though I love when you wear your lab coat and those sweatpants together" You giggled and took his hand briefly, "I'd add more color to your wardrobe and other different textures. You'd look even more handsome with summer colors."

"It's not summer."

"I know, just saying I'd add a bit more color to it."

"Right. We can do that. What about eh, the... things you put on the face. Masks and shit?"

Your face lit up upon the questions he was throwing at you as he gestured to his face.

"What about them?"

"How do you use them?"

In truth, he had overheard some things behind his back. Him looking like a tired creep that always wore the same clothes, them surprised at you tolerating such lack of style, but what had affected him more than what he let on was hearing that you deserved more than just a greasy haired nerd guy in your life. Mostly said by guys that looked straight out of a photo shoot in Italy.

His hair hovered on his shoulders, either tied in a lazy man bun or simply slicked back. Skin rough and oily, a few ingrown hairs in his stubble. Some pimples here and there. As long as he was clean, like his clothes it had been more than enough for him so far. Contrary to you. Ever glowing, stylish and delicious smelling.

Hell, some of his clothes still smelled like you even if he washed them. But now that a new chapter of his life started with none else but you, he wanted to be better. He was already a bit self conscious about his overall looks, and didn't wanna add more to the list of things he already hated about himself, but for some reason you loved.

He wanted to increase the latter. And if a makeover was needed for you to be even more into him, he'd go under them. And what a better chance to do so when you were excited about it. Another excuse to spend the day together, really. Even if it meant to go under layers of things foreign to his skin or be switching into things in a secluded changing room.

"We could meet tomorrow at the mall, buy new clothes and spend the rest of the day pampering ourselves."

"Sounds scary."

"The only thing you gotta be afraid is what the lack of sun block does to the skin."

"I'm aware that cancer can be developed after the constant exposure to high UV lights."

"You're so sexy when you speak like that."

"I'm actually surprised you find me appealing given my lack of-"

"Ah don't ruin it, Miguelín. You know that's not why we got together."

"Still, I wanna be better. Can't look like a tired creep." You swatted his head gently with a deadpan in your eyes.

"Miguel, even if you wore an unicorn onesie, I'd still adore you the same and I'd definitely fuck you afterwards."

He snorted and looked at you with softened eyes.

"But the gesture is highly appreciated. I'm excited really. We get to spend the day together and have fun."

"Shopping day tomorrow then?"

"Of course!"

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You visited different stores, even took a mini photo shoot of the outfits you had picked together for him. He wasn't that into flashy or saturated prints. He was more of plain colors, and if something was printed it had to be minimum. Attention seeking was in the least of his priorities.

His confidence seemed to take a higher place the more clothes he tried and new compliments flew out your mouth.

You had him a blushing mess as you asked him to twirl for you only to slap his ass and give a rather thirsty yet loving comment on him. You already made those when he wore your favorite gray sweatpants. Nothing had changed really, except for one outfit that had your cheeks a bright red the more you stared .

Cotton plain navy blue polo shirt that adjusted perfectly on his upper frame, white pants that made a perfect job in accentuating his waist and white leather loafers. It was the winner of the day.

"Never in my life have I been envious of a shirt, until today."

You then went for the skin care. Exfoliants, moisturizers, masks and so many other tools he had the slightest idea they even existed. Even though you explained each and their functions, he had to take a break to let all sink in.

"How many times I must put all this in my face?"

"Twice a day. Morning and night before sleeping."

"Don't get me wrong but, how do you find time to do this?"

"It becomes a discipline over time. And now I can't live without it."

"If something's worth saying, I like the... uh, the scent and feeling that it leaves in your skin. It's nice."

He cleared his throat as you kept adding products to the basket.

"Why, thank you." You kissed his cheek as you both looked over the men section of skincare, "We gotta get you a proper shaving kit also. Razors only damage your skin. Wanna keep your beard?"

"Do you like it?"

"I don't mind it honestly. With or without it you look scrumptious." Your eyebrows wiggled at him and his ears turned a light shade of pink.

"Let's get it then."

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His eyes were all teary and glossy the more you pulled the peel off mask from his sensitive skin.

"Ow! Ow, ya! Amor, ya!" You laughed silently as you stopped. Hips straddling him, face to face, masked with the pore cleansing charcoal product, smeared in your features.

You had tied his hair carefully to then teach him how to properly clean his face, after a session of much needed steam to relax and open his pores.

Also squeezed some tools as gently as possible to get gunk and black spots out, but even so had him squirming at the beginning, then you had taught him how to properly cleanse his face, and in what order each product had to be applied. He was genuinely interested at the components of each thing and how well they seemed to react on his skin. Secretly taking a picture of him while having his eyes closed.

"Relax Eddie Brock, we're almost done!"

"¿No te duele o qué?" (Does this even hurts for you?)

"We are Venom." You giggled but he just deadpanned,

"You're not funny. You're a psycho."

"After you do this a bunch of times it comes out easier and less painful."

To his horror, you peeled off the mask without much ows and hissing, like he was, cringing at the way the black and elastic thing abandoned your face, coming out in in a piece.

"It would've be a lot less painful but you put it on your eyelids and so damn close to the ears. The first places I told you to not put it on!"

"I don't know about these things-" He hissed as you pulled in a go the last remnants of the mask. A little whimper and a grunt came out later.

"Canija!" You kissed his face softly where the mask had been, trying to soothe the pain as he cussed.

"Please tell me we're done with that"

Instead of words you smooched his lips with a proud smile.

"We're done. Now let's get you some serums."

"You're not putting needles in my face, are you?"

"What? No. It's not that kind of serum. It's like vitamins for your skin in oily or creamy textures."

By the end of the day he had fallen asleep as you used your jade face roller on him, but woke up with a glowy and healthy looking skin. Even some pimples had diminished their redness. His tired face not only was less tired but looked like he had slept well for weeks. No longer oily and breaking out.

Despite the pain, it all had been worth it. But your shocked face upon seeing him well dressed in a cream button shirt, black pants and dress shoes, and a fresh haircut that would turn into his forever look; holding a bouquet of tulips before your door, was absolutely priceless.

Needless to say you didn't make it to the dinner date, too busy ravaging eachother to care.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#Pre Soccer Family 🕷️🌷#t writes✨#Boyfriend Miguel #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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secretninjadonut · 5 months

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| Fangirl | Huh Yunjin

G!p Huh Yunjin x 6th member le sserafim fem Reader

❗️Smut❗️

You and the members were just hanging out waiting for Kkura to finish making food and Chaewon going to help her (literally being swatted away but we move 😭) and everyone was so relaxed on their phones lying on the sofa until they suddenly heard you squeal and stuff your face into a pillow on the sofa while literally screaming into it and throwing your phone on the floor.

Kazuha was so confused and just asked “Y/N-nnie are you ok?” meanwhile you kept on screaming and only the red tips of your ears visible. Eunchae quite literally sighs and says to Kazuha “You forgot how gay Y/N Unnie is right?” while Kazuha nods in realisation going back to her phone you were still flustered and just went even more red if it was even possible when you heard Yunjin speak asking “what was she even watching?” reaching for your phone. You panicked so badly because you got flustered at A EDIT of HUH YUNJIN (relatable tbh).

She picks up your phone and smirked at the sight of an edit of her on a fan page which embarrassingly you FOLLOWED on TikTok having seen you already favourite it and like it immediately while she says in a teasing tone “Y/N/N seems like you have good taste in what to watch hm?” and you just stuff your face more into the pillow in embarrassment and shame. Eunchae just groans and asks “is she watching more edits of you again” while Yunjin just nods and smirks even more but thankfully Chaewon came in and said that the foods ready.

At the table you all started eating and you’ve calmed down but your sitting next to Yunjin and she’s a BIG tease so she puts her hand on your upper thigh rubbing up and down while you had a pink tint on your face. Chaewon looked up from her food and asked “Y/N/N are you ok? You look a bit sick” you just nod scared your voice would crack while speaking so she just nods eating again. Yunjin teased you so badly so this time she wrapped one arm around your waist while still just eating you just blushed harder and looked down at your plate avoiding eye contact with anyone until Sakura asked “Y/N/N why aren’t you eating is it not good?” and you responded “n-no it is good b-but I feel a bit sick” while Chaewon stares at you and says “you should have said earlier go upstairs and we’ll get you some medicine soon”.

You walk up the stairs and run up to your room when you’re out of sight of the fimmies. You just laid down thinking about what happened blushing so hard and basically just fantising about her in her head rolling onto your stomach planting your face in and when you hear the door click open you look up at the door seeing Yunjin walk in you groan and turn back. She smirks and asks “What happened baby you don’t wanna see me?” with a pout you just stuff your face deeper into your pillows while she comes next to your bed and sits down grabbing your waist pulling you on her lap finally seeing your red flushed face just smirking and giving her more of an ego while she says “they sent me to take care of you, darling while they go out to the shop to get some medicine” you just nod and hide in the crook of her neck.

She says “Baby you act like we’re not dating you get flustered so easily” and you respond with “we are dating but we haven’t been for long and also your such a tease” while you feel her turn you facing her on her lap and you wrap your legs around her waist while she says “let’s have some fun while they’re gone hm?” you just nod when she connects your lips together and you taste her cherry chapstick humming while she rubs the sides of your waist comfortingly smiling into the kiss. When you break away for air she starts kissing down your jaw and neck while you whimper softly and moan quietly when she leaves a purple hickey at your pulse point and she just keeps on marking your skin stopping when you say “please can you hurry up” she smirks and asks “with what baby?” while you huff and say “hurry up and undress me already” and you feel wetness grow in your panties when you can feel her getting hard underneath you and she just picks you up and makes you stand infront of her saying “strip baby show me how pretty you are hm?” and you comply undressing giving her a bit of a show while she says “remove your bra too” only leaving you in your panties and you see her begin to undress as well while you get even more wet seeing her pre-cum leaked spot on her boxers and her hard dick poking on the front of the boxers.

She lays you down on the bed and starts leaving marks around your cleavage and not actually touching your now hardened nipples while you say with a huff “can you pay some attention to these please?” directing to your nipples while she smirks and says “ok baby you want it that badly hm?” and you just nod while she says “ok then darling I’ll give you what you want” going down and taking one nipple in her mouth sucking and licking while you moan quite loudly while she pinches your other nipple with her hand switching from sucking to pinching the left and right over time while you just moan feeling yourself grow extremely wet at the teasing saying “can you please just fuck me already nngh~” and she stops sucking asking “what’s the magic word baby?” and you respond with “please mommy” Yunjin just nods and goes down to your pussy pulling off your panties seeing a stand of wetness on them from your pussy simply just smirking and saying “oh my baby is so wet I don’t even need lube hm?” and you whimper while saying “please please I need you mommy” and moan when you feel her dive into you and start licking your clit making you squirm feeling the friction against your clit moaning loudly while she puts in two of her fingers in your hole keeping her mouth licking and sucking on your clit adding another finger into your pussy pushing deeper into you hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars moaning so loudly tangling your hands in her orange hair while practically chanting “c-cum I’m close nngh~” and when she feels your legs stiffen she pulls away completely and you simply groan and ask “what was that for Jen I was going to-“ getting cut off by her dick being pushed inside you her pretty 11 inch dick which is thick with a pretty pink tip you moan so loudly your sure you’d get so many complaints later on but all that mattered right now was you and Yunjin she kisses you shut you up while also starting to move inside of you with her completely erect cock hitting spots she knows you like while kissing you to keep you quiet, when you break off for air you just moan when you feel one of her hands rub your clit while also pounding into you in the room you can hear clapping noises but not for a performance.

You feel her dick twitch slightly inside of you telling you that she’s close but you were so close as well moaning into her ear saying “I-I’m close mommy~” and basically screaming when she went to your nipples and sucked them having a hand on your clit one hand pinching the other nipple and her dick inside of you pounding hard you are screaming at this point begging her “don’t s-stop p-please” and you finish with a “I-I’m cumming” while feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head followed by a pornographic moan and soon after that you feel her warm load fill your insides painting your walls white and she says “you did so well baby should we go take a bath now? How does that sound darling?” you just say “can we cuddle for a bit I’m tired *yawn*” and she coo’s at you responding with “of course baby come here” big spooning you while you fall asleep but of course she woke you up later to bath.

A/N:This is for the poll long awaited results but Yunjin won with smut as well so thank you all for voting and also I take requests I know I say that a lot but I don’t have any ideas 😭😭😭.

#le sserafim #le sserafim x fem #huh yunjin #smut #yunjin x fem reader #g!p

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shiftingwithmars · 4 months

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Favorite fangirl-Mattheo Riddle one shot

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A/N:Thought this was cute<3. Written in both Mattheo and the readers POV. (I might make this into a series, idk yet…)

Summary:When his band’s tour finally ends, Mattheo is overjoyed to finally go back home and see his favorite fangirl.

Warnings:Band Au, Modern Au, Swearing, fluff, wholesome and cute, a few uses of Y/n, She/Her pronouns used for reader, established relationship, lmk what I missed

Song listened to while writing:Cupids Chokehold/Breakfast in America-Gym Class Heroes

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The Emeralds finished their show, a smile plastered on their faces as they headed off stage. “Okay, now that was probably our best show yet!” Theo said with a laugh as he plopped down on the sofa. “I know right! All the roses thrown up on stage! Bloody hell, I swear they were all over me.” Enzo said with a teasing laugh. “Sorry Enzo, they were all for me. I can’t help it, girls just love me!” Pansy giggled, earning her a playful shove from Theo.

“Nah, I think they were all for Mattheo.” Theo said with a small smirk. “I swear, most of the girls were focused on him.” Theo playfully nudged Mattheo, and he just rolled his eyes. “They can like me all they want, but I’ve already got a favorite fangirl.” Mattheo said with a small smile. “Ooh, someone thinking about her again?” Pansy said teasingly. Mattheo was about to reply, but Enzo interrupted. “Of course he is. It’s all he ever talks about anymore.” Enzo shot Mattheo a teasing glance, and Mattheo just shrugged the taunt off. “Well, I’m exhausted. Peace out losers.” Mattheo said with a yawn, getting up and heading towards his room.

Mattheo let out a sigh as he sat at his desk, checking his phone for what must’ve been the 15th time in 30 minutes. No calls, no texts, nothing. Mattheo stared at his phone, a small smile forming on his face as he stared at his Lockscreen. It was a picture of you wearing his band jacket, which was probably around two sizes too big on you. He could stare at that picture for hours. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

You two were at one of Theodore’s after-tour parties, drinks being passed around and music blasting from speakers. You were cuddled up in Mattheo’s lap on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

Eventually you got up to get a drink, placing a soft kiss on Mattheo’s head before walking off. When you came back you couldn’t find Mattheo anywhere, and for a second you worried that he had left without you. That was until Theodore informed you he was on the roof. Of course he had gone there, of all places, to get away from the crowd. You climbed up the roof, sitting beside Mattheo with a smile on your face. You shivered under the cold, and Mattheo wasted no time in wrapping his Emeralds jacket around you. “It looks good on you. You almost look like a part of the band.” Mattheo said with a smile. You rolled your eyes, smiling as you curled up on his lap.

Mattheo smiled at the memory, glancing down at that very jacket which he was wearing right now. He swore it still smelled like you. “Dude, you coming or not?” Theodore questioned as he stuck his head in Mattheo’s room, suitcase in hand. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.” Mattheo replied with a roll of his eyes. He was the first one on the tour bus, extremely excited to finally go home.

His phone dinged, and he glanced down hope. It was you. “I miss you.” Three simple words, but they were enough to make his heart race. “I miss you too. You going to bed yet?” He replied, knowing that it was getting late back home. “Yeah. Goodnight, I love you.” Mattheo smiled as those words appeared on the screen. “I love you too, baby.” He texted back before putting his phone on silent. He might as well get some sleep now.

One tour bus, one flight, and a ride from Theodore brought him to where he was standing now, in front of your door. It was funny, he never thought he’d be so nervous to walk into his own home. He almost considering knocking for a second, but he figured that would be stupid. Plus, you were probably already asleep.

He quietly walked through the door, setting his bags on the floor next to the kitchen island. He smiled as a familiar, furry shape began to rub against his legs. “Hey Zoe.” He said softly, leaning down to give the cat a soft scratch on the head. He pulled out the special package from his bag before heading up to your bedroom.

He gently pushed open the door, quiet as not to wake you. When he saw your sleeping figure, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. He set the package down your desk before going over to you. He slowly slipped into bed, letting out a soft sigh as he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face in your neck, his heart pounding in his chest at the contact.

You slowly stirred, rolling over to face Mattheo. “Matty?” You questioned groggily, squinting as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you up.” Mattheo said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “How long have you been here?” You questioned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Just got here.” He explained softly, smiling as you buried your face in his chest. “I missed you.” You said softly, hugging him tighter. “I know baby. I missed you too.” Mattheo replied, smiling at your still half-asleep state. “I have a surprise for you.” Mattheo said softly as he got up, handing you a package. You opened it gently, careful not to tear the wrapping paper too much.

Inside was a jacket. It was like Mattheo’s band jacket, except smaller. It had some of the same patches, but there were also a bunch of places where patches had yet to be sewn on. The patches were kind of a good luck symbol for the band, and they got one every time they went on tour. You studied the patches, recognizing that they were all from tours you had gone to.

You got up, slowly slipping the jacket on. Perfect fit. Then you noticed a patch that you hadn’t seen before. The letters were very clear, no way to mistake them; Mattheo’s girl. It was small enough to not be embarrassing, but big enough to get the message across. You smiled as you stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way it looked on you. You almost felt like a part of the band now.

“You like it?” Mattheo asked softly, smiling as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Got it made ‘specially for you. Now you don’t have to steal mine.” Mattheo said with a small smile, and you rolled your eyes. “I love it. And for the record, I’m still gonna steal yours.” You said teasingly, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Mattheo rested his head on your shoulder, admiring you in the mirror. “A jacket for my favorite fangirl.” Mattheo said with a smile, feeling his heart swell with love. He was yours, and you were his. Just how he liked it.

(Edit:Shh, let’s ignore the mistakes I fixed…)

#Spotify #Mattheo Riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #band au #modern au #alternate universe #my fic

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digitaldiarystuff · 1 month

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Jealous

it’s me again yayyy thank you so much for the request hope you enjoy it i added some elements hope that’s okay💖

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request: Heyy! I think angst reader x arda guler will be good. But ended up with fluff. Since you know... He doesn't get enough time/chance to play in real madrid...

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pairing: Arda Güler x Y/N

summary: Arda knows about you having a crush on Dominik long before you even met but after the loss against Hungary he feels jealousy creeping

genre: angst to fluff

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You stood there in your seat after the game ended waiting for your boyfriend Arda to text you. Türkiye had a game against Hungary tonight and you decided to surprise and support him but things went downhill after Szoboszlai scored a penalty and the score remained like that throughout the game. You felt bad knowing Arda would be upset about the outcome and thought about ways to cheer him on once you went back to his hotel room. You were thinking about watching a movie and eating takeout when he texted you saying he’d meet you at the car park.

You thought it was strange he didn’t ask you to come down to the tunnel to meet but just figured he wanted to get out as soon as possible and replied with a simple okay making your way out. Once you reached your car he was a few rows down waiting texting on his phone.

“Hey” you timidly said not knowing how to approach the situation, he was already having a hard time at Madrid with how little he was playing and now he’d lost a game for his country and you knew he’d feel bad for it. You also weren’t dating for too long so you felt weird about the situation.

“Hi” he simply said and continued texting.

You shyly reached over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso still thinking his bad mood was all about the result and wanted nothing more than to console him but he didn’t return the hug straight away like he usually does so you pulled back with a frown.

“I know this wasn’t the outcome you hoped for but you played incredible Arda and I want you to know I’m so proud of you.” you said with a little smile but he avoided eye contact with you which made you frown deeper.

“Is something wrong?” you asked and he lifted one eyebrow like ‘are you serious’ “I mean is there something else wrong? Did I do something?”

“I don’t know. Are you more proud of him than me?”

You were completely taken aback with his question, you couldn’t even register who he was talking about.

“Who?”

“Who do you think?” he asked trying to see if your mind would go to Dominik immediately but it didn’t.

“Arda I seriously don’t know what yo… Are you talking about Dominik?” you asked finally realizing what your boyfriend was saying.

This happened a few weeks ago when one of your closest friends met Arda for the first time and being as inappropriate as she is she mentioned your years long crush on one of the Liverpool players.

“I always thought your boyfriend would have black hair, that’s your type isn’t it?” she asked while being drunk and you tried shushing her as politely as you can but she was far past the point that she could sense your uneasiness and continued.

“You know like that guy Szo- Sozobol- ugh what was it?”

“Szoboszlai?” Arda asked clearly intrigued by the conversation.

“Yesss! That’s the one she’s been obsessed with for years, she even had him on the background of her phone.” your friend continued laughing telling your boyfriend about your stupid high school fangirl crush embarrassing you utterly.

“So… Dominik Szoboszlai?” Arda asked once you were in bed that night. You covered your face with your hands when you felt your cheeks heat up with shame.

“I’m so sorry about it, she was just drunk out of her mind.” you tried excusing your friend’s behavior but couldn’t deny it was true, because it pretty much was.

“So you had him as wallpaper?”

“This is embarrassing. Please stop talking.” you begged but he continued interrogating you both to mess with you and try to understand how big was your crush but he ended up dropping the subject because it was obviously a silly celebrity crush which holds no value over your real relationship.

This was until tonight.

“So you know who I’m talking about.”

“Arda, you know that was a stupid little crush back in the day. It means nothing.” you tried reassuring him but he seemed really annoyed and this was so out of character you didn’t know how to approach it. But even though you tried your best to explain it doesn’t mean anything, he seemed convinced otherwise.

“Are you here just to see him play?” he asked and your eyes found his in shock.

“What? Do you seriously think that?” you took a step back feeling dizzy, what the hell was he accusing you of?

“No of course not…” he tried reaching for you but you held your hand up preventing him from getting closer to you. You couldn’t even understand his reaction as you were really falling in love with him and just wanted to support him. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I just…”

“You really hurt me Arda, I think it’s best if we spend the night apart.” you whispered turning back and walking towards your car but heard footsteps behind you.

“Y/N please talk to me.” he pleaded but you kept on walking.

“Y/N!” he shouted and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“I don’t want to talk to you, I’m not the reason you lost and I’m certainly not going to take the blame for something I didn’t do. If you’re this pressed about something that happened long before we met it’s a you problem. I need some time to cool off and think. Please don’t follow me.” you said in one breath and hopped in your car not even knowing where to go.

You typed in hotels and found one in the area hoping that there was an empty room and luckily, there was. You pulled your suitcase out and put on your pajamas leaving them on the counter and hopped in the shower to think more clearly when you heard a knock on the door.

Panicking, you stepped out of the shower and put on your clothes trying not to freak out too much and asked who was there.

“It’s me” you heard Arda’s voice and immediately relaxed, you didn’t even have time to think how he found you and opened the door to reveal a disheveled looking Arda standing there.

“I was so worried.” he said and pulled you in a hasty embrace. You stumbled a little but he kept you balanced. As much as you were upset with him, you felt so much more relaxed when he’s with you and leaned into him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” he repeated and pressed feather like kisses all over your face and head while sitting you both down on the bed.

“I was so wrong, I know that and I know I don’t deserve you right now but I felt insecure and took it out on you. I thought you’d be more impressed by him and felt so little.” he explained and you finally understood his weird behavior all night, even though it wasn’t okay at all.

“Arda you need to tell me what’s bothering you if we want this to work.”

“I want this to work so much and I’ll do anything.” he cut you off and you smiled a little which made him also smile. He was looking into your eyes with so much intensity you felt vulnerable under his gaze but you also knew he was being genuine and trying his best.

“I love you.” he finally said and this was a first in your relationship so you were caught off guard and didn’t know how to react.

“It’s completely fine if you don’t feel comfortable enough to say it back, I swear it’s okay I just wanted you to know…” he started rambling and you cut him off with an emotional kiss. He stumbled back a little but quickly reciprocated and pulled you to his lap deepening the kiss.

“I love you too.” you smiled as you pulled back to breathe but your noses were still touching and he smiled too.

Maybe this wasn’t the best night in your relationship but it’s definitely the best moment

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i don’t know how i feel about it, i think it’s kinda cute but ughhh hope you like it please tell me you do lol if not i’m open to criticism as well🥹

#football imagine #football #football oneshot #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #football blurb #football one shot #real madrid #real madrid imagine #arda guler #arda güler #arda guler imagine #arda güler imagine #arda guler x y/n #arda guler x reader #arda guler angst #arda güler x reader

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jikagu · 1 year

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SLUT ME OUT

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: you were always his little fangirl in school, bawling about how cute and sexy he was. who knew that would lead you against the doorframe of his own house panting for air?

notes: degradation, size difference, urjdjnssks short drabble

also i want to talk to you guys more sm omg if u want leave an emoji next to an ask if ur anon so i can remember u!! <33

"since when did you have a kid?" you questioned him, swirling your cocktail in your drink. the reunion you guys had went to got a bit overbearing so you went to go sit on the porch with each other.

"december 22nd, last year." he frowned, looking at you. "you?"

"um, may 19th, also last year." there was an awkward silence that pursued after, but it left you wondering who the mother was? toji used to sleep around, you weren't sure if he still did it. it'd be better not to ask though, you weren't sure how he'd react or if he was the same.

"..dude, i used to fangirl over you, like big time." you snicker, looking toji up and down. he was still a hunk of muscles, no wonder. probably still fangirl now, but it was a conversation starter.

"oh, yeah, really?" he smirked cockily, opening his mouth and then closing it. it was like he wanted to say something, but he dismissed it rather quick.

"did you not notice the notes in your locker? you didn't even know your own best friends handwriting?" you were both surprised at this as a loud laugh erupted from the two of you.

"that—that was you?" poor guy looked dumbfounded. sure, he had a shit ton of fangirls but he always hung by you. hell, you did his homework.

"yeah, that's crazy how you didn't know." you muttered, looking up and locking eye contact with each other.

"still like me now?" he grinned, having a darkened look on his eyes that looked like it could pierce through you.

"ew, no." you lied, looking at the oh so tight shirt the man had on.

"shame." he shrugged, never taking his eyes off of you.

"i got in trouble a lot for just being friends with you." you confess, continuing. "i had girls pull my hair, kick me, write on my desk.. and—a lot of other things." when you looked back up, toji just looked empathetic.

"why didn't you tell me?" he bit his lip, knowing he could of helped you out when you needed him. you were always there for him, but never the opposite.

"i did." you cross your arms, feeling yourself get sentimental by the past. "you yelled at me one time for making up 'lies.'" you sighed, but you put a smile on your face.

"but hey, at least i don't do drugs in a random mans car." you were moreover mocking the girl that used to make you feel shit, but you kinda feel bad for her. you have to reach some low to sell your body, do drugs, and get charged with several accounts of child abuse. you can't be bothered though.

"damn."

"want me to make it up to you?" toji tilted his head sideways, awaiting your answer.

"huh?"

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"oh fuck toji—don't leave any marks!" you whine as toji ignores you, leaving those hated purple hickies on your neck.

he pushes you against the doorframe, impatient to get you to his room before you jolted quickly.

"toji, toji! what about your son?" you huff a moan while toji chuckled.

"don't worry bout' it sweetheart, he's asleep. if you're quiet, you won't wake him up." this was a dangerous game to be playing, but maybe you were clouded by lust to think properly.

both of you guys rushed to his room as he started taking off your shirt and bra just eyeing your breasts.

"like what you see?" you mock, snickering.

"sure as hell do." he started to take off your baggy pants, then just staring at your body.

"shit, girl." he kissed you roughly, fondling your boobs while gently pushing you against his bed. he took off your panties as he pushed a finger into you already. his fingers were huge that it caused a guttural moan, lost in ecstasy.

he was so much bigger than you and your fingers. he already hit spots you never could. that was until he added in the second finger somehow.

"o—h fuck toji! it won't fit!" you groaned, bucking your hips until he chuckled lowly.

"damn baby, if that won't fit then how will my cock fit inside of you? you're so damn tight—" grunts came from him as he curled his fingers right in your g-spot as you closed your eyes so hard you saw stars.

you felt an orgasm coming, and so early too? how embarrassing. you rolled your hips more and more aggressively to reach your high as you felt it coming, right then and there—

"baby, did'ya squirt on me?" a low voice questioned as you could barely make it out. you were babbling on your words, drool leaking from your mouth.

"fuck, doll. guess you came that hard from my fingers huh?" he mocked, pulling his fingers out and licking them slowly.

"taste like candy, you know?" his chest heaved in and out, a grin plastered on his face. your face flushed beet red, whining as he pulled his fingers out.

"haa—oh my go—d. i need you inside me already." you sit up, tugging on his sweatpants. you were so desperate just to be filled again, you needed toji so so so bad.

"be patient, doll." he said caressing your face, lowering you back down on the bed—taking off his pants as you requested.

he aligned his cock with your pussy, the wet slick and cum dripping out of you acting as lubricant.

"tell me if it hurts baby." he coos, pushing in slowly. as he pushed in you felt yourself stretching around his cock, almost sculpting himself inside of you.

guttural moans escaped from your mouth, almost echoing in the room. you were surprised his kid didn't wake up.

"fuck!" he grunted, still pushing his cock inside. he was so huge inside of you, you've never had anyone this big and it was very obvious.

"you feel so good," you moaned, stuttering the entire time. toji leaned and kissed you, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, intertwining them.

he waited a bit before he started thrusting inside of you, you held onto the blanket beside you, whines filling the room along with skin slapping. you closed your eyes tightly as toji ravaged your body, sucking on your tit whilst fondling the other.

your breath remained unsteady as you felt so sensitive from earlier, already feeling your stomach curl.

"fuck, fuck, cummin!'" you yelped, moving your hands towards toji's back, scratching at his tight clothed shirt. he grunted before both of you guys came at the same time.

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you woke up to the embrace of toji, his arm wrapped around you completely as his snores got louder. i mean, it didn't really bother you, now did it?

#toji #toji x reader #toji x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #smut #xreader

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mikalame · 9 months

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hiya!!! could you write a really sweet fic (story) about y/n and Bill getting a huge matching tattoo together and Bill being asked about this tattoo on an interview and he just gets really shy etc (could you make the reader female and a singer) please ?

bye :D

"Are you sure you want to do this meine leibe, this is gonna take a couple hours, and will hurt a bit being where it is" Bill asks, eyes searching your face for any sign you may not feel 100% about this, exspechily because its a tattoo that will be on you forever.

"Yes im sure Bill, I've researched and all plus ill ask for some numbing cream, are you okay bill" You ask thinking that the reason he keeps asking you if your okay is becasue he isn't.

"Of course, i cant wait" he says kissing your cheek giving you tight hug and pushing open the tattoo shop's door.

Time skip

"how are you feeling hun, you in any serious pain" Bill asks eyes scanning over you again looking down at you, eyebrows pinched.

"Im fine Billl" you whine playfulling pushing him away giggling.

You two smile at eachother and walk to your car you look at your forearm and the tattoo placed on it, the phantom pain of it comeig back to you but the pride and meaning of it over powers it.

Time skip again

"SO WELCOME..... TOKIO HOTEL!" the interveiwer yells at the camera, the crowd behind it full on fangirls and boys yell in exsitement waving their banners and posters around hoping to catch one of the band members attention.

As the band walks on the stage single file line they wave at the fans, the majority of them smiling wider and yelling louder, while the crazy super fans faint or start yelling not so innocent things (i dont blame them ahaha)

"Hello we are so happy to be on the show with you today" Bill says taking the mircophone from the interviewer so the audiance could hear them clearly.

"Well im glad, so today we have a couple questions to ask you, if thats all right with you all" She says looking over the band and seeing their nodding heads.

"Okay, great sooo the first question is from.... Marie asking if any of you have any big regrets in you career". She cocks an eyebrow then looks at the band, a smile on her face.

"Oh well uhm probably styling my hair with CANS of hairspray, kinda wish i just wore a wig but oh well" Bill says shrugging passing the mircophone along.

"Oh hahaha, Okay next question" She says smile dropping as she reads the next couple of questions out.

"Oooo okay this one is for Bill , aparently you were seen with ___ going into a tattoo parlor, do you care to show us what you got" she asks smirk stretching on her face.

"Oh, uhm no sorry" Bill says shaking his head in disagreement, but the interviwer just keeps on begging.

After a while it really started to get on him nerves, more so when she brought the audiance in on it as well, but bill just kept on saying no, blushing hinding if face.

The tattoo was very important to bill and he didnt feel like it should be made public like this, exspeachily when it had such a deep meaning for bill and ___.

"Oh, well sorry ladys and gentlemen thats all the time we have today, sorry i coldn't make bill show the new tattoo but mabey next time" she say fake smile still prominent on her face.

As the band walks of the stage fareing their good byes bill mutters under his voice.

"There wont be a 'next time'".

They all groan as they sit down in the tour bus, tom cracking his back as well as gustav. "She was real adamant on getting the tattoo shown" Georg laughs opening a bag of chips sitting down across from the boy.

"Yeah she need to learn to take no for an answer, she must be a real treat in bed" tom laughs sarcastically behind the two.

"mmh" bill agrees putting his headphones in listening to a song ___ and him made when he was staying at her house one of the first times they met thinking about calling her when they head off to check up on her.

SORRY GUYS I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT 😭.

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#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tom kaulitz

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nyubiecore · 5 months

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Paris In The Rain ☆ kim sunwoo

a the boyz sunwoo oneshot

" walking down an empty street puddles underneath our feet "

kim sunwoo x fem reader

genre : fake relationship , frenemies to lovers , fluff , kiss

in which the fake relationship you both agreed upon started to feel too real to be fake in Paris , the City of Love

a beep noise came from your phone , notifying you of a new message

you reached for your phone beside you as you pressed the on button , now displaying a selfie of you and sunwoo that you guys took before taking off

you checked the message from sunwoo :

" wyd "

" taking a shit "

" why'd you even bring your phone w/ you to the toilet "

" jk " " just chilling at the balcony " " why? " seen by sunwoo

you only roll your eyes and enjoyed the view of Paris in the rain. you've heard from your mom that Paris looks the most beautiful when it rains . you smile to yourself as you take some pictures of the Eiffel Tower from your hotel room to show to your mom

your class had arranged a week trip to Paris in the holidays , you got to share rooms with your best friend , Yoora for the week

at first , you didn't want to go since it costs a hefty amount of money but since you figured it would be one of the last memories in high school so why not , since your apparent fake boyfriend offered to pay half of it that you thanked him for the thought but still pay all of them off yourself - with some help from your parents of course

" why why? is it sunwoo? " Yoora asked from inside the room where she sat on the bed

you looked over your shoulder , " yeah , but he put me on read " you said in your most annoyed tone

she smiled " this is good times , you should go on a date with him tomorrow since we're free anyways "

" i won't bother " you replied

she let out a huff in defeat " hey you guys are couples in love , we are in the city of love , do you see my point right here? "

you stopped on your track then moved to join her inside " does it look like that? do you really think he's in love with me? "

" are you a fucking fool? everyone could see that you moron "

" what do you mean? "

" ask any of our classmates who've never seen him staring at you hopelessly , and that one time you almost fainted in class that he escorted you to the nurse's office even if he knows he needs to pass that class " Yoora said half defeated " don't keep denying it Y/N , cut yourself some slack will you? just because of that jerk you saw last summer and it didn't work out make you think it'll never work out , okay? " she continues comforting your overthinking self

you were silenced

since you guys started this agreement just because of some petty ex-boyfriend of yours who's currently a psychopath that would chase you all the way down the worm's hole to get back with you

and his possessive fangirls who'd never shut up and chase him everywhere , there's not one person in your class that has found out about this agreement and only compliments about how cute you guys are

at some point , you yourself were confused about this. is it really fake? since the last 3 month you guys became the school's hottest ship , it would be a lie to say that you've never had a thought to actually put hope in this relationship and never fluttered upon his actions

like that one time you didn't answer his text because you were crying over the miserable life you were put in and he searched for you all over town until he found you , finally hiding at the playground all by yourself

but all of those thoughts didn't last long as you kept hearing voices about how he is bad news , that he's a big red flag and that one time he cheated on 3 girls at the same time

some oil were also poured into the flame by his fans who couldn't sit back and watch you guys happy and always , searched for any possible chances to judge you , trample you and gaslight you that sometimes you even felt so small that you were scared to even face them at some point

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your arms getting swayed by Yoora

" girl? Y/N? gosh stop with the daydreaming , the doorbell rang , go check it out will you? " she said

you blinked your eyes , coming back to your senses as you rush to the door

you pushed down the door knob , opening the door revealing sunwoo , in his comfortable hoodie over his head and a hot pink colored umbrella on his right hand

" wanna go for a night walk , princess? " he said in an attempt to charm you

sunwoo always likes to give you pet names but since last time you guys watched a classic movie about the royal family , he started to call you princess and couldn't stop talking about it

your heart fluttered a bit but you couldn't possibly show him that " in this weather? " you ask ridiculed

his brow hanged higher than the other as he showed off the umbrella on his hand

" in this? " you continued as you looked at yourself in a graphic pajama set

his lips corner curled up , " if you'd like to , i won't mind but i could wait here if you mind the cute fit " he chuckled to himself

you gave him an eye as you asked him to wait while you go put on a proper clothes for the ocassion as Yoora give you the eyes

by a few minutes , you came back out in a white sleeved crop top and black loose jeans

sunwoo stood on his feet as he checks you out

you roll your eyes " keep your eyes to yourself would you? "

he smirked " sorry to offend you princess "

you guys walked to the lobby and sunwoo leads you along the revolving door until you guys came outside the hotel , taking in the scent of the rain and the sound of Paris's bustling streets

walking on the sidewalks of the road , sunwoo opened the umbrella that mostly covered you

" what's with this hot pink umbrella? " you laugh

" shut up " he said as he roll his eyes

" hehe"

you wanted to say something about how his other hoodie side that were exposed to the rain were clearly wet but you knew he wouldn't bother.

while walking , you came over a wine shop

you look at sunwoo who were already looking at you as you smile cheekily

" can you read my mind? " you asked as you nudged sunwoo's side

" I can't read minds but I can see what's in front of us " he replied

you nudged harder to his side as you rushed to cross the streets

after a successful attempt of buying the cheapest wine , you guys were seated at one of the bench near the Eiffel Tower

you drank straight from the wine bottle and swallowed the berry flavor.

the rain had stopped raining by this time

sunwoo just looks at you

you took in the view of the big Eiffel Tower in front of you. far from what you expected , you couldn't actually hold your liquor as much as you thought you could.

you grunts as you leaned into the bench

" I'm so glad that I'm here now , right? " you turned your head towards sunwoo who were quietly looking at you

he smiled to himself as he nods softly " me too "

maybe it was the air , maybe it was the wine - it should be the wine - but you felt like you were free off pressures and your right mind because …

you smiled cheekily " did you know? that none of our classmates suspected our relationship? " you chuckled " I mean , it's such a sudden thing but how could they be so gullible , right? " you said as you chuckle

sunwoo stayed quiet - furious? - as he reached for the bottle of wine and took a sip of it

you watch him as he put the bottle down " oh? did we kiss just now? ommo ommo " you said as you laugh drunkenly

he only kept quiet as he avoids eye contact with you

" hey , I'm sad that you act so relaxed over my first kiss " you say making a sad expression

" princess , that's not a real kiss okay? it's just an indirect kiss " he said earning a nudge to his side

you look up at the Eiffel Tower , " did you know? I heard from that if you go to watch the Eiffel Tower in the rain with your lover , your love will last for a long long time " you said drunkenly

" who says that? " sunwoo asked

" me! " you said as you pointed to yourself and chuckle

" then, we're going to be lovers aren't we? "

" ey , how can the kim sunwoo of Daeryeon High date a nobody like me. you won't know how much it takes to date you even if it's fake " you let out a huff

" why is it hard? "

" your lover would have to see your table full of gifts from girls prettier than her everyday , don't even mention the judging eyes she'll get from your die hard fans too , oww even talking about it sends me shivers to the bone " you say hugging yourself on the bench

he stopped on his track. it's not like he never knew how bad girls who've had relationship with him got bashed. it's just , since you he started to feel eager to keep the relationship though he knows you're having a hard time , ofc he tries to protect you at all cost tho

" so you won't do the role? " he laughs

" do you want me to? " you jokingly say as you make eye contact with his sweet eyes

the sudden eye contact only triggered sunwoo and you didn't really mind it since you were drunk and everything

he looked away , his cheeks slightly tinted with pink blush " what if I say I want , then what will you do then? "

you stopped , " hek " you got hiccups. you embarrassingly cover your mouth and looked forward

he smiled looking at you " we should go now " he stands up as he wrapped his arms on your side holding you steady while you hold the wine bottle on your hand

maybe because of the late hours or the choice of way , the streets seems a bit more quiet not in a spooky way , just comfortable? or maybe it was because of your company? you didn't know anymore as the alcohol takes control of your brain

along the road , you saw a flower shop that were still open and many bouquet and varieties of flowers from the glass

" pretty tulips " you said drunkenly

he looked at the flower shop

" wait here " he said before abandoning you outside the flower shop

he ran back out in a few minutes with a few tulips wrapped in his hand then hands it to you

" what is it? oh! tulips! " you say as you clap repeatedly

he only smiled as you take the tulips from his hand

you guys continue the walk as it freshen you up

but the unstraight walk didn't go away

" princess , can't you walk straight? it's dangerous "

you only chuckled " hey do you like me? why do you call me princess all the time , it made me flutter.. " the last part was said in a lower voice

he only shake his head

you kept the unstraight walk until you wanted to cross the road that you almost did carelessly

when a bicycle almost hit you , that you felt a hand on your elbow pulling you back from the road , turning your body to the owner of the hand and sending your tulips to bounce to the sky

panicked sunwoo is now a few inches to your face , you could smell the light scent of wine from his breath that were fanning your face

" gosh you're so clumsy " he said but didn't break the close proximity

your eyes broke into an emotional eyes " hey , can you stop making my heart flutter? do you know how much I started to like you since 3 months ago? "

he was taken aback for a bit but the emotions left his eyes as it went to your lips

" what if I like you " he said

" don't make those kinds of jokes , it hurts "

you said before seeing your tulips that is now stuck on one of the tree branches

you point at it " my tulips "

sunwoo looked at the spot you pointed to , him being a few cm lower from the branch helped as he reached for it

it became a failed attempt , so he held the end of the branch and shake it lightly sending the tulips to almost reach the ground when you and sunwoo tried to prevent if from falling

reaching for it , both of you accidentally held hands - with tulips in it - and were faced in the same proximity from just now

you turned to face him , you scanned his delicate face

you never cared how sharp his nose and his jawline is - also the fact that he's much more handsome than you imagined , you were pretty much in awe

" your nose is so well sculptured "

" stop that , princess "

" stop that pet name "

" what if I like you that's why I give these pet names? "

you stopped on your track

" you're kidding "

" are you still drunk? "

you look at him ridiculously " umm.. no? "

" then I should prove it to you " he said before bringing his hand to both your jawline and pulled your face closer to his bringing your lips together

the kiss was slow but you can feel the adrenaline pumping in your brain and your heart rate soaring

sunwoo pulled away a few seconds after

you look at him , still ridiculed " what does that kiss mean? "

" I'm sorry for stealing away your first kiss , but I do actually like you and the reason all of our classmates didn't find out isn't because they're gullible but because I liked you for real and I show my gestures to you " he said

you could see his vulnerable gaze towards you , you could fall in love in that gaze every time and now , you're sure , you're in love with him

" can I kiss you back? " you asked

" if you kiss me now , it means you are my girlfriend , real girlfriend and I won't want to let you go anytime near " he said smiling

you smiled widely as you connected your lips with his into a kiss you knew you could never forget for a long time

the kiss was firm as he wrapped his arms around your body and your arms going to wrap his neck

you pulled away for air as you tasted the last remaining taste of wine lingering on your lips

" should we go now , princess? " he asked making you flutter

you got up and wrapped your arms on his neck , gave him a peck " we should , prince " you smirked as you walked along the empty lane with him

sneakily , he reached for your hand and held it

" I guess a walk in the rainy Paris actually helped huh? " he said

-end-

thank you for reading , i think this one is kind of awkward since i'm not really good at writing these types of things so please cut me some slack :>

#tbz au #the boyz #the boyz au #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #tbz #the boyz imagines #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo #sunwoo au #Spotify

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kitthepurplepotato · 11 months

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MWRMI Part 2

My Weird Roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

📦 Week 0.5 - Let’s get settled! 📦

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Previous part Master List

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of Deku’s “peach” and other parts in a non-cheeky way. I also made Deku look like a sugar daddy by accident but I swear that was not my intention, he just loves to share his money with his friends, he’s just nice like that!

16 + because of the joke in the last part of this chapter.

Summary: Y/N meets pro hero Deku’s mysterious cat and gets to know Midoriya a little bit too much for her liking. (That’s a lie, she secretly loves it.) Bakugou gives Y/N a flattering nickname.

There is an ugly attempt of a blueprint by the end of the story about Deku’s flat if the layout gets too confusing!

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It has only been an hour since your world has turned upside down. You’re staring at the ceiling in your new room; which is absolutely massive by the way; your bed is extremely comfortable, even with the lack of sheets and pillows. Your room has two massive wall-to-wall windows; one facing the garden area with the pool and the hot tub, the other one facing the city; the view will be absolutely stunning when all the city lights come to life.

You hear a rustle outside your door and a thump of a cardboard box being placed in the hallway; that’s when you realize you are being an absolute prick right now.

You kind of forgot about the van outside the building stuffed to the brim with all your boxes and old furniture. Deku must have went down to tell them where to bring the stuff up. Knowing this guy he probably did all the work for them.

You jump up from the comfortable bed and make your way to open the door a little bit too aggressively. The side of the door meets a fluffy green head. Well, now you’ve really done it.

“I’m so sorry, Deku-san! Are you hurt?” You crouch down to the poor guy, trying to access the damage. You heart makes a few somersaults when you touch the ridiculously fluffy and soft curls. That counts as a damage, right?

You, Y/N, 23 years old fangirl, touching pro hero Deku’s hair, like it’s no biggie. How is this all real? Oh, your face is really hot. And so is pro hero Deku in his fucking joggers and oversized all might thank top.

“You don’t need to be so polite, just call me Midoriya.” The hero giggles. - Jesus, why is he so adorable?! - “Also, I would be a pretty lame hero if a single door would be able to hurt me. Try throwing the whole building in my face next time, that might make me a tiny bit dizzy at least.”

Your embarrassment fades away with your loud laughter after hearing Deku… Midoriya making such a joke with such a straight face. You look around the hallway, seeing a bunch of boxes already placed next to the wall.

“I’m sorry, I forgot about the boxes, I’ll get the rest! It’s your free day, you deserve to chill.” You really don’t want him to do all the work for you, even though you know it’s probably not a big deal for him.

“No worries, there’s only 10 boxes left, I can bring them up in one go!” Midoriya exclaims, like it’s an absolutely normal thing to be able to hold 10 massive boxes full of heavy books on one shoulder. The hero world is amazing.

“I need to see that.” You accidentally say your last thought out loud, which only makes the green haired hero giggle out loud, again.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” A mischievous smile spreads on the hero’s face, his eyes shining with challenge. He takes your hand and pulls you forward to the main entrance like you’ve known each other for ages; it’s the complete opposite of the high school version of him, at least if Jirou’s old stories were true.

Back in his first year of high school, Midoriya Izuku was a shy boy, really lanky and really awkward with everyone, especially with the ladies. He was severely bullied by his childhood best friend, Bakugou Katsuki, who somehow became a close friend of his during his high school years, like the terrible bullying on Dynamight’s part has never even happened. There are a lot of foggy gaps in the story, parts Jirou didn’t want to share for the sake of the other person, but eventually, Midoriya has changed; he’s become stronger, a man full of confidence but his empathy towards everyone only grew stronger as the time went by. His heart is big enough to love every single living, breathing thing, without a limit.

You let yourself be pulled towards the door, down the hallway and into the elevator, your heart full of anticipation to see your favorite hero do something so domestic, just for you.

Ahh, you are such a fangirl, goddammit.

Midoriya goes all out to show off, just to make you laugh; he puts 9 boxes on his shoulder and spins the tenth one on his fingers like a basketball. You can’t help but giggle, your eyes shining like the fangirl you are, absolutely fucking smitten with the man opposite of you. Midoriya takes one glance at your face and laughs with a hint of a blush on his chubby cheeks and gives you the box. All your muscles strain from the weight of it, and you can’t help but wonder how the fuck did he not break his finger. “Team work makes the dream work!” Midoriya grins as he steps into the elevator to go back to his apartment….

…Which is also your apartment.

You’ll never stop fangirling about this. Never.

After putting the boxes down in the hallway, you hear a rustle from one of the open boxes; by the look of it, the tape didn’t hold properly and snapped, leaving the box half open.

Two beige ears stick out from the small space between the two flaps of the box, alert.

“All Meowt! Get out of there!” Midoriya giggles at the intruder and takes it out of the box; a massive cat with beige fur and barely visible leopard print on his back. You almost choke on your saliva from trying not to laugh at the obese cat. His mismatched eyes; one blue, one dark brown; look at his owner angrily, clearly not amused by being taken out of his new “home” so abruptly. He moves his chubby arms to attack the “offender”, but makes his mind up in the middle of the movement; it’s too much bother to raise these fluffy paws! After a few seconds, the cat just lets his body go limp in Midoriya’s hand, making him look like a sack of potatoes.

“He’s so chubby!” You cry out, but by the look of it, this wasn’t the right thing to say as Midoriya puts the cat into his arms and covers his little ears with a pout on his face.

“Don’t say that, Y/N! He’s self conscious!” He tries to reprimand you and you swear you try not to laugh even harder than you already are, but it’s impossible. “Don’t laugh, Kacchan called him a fat bitch a few weeks ago because he tried to get some food out of his plate and he started throwing up right after!” Midoriya looks so sure of his reasoning and you don’t have the heart to tell him that the cat probably threw up because he actually ate some of the food which knowing the fiery hero was probably full of sriracha or something definitely not good for the poor cat’s sensitive stomach.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You try to get some air into your lungs after all the laughing.

“So…” Midoriya puts the cat down who runs into the bedroom opposite of yours. “Can I help you unpack? I’m not sure when I’ll be home properly again, so… I want to tell you more about the flat? Get to know you, and stuff…” the hero scratches his fluffy head, embarrassed. “I mean, you don’t need to say yes, I understand if this is too much for you, I mean, when I met my idol for the first time I was about to pee myself and even after months of being together almost every day I still managed to freak out every time I remembered who he is, I still freak out sometimes when he comes over and plays with All Meowt…”

Oh yeah, you were so busy laughing you kinda forgot the name of the little rascal. It’s a really fucking ridiculous name.

“Please, breathe.” You snort while you look at Midoriya’s face; he’s flushed and out of breath, thanks to him trying to get all that rambling out without taking any air into his poor lungs. “I’ll accept your help, thank you.”

This is how you end up in your room with pro hero Deku, who’s extremely busy right now with handling your Deku merch with utmost care. Thankfully, the room has quite a lot of shelves so your hero merch can be displayed nicely; Midoriya tried to persuade you to have your merch in the living room, but after 5 minutes of back and forth arguing you compromised by having 1 Deku figurine and a few other hero ones in the living room, while the rest stays in yours.

It’s a really fucking weird thing to be able to argue about such a silly thing with your favorite hero. You wrote so many fanfictions about your daydreams of living with the Number 1 hero, but the real thing is so different, you are actually not sure you know this hero at all at this point.

The base of his character is the same as the one in your fanfictions; kind, understanding with a heart full of love, but in real life, he is so much more than that; he’s less of a hero and more like a nerd, a super hyper and excitable person who’s overprotective and just so fucking lovely it actually hurts your brain and your heart.

After the argument is settled, Midoriya tells you about the stuff you might need to do in case he can’t make it home; feed All Meowt, pet All Meowt, water the plants, make sure there is bread and rice in the house in case he actually makes it home and basic things like that. It’s really not so different from the way you lived until now. Your old roommate was an unviable peace of shit who would have starved if it’s not for you, so having cheaper rent for all your hard work this time is a gift from God himself.

You end up cleaning up the mess until later in the afternoon and you both decide to order some takeaway as you are both too tired to actually make food tonight. Midoriya pulls you out of your room to show you around flat properly; apparently pulling people around is a thing Midoriya does, or at least it is now; then Midoriya stops by the massive wall-to-wall window in the living room and points at a big fake plant in front of it.

“So this is my favorite plant, the only one who didn’t die on me yet.” He shows you the plastic plant with a proud face. “I’ll get some more now that you are around! It only needs water once a week but I once forgot to water it for a month and he was still okay! So don’t worry about it too much!”

This is a fucking plastic plant. And he doesn’t know. This is…

“So how long have you had this plant, Midoriya?”

“Two years. I got it from the squad after I started to cry about accidentally killing all my plants when I was drunk.”

… absolutely ridiculous.

This man… this pro hero… this legend… has been watering a fucking plastic plant for two fucking years and no one had the heart to tell him that it’s fake.

This man is fucking precious. Oh my god, he is so fucking precious, you can’t even.

His friend are also absolute legends, because you are quite sure they had to “water the plant” while he was away to the US and they probably did it for him, out of pure pity.

You keep a straight face and pet the leaves of the plant to make sure he knows you’ll take care of it properly. You’ll go to the nearest garden center tomorrow and buy all the fucking plants in the word for this precious little boy and you’ll make sure they don’t die on him.

The living room is absolutely massive by the way; it has a corner couch that’s big enough to seat at least 15 people, it has a super dark green color and looks super expensive; there is also a massive TV (or rather a home theater), a massive drink cupboard, a coffee table, several shelves full of limited edition hero figurines (the price of these figurines is something you don’t even want to think about right now) and there are several cute Polaroids hung up on a fairy light on one of the walls. You’ll take a closer look when he’s not around, you don’t want to creep him out… yet. The kitchen/dining area has an arched doorway instead of a actual door, making the space feel even bigger than it is; the room is full of handy gadgets and different types of coffee machines, a super expensive looking rice cooker, and in the corner you can see the cat’s feeding bowl, which of course, is fucking automatic. Why is the cat so fat then?!

The oven is super fancy as well and absolutely huge, the dining table is big enough for your whole family tree. Everything is… oversized. Now it makes sense why the greenette said that the flat is way too big for one person. This flat could hold a party with half of the city without it being too crowded. Midoriya mumbles through the whole flat, telling you random stories involving the room then excitedly pulls you through the hallway again to get to the massive door leading to the pool. The outside area is - wow, what a surprise! - massive, the pool is bigger than some of the public pools in your mom’s city, there is a hot tub connected to it on the left side, bubbling vehemently as you walk next to it to get to the garden area, which is the only part of the flat that looks abandoned and uncared for, but you are already planning on planting several fruits and vegetables on one side and super cute flowers on the other, so needless to say, you really don’t mind that he doesn’t care about this area. Hm, you might even get a little cute picnic table so you can appreciate the sunrise with a hot coffee in your hands. You could draw your manga here, in the sunshine! Oh, you are really excited.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?” Midoriya waves his hands in front of you; you probably ignored the poor guy’s excited rambling by accident.

“I’m so sorry, Midoriya!” You bow apologetically. “I was just thinking about cleaning up the garden and have some tomatoes and flowers in there? A picnic table? Sorry, I really shouldn’t be reorganizing someone’s garden when I’ve only been here for a few hours…”

Midoriya’s eyes sparkle with excitement, looking as happy as a baby golden retriever.

“You want to take care of the garden too?!” He chippers, but he gets cut off by a really loud ringing noise coming from his bracelet. It flashes in red aggressively until he taps on it twice; suddenly, a holographic Bakugou Katsuki appears on the top of the bracelet, in the size of a hero figurine.

“Code red shit nerd, meet me at the usual corner. Group C made a move, all units are needed.” Dynamight suddenly moves his head to your direction. “Yo, freeloader, nice to meet ya or whatever.” The call cuts off and you just stand there like a dumbfounded idiot; what’s with all the high tech stuff? And what’s up with that nickname?!

“Don’t mind him, he gives everyone a nickname.” The hero smiles, but he’s clearly really antsy to move. He takes out something gold from his pockets and puts the golden thing in your hands without giving it a second thought. “Here’s my bank card, buy whatever you feel like we need in the flat and also feel free to use it for your garden shenanigans! It’s my garden, so I’m paying! Also, let’s do your fingerprint quickly because I really need to go.” The hero gives you a sad smile and it breaks your heart a bit; he clearly wants to stay for longer and chat about your plans, but oh well, this is hero life for ya’.

Midoriya takes your fingerprint at the door in only a few seconds then runs into his room to change; after a minute he comes out the door and heads towards the garden.

“See you soon, Y/N! Sorry I can’t stay and celebrate your new life with you! I’m heading out!“ The hero runs out to the garden before you have time to appreciate him in his hero costume/freak the shit out because fuck, this really is the Number 1 hero Deku you are living with; then jumps off the 43. Floor of the building without hesitation. You are frozen in place in front of the back door as you stare at the hero’s silhouette getting smaller and smaller in the distance, bouncing from one building to another.

You come back to your senses after a few minutes and move towards your room to finish up. Midoriya doesn’t seem to be coming back soon.

The next morning. 🥦

You wake up at 5 am to a really loud splash coming from outside of your window. You look at your limited edition Deku clock and let out a low whine; it’s way too early for this shit.

It takes you a few minutes to move to the window to investigate the weird noise; you are still half asleep and probably not even aware of your new living situation yet. As you stare into the distance with your eyes unfocused, the splash of green and yellow becomes a full picture… and that’s when you realize you are staring at the pro hero’s NAKED ASS moving from the pool to the hot tub to get warm.

It’s not just the bottom you had a glance at; oh no… there was the ding and the dong and everything you kinda never wanted to see; okay, that’s a lie, you are a veteran in the cheeky section of Tumblr, but man, you’ll never be able to write a fanfiction again without feeling like you’re about to expose Deku’s intimate secrets.

If the situations isn’t terrible enough, after Deku is settled he waves at you with a smile on his face, absolutely unaware that you did indeed see his ding and his dong while he crawled into the hot tub, and for some weird reason, he’s absolutely not freaked out by you staring at him at 5AM in the morning while he soaks his sore muscles and enjoys the lovely sunrise.

You: Who the fuck uses the pool naked?!

Jirou: I did not want to know that.

You: Me neither.

Jirou: Stop lying to yourself.

You: …

You’ll never leave your room again.

… Next Part!

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Fun facts:

- The “chubby cat” conversation has actually happened in my real life, it was a legit conversation with my mother-in-law. She’s precious.

- I’m quite sure I accidentally stole the name “All Meowt from someone else’s ficc, so if it’s you, send me a comment or a message and I’ll tag you as the original author or something! Thank you!

- I tried to make a little thingy to show you the layout of Deku’s flat, don’t judge me, please 😂😂😂

(It’s a masterpiece, I know.)

The secret room will be revealed eventually. (Stop thinking about dirty things, we are talking about Deku.)

Feel free to try and guess what the secret room is, can’t wait to see your answers!

See you in the next part!

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 💚🥦

Kit

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Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 3

Summary: Eddie comes to join you for lunch, being his flirty usual self. It leads to late night phone calls, sharing hard parts of your lives with one another, and maybe an official date, finally? You can read part two here!

Note: Not a whole lot of Everett in this chapter, but there are reasons. Also, the amount of people who have replied, sent asks, and/or commented about this story has made me the happiest Eddie fangirl in all the land. I see each and every thing you guys say and it makes me happier than I can describe. Thank you.

Warnings: language, mentions of death, talk of unsupportive parents, insecurity, lots of Max being her sassy self, I think that’s it?

Words: 7.7k

[Part 4 | Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

Not having to get Everett ready in the morning leaves you with a little extra time, which you decide to use by staying in bed a few minutes longer. Your arms reach up towards your headboard, the muscles of your back stretching out as sunbeams peeking through the curtains splash across your face. With a content sigh, you turn on your right side and face the empty side of the bed. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine Eddie there. His hair probably gets all tousled and messy in his sleep. He probably has the cutest, most peaceful face while he’s dreaming.

You run your hand up along the cold sheets to the empty pillow. The only people who have ever slept on that pillow are Everett and Max, the time she had a big blowup with her mom and needed to get out of the house for the night. Your fingers scratch at the soft threads, lazy smile still hanging on to your mouth. Closing your eyes, you imagine being nose to nose with Eddie. Feeling his breath ghost across your face and his body heat radiating over to you. You almost don’t want to open your eyes again because you know his large brown ones won’t be there looking back at you. But you have to get up and get ready, so you do.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you go through the motions of getting ready, thoughts of Eddie never leaving your head. Thinking about Eddie brushing his teeth while you’re doing your hair. Of Eddie pouring cereal for Everett while you grab the milk out of the fridge. The thought of a cozy little family makes your stomach feel fuzzy, but you stop yourself. You haven’t even been on a date yet. But it’s exciting to have feelings for someone. The thrill of a crush was always fun in school. Seeing if they’d look at you during class or talk to you at lunch. Only, you’re not in school anymore and you have a son to think about as well. It’s one thing if you and Eddie can hit it off well. It’s another thing entirely if Everett and Eddie can hit it off.

Work is as slow as usual for a Tuesday morning. Summertime usually brought children being tutored or participating in community activities to the library, but those were mostly in the afternoon. You spend the morning checking books back in, eyes trying to avoid the clock as much as possible. A watched pot never checks books in quicker, or whatever the saying is. No familiar faces come in to occupy you, which is more of a school year thing. Hawkins High was technically still in school until tomorrow, but final exams had all passed already, so no students needed the library. Even though you wouldn’t say it out loud, you were glad Mike was able to finish his Pride and Prejudice paper without you. He would’ve distracted you from the work duties you should have been doing.

When one o’clock finally rolls around, you feel yourself starting to get fidgety. Your mind is trying to mentally calculate how long it will take Eddie to wash up for lunch, then get in his van, then drive to the library, then walk inside. Will that all take ten minutes? Fifteen? How long until you can start to worry that he’s not going to show up?

At seven minutes after one, Eddie strolls in, bright smile on his handsome face, a black band tee and light blue ripped jeans adorning his figure, and a fast-food bag clutched in his hand. Your mind hadn’t even calculated that he might stop to get food, yet he’s here before you expected him.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says. He places the bag down on the library desk and leans forward onto his forearms.

“Hey yourself,” you say as you lean in towards him as well. “I didn’t expect you so close to one.”

“I may have checked out for lunch a few minutes early,” he says with a shrug. “Can’t keep a pretty girl waiting.”

“Then you better go and see her,” you tease.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Don’t act like you’re not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a good thing you haven’t eaten yet, or the food may have come up with the way your stomach flips at his words. Eddie grins as your face flares up with heat, and part of you likes that he finds your flustered state cute. You get that way more times than you’d like to admit.

“Come on,” you say, nodding your head towards the employee area behind you.

Eddie slips around the desk and follows you into the “lounge.” It’s not much, but there are a few tables to eat at and with minimal employees at the library, you always had lunch time to yourself.

“Now, I wasn’t sure what you like,” Eddie says as he slides into the chair across the small table from you. “So, I bought one chicken sandwich and one burger. What’s your pick?”

“Oh,” you say with a pleased smile. “You didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“You cooked for me last night.” Eddie shrugs. “This is basically the extent of my cooking.”

You chuckle and point to the chicken sandwich. He slides it to you, and you accept it with a thank you. Both of you take your first bites and you groan in satisfaction.

“Okay. This is much better than the turkey sandwich in my bag,” you say.

Eddie smiles and pulls out a carton of fries from the bag and places them in the middle of the table.

“How’s your day been so far?” Eddie asks.

You nod your head as you finish the bite of food in your mouth. “Pretty good. Better now. How’s the garage?”

“Loud,” he says. “But it means I never really have to make small talk, so there’s that.”

“I’m awful at small talk,” you tell him. “But then I start to think about what I can talk about instead and then get all stressed out.”

“Okay,” Eddie says as he wipes his hands off on a napkin. “I’m full of weird topics to talk about. Should we talk about the fact that Star Wars is better than Star Trek, how awkward our middle school years were, or how you get your hair to be so shiny? Sorry.” He smirks, not looking the least bit sorry. “Had to get that into the conversation somehow.”

“Are you this big of a flirt with everyone?” you ask through a smile. It’s a genuine question and though you get the sense that this is how Eddie is with everyone, you want it to be just you.

Eddie tilts his head from side to side, considering the options. “Charm? Yeah, that just seems to exude out of me,” he says with a wink, to show he’s joking. “But no. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever flirted with someone as much as I’m flirting with you.”

The buzz from three cups of coffee has nothing on the feeling that Eddie gives you. You can’t help but squirm in your seat, which Eddie notices with a twinkle in his eye. Resting your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand, you lean in towards him.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with more bravado than you feel. “And why’s that?”

“Well, I already mentioned that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Eddie says as if it’s obvious to anyone with the use of their eyes. “But you’re…” he trails off, eyes narrowing as he looks at you.

“If you say ‘different than other girls’, I know you’re taking this from some D-class romcom,” you say.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “I mean, you are. But that’s not what I was going to say. You’re fun and you’re sweet. I like how you can keep up with my goofiness.”

“I like your goofiness,” you tell him. “It adds to the charm you exude.”

The rest of the lunch hour passes just as quickly as dinner had the previous evening. Time with Eddie sure seemed to move differently than time leading up to seeing him. You know that no one will get on you for being a little late back from lunch, but you also know Eddie is new at his job. He seems reluctant to leave though, which gives you a rush of satisfaction. You walk with him out to his van, relishing every moment you have left in his presence. He leans against the side of his vehicle, reminiscent of how he did outside of Dustin’s house the first time you met. He slowly reaches out and takes one of your hands in his. You link your fingers with his and he smiles in response.

“So, as you may or may not be aware,” Eddie says. “We haven’t been on a proper, official date yet. But I’d like to change that, if you would?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

Eddie’s responding grin is enough to make your heart stutter. He steps forward so he’s gazing down his nose at you. You peer back from under your eyelashes and the moment freezes around the pair of you. The air is thick, and you fight the urge to swallow as Eddie’s eyes dip down to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

“Do you like to swim?” Eddie asks softly, as if not to jar you both out of the moment. “Because I heard Hawkins has a pretty nice lake.”

“Lover’s Lake?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He gives you a sheepish grin. “I knew that’s what it was called, I just didn’t want to sound like a complete tool by suggesting we have our first date at a place with a name like that.”

The smallest touch of pink dusts Eddie’s cheeks. It’s nice to have the shoe be on the other foot for once.

“I do like to swim,” you tell him. “And Lover’s Lake is beautiful in the summer.”

“When are you free?” Eddie asks, gently squeezing your hand that’s in his.

You purse your lips as you try to think of the different schedules that determine if you’re free. Obviously, it would have to be a day you aren’t working, and preferably it would be a day that Steve isn’t as well. But you weren’t above seeing if someone else could watch Everett so you could go out with Eddie. Mom deserves to have some fun.

“Well, I know you have your game with Dustin and the gang on Saturdays. So, what about Sunday?” you offer. Steve may or may not be working that day, but you’d deal either way.

“Sunday works,” Eddie says. “Noon-ish? I could bring food for a picnic. Not fast food this time.”

“Ooh, a picnic? And not fast food? You’re spoiling me,” you say with a smirk. “That sounds really good, Eddie. I can’t wait.”

He ducks his head, looking down at his feet for a moment before lifting his eyes back to yours. “Would it be okay if I called you before then? I might go crazy with not talking to you until Sunday.”

“Of course,” you squeak out through the excitement crawling its way through your system.

“Good,” Eddie says, a look of relief washing over his features. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”

“Okay.” Your eyes stay on your hand the whole time. From being lifted to his lips, to Eddie slowly bringing it back down and letting go.

“Bye,” he whispers, and you meet his eyes again.

“Bye.” You give him a small wave as he gets into his van. You stay in the parking lot until he pulls out of his parking spot and exits down the next road, where you lose sight of him. With a happy sigh, you turn to go back inside and finish your day at work.

“I don’t wanna!”

You toss the towel in your hand over your shoulder and let out a huff, placing your hands on your hips. Realizing it’s a very “Steve” thing to do, you drop your arms and raise an eyebrow at your son.

“Everett Steven Harrington. You know it’s time for your bath,” you say. “It’ll be over sooner if you stop whining about it and get in the tub.”

“But,” Everett says in a small voice, “I took one.”

“Did you now?”

He nods. “At Daddy’s.”

“Is that so? So, if I call Dad right now and ask him, he’ll tell me you took a bath there today? Or are you lying to me?”

His little hands begin to tug at his Mickey Mouse shirt, and he looks at the rug underneath his feet. Silence settles in the hallway as you wait for an answer. Everett had been caught lying twice in the past few weeks, and neither you nor Steve were having it.

“Am I calling Dad?” You take a step towards the phone and Everett gasps. The phone rings, startling you and sending Everett running into the bathroom.

“I didn’t before! I’ll take it now! M’sorry!” he calls over his shoulder.

With a sigh of relief, you pull the phone off the receiver and put it to your ear. If it really was Steve, he must’ve sensed the issues happening on the other side of the parking lot.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for this girl I’ve got a date with this weekend.”

At the sound of Eddie’s voice an involuntary smile curls your lips. Everett won’t cause a fuss now that he knows he’s been caught in a lie, which gives you a few precious moments to lean back against the wall and tease back and forth with Eddie a bit.

“Hmm,” you hum pensively. “Maybe. What’s she like?”

“Me, hopefully,” he says, causing you to let out a loud peel of laughter.

“How could she not? You sound super funny. Not to mention gorgeous.”

“She must’ve told you about me!”

You smile to yourself and wrap your arm around your middle. “She did. Unfortunately, she told me she has to give a stubborn toddler a bath right now. Can she call you in about half an hour?”

“Tell her I’ll be waiting with bated breath,” he says.

“You should watch out. You sound so cute, I might not even tell her you called and keep you all to myself.”

“Oh, no,” he feigns exasperation. “Please don’t! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I last saw her. She has to know I can’t get her out of my mind.”

The smile on your face grows even further, and you cover it with your free hand. Your joy slightly dims when you hear Everett knock something over in the bathroom.

“I suppose I’ll give her your message then. You can expect her call soon,” you say.

“I look forward to it, very much,” he answers.

“Bye, handsome.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

After you click the phone back in place on the wall, you yank the towel off your shoulder and stride to the bathroom.

Everett manages to be on his best behavior during his bath, knowing he already had one strike against him with his lie. He makes the quick decision of wearing his dinosaur pajamas over his puppy ones and climbs into his bed. Stuffies are scattered around his blanket, and he grabs his horse one as he climbs in between the sheets. His favorite book - One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish - only needs to be read to him twice before his eyes are drooping closed. You press a kiss to his forehead, slide the book back on the shelf, and turn off his light before tiptoeing your way back into the hallway.

There’s five minutes until the time you told Eddie you’d call him back, but you know he’d understand if you were a few minutes late. Everyone knows how toddlers can be at bedtime, after all. But you want to make sure everything in the apartment is taken care of first. There are only two cups in the sink, and they can wait until morning, so you skip to washing your face and quickly changing into your pajamas. It’s earlier than you normally get ready for bed, but you have a feeling once you start talking to Eddie, you won’t stop until one of you forces the other to hang up and get some sleep. He may just have to be that responsible one tonight.

Pulling back the quilt on your bed, you slip in and grab the phone off your nightstand. Holding the receiver in your lap, you punch in Eddie’s number and settle back against your pillows. The phone only rings twice before he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Well, hey there. I got a message that you were looking to talk to me?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I heard you had to wrangle an adorable little boy into getting clean.”

“Oh, yes,” you sigh out. Tugging your blankets up higher as you lay back, you close your eyes. “A certain little troublemaker has figured out how to lie and he thinks it can get him out of his least favorite activities.”

“Boy, oh, boy,” Eddie says. “I remember the first time my mom caught me in a lie. I tried telling her that my neighbor’s dog ate my report card.”

“And I’m guessing he didn’t?” you ask.

“Well, it would’ve helped if I remembered that particular dog had died the week before,” he says.

You let out a laugh, slapping a hand over your mouth so you don’t wake Everett.

“I should not be laughing over a dead dog,” you say through your giggles.

“Then laugh at the fact that my mother got her punishments mixed up and she washed my mouth out with soap.”

“Yuck,” you groan. “That happened to me first time I dropped the F bomb in front of my granny.”

“That’s what it’s typically a punishment for!” Eddie says. “But if I got in trouble for swearing, the town would’ve run out of fucking soap.”

“Does your mom still get mad at you for it?”

“Nah,” Eddie says with a sigh. “She died when I was a kid. And she would’ve known it would be an uphill battle trying to keep me from cursing with my dad raising me.”

“Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you say.

“Eh, what are ya gonna do?” he asks. “We’ve all got hard points in our lives.”

“Why don’t you tell me about a happy point?” you offer.

“I’d tell the story about meeting you, but you were kind of there for it,” he says, and you just know he’s smirking. “Hmm, let’s see. Oh! In high school, my band and I played six straight sold out shows at the crappy little venue in town. It might not sound like a lot, but-.”

“No, that sounds amazing!” you say. “Sold out? That’s the stuff bands dream of.”

“Yeah, we weren’t half bad,” Eddie says. “Some covers, some originals, and people seemed to like both.”

“Girls must’ve been all over you guys,” you say, immediately not enjoying the visual of Eddie getting swarmed by pretty girls vying for his attention.

Eddie let’s out a bark of laughter that confuses you. “Shit, sorry,” he says. “I keep forgetting you didn’t know me in high school. No, there were no girls. Like…at all.”

“Not even groupies at the shows?” you ask.

“There were some,” he admits. “Mostly a little older than us. Mostly a little drunk. But you probably don’t want to hear about them.”

“Eddie, I know there have been girls in your life before me. I mean, I have a son, for crying out loud.”

“The coolest little dude on the planet,” Eddie tells you.

“Yeah, he is,” you say with a smile. “Even when he’s a pain in the ass.”

“So, he’s like most guys,” Eddie says.

“Pretty much,” you agree.

“Can I ask about you and Steve?” Eddie’s voice is quiet, like he’s treading on dangerous ground.

“Of course,” you tell him. “There’s not much to the story, honestly.”

“Tell me?” Eddie asks, voice soft and silky, and you know you couldn’t say no to that voice even if you wanted to.

“I knew who he was day one of high school. He was a year ahead of me, but one of the most popular guys in school. Basketball player, ladies’ man, class A douche.”

“I see why you fell for him,” Eddie says, making you smirk.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the greatest guy for a while. He really changed, actually, after Nancy broke up with him. He likes to say that she knocked some sense into him. And it’s true. After that, he befriended a lot of people he never would’ve even looked twice at before. Me included. He and I became really good friends, actually. One of the best I’ve ever had. That’s when I started to have a crush on him. So, neither of them has ever admitted to me, but I’m pretty sure our friend Robin gave him the idea to ask me out. Steve swears it was all him, but I have my doubts. But he did ask, and I said yes. We were together a while. Almost a year, if I remember correctly. We never fell in love though.” Your eyes drift over to a collage photo frame on your wall, pictures full of all your favorite people. There’s one in the middle of you and Steve outside in the snow. Between you is a tiny snowman that barely reaches your knees. It was the closest thing you had to a pregnancy announcement. Steve had built the body of the snow baby, and you had built the head. It was draped in a light green scarf and a bright yellow hat, careful not to give people the impression either way if the baby was a boy or girl. You both hadn’t even known until he was born.

“We just stayed really good friends with benefits, basically. It never emotionally got past that,” you explain. “It wasn’t fair for us to keep each other from finding someone who we could love. So, we broke up. But there wasn’t a single day, not even the day of or after our breakup, where things were awkward between us. We just went right back to being best of friends.”

“I’m guessing Everett was already a bun in the oven when you broke up?” Eddie asks.

“Yep, he was cooking away in me already. I didn’t notice anything was up until I started not being able to walk into where I worked, which was a Mexican restaurant. The smell instantly made me sick. I ended up having to quit because that sensitivity stayed the whole pregnancy. I don’t think I’ve even been back since. But anyway, that was my first clue something weird was going on. Then I realized I was really tired all the time for no reason. The third strike was when I started crying at the stupidest shit. There was a commercial for adopting animals from the shelter and I just burst out crying in the middle of my living room. My parents looked at me like I had three heads. Finally, things clicked together in my brain, and I went to the next town over to buy three pregnancy tests. I wanted to make sure I got an accurate result, no chance for a false positive or negative. And I also wanted to make sure I didn’t run into anyone I know while buying them.”

“You had to be so scared,” Eddie says, and his tone melts your heart. You could tell he was really listening to you, not just waiting for a moment to say “uh huh” as you droned on. He really wanted to know this. To know you.

“I was,” you admit. “Especially when all tests came back positive. Thought I was going to pass out. But I got in my car and went straight to Steve’s. As soon as he answered the door I broke down in tears. That right there scared him, because like I said, I didn’t do that before. We went inside and I told him. Eventually. It took a little while for me to get it out. Steve was shocked. Pretty sure he thought I was playing some kind of trick on him at first. But no, I had the tests with me to prove it. We both had a collective breakdown and freak out, but then we calmed down and talked about it. To this day, I’m pretty sure it’s the most mature either of us has been. He said I should come live with him and his parents, but that wasn’t going to happen. His dad can be scary and his mom, though I absolutely love her to pieces, can be a lot to handle sometimes. Being pregnant? Yeah, no way I could’ve handled them. Or Steve all the time either, honestly.”

“What about your parents?” Eddie asks. “How did they react?”

“Not great,” you tell him. “They didn’t disown me or anything, but they weren’t happy. And it kind of pissed me off that they couldn’t see why I was kind of happy. I mean, yeah, I was terrified of about a million different things. But there was a baby in me. My baby. And it’s like my parents expected me to be upset about that and I just couldn’t be. I didn’t want to be. So, when I got enough money together, I moved out. Steve’s mom is a realtor and found us the apartments we have at a really good price. Then I moved in here, and Steve across the lot. I don’t see my parents that often now. They reach out here or there, but it’s like they don’t care they’re not a big part of my of Everett’s lives.”

“I may have only known you for less than a week, but I can say with complete certainty that it is their loss, and they’re missing out,” Eddie says.

“Thanks,” you say, a shy smile on your lips. “Sorry I went on and on.”

“No! No, don’t apologize. I’m the one who asked you about it. I want to listen to you.”

“Okay, you’ve got to come with a catch,” you say.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks.

“You’re kind, you’re funny, you’re charming, you get along with my kid, you’re ridiculously handsome, and you want to listen to me? Where’s the catch?”

Eddie laughs through the phone. “Oh, I’m sure there’s a million of them,” he tells you. “I play DND with high schoolers. I will quote my favorite movies out loud when I’m watching them. I smoke way too much. Not just cigarettes, either. I’ve been told I snore. And that’s all I can come up with right now. See? I’m a handful.”

“Oh please,” you say. “I’ll take all of that in a heartbeat for all your good qualities.”

“And what were those again?” Eddie teases. “I’m not sure I heard them all the first time.”

“Nuh uh, I don’t need you getting a big head on you, now. Then you’ll be aware you can do better than me,” you say.

“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that,” Eddie says. There’s no humor at all in his voice, which is odd to hear with him. “You’re by far the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And I guarantee that opinion is only going to grow stronger the more I get to know you.”

“How do you do that?” you ask.

“Do what?”

“Make me feel so special.”

“That’s what you deserve,” Eddie says. “You are special. And it’s a shame if no one has told you that before.”

“Eddie Munson, you are a sweetheart.”

“I could say the same thing about you, babe.”

It’s way past the time both of you should have gone to sleep when you finally say goodbye. But neither of you would hang up without the promise of talking again tomorrow night. And that you did. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night were all spent on the phone with Eddie. Friday even longer, because Everett was staying with Steve, and neither you nor Eddie had to get up for work in the morning. You did have your brunch with the girls though, so you had to say goodnight to get some sleep at some point. But again, it was much later than you should have.

Saturday brunch with the girls was always one of your favorite things to do. You all tried to do it at least once a month if you could, but it was hard. Sometimes there wasn’t a Saturday you could get anyone to watch Everett, or maybe Max or Robin had to work, or like this week, El was out of town. It felt different without having her there to join, but your group also had to adjust every time Nancy went back to school.

“I’m starving,” Robin says as she picks up her menu.

It was a relatively new bakery on the edge of town, but they served the best brunch any of you had ever tasted. Dustin had introduced your group to the small family-owned business when he got a part time job there back at Christmastime. Saturdays he always had off though, because of the DND games every week, so he wasn’t working today.

Max leans back in her seat and purses her lips together as her eyes scan over the listing of items. You kick her foot gently underneath the table.

“Want to get the French toast and I’ll get the waffles and we’ll share again?” you ask.

“Perfect,” she says as she slaps her menu down on the table.

Nancy squirms in her seat the whole time as the waitress comes to take your orders. You raise your eyebrows at her as Robin orders her chocolate chip pancakes. Nancy gives you a smile and shrugs her shoulders. The two of you haven’t gotten to talk since you’d seen her earlier in the week when she pulled up in the car next to you and Eddie while he was changing your oil.

“What’s up?” you ask her once the waitress walks away.

“So, how’s your car?” she asks with a smirk.

The grin slides on your face even as you playfully roll your eyes at her. “You’ve been waiting excitedly to ask me about my car?”

“Do you have a date?” Nancy asks.

“Ooh, what’s this now?” Robin asks, leaning forward on the table.

“Yes, I have a date,” you answer Nancy, a small flush coming to your cheeks.

“Hold on, with who?” Robin asks. “What have I missed?”

“I met a guy,” you say with a shy shrug.

“And he’s hot,” Nancy adds.

“The way you two have the same taste in men is strangely funny,” Max says.

“Yeah, how did y/n and Jonathan never date?” Robin asks Max.

“Where are you guys going?” Nancy asks, ignoring the other two.

“Lover’s Lake,” you say. “A picnic and some swimming.”

“When?” Robin asks.

“Tomorrow. But we’ve talked on the phone every night this week.” The smile on your face grows and all three of your friends can see the sparkle in your eyes.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Max asks, but it doesn’t sound like a hopeful question.

“I do,” you say, eyeing her suspiciously. “Why do you sound sad about that?”

“No, no!” Max says. She sits up straighter and shakes her head. “I’m happy for you. Really, I am! It’s just that I was going to tell you about this guy who moved in across the street from me. I met him and immediately thought that he was perfect for you.”

“She’s not getting married to this guy,” Robin says. “What’s his name, anyway?”

“Eddie.” With the name, an involuntary smile spreads across your face.

“Wait, really?” Max asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Why?” Her odd questions make your brow pinch in confusion.

“Eddie is the name of my neighbor,” she says. “Does he have long hair?”

Now your eyes widen. “Yes. Curly? Big brown eyes?”

“Holy shit,” Max says with a grin. “I was right! I knew you two would be great together.”

“He lives across from you?” you ask in excitement.

“Yeah! Moved in a few weeks ago. Wait, how did you guys meet?”

“Eddie plays DND with the guys and I met him at Dustin’s. Did Lucas not tell you about him?”

“No,” Max huffs. She rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair again. “Though, to be fair, I never listen when he talks about that damn game. So maybe he did.”

“This feels like a John Hughes movie,” Robin says.

“You drove Max here, right?” you ask Robin.

“Yes, but you can take her home,” Robin answers with a smirk.

“He might not even be there.” You shrug, but you can’t ignore the butterflies buzzing around your stomach at the prospect of seeing Eddie in a few hours.

“DND was cancelled today, wasn’t it?” Max asks. “I may not listen to Lucas about it, but I do remember something about skipping a week when Will goes out of town.”

“Huh, you’re right,” you say.

“Oh, look at that smile on her face. I’ve got to see this Eddie dude,” Robin says. She turns to look at Max. “You think he’s hot? I’m not sure how reliable these two are when it comes to guys. They’ve both slept with Steve.”

“Hey!” you and Nancy say at the same time.

“Max thinks Steve is hot, too,” you add, to which Max nods her agreement.

“Ugh,” Robin groans, slouching down in her chair. “Still. Thoughts on Eddie, Max?”

“Yeah, he’s hot,” Max says. “Nice, too. Weird. But in a good way.”

“He plays DND with the boys,” Nancy says. “He had to be a little weird.”

“Has he met Everett yet?” Max asks.

“Technically, he met Everett before he met me,” you say. “When I first saw Eddie, Everett was talking his ear off.”

“Really?” Robin asks. “He wouldn’t talk to Vickie the first three times he met her.”

“I know,” you say. “I was shocked. But he was talking to him, looking at the rings he was wearing, and gave him a high five goodbye.”

“That’s a good sign,” Nancy says.

“How many dates until they get to spend actual time together?” Max asks.

You take a deep breath and rest your hands on the table in front of you. “I’m already trying not to get ahead of myself. We haven’t even had our first date yet and I already like him so much. So, I’m trying not to think about that yet.”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Robin says. “Not even when you had a crush on The Hair.”

“That’s because she always gushed to me about Steve,” Max says with a playful smile. “But Robin’s right. You never lit up like this when you talked about him.”

Nancy leans over and squeezes your arm. “I’m so excited for you. You deserve this.”

“Thanks,” you say as you eye the waitress appearing with the food for your table. “I hope you keep that in mind when you and Steve try to battle Ev into a bath tomorrow.”

“Shit!” Max grabs onto the handle above the car door, her other arm bracing herself against the dashboard.

“Sorry.” You wince as you pull out onto the highway. You’d always been a cautious driver – even more so when you became a mother – but with the prospect of seeing Eddie, you suddenly had a lead foot.

“I’d like to survive to walk across the stage at graduation next week, thank you very much,” Max says.

“Oh relax,” you say as you watch the speedometer lower to a more acceptable speed.

The thoughts in your brain were traveling faster than your car. What if Eddie isn’t home? What if he is? Will he think it’s weird that you wanted to come by and say hi? No, you tell yourself. He would’ve done the same thing. The fact that you’re so sure about that causes bubbles of excitement in your stomach and an unavoidable smile to appear.

“I like seeing you like this,” Max says.

“Hmm?” You look over at her as you reluctantly pull up to a red light.

“Happy,” she says. “I mean, I’ve seen you happy a lot. You’re generally in a good mood. But this is something different. Something extra.”

The smile on your face grows as the light turns green and you venture forward.

“It’s kind of scary,” you say, smile never faltering. “Like, a million ‘what ifs’ go through my head all the time. About him, about us, about me.”

“You think too much,” Max says. “Just…relax.”

“Oh, thanks. Now I’m perfectly at ease.”

Max ignores your sarcasm and adjusts her position in her seat now that your driving is no longer scaring her.

“I just mean that you don’t have to worry so much. You became a mom at eighteen. That’s how old I am now. Could you even imagine me doing that?” she asks.

“You could,” you tell her. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But you want to go to college, so I don’t recommend you and Lucas get into anything like that.”

“Okay, first of all, no. No babies for like, ten years at least for me. Second of all, yeah, I could do it. Now. You know why? I saw how you did it. I saw you take care of things I never even thought that you’d need to do. You knew Steve was there for you, you knew we were all there for you, and you let us help when you needed it. Eventually, anyway. You were stubborn at first.”

“That shouldn’t have been surprising,” you interject.

“Shut up,” Max says fondly. “You ignored the stupid people at school who threw mean looks your way or decided to open their big mouths. Even the teachers and their sly remarks. The way you handled it was amazing.”

“Because I knew I had you guys in my corner,” you tell her. “I had my gang behind me to always have my back. There’s no way I could’ve done any of it without you all.”

“Okay, but you still have us. So, see? If you can have a baby at eighteen, you can date a guy.”

“Why does the dating seem so much scarier?” you ask.

“Well, you already conquered being a new mom,” she points out with a shrug. “That was the scariest thing then. I remember because you told me so.”

“Yeah, but the baby wasn’t going to judge me,” you mumble.

“You really think Eddie is going to judge you?”

You sigh and drop your head back against the headrest.

“Not judge, I guess. I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling…”

“Insecure?” Max offers when you don’t finish. You nod and Max reaches over to squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t be. I know, easier said than done. But you have no reason to be. You’re smart, you’re sweet, you’re beautiful, you’re a kickass mom, and one of the best people I know. If he doesn’t see that he’s the biggest idiot. But it kind of sounds like he does see it, from what you’ve said.”

You give her a bashful smile as you turn into the trailer park.

“How are you so smart?” you ask.

“Oh, please,” Max says with a snort. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks out the front windshield. “That’s nothing new.”

With a chuckle of agreement, you pull your car to a stop in front of Max’s place.

“I was afraid to look,” you say, keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Is his van there?”

Max leans forward to look around you and smirks at what she sees. She turns your car off and pulls the keys out of the ignition. You turn to look at her and she tosses the keys in your lap.

“Take a look,” she says. “You’ll like what you see.”

Your stomach does a little flip before you turn your head in the direction of Eddie’s trailer. But it’s nothing compared to the giant swoop your stomach endures when you see Eddie, shirtless, working on a motorcycle. His hair is tucked up in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, just as it was when he worked on your car. It’s a hot June day so there’s a light sheen of sweat on his naked torso, bringing glistening attention to the tattoos adorning his skin. You’ve seen the ones on his arms from the previous times you had spent together, so your eye is drawn to the ones that have been hidden from you. From a spider near his collarbone, your gaze drifts to what appears to be the head of a demon, inked right over his heart. Eddie turns his body to reach for something on the other side of the black motorcycle, and it gives you a perfect view of the muscles rippling down his back.

Across his shoulder blades there’s a tattoo of a disjointed musical staff, notes dotting along the different lines. The music dances along his skin as he continues his work on the bike. Lower on his back, close to his right hip, there’s a tattoo that you have to squint to get a better view of. Your eyes strain to see a bolt of lightning shooting down, wrapped in barbed wire. From there, your eyes can’t help but keep going further down, landing on his ass, clad in tight black jeans.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“What?” you whip your head away from Eddie to look at Max, who looks like the cat who ate the canary.

“You’re going to cut yourself on your keys.” She nods down to your lap where your hand is gripping your keys so hard that each little groove leaves a deep dent in your skin. You drop the keys and realize most of the other muscles in your body have tensed up as well. With a deep breath, you attempt to calm your whole system.

“Okay, come on,” Max says, grabbing her door handle and pushing the door open. “Don’t think, just get out.”

Not giving yourself a chance to think, as Max said, you climb out of your door and close it behind you. Eddie doesn’t turn around, but you didn’t expect him to at the simple sound of a door slamming shut.

“Hey, Munson!” Max calls.

Well, that’s one way to do it, you think.

Eddie looks over his shoulder, eyes widening as they land on you. He turns his whole body to face you and he instantly drops his wrench and heads towards you. The closer he gets, the more you can see how his face is lit up, your head getting fuzzy from the sight.

“Look who I found,” Max says. She walks around to your side of the car and leans against the rear door. He barely spares a glance at her, making her smirk as she watches the two of you be infatuated with one another.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks with a grin. He opens his arms to you, and you see the hesitancy in his eyes as he realizes he’s sweaty. You don’t give him a chance to rescind the offer though, as you go in and wrap your arms around his bare waist. His arms encircle you as you rest your head against his shoulder. Should the smell of him all sweaty be gross? Because it’s not. It’s actually really hot.

“Driving Max home,” you tell him. “Didn’t know your neighbor was one of my best friends.”

“Mm, you’re friends with Red, huh?” you both pull back and he’s smirking at you. “Good. She could use a good influence in her life.”

Without turning around, you know Max is flipping him off. Eddie looks at her and chuckles, confirming your suspicion. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes to savor the sensation. His lips on your hands those times before felt amazing, but having them against your face? You’re not sure how you’ll survive when he finally kisses your lips.

“I didn’t know you rode a motorcycle,” you say.

Eddie turns his head to look over his shoulder at the bike before looking back at you.

“Yeah, got it a few years back. Didn’t work very well back then but now she’s at the top of her game,” he says.

“It looks good,” you say. The heat is already crawling up your face before you speak the next sentence. “And so do you.”

His smirk causes the red in your cheeks to deepen, and you wish you knew if the pink flush on his face was from exertion being out in the heat, or because of what you just said to him.

“Thanks, beautiful,” he says.

“You know,” you say as Eddie reaches down and takes each of your hands in his own. “Max was kind of bummed when she heard I had a date tomorrow.”

He frowns and looks over at her.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“She said she was bummed because she wanted to set me up with her neighbor,” you say with a giggle.

“How was I supposed to know you already met?” Max asks with a shrug.

“Well damn,” Eddie says. “Nice to know the universe had a backup plan if I didn’t meet you at Dustin’s. You’d make a good wingman, Red.”

“She knows her friends really well,” you say, smiling at Max over your shoulder.

“Alright,” Max says, pushing herself off your car. “I’ve had enough heart-to-hearts for the day. I’m heading inside.”

You let go of Eddie’s hands to give Max a hug. She hugs you back and pats your shoulder as she pulls away.

“No making out on my lawn, please. And for the love of God, use protection. I can’t babysit Everett and a baby sibling of his.”

“Max!”

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No Ordinary Fan [Part 1]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally gets to meet her favorite actor of all time, but something about her manages to grasp the successful actor’s attention.

AN: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.

“Okay. You got this. You’re going to go in there and look him dead in the eye as if he’s not the man of your dreams. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” Y/N stood in front of her bathroom mirror, undressed with only a towel to cover her as she gave herself a pep-talk. After being a fan of JDM for many years, she had finally been given the opportunity to interact with the actor at a meet and greet taking place in her city. This is something she had been looking forward to for weeks, but once the day finally came, she was overcome with anxiousness.

Once Y/N had finished her little speech, she stepped out of her bathroom and back into her room to get dressed. She already had the clothes she intended to wear laid out on her bed along with her accessories. It was a casual outfit, because she wasn’t the type to ‘dress up’ even if it was to meet her longtime crush. She figured that this was the perfect time to show off her t-shirt she had purchased from The Walking Dead merchandise store and her pants were regular blue jeans. Her accessories were also merch pieces dedicated to the popular tv show, but her most favorite were the hook earrings that resembled Negan’s bat she managed to find on Etsy. It only took a couple of minutes for her to be fully dressed, and now monitoring the time as she decided to put on a little makeup right before she heads out. In an effort to make it to the event on time, she quickly finished up and grabbed her things to leave, including the two Negan posters she wanted him to sign for her.

After rushing out of the house and spending a little over a half hour in aggravating traffic, she had finally made it to the building where the meet and greet was taking place. Her heart was racing as she made her way inside, still partly in disbelief about what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. Once she got inside, she went through the motions of gaining entry and was sent to stand in line with the rest of the fans. She made it relatively early, so the line was short enough to where she could see him sitting behind a table and interacting with a fan. Her composure began to unravel as she watched him speak from afar and tuning everything else around her completely out in the process.

Oh my God he looks so much better in person. His slicked back brown hair, salt and pepper beard, and don’t get me started about that smile. Y/N fangirled away in her head as the line grew shorter, and her excitement became more prevalent. Before she knew it, she was next in line behind the person that was standing in front of her. The man she had only fantasized about in her spare time, the one she referred to as her husband on social media, the Jeffrey Dean Morgan was sitting right there. She kept her eyes on him as she patiently waited her turn, and for a second, she could’ve sworn that he had glanced over at her a few times as he was speaking to the other fan. A few minutes later, the fan’s time was up, and it was now Y/N’s turn to introduce herself for the very first time. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face as she stepped forward, stopping in front of the table directly in front of him. Her ability to speak had been halted for unknown reasons, but still wore a big smile on her face.

“Well, hello there. What’s your name sweetheart?” His voice was deep and husky, on top of the nickname he called her, was gratifying all on its own. She realized she had been quiet for a little bit too long and snapped herself back into reality.

“I’m sorry, I’m- uh...my name is Y/N. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize Y/N. That is such a lovely name for a beautiful young lady such as yourself.” He spoke to her softly, giving her that killer smile of his. It was almost like he knew that he had a strong effect on her and used it to his advantage.

“Thank you. I’m such a huge fan and I love all your work.” She tried not to sound too cheerful, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

“Is that right?” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. “I see you got a TWD shirt, very nice. But is that what I think it is?” He brought his hands up to his ears and pinched his earlobes, indicating to Y/N that he is inquiring about her earrings.

“Oh! They’re Lucille earrings, I found them online.” She moved her hand behind her ear to push the jewelry forward, giving Jeffrey a better look.

“That’s fucking awesome. I can’t really see them from down here though, come closer so I can see them better.” He leaned forward onto the table, using his arms to support him as Y/N bent down to get closer to him. She was now at the same level he was as he remained in his chair, allowing him to touch the hooked earring in her left ear. He then let go of the earring and moved his face much closer to hers, putting his lips up to her ear.

“I’ve had my eye on you ever since you came in here.” Y/N audibly gasped, remaining still as he continued to whisper in her ear. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” He promptly moved back from Y/N, awaiting a response as she slowly brought herself up from the table.

She had a hard time grasping what she had just heard. He very clearly just told her that she caught his interest, and she still felt as if all this was some kind of fever dream. She turned around to see a line of people behind her, all of them being completely clueless about what was going on at that moment. The sound of the actor clearing his throat made her turn back around, seeing him tap his wrist as an indication that they were running out of time.

“Ok, yes. But how exactly are we supposed to do this?” She was whispering to prevent the people around them from hearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and slid the phone over to her on the table. He wanted her phone number, so she quickly put it in his phone and saved it under her name. She slid the phone back to him and he put it back into his pocket. Seeing that it was time to say farewell, he reached out and grabbed one of Y/N’s soft hands, giving her one last look with his lustrous, hazel eyes.

“It’s been really nice meeting you Y/N, and I hope to see you again very soon.” He brought his voice down to a whisper, “and I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here, okay?”

Y/N nodded her head in compliance, hanging on by a thread at the sight of him holding then releasing her hands from his grip. She waved goodbye to her idol as the event coordinator escorted her away. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t certifiable, and that his entire experience wasn’t all in her head. She pinched herself, gave herself a light smack on the face, and even asked the coordinator if she was dreaming. It all appeared to be happening in real time, and she was going to have a chance to get close to someone she once referred to as her baby daddy.

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hearts4golbach · 28 days

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 26.

johnnie ❤️: i'll be home in 15

johnnie ❤️: get dressed, we're going out :))

me: what?? uhm okay what should i wear

johnnie ❤️: it's nothing big, just dress casual cutie

me: okayy, i'll see you when you get here x

i scrambled out of bed and started rummaging through my closet. i grabbed my cutest pair of jeans and johnnies favorite shirt of mine, as he told me. i threw on my converse and ran to the bathroom to do quick hair and makeup. as i began brushing though my hair, i dialed tara's number.

it rang three times before her cheerful voice greeted me. "hey, y/n! what's up?"

"johnnie texted me and was like "get dressed, we're going out' and now i'm nervous. what if he takes me to a field and murders me or something?" i joked as i searched through my messy makeup bag.

i could in-vision the eye roll before she responded. "oh, whatever. it's a surprise date! that's so cute, honestly. never thought johnnie would be smart enough to come up with that."

i rolled my eyes, as well. "i suppose. i wonder where we're going. "i pondered aloud. "i'm so nervous." i added with a giggle.

"don't be nervous! it's just johnnie, he's your boyfriend." she emphasized.

"i'll try." i heard the front door open as i finished applying my mascara. "johnnie just got back, i gotta go! i'll keep you updated. wish me luck."

"good luck, even though you don't need it. bye!" she made a smooch noise before hanging up.

i walked out and met johnnie by the front door. he wrapped his arms around me gently and pulled me in for a hug. without letting go, he pulled back and placed a kiss on my lips. "ready to go?"

i nodded quickly. "let's go." his fingers intertwined with mine and we walked out the door. "so, where are we going?"

"it's a surprise." he whined, gripping my hand tighter.

"okay, fine." i caved. butterflies were building up in my stomach. i thought about all of the possible things we could be going to do as i stared out the car window.

we pulled up to a movie theater. the setting looked like something you'd see on pinterest. the sunset acted as a hall to the archaic looking theater. i quickly snapped a photo. i tagged johnnie and posted it to my instagram story.

a bright smile was plastered on johnnies face. "let's go."

i followed him inside as he revealed we were going to see the new ghost busters movie. johnnie has sort of revealed his true nerdy side, nearly fangirling and explaining how excited he was to see the movie with me. i was a huge fan of ghostbusters too, so we were in the same boat.

we bought a large bucket of popcorn, a fountain drink to share, and a few boxes of candy. johnnie and i were giddy, rambling to eachother how we grew up loving ghostbusters and how we hoped the movie wouldn't disappoint.

we had the best seats in the theater with a perfect view of the screen, not too close but not too far from the screen, either. we got situated and draped the blanket johnnie had brought over us. johnnies hand slithered under the blanket and rested on my thigh, making my stomach flip and heat grow between my legs. i wiggled under his touch, earning a smirk from him.

it was hard to keep my attention on the movie. as much as i wanted to focus and enjoy the movie, my mind kept wandering. if his hands kept going farther up.. he knew what i wanted. i wondered if he wanted the same thing. all i wanted in that moment was him and to see everything he was actually capable of. although, i wasn't sure if he knew i was a virgin. i began to worry, getting more anxious by the second. what if he had a problem with me being a virgin, and even then, if i told him, what if that wasn't his intent?

johnnie leaned over and whispered in my ear, "you okay?"

i gave him a weak smile, "yeah."

he turned his whole attention to me, "what's the matter, baby?"

i hesitated, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between us. "johnnie, i'm a virgin. you know that, right?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. "yeah? what about it? if you're not comfortable i-"

"no, i am. i just wasn't sure if that was a problem or anything." i sighed quietly. "i want it to be you, johnnie."

his eyes sparkled, "really? are you sure you're ready."

i nodded slowly. "yeah,"

he kissed my cheek, "okay."

as i began to calm down, i was able to actually watch the movie. my stomach was bubbling with excitement and anxiety. i thought about what would go down whenever we got home, and i hoped jake wasn't home.

johnnie gripped my hand tightly, leading me up to the front door. he kept whispering sweet compliments and comforting words in my ear. he quietly opening the door, calling out to see if jake was home. we ended up getting no response, so he was either asleep or out.

as soon as the door was. shut and locked, johnnies hands were on me. he gripped my waist and gently pushed me against the door, kissing me softly. i kissed him back harder, wanting to deepen the kiss. he took my signal, his tongue poking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i parted my lips slightly and our tongues danced with one another's.

johnnies hands snaked up my shirt. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "is this okay?"

i nodded eagerly, and in response he slipped my shirt over my head. his eyes trailed down my body, admiring every inch of my exposed skin. my lipped twitched and turned into a small smile as his eyes lit up with admiration along with lust. in a split second, his hands were back on my and trailing up my back. he gently kissed my neck, making sure not to miss any area.

as he began to unclip my bra, he whispered in my ear, "can i mark you?"

"yes," i sighed, "please." he smirked onto my skin as he began to suck a dark hickey onto the side of my neck. i let out a small moan, the stimulation a unique feeling. i tangled my hands in his hair, the other one tugging as the rim of johnnies band tee shirt. "c'mon, babe. take it off."

he did as i asked, only pulling away for a second to do so. i admired him in return, tracing the lines of his tattoos as i whispered sweet praises. he shivered under my touch, my still cold fingers sending shivers down his spine. his hands were cold as well, making my nipples harden as he began to palm my breasts. he lead me over to the bed, pecking my lips on the way.

my back landed on my bed and johnnie got to work taking off my jeans, constantly asking if i was okay with everything was doing. he gripped my thighs after tugging my jeans off all the way. "are you ready, pretty girl?" i nodded hesitantly, too stunned nd i'm awe of him and his body to speak. "i need a verbal yes."

"yes, please. i'm ready." i choked out. i reached down to unbuckle his black skinny jeans, revealing his hard cock that was covered by his tight boxers. he pulled down his boxers as i slid my panties off and tossed them to wherever the rest of our clothes were.

he caressed my hip as he ran his tip through my folds. he used my slick as lube, stroking his dick softly and letting out small moans. "just follow my lead," johnnie added finally before sliding his cock inside of me. i tensed up, the feeling so foreign my body wasn't sure how to react. "relax, baby, it'll hurt if you're tense."

he paused, letting me adjust to his size. i felt my body begin to relax as he massaged my thigh, whispering soothing words in my ear. "mkay' i'm ready."

he nodded before beginning to slowly thrust inside of me, sending shots of pain mixed with pleasure through my body. my hand flew over my mouth as low moans came out of my mouth. "are you okay?" i nodded in response, encouraging him to keep going. "you feel so good. does this feel good?"

he began to thrust faster, hitting a different angle inside of me. he let out quiet whimpers and moans. "oh my- yes, baby." i moaned, feeling his stretch me.

"that's it, just like that," he praised, "you're doing so good."

"oh, fuck." i moaned out as both of us got progressively more comfortable. he quickened his pace, the pain has begun to wither away to pure pleasure. it felt as if i couldn't get enough of him. he moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. my back arched at the new sensation. "that feels so fu- it feels so good."

"good, you're doing great." he choked out, keeping his pace up. i ran my hand down his chest while the other gripped his arm.

the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together. i felt the knot in my stomach begin to tighten. "johnnie, i think i'm gonna cum."

"me too, let go whenever," he sped up, thrusting deeper inside of me which sent me over the edge. strings of curses and moans flew out of my mouth as i felt my orgasm approaching.

my orgasm hit me like a truck, washing all over my body. i went limp, cherishing the feeling as johnnie pulled out and finished on my stomach before collapsing onto the bed next to me. we were in a pool of sweat and each other's... juices.. as we tried to catch our breath.

johnnie sat up only moments later. "let's go take a shower, yeah?"

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i-am-baechu · 6 months

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Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Chapter twenty-one: In & Out

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

→ Warnings for the chapter: Talks of depression and dark thoughts (If this is triggering please don’t read it)

→ Authors Note: If you are struggling in life please call 1-800-273-8255 or visit https://psychcentral.com/health/online-help-for-depression#list that has other resources to help you. You are never alone even if this world makes it seem like. Where there is love there is no darkness 💜

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.” – John Green

One of the worst things that can happen to someone is having their thoughts travel with no destination. It’s so dangerous but you don’t realize it until you have already left the train station. No matter what the weather is, nothing can change the feeling in your heart. The sun can shine through the window but there is no light in the compartment. Just darkness. The only way to escape is to pay the master gratitude and maybe then the sun could shine.

Y/N sat on the bed listening to the water hit the window. Pitter-patter. It was another rainy day in Korea and she couldn’t be bothered with the rain drops. They just keep reappearing. Rain is nice for others, it brings peace but for Y/N it's different. Each droplet contained a fragment of her life which is why she couldn’t look at the glass. It would make her remember or worse think. In moments like this, she was glad she had Jungkook in her life but today she didn’t want the comfort. She wanted the loneliness and she wanted to feel the nothingness at least then, nothing could hurt her.

Jungkook sat in the living room with the movie at a low volume. It’s been two weeks since Y/N left the guest room. He would come in and try to talk to her but she would just look at him with a blank expression. It was something he wasn’t used to from her and in all honesty it scared him. He felt his phone buzz and he picked it up, “Hyung...”

“Is she still in the room?”

Jungkook glanced up the stairs and sighed, “Yoongi, I don’t know what to do...I’m scared.”

“It’s been almost a month and she hasn’t talked to any of us. Maybe you should try again but this time be a little more firm.”

“Firm? Is that the right action, especially how she is now?”

“Okay, not firm...I guess just tell her your concerns and talk about more therapy.”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed Bam’s head with a small smile, “I’ll try...I’ll talk to you later.”

“Good luck.”

Jungkook sighed and stood up from the couch. He glanced at a photo of Y/N and him at the beach. It was cloudy that day but that didn’t stop them from going. She wore his sweater and they looked out towards the water. That day, he saw a small look of Y/N’s mind. She talked about how she wasn’t sure how she felt and everything was confusing. The one thing that would never change no matter what, Jungkook wouldn’t be with her. One day at a time, he told her.

He tossed his phone on the couch and smiled at Bam, “Stay.”

The big dog nodded his head and laid on the couch watching his master go up the stairs. With each step, Jungkook glanced at the photos that were placed on the wall. Each photo told their story, the moments that made his heart flutter no matter what. Like the moment when Y/N surprised him for his birthday in the dance studio or when Jungkook surprised her with roses on her birthday. Moments that made him know that this was worth it.

He gently knocked on the door and slowly opened it to see Y/N staring at the wall. Something he grew accustomed to seeing. He closed the door quietly and sat on the bed. He gently rubbed her leg which was covered with the black blanket, “Babe...can we talk?”

“Mmmm...”

He glanced down at the carpet and started playing with his fingers, “I think you should go to therapy more...”

“What’s the point?”

His eyes widened when he heard this and glanced at her. This was the first time she answered him with words, “What do you mean what’s the point?”

She slowly got up and stared down at the blanket, “It won’t help me at this point...I think I’m too far gone.”

“Babe, what do you mean?”

She glanced up at him and then back at the blanket, “There was a night at the hospital....Jeongguk I almost died.”

His eyes drifted to the blanket but he shook his head. He scouted closer to Y/N and placed his hand on top of hers, “Baby-”

“Jeongguk, have you ever experienced a near-death experience?”

“Well...once at this concert but that doesn’t matter right now.”

She sighed and glanced at the window, “I met him, death...in my subconscious. I was in this beautiful house as he spoke to me like I was an old friend...well, I am one to him. I could’ve grabbed his hand and let everything be over. There was a part of me that wished I did because I’m just...I’m so tired Jeongguk...so tired.”

Jungkook gripped her hand tighter and rubbed her knuckles softly, “Y-Y/N...I know things-”

“Jeongguk, someone tried killing me because I love you. Before that I was already going through things...the thought of being a mother scared me and just me wanting...”

“Wanting what?”

She looked at his face and a tear fell down, “I wanted to die Jeongguk...Everything was too much and I just couldn’t handle it. I hate that I felt like that because I had so much support from my friends but I-I...I just couldn’t.”

Jungkook bit his lip and held back his tears because right now wasn’t the right time to cry. She needed him to be strong, “Baby, I can get you help-”

“Jeongguk, I love you so much...I don’t think I can be here anymore.”

His eyes widened at this and he stared at her, “What do you mean?”

“I want to go back to my mom...I need to leave Korea for a while.”

He nodded his head at this and glanced down at the carpet, “Do you want to...do you want to break up?”

She glanced at him and shook her head, “No...I don’t want to break up. I think it would be best if I stayed with my mom for a while...like a month.”

He nodded his head and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “If you want that then I’ll support you. I’ll always be here for you.”

She leaned forward, having her head on his chest, “I love Jeon Jeongguk.”

“I love you L/N Y/N.”

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Jungkook sat in the dance room with his head between his legs. The night before was weighing on him heavily. That night, he slept with Y/N in the guest room. She cried into his chest as he rubbed her back hiding his own tears. Hearing the person you love wants to end their life was something he wished on no one.

“I knew you were going to be in here.”

He looked up to see Namjoon with a bottle of water and a soft smile, “Hey...”

Namjoon sat next to him and set the water next to him. He let out a small sigh and leaned back on the glass, “I heard you talked to Y/N last night.”

Jungkook nodded his head at this and looked at Namjoon with a blank expression, “Y/N is going back to her mom's for a month.”

“That sounds good for her...what happened with the conversation?”

“She told me something...”

Namjoon nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “You can tell me anything Jungkook.”

“When she was in the hospital...she almost died. She told me that she saw death and they talked...she also said she wanted to die but she chose differently.”

Namjoon's eyes widened at this and put his water next to him to give him his full attention, “What?”

“Y/N said she wanted to die and I think she basically had a mental breakdown because of what happened.”

“That makes sense, Jungkook...someone tried killing her. She is also dealing with it at work, it's a lot for one person.”

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, “I know...I hate myself that I didn’t notice it.”

“Jungkook, you can’t put this pressure on yourself. I think you always knew she was having a hard time.”

“I did but I-I just didn’t notice how bad it was...if I noticed it maybe I could’ve helped her sooner.”

Namjoon placed his hand on his shoulder and brought him in a hug, “It’s not your fault...it's the people out there that are doing this to you guys.”

Jungkook finally let his emotions break through and he started crying in his chest, “I-I just want to be happy with her. I want to spend my life with her and experience everything with her. Why can’t the world let me be happy?”

“Shh...it’s okay Jungkook. It’s okay.”

“Wh-When I find the person that did this to her, it’s going to be war.”

Namjoon nodded his head as he rubbed his back, “We’ll be by your side. No one messes with us.”

That night when Jungkook came home, he saw Y/N in the kitchen drinking some tea. She looked so tired and it broke his heart to see her like this. He placed his things on the table and walked towards her. She glanced up and gave him a small smile, “Hey, you.”

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?”

She glanced down at her mug and then back at him, “I made tea. My mom told me to make it, she said it would make me feel better.”

“That's good, baby. When do you want to leave?”

She walked towards him and leaned her body against his, “I was thinking Friday...”

“Friday? That’s in three days.”

“I thought the faster I go, the faster I come back.”

He nodded his head and kissed the top of her head, “If that’s what you want...I’ll be here waiting for you. I’ll give you space.”

“I don’t want that much space, Kook.”

“We’ll get through this.”

“We will.”

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