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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Fourteen - The Final Chapter

a/n: Here it is, the end. I am already so sad that this story is over. Thank you for your patience, and thank you for reading 💕

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pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: 9.2k this chapter

final summary: It's really just been a series of imperfect moments that led to this.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, mentions of sex and sexual situations, language, mention of drinking, mushy fluff, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, little bit of cum play, oral sex (m. and f. receiving, lots of it), biting as always, pneumonia sorry

“I really do love it, darling. It’s perfect.”

Josh is doodling on one of the pages of a leather bound journal, adding notation that you can’t read from your seat across the aisle. You wish you could say you’d come across it at some quirky boutique, but you’d known what you wanted and ended up ordering his Christmas present online. It was hand-crafted and you’d had it personalized with his initials stamped into the Napa.

To your left in the window seat, Jake is flipping through the pages of a worn paperback. His gift had been significantly less expensive than Josh’s, and you’d serendipitously come across it at a thrift store. You’d watched a glimmer of recognition pass over his features as he’d torn into the wrapping paper and revealed the title.

Treasure of the Atocha: A Four Hundred Million Dollar Archaeological Adventure

Insecurity had set in as he lifted it to show his family, prompting you to mumble an explanation.

“You know, that one necklace. The, um, silver one you wear sometimes? It’s an Atocha coin- you know that already. The book, it’s about the search for the treasure. From the shipwreck. I saw it and thought of you…”

You’d trailed off as he’d stared at you, your cheeks and chest warm with self-consciousness but it wouldn’t last long. Before you could say anything else, he’d reached out and pulled you in with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, kissed you so hard you could barely breathe. Unconcerned about his parents and siblings in the room and reluctant to let the moment end, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you.”

Remembering that morning now, you lean back in your seat and smile to yourself. It really had been pretty perfect, but you’re happy to be headed home.

The new year came and went, celebrated with a relatively tame get-together at the twins’ house, that still managed to end with you and Danny carrying Josh to bed before fighting a bottle of tequila and a Roman candle out of Jake’s hands. Sam remained blissfully unaware and unhelpful, passed out on the living room floor by the time you had Jake leaning heavily into your side as you guided him up the stairs.

Life was busy in the following weeks, but mostly for the guys. With a huge tour looming and new music already being written, you spent a lot less time with them than you’d grown used to, and your time together seemed to move too quickly. Jake never forgot his promise though.

I’m all in.

Jake K: We’re gonna be here late, I can tell

Me: ☹️☹️☹️

Me: It’s ok, I figured you would be

Jake K: I’m sorry love. Can I still come over after?

Me: I HAVE to get some sleep, work in the morning

Jake K: You can go to bed, I’ll be quiet. I just wanna sleep next to you

You’d given him a key. It had worked out in his favor so far, and it was almost worth going to bed alone to wake up next to him in the morning.

“Mm, just call out… fuck, keep doing that.”

He’s got one knotted handful of your hair and the other one is white-knuckling your sheets. You can’t reply with words, your mouth otherwise occupied with his dick throbbing against your tongue that’s dragging up the length of it from the base.

“We can stay in bed today, don’t go to work.” You watch through your eyelashes as he swallows, his head thrown back and sunk into your pillow, throat exposed to you. When you pull off of him with a final flick of your tongue to the head, he groans and cracks an eye open.

“Why are you stopping, pleasepleaseplease don’t stop.”

“Jake…” Your lips pressed to the soft skin of his stomach. “You have to work today too.” Another wet kiss, just above his navel. “But…” Crawling further up his body, another kiss, right over his heart before you’re nose to nose.

“…You sound so pretty when you beg.”

A growl rumbles past his lips before they’re on yours, hard and fast and then he’s got you flipped onto your back. You’ve hardly caught your breath before you feel the tip of his cock pressed against you, still slick from your mouth and slipping through your own wetness. He practically moans his next words into your ear, sliding inside you slowly.

“Please call out today, sweetheart. Stay with me.”

He’s laying it on thick, meekness and desperation in his tone, his bottom lip poked out in a pout when he pulls back to look into your eyes. For good measure, he adds a soft I miss you and his best puppy dog eyes.

“Pffft!” The laughter bursts forth without restraint and he joins you in it, a quiet chuckle and sly tilt to his lips even as he props himself over you and starts to roll his hips. Your giggles catch in your throat on a sigh.

“Ohh… you know I can’t. Makes me feel guilty.” Even as you’re rejecting the idea, your hands are roaming the warm skin of his back and your legs are circling themselves around his waist.

Determined to get his way, he brings one of his own hands to the outside of your thigh and squeezes, drawing them tighter to his body as his thrusts pick up speed.

“Fuck that job.” He feels your nails sink into his skin. “Quit.” A heel digs into his ass, the sound of his hips colliding with your thighs gets louder. “I’ll just be your sugar daddy.”

“Jake!” His eyes light up, bright and warm as the notes of your laughter float up to him from the mattress.

“You think I’m joking, but you like that idea.” Leaning close again, you can feel his breath across your lips so you pucker them, a silent request. “I felt your pretty cunt squeeze me, you want me to spoil you, love?” He captures the kiss you’re offering and absorbs your hum of confirmation. His hips slow until each stroke draws its own gasp or whimper from you, playing composer and instrumentalist of the music you’re making for him.

Forehead dropped to yours, he lets his gaze fall between your bodies, zeroing in on the skin just below your hip bone. There’s a crease there at the joint, where your legs are spread wide and wrapped around him. He releases his grip on your thigh to move higher and slide his thumb through the soft fold. His cock pulses inside you.

“Fuck babe, I’m gonna cum-“ It’s a warning just a heartbeat before it happens, you can feel the beginnings of your own orgasm fade away as his hips stutter and then still. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, not before-“

You reach up to tuck strands of his hair behind his ear and rest your palm against a rosy cheek. “It’s okay, baby. I need to get ready for work anyway.” He slips out of you and shifts like he’s going to let you out from beneath him, but his arms keep you caged in and he shifts down your body instead, landing on his stomach between your thighs. “Jake, no we don’t have time-“

“Give me two minutes.” You’re not allowed to argue, his mouth already attached to your cunt. A man of his word, he focuses his attention to your clit, sensitive and already swollen. Hands shooting to the back of his head, you hold him there as your muscles constrict and your back arches. You can feel his release begin to leak from you, picturing the pearlescent liquid moving over your pink flesh in your mind.

“Fuuuck, keep going keepgoing!”

A grunt against your skin and then his lips open over you and suck you in, a lewd slurp of your juices… and his. You think he’s going to stop when he realizes what he’s done, but when you lift your head to look at him, his eyes are already on your face. With a knowing lift of his eyebrows, he licks a long, slow stripe through the mess he’s made. It ends with a flick to your clit, and you can see it there, glistening on his tongue.

The moan that rolls out of you is animalistic, feral.

He does it again, dipping inside you for more this time before pulling his face away.

You haven’t taken your eyes off of him, but he makes sure you’re watching.

His lips open, pink and slick and you can just barely see his tongue move behind them before he purses them, and spits it directly onto your clit.

“Fuck Jake!”

You’re plummeting over the edge before he even buries his face back into you, sucking and lapping at you sinfully until you have to push him away. When his head pops up from between your legs, the lower half of his face is a mess, he drags the back of his hand across his grin just before you’re grasping at him and pulling him back up to you.

His kiss tastes like him. And you. The mixture is heady and improper and your tongue is greedy for it as it swirls against his. You stretch out your shoulder from beneath his weight, searching blindly for your phone with one hand as he breaks away.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling out of work.” Your fingers are already moving over the screen, typing up an excuse. “Not quitting, but I’m definitely not going in today.”

His laugh cracks out and bounces off the walls of your tiny bedroom, his head thrown back and the smile on his face stretching wide as he props himself up to lean on an elbow.

“That’s my fucking girl, I love you.”

He’s still shaking with laughter, you’re still typing. “I love you too, baby.”

Your thumb lands on the arrow, message sent before you realize. His body stills beside you. Slowly, you turn your head to face him over your shoulder. He’s already looking at you, eyes wide.

“What did you say?”

He breaks first, in slow motion you watch the corners of his mouth tug upward and curl, smile lines sinking deep as he beams at you. Oh, how long he’s been waiting for this. Scrambling to sit up, his legs fold under him and he pulls you up too. When your eyes are focused on him, he reaches forward and gently picks up both of your hands to hold in his, and he says it again.

“I love you, sweetheart. I’m sorry it took me so long-“

“Don’t. Please don’t apologize. I’m so in love with you…” A relieved giggle bubbles from your throat. “I love you! Oh my god, that feels good. Say it again.”

He does, over and over, between lingering kisses and long moments spent entwined with you, fingers drawn leisurely over the dips and curves that make up his favorite parts of you. With nowhere else to be, it’s a long time before you leave the nest of your blankets.

It’s already early afternoon when you’re both seated at your pub table, sharing love-sick glances over the rims of your coffee cups. You’re still naked aside from Jake’s tan button up hanging loose and open over your frame, Jake had opted to simply pull the sheet from your bed and wrap it around his waist.

“Can I ask you something?”

Jake nods as he swallows a sip and places his mug on the table.

“When did it happen?” You begin to pick nervously at your nails, knowing that whatever he says is probably not going to be what you expect.

“When did what happen, love?”

“Ya know, when did you… know?”

He remembers being in almost this exact position before. Having a drink with you, at this table, considering his next move. Instead of an abbreviated version of the truth, he gives you the entire story as it’s written in his mind.

“Well… by April, not this past April but the one before, I knew that I wanted you.” He’d been a month or so deep into the façade of hating you at that point, and he can see that realization move across your expression. “It was a really small thing at our place, for our birthday. I used to try and avoid you when you were there most of the time, but I watched you that day, fawning over Josh. I could see it in your eyes, that you had feelings for him. You were really very obvious about it.”

You groan and drop your face into your hands, a little ashamed of your naïveté. Jake waits patiently for you to look back up at him, which you do sheepishly.

“I knew that day that he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings, whatever it was that you wanted from him. He wasn’t gonna give it to you. I knew that if I were him, I would’ve taken the opportunity you were presenting on a silver platter. I would’ve had you in my bed every night, looking at me like that.”

Your head is nodding absently, an almost forlorn look on your face that’s pulling the corners of your lips into a barely there frown. All of that time, wasted. His intention isn’t to make you sad, he keeps talking.

“It sort of just… went on like that. For a while. Me wanting you, you snarling or frowning or rolling your eyes at me anytime I dared to speak. But you came to watch us play, and you smiled up at me on purpose. I could tell it was some kind of power move, so I upped the ante. I’m sorry about that, by the way. What I did backstage.”

You laugh it off. “Don’t be. I think it turned out okay.”

He smiles in response. “It did. Still, it wasn’t… nice of me. It was mean, and intentional, but after I’d gotten my hands on you I knew once wouldn’t be enough. I dreamt about fucking you that night, jerked off thinking about you the next morning.”

He chuckles when your cheeks turn pink.

“The next night, at that party, I suppose I had hoped I could shock some reality into you. That you’d just see that I was better for you. But you started crying and it broke my heart. Right before I kissed you, that was when I knew that sex probably wouldn’t be enough for me, but it was what you were willing to accept.”

Your smile is soft, remembering what had been one of the worst nights of your life as something more hopeful. The way he tells it from his perspective is addicting, it’s rare to pull this many words from him at any given time and his voice is quiet, his tone thoughtful. You reach a hand out over the surface of the table to place it over his.

“I do realize that none of that is an answer to what you asked. I just thought you should know.”

He smiles with that, your favorite one, just for you.

“Keep going…” Your own voice is not much more than a whisper.

“I’m getting there. Ya know, there’s a handful of these like… just almost perfect moments that stand out. Really good moments that I’d somehow fuck up, or almost fuck up. Times that had me thinking about every word before I said it, because I knew I was going to embarrass myself. Because I knew I was undeniably and irrevocably in love with you, only four days after I left here for the first time.”

“Jake!” He just grins at you, pleased with his admission. “That’s not true!”

“It is. I swear on Josh’s life. And he’ll tell you himself, I think he knew way before he ever asked me about it. Way before I’d admit it, even to myself.”

You can feel your jaw hanging slack, mouth ajar in disbelief. “I… don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, please don’t tell me when it happened for you. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, I think.”

Silently, you stand from your chair and slide yourself onto his lap, looping your arms loosely around his neck. His hands keep you secure there, wrapping themselves over each hip as he looks up at you.

Brushing a thumb over it lightly, you ask him, “Did you know I love it when you do this little grin?” Your words cause it to stretch, just a little wider. “You looked just like this when you smiled back at me, on stage, in front of all those people but it was just for me.”

“There is only ever you, for me.”

He’d made love to you again in the shower, unable to wait until the suds had even been rinsed from your body. Slipping against you, your face and tits pressed into the tile with fingers grasping to find purchase on the slick surface, his hands and hips kept you where he wanted you. His teeth worked to coax fresh rosebuds to the surface of your skin, nipping across your shoulder, soothing each one with a kiss and breaths of hushed words.

Mine. My love. I love you.

The sun had eventually disappeared from the sky, replaced by moonlight as you were stretched out over the length of your couch with your head in Jake’s lap. About halfway through The Goonies, which he’d described as “one of the greatest films about pirate treasure of all time”, he called out your name quietly. Your actual name, not love or sweetheart.

You turn your face up to him and find him looking very serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing, my life’s pretty perfect at the moment.” He looks around the room and back down to you, confirming that he’s right, it’s perfect. “I was thinking though… wouldn’t it make a lot of sense if you just moved in with me?” When your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, he adds, “Me and Josh, into our house.”

You shoot up from his lap and twist until you’re cross-legged on the cushion next to him. “What?”

“Hear me out, and I mean this, we’re leaving soon and we’ll be away more than we’re home. For a while. Wouldn’t you rather have our whole house to yourself than be here, alone?”

Ouch.

It’s a harsh truth and it’s coming your way, quickly. You know that.

“You can stop paying rent. You could work less and fly out with us sometimes. You could be around all of our stuff, sleep in Josh’s bed when you miss him more than me.” He’s trying to keep it light-hearted, but you can still feel the sincerity rolling off of him. He’s serious.

It’s your turn to survey the room. You know it’s kind of a shithole apartment, with your entire life packed into its six-hundred or so square feet.

But that’s not true, is it? The best parts of your life live outside of these walls.

“Okay.”

“Okay. Okay?”

“Yes. You’re right, it kinda makes sense. I can’t do it right away, I have to give notice here. What am I gonna do with my furniture? It’s all secondhand, it’s not super important to me but I have to figure out how to get rid of it. Pack and move everything else. Would you have time to help me? Maybe we can ask the other guys- What?”

He’s just been watching you ramble, watching the gears turn in your head and the words spill out as you think of them.

“You’re sure? I was expecting you to have to think about it…”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Maybe not enough?”

“The last time I thought about something, maybe not enough, I ended up with you.”

Half of his mouth curls up into a smirk. “Fair point.”

“Shouldn’t you… I dunno, talk to Josh about this though?”

He tugs you back to his cushion on the couch and tucks you under his arm until you’re curled into his side, turns his face back to the movie.

“It was his idea.”

You’d started planning and packing the very next evening, notice given to your leasing office and less than two months before the guys leave for Michigan again. Within two weeks, most of your earthly possessions had found new homes in the twins’ house and your furniture, left behind in an otherwise empty apartment, was sitting there waiting to be sold or donated.

It had been strange at first, spending all of your time there, falling asleep and waking up there every day. Most of your time with Jake had been spent in your space, but you figured that this was your space now. It would take some getting used to.

More than once, Jake had stopped you on your way out of the bedroom.

“You don’t have any pants on, sweetheart.”

It was nice though, being with Josh. They were both busier than ever, so much of their time poured into their music, their upcoming performances, but at the end of the day they both came home to you.

You had missed him more than you’d realized.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to Michigan, darling? It’s still snowing up there. We could go ice skating again.”

“I can’t take the time off, Josh. Not yet. Also the entire state is going to be crawling with Greta Van Fleet fans, we’re not going ice skating any time soon.”

“I suppose that’s true. So, when are you planning to fly out to us?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t even told my job that I’m planning on cutting my hours yet. All of this happened so fast.”

“You should’ve just quit. I know you care about your job, in the way that any of us care about responsibility, obligation and money… but you don’t love it. You’d be fantastic at artist management, actually. Look how well you keep the two of us in line, we’d be lost without you!”

He’s joking, you think, but he’s not entirely wrong. You don’t exactly have a passion for what you do, you’ve just been doing it for so long. And quitting without a plan is just not in the cards.

They flew out two days later for a solid three week stretch of shows, dates scheduled back to back for most of it. The twins had FaceTimed you after the first one, still high on adrenaline, Sam’s distinct laughter loud in the background. The next day, a day off, Jake had tucked himself away in his bunk on the bus and called. Your conversation was subdued and unhurried, knowing that you wouldn’t have many opportunities like this in the coming weeks.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

You don’t hear from them much in the next couple of days, a few texts when they have a moment, updates when they can. Jake calls on their days off, waiting until he knows you’re home from work. You’re not expecting it when Josh texts to tell you that he and Jake both had woken up feeling under the weather, only six days in, two shows canceled and rescheduled. Just like that. Neither of them answer your calls, undoubtedly heartbroken over disappointing their fans. Jake sends you one text that day, knowing his brother had broken the news to you.

Jake K: I hate this. I wish you were here.

You cry yourself to sleep, their pain is your pain.

The abrupt ringing of your phone wakes you up. 5:17am.

“Josh?” You have to clear your throat and try again. “Josh, it’s early, are you okay?”

Even through the fog of sleep you can tell he’s upset. “I’m fine, better, actually. Um, darling… it’s Jake.”

Your stomach twists into a knot instantly, you’re shoving the comforter away and moving to stand.

“We had to take him to the hospital.”

The air leaves your lungs, you couldn’t stand if you tried.

“What?” It hardly passes your lips as more than a squeak.

He goes on to tell you that Jake had woken himself up coughing, unable to catch his breath, in pain. The doctors hadn’t been able to diagnose him yet, but they’re trying.

You’d cut him off there, told him you were coming.

He’d stopped you, told you to wait until they figured out what was wrong.

The following hours passed slowly as you waited for information. Jake, still having difficulty breathing, wasn’t able to call. His texts to you were dismal, sad and infrequent as he waited for a diagnosis that turned out to be pneumonia.

Four days. Four days he’d lain in a hospital bed, struggling to breathe and Josh had refused to fly you out, day after day.

“Darling, we’re bringing him home as soon as they let him out. He seems to think he’s going to be able to play, but it’s not happening.”

He’d come home a little thinner, pale, still coughing and short of breath. It had taken weeks for him to feel well enough to even leave the house, you and Josh there to answer to his beck and call, though Josh had tired of it after about a week.

“He’s a grown man, he can walk himself to the kitchen if he wants a damn popsicle.”

“Joshua. He would do anything for you if you needed him. Have some empathy.”

You’d taken Jake the popsicle and found him sitting at his desk, an ostentatious antique with an even more pretentious wingback chair to match, scribbling on an unlined sheet of paper.

“Baby? What are you up to?”

He delicately finishes a sentence, the sound of the pencil’s lead moving over the paper hits your ears before he drops it to the desktop. “Writing them a letter, they deserve to hear from me.”

They. His fans, disappointed but concerned for his health, had shown an outpouring of love and well wishes for him online that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Looking over his shoulder, you find about half a page of flowery words explaining the progress of his recovery, rescheduled dates, and his thanks.

“They’ll like this, I think. It’s way better than those ugly blocks of texts you guys use to deliver bad news… They’re kind of impersonal, ya know?”

He coughs into the crook of his elbow before answering, a dry sound, already much better than the thick, painful sounding cough he’d come home with.

Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, he answers you, “I know, and I hate doing that to them.”

You watch him pick up the pencil again and finish it off with a line about their long awaited reunion, dropping lower and signing off with his name. He scans his own words for a second before peeking up at you and finally snatching his popsicle from your fingers. “It’s pretty good, right?”

“I think it’s very good, Jake. All of your love, huh?”

You’re referring to his sign off, heartfelt and dramatic, as he’s been known to be.

All My Love,

Jake

“Jealous, sweetheart?” There’s a playful sort of twinkle in his eyes as he grins up at you, that you’re grateful to see after so many days of the sadness that you’ve found there.

“Shut up and eat your popsicle.”

You treat him like he’s fragile until he can’t take it anymore, but the first time you’d tried anything physical since he’d come home, he came so violently down your throat that it sent him into a coughing fit that left him red in the face and unable to breathe. He’d tried in the days and weeks since, more than once you’d awoken with his hands moving over you, sometimes already rubbing soft circles into you over your underwear. He would beg you to let him make you cum, and you would, but only with his fingers.

Eleven days before they were scheduled to leave for South America, he jumped you as soon as you got home from work. Cleared with a clean bill of health, excited to get back on the road but desperate for you, he attached his lips to yours, wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you off the ground. With your ankles locked behind his back, he carried you blindly up the stairs without breaking from your kiss.

He’d fucked you, fast and dirty, bending you to his will and tossing you around the bed. Simply because he could. You’d cum hard at his command, the orgasm ripping a scream from your lungs that he’d been aching for, triggering his own that pulled a sound akin to a roar from his mouth.

Sweating, chests heaving and bodies sprawled across the sheets, you’d come down silently aside from a pleased chuckle from Jake.

From the hallway outside the bedroom door, Josh’s voice had rung out, coming in and then fading out as he’d passed and headed down the stairs.

“So glad to hear you’re feeling better, but that was absurd. Keep that shit to yourselves!”

You almost felt bad but for the next week, the sex was savage. And loud. On their birthday, Josh had presented you with what he referred to as “a gift to myself.” He pulled up an email confirmation on his phone and flipped it around, dropping it into your hands.

“You’re staying in a hotel tonight?”

“No, you two animals are staying in a hotel tonight. I will be sleeping soundly in my bed. And it will be quiet.”

You didn’t argue, just sighed and wrapped your arms around him. He stopped you when you started to apologize for the noise.

“I knew what I was signing up for when I floated the idea of you moving in, darling. I also know that you’re still wrapped up in this little honeymoon phase, and it’ll pass. Now get out, enjoy yourselves and leave me in peace!”

You’d run upstairs to pack a small bag before telling Jake what your new plans for the evening were. Digging through what was now your underwear drawer, looking for something worthy of the birthday boy, it had dawned on you.

All you packed was a change of clothes for the morning, and the oversized black band tee. His band.

Ultimately, Jake had been correct about a few things. You were ecstatic for them to be going back to South America and Mexico, to be performing again with arguably the biggest rock band in the world, their excitement had been contagious but it didn’t take long for you to miss them, and being in a house full of their things actually did help. Some. There were even a couple of nights spent in Josh’s bed, but not exactly because you missed him more.

You missed Jake so badly that it physically hurt, the scent of him in your shared bed made your chest ache, sometimes so deeply that it prevented you falling asleep. On one of those nights, tucked under Josh’s comforter, you were scrolling mindlessly through the Greta Van Fleet tag on Instagram. Already knowing that some of the things you would find there would be… odd, you scrolled and scrolled. From experience, you also knew you would find fan photos, people who’d met them or seen them out and about. Jake had told you that they were meeting people everywhere they went, and you found the evidence of that just like you’d easily found the picture of yourself in the Christmas store.

Both of the twins had been sending you their own pictures as they made their way through Chile, Argentina and Brazil, usually of distinct landmarks, exotic flowers, or beautiful blue bodies of water. But you’d started a collection of saved photos, the few that they’d sent of themselves, or each other.

As you scrolled, shifting from Instagram to your camera roll, you noticed something. Back to Instagram, you search for the band’s account and look closely at everything posted since they got to Chile. Pinch, zoom, yep. There it is. Back to your camera roll. Every picture Josh had sent you of his twin, knowing you needed them, many times taken without his knowledge.

The silver necklace, the coin. It would appear that he hasn’t taken it off since he’s been gone. It’s curious, and you’re not sure why it had caught your eye aside perhaps from the fact that it simply hasn't been his regular jewelry of choice since you’ve known him. You’re fairly certain that you understand his mind pretty well at this point, and you decide that this is deliberate. You make a mental note to remember to ask him about it before a fatigued yawn grips you.

With your eyes squeezed closed, you can feel how you’ve strained them staring at your phone in the dark of Josh’s room. Before you lock the screen for the night, you open your messages and choose the thread at the top.

Me: I love you baby

You had said your goodnights hours ago, intending to go to sleep and failing. You’re not expecting a response, but you keep typing.

Me: Will this ever get easier?

You’re awoken in the morning, entirely too early, by the ringing of your phone. Startled into consciousness, the fear hits you first, the memory of Josh’s call from Michigan still fresh in your mind. You scramble to reach for it, noting the time is actually after nine, and the name and photo on the screen are Jake’s.

Nervously, quietly, you answer. “Hello?” Met at first with silence, you try again. “Jake?”

His voice bleeds from the speaker, low in volume but directly into your ear, and as soon as you hear it your vision blurs.

“I can’t promise that it gets easier, sweetheart. I don’t know the answer to that. But I can promise you that whatever you’re feeling… I feel it too.” He waits for your response, but the soft sound of your breath hitching comes over the line. “Please don’t cry, baby, you’re breaking my heart over here.”

He listens to you weep, a melancholy mixture of quiet sobs and sniffles, offering you words that he hopes are comforting and wishing he had you in his arms.

“I- I’m sorry. You don’t need this right now, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t be sorry, love, just.. do me a favor?”

You sniffle again, swiping your fingertips across the wet streaks left on your cheeks. “What?”

“Tell me you love me, tell me you’re all in.” You repeat his words back to him, and you mean them. He smiles to himself, a grin that you can’t see. “That’s all that matters. I’ll be home in a week.”

Seven days and thirteen hours later, he’s on his knees between your legs, wrinkled linen shirt discarded somewhere on the floor nearby and quickly joined by your leggings. He’s working on your panties, his hands are impatient as they drag the lace past your hips and down your thighs, his lips are hungry as they follow the trail of goosebumps left behind by his fingers.

From your seat at the edge of the bed, leaned back on your palms, you watch him move. The apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose are faintly freckled from the Mexican sun, the first thing you’d noticed when you’d cupped his face in your hands this morning, as soon as he’d unfolded his frame from the car in the driveway. There’s also a distinct V of tanned skin down the center of his chest, his shoulders and arms still pale. The silver necklace still hangs there, apparently his new favorite.

When your underwear are slipped free from your feet, you watch him bring them to his face, balled in one of his fists. His eyes meet yours just as he buries his nose into them and breathes you in.

You don’t bother with an objection because his eyelids flutter and the honey of his irises disappears as his eyes roll back, and you feel your pussy pulse in response. When his eyes open and refocus on you, they’re nearly black.

He tosses the panties over his shoulder and skates his fingers up the backs of your legs, up your calves and settles his palms onto your knees.

“Y’know those dreams that are so… vivid that you can smell them?” His hands slip inward and slowly push your knees farther apart as you hum in acknowledgment. “I had dreams like that when we were gone, I dunno what’s in the air down there but I think it was affecting my brain.” Spreading your legs as far as they’ll go, his hands continue their journey up the insides of your thighs and he watches you open to him, revealing your arousal glistening between the folds. “I could smell your shampoo, the lotion on your skin.” He brings his face closer to your core, close enough to feel the heat rolling off of your body, closing his eyes and taking another deep inhale through his nose. You run a hand through the hair falling over his ear and sink your fingers into the tresses, guiding his face up to look at you again. “I could smell your cunt, I swear I could taste it. I’d wake up with my mouth watering and my dick pounding.”

Lost for words, all you can manage is a whisper. “Stop teasing.” You use your grip against his scalp to pull him into you, his soft chuckle rippling over your already sensitive flesh.

He savors you, his movements slow and intentional as his tongue drags over every inch of you, your lips sucked past his own as the flavor of you coats his taste buds.

With a hand lifted and placed to the center of your chest, still covered by the soft cotton of one of his old t-shirts, he pushes you gently to lay back for him. As soon as your back hits the sheets, your hips are writhing against his mouth, searching for friction, searching for more, desperate to reach this first peak and get him inside you.

He lets you squirm, taking what he needs from between your thighs while your body begs him to take you higher and push you over. Knowing he’ll never truly get his fill, he’ll never actually get enough, he gives in to the demand of your hands, both now tangled in the hair at the back of his head and trying to coax him to where you need him. He sucks your clit into his mouth and rolls his tongue over it.

Your hips still and your back bows, a perfect arch over the mattress. He likes your reaction, loves it even, but something’s missing. Popping off of your pussy, he shakes his head at you.

“Let me hear you, love. I’ve been missing all those filthy sounds you make for me.” He leans in a flicks his tongue over you, pulling an airy whine from your throat. It’s not good enough, so he abandons his work and moves to trail kisses down the inside of your thigh instead.

With a bratty huff of frustration, you lift your head and find him watching you from the corner of his eye, lips still moving over your skin. You let your head drop back to the bed, annoyed.

Laced with attitude, you spit out, “Jake, come on.”

Rather than respond, or comply, you feel his tongue slip over the tender skin high inside your thigh just before he opens his mouth wide and then closes his teeth around it. Hard.

“FUCK Jake!”

That’s better, his dick jumps in his pants at the sound and he drops a hand to his lap to run it over his length. He’s painfully hard already, straining against the material but prepared to wait until he gets what he wants from you. He keeps running his lips, tongue and teeth over your thigh until he does.

“Baby please, I need you.”

“And I need you, but you’re holding back on me. Why?” When you stay silent for a beat too long, he pries further. “Tell me, or you can go to bed now, wet and aching.”

You know he’s bluffing, or you hope he is, but there’s no possibility that you’re going to test that theory.

“Josh…”

Just over the mound between your thighs, you see his brows lift, eyes burning into yours. “You better explain that, sweetheart. Now.”

“He’ll hear us.”

His features relax as a slow grin pulls one corner of his mouth upward. “So what?” Moving in close, he extends his tongue and swipes it over your clit with a pointed flick that jerks a yelp past your lips. “He doesn’t care.”

“He does, and we’ve been pretty terrible roommates so far, Jacob.”

The admonishing tone combined with the use of his full name grabs his attention. “Oh she’s serious.” He drops a kiss to the soft sprinkling of hair just above the throbbing and neglected bud between your legs. “You’re such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Another kiss, this time with his lips puckered and placed directly over your clit. You sigh quietly at the contact. “How could I deny my sweet, perfect girl anything that she wants? Just let me hear you, make that pretty music just for me.”

Finally, he sucks you onto his tongue again, swirling it over you until your barely restrained gasps and soft moans of his name are filling the room, bouncing against these four walls. Your hands keep him pulled tight against you, muffling his own satisfied grunts and when you feel the tips of his fingers dip into you, your hips rock against them until they’re sunk in deep, until you’re fucking yourself with them. With just one curl sending them brushing over that hidden spot inside, you begin to unravel around them.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, I- oh god!”

He doesn’t stop when your legs attempt to clamp shut around his head, lapping at your release as it rushes out of you and soaks the fingers that he’s still pumping into you. He’s drawing it out, swallowing down everything that you’re giving him as if he’s been shipwrecked, stranded on a deserted island, finally presented with enough precious liquid to save his life. When your muscles go lax and your legs fall open, he slips his fingers from you slowly, careful not to waste a drop, licking a final stripe over you before popping those fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

Unable to will your muscles into motion, you call out to him from your position, limp and splayed out over the bed. “Pants off, now.” You don’t hear him spring into action, so you crack an eye open and lift your head enough to look down at him. He looks drunk, his eyes dazed and unfocused but still trained on your pussy. You try to prop yourself up but your limbs feel useless, so you force your other eye open to see him better and that’s when you catch it. The ends of his hair, hanging forward over his collarbones, are wet. There’s a drop clinging to his chin, catching the light as it quivers there and then falls, dripping to the floor.

“Jake, what-“

Your voice breaks through the haze and his eyes snap to yours. “I think… I’m pretty sure you just squirted.”

The word alone makes you groan, your arms finding the strength to lift and fold over your face, hiding the flaming heat turning your cheeks red. This finally has him moving, off of his knees to kneel on to mattress and hover over you, tugging your arms away to reveal your embarrassment.

“Whoa whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t say that!”

“What? ‘Squirt’?”

You slap your hands to your face, hiding it from him again. “It’s gross!”

With a gentle touch, he peels your hands away and pins them to the mattress, fingers linked with yours. Your eyes are squeezed shut as he brings his face closer. “Look at me.” You do as he asks, his tone delicate and soft as a summer breeze. “It’s not gross, nothing about you could ever be. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever done, right above the first time you asked me to fuck your mouth.” He’s flooded with relief when a tinkling giggle slips from between your lips, now turned up into a timid smile. “Here, feel this?” He guides one of your hands down between your bodies and places it over his cock, sucking in a hiss through his teeth when you squeeze it. He’s hard as stone, and you can feel the heat coming off of him even through his pants.

In awe of your effect on him, you whisper, “Does it hurt?”

“Mm, a little. Feels like I could explode any second.”

“Show it to me, let me see.”

He presses a fast kiss to your lips and stands from the bed, stripping himself quickly of his pants and taking his briefs with them. Completely bared to you, he watches you sit up for a closer look and wraps a hand around the base.

His cock is swollen and flushed a deep pink, the tip nearly red and leaking as he pulls his fist to it. Your brain is screaming at you, yelling for you to lean forward and taste it, but the walls of your cunt are pulsing, clenching around nothing, greedy for him. He continues to stroke himself slowly, in front of your face, wincing through the near pain of it and silently challenging you to make the next move. Whatever you want, it’s yours.

Your original need wins out and you turn away from the sight of him, beautiful and brazenly pleasuring himself inches from your lips. You crawl up the bed and place yourself comfortably upon the pillows, finding him eyeing you intensely once you’re facing him again. His hand stills on his dick as you bend both legs at the knee and let them fall open wide.

“Get over here.”

He’s on the bed in an instant, yanking the hem of your t-shirt up and revealing your breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he lines himself up, lavishing it with his tongue as he crashes his hips into yours.

Unable to stop it, you scream when the head of his cock slams into your cervix. Rather than slow his pace, he takes the fistful that he still has of your shirt and shoves it into your open mouth. He’s pleased with its efficiency, the primal sounds that you’re making are pretty effectively quieted as you bite down on the cotton. Just to make sure, he pops off of your nipple and takes the other between his teeth. Your muffled mhmm, mmhmm has him driving them into the skin. Your muted squeal has his hips pistoning, jolting your body as he races to his finish.

Almost there, dangling over the edge, he lifts his face from your chest to check on you, a visual assessment that finds a sheen of sweat across your brow and your eyes rolling back in your skull.

On a ragged breath, he calls for your attention. “Babe…”

You roll your eyes forward and find him dripping with sweat, it’s rolling down his neck and traveling over his chest. The pendant of his necklace, the coin, is swinging over your face as his rhythm begins to falter.

“I’m gonna cum, fill this pussy up, you want it?” His jaw is clenched, he’s barely hanging on.

You release the shirt from between your teeth and spit it out.

“Give it to me, I want it all. Do it, Jake!”

With a strangled call of your name, your actual name, he lets go. You can feel the heat of it spilling inside you and he groans, sounding again like it’s physically painful as he fills you until his release is overflowing from your cunt, while he’s still fucking more into you. His body shudders as it finally ends, he sinks to you, hot and sticky and completely drained. Into the damp skin in the crook of your neck, he murmurs a drowsy I love you.

Hands running through the sweat-soaked strands of his hair, you say it back. He breathes into a kiss placed to that spot on your neck before rolling off of you.

He’s already slipping into sleep, you know he’s exhausted from travel and you can see it now in his features. There are soft purple shadows under the fans of his eyelashes, resting over his cheeks. You also know that he’ll wish in the morning that he had showered, washed the film of sweat and sex off of his body before passing out, but you can’t bear the thought of forcing him from the bed now.

You let your fingers trail over his chest, moving steadily with the rhythm of his breathing that’s evening out as he drifts away. Drawing a circle over the cool metal of his necklace, you whisper up to him before he’s completely gone.

“Have you been wearing this since you left?”

Barely conscious, he lifts a hand and wraps his fingers around yours that are toying with the coin.

“Mm, yeah. Haven’t taken it off.”

“Is there a reason?” You know there has to be, everything he does has a purpose, even if he doesn’t know exactly what it is.

“Finished the book you gave me for Christmas. I read it three times while we were gone. Necklace reminds me of you.”

Oh.

He’s snoring softly before you can respond. You move away from him slowly, rolling to grab your phone but not finding it on your nightstand. Quickly and quietly, you tiptoe around the room and don’t find it anywhere, so you slip your leggings back on, up and over your hips and sneak out the door.

You head first to use the bathroom, then to Josh’s bedroom door but find it slightly ajar and the room dark. After slinking down the stairs, you’re met with a dark kitchen but a soft blue glow coming from the living room. Josh is there, nearly asleep himself but still upright on the couch in front of some black and white film that doesn’t seem familiar to you. He startles only slightly when you step into the room.

“What are you sneaking around for, darling? I didn’t even hear you come down the stairs.” He pats the cushion next to him, an invitation that you accept.

“Jake’s asleep, I didn’t wanna wake him. What are you still doing up?”

“I could ask you the same, shouldn’t you be cuddling your beloved or some shit? You reek of sex.” There’s no fire behind his words as he teases you.

“I need to talk to you. I need your help.”

Just over two weeks later, they’re packed to leave again. They both pack infuriatingly light for a month-long journey through Europe, but you know they’ll cycle through five outfits, max, between the two of them

Jake saunters into your bedroom as you’re frantically sifting through your closet, tossing things out into the room as you go. He moves through the space, taking note of the open suitcase laid out on the bed as he steps toward the closet door, where a denim jacket slaps him in the face and wraps itself around his head. You haven’t even noticed and continue to throw things in his direction. He pulls the jacket free and drops it to the pile you’ve created at his feet before scaring the shit out of you.

“Running away, sweetheart?”

“Shit Jacob!” You’ve nearly jumped out of your skin, but gather yourself quickly and keep moving through your hangers. “How do you guys pack so easily, how do you know what to bring?”

“It’s simple, love, we never change our clothes. Mind if I ask, again, where you’re going?”

You push past him in the doorway and move to start folding things to put in your suitcase. He turns and follows you with his eyes as you continue to ignore his question. Crossing the room, he steps in behind you as you’re leaned over the bed and reaches around you to stop your hands from shoving another pair of jeans into the case.

“Stop, before you piss me off.” Your back stiffens at that, the authority in his tone sending a shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl. He slides his hands from yours, slowly up your arms until he’s spinning you around by your shoulders. Curiosity is lifting one of his eyebrows, the other drawn down and creasing the skin between them.

You’ve been waiting for this confrontation, thought you were ready for it but now that it’s happening, your palms are clammy with nerves. You try to wipe the anxiety from your expression, offering him your own quirked eyebrow and a sly smile.

“I’m taking a trip to Denmark.”

You watch a range of emotion flash across his face in just a few seconds, surprise, then confusion, followed by the dawn of understanding. Finally, excitement is alight in his eyes and you start to feel it too before the corners of his mouth pull downward.

“You’re coming with us. You can’t just up and come with us, this shit takes planning babe, scheduling, flights. We have a whole team that travels-“

“It’s taken care of.”

He’s still confused, understandably. “How?”

“Josh took care of it. I asked him to.” The nerves are back, sensing that he has more questions before he accepts this as truth.

He considers what you’ve told him so far, which is next to nothing, with his arms folded and a hand under his chin, running his finger over the small dimple there.

“For how long?”

“A month.”

“Baby, that’s the entire time we’ll be in Europe. What did you tell your job?”

“I quit.”

“You quit.”

“Two weeks ago. I put in my notice after Josh said he would handle the arrangements. Yesterday was my last day.”

You let him process it, not daring to move from your place in front of him, terrified that he’s going to tell you you’ve made a mistake. Your heart’s beating so rapidly that you’re sure you’re about to pass out, just before he unfolds his arms and takes both of your hands in his.

His voice is soft, sweet as cotton candy and spun up with the dreamy quality of disbelief. “You’re coming with me?”

Your fingers squeeze his, helping to ground you both in the reality of this. “I am. For as long as you’ll have me. I’ll look for a new job when we get back to the states, if that’s okay. I’m not sure wh-“

His kiss punches the air from your lungs and any other words from your brain, his hands thrown into your hair then sliding down your body until he hauls you off your feet. Arms and legs wrapped around him, you throw your head back and laugh until you truly can’t breathe. He watches from below, and he knows.

When you drop your forehead to his, he smiles back at you, that one that he now knows to be your favorite. He’d almost fucked this up, this moment that he’ll tuck away into his memory, but he’ll recall it later and it’ll be perfect.

“Forever. I’d take you with me forever, to every horizon.” Another kiss pulled from your lips, one of thousands, millions even. “I don’t give a shit if you never work again. I knew you wanted me to be your sugar daddy, sweetheart.”

The End 💔💔💔

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podcastkevin · 3 months

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Hiya! Could I send in a zombies request for zed, where reader is Allison’s younger brother who is shy, but when Allison introduces him to Zed, Zed becomes like another older sibling to him?

Brother from another...species?

Waah!: The first half takes place between 1 and 2, Like after Cheer Comp but before wolves and the other half takes place in 2. {It's a few days later since writing this and I'm watching Zombies 3, Since when was his name Bonzo? I swear it was Gonzo the whole time! Am I the only one that realized this?? Anyway, I went through and changed the name.}

"Addison, I really don't feel comfortable meeting your friends," You stated hesitantly. Your apprehension must have been apparent as Addison, with pleading eyes, begged you to reconsider. "Please, Mn, it'll be fun, I promise!" she implored. However, you couldn't shake off the suspicion that this was only happening so that you wouldn't have to start at Seabrook High without any friends. You voiced your suspicion, and Addison's expression faltered for a moment before she spotted Bree in the distance. "Oh, look, there's Bree!" she exclaimed, latching onto your arm and tugging you towards the group of people huddled around the cheer flyer.

"Addy, please," you plead, trying to avoid her gaze. She pauses, attempting to meet your eyes, and then continues, "Would you rather befriend strangers or walk in alone with no one to guide you?" You open your mouth to reply, but Addison quickly covers it with her hand. "Don't answer," she interjects, "as your big sister, I'm here to help you make friends." You let out a grumble of annoyance, glaring at her. "Yeah, yeah, you can complain to Mom and Dad later. Come on," she says, releasing your mouth and pulling you by the wrist towards her group of friends.

Mn Wells was known to be the more introverted and reclusive member of the Wells family. Just like his sister Addison, he was born with peculiar white hair that set him apart from others. Like his sister, Mn was not allowed to show his strange hair in public and was forced to wear a wig instead. Although he didn't mind the wig, he rarely ventured out of his home and only interacted with his immediate family. As a result, the residents of Seabrook often forgot that there was another member in the Wells family. It was only recently that Mn started spending more time with his sister Addison.

Despite being introverted, he has several interests that keep him engaged. His favorite pastime is reading, but he also has a passion for painting and drawing. If you take a peek inside his closet, you'll spot a pair of pants covered in his own pen doodles, along with a shirt adorned with similar designs. Interestingly, he hasn't worn these items yet, as he's always been around his parents. Today, Addison encouraged him to wear the shirt out, but he was still inclined to wear blue pants and a pink hoodie instead. At least, Addison was relieved that he didn't put on his wig.

As Addison came up to the round picnic table, you felt your anxiety start to rise. You couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the seemingly outgoing and boisterous personalities surrounding you. "Hey, Guys! This is my younger brother, Mn," Addison said with a smile. Her friends greeted you warmly, but you couldn't help but shrink in on yourself slightly and cross your arms. You were always a bit shy, and being in the presence of so many new people made you feel even more nervous.

Addison noticed your discomfort and tried to reassure her friends. "Is he okay?" one of them asked. "Yeah, um, he's always been a bit shy. It might take a bit for him to warm up to you guys," Addison explained. She then turned to face you and introduced you to each of her friends. "Mn, this is Bree, Bonzo, Eliza, and Zed," she said while pointing at each of them. You tried your best to listen, but your nerves got the better of you.

Despite Addison's efforts to calm your nerves, you still couldn't shake the feeling of unease when you realized three of her friends were Zombies. You couldn't help but stare at them, wide-eyed and unsure of how to react. "You're friends with Zombies?" you asked incredulously.

"Yes. They're really nice, Mn, it's okay," Addison reassured you, pulling you to sit next to Zed at the table. Before you could scoot away, Addison sat next to you. "Bubs, it's okay," she whispered to you, sensing your apprehension. You nodded silently and retreated into your own thoughts while Addison effortlessly fell into a seamless conversation with Bree and Eliza.

You reach for a pen in your pocket and tap Addison's arm lightly, hoping to get her attention. However, she doesn't seem to notice, too busy discussing something with Breed. You let out a sigh and place your hand on the table, beginning to doodle on your skin absentmindedly. As you draw, the lines take on a life of their own, eventually forming a beautiful lotus flower on the back of your hand. You start to add some leaves when suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you flinch and look up to see Bonzo, the zombie you remember from before, reaching past his friend to get your attention. He smiles slightly when you make eye contact and points at your hand, admiring the intricate design you created.

As you try to make sense of the words that were just spoken, Zed's voice suddenly breaks through the confusion and reaches your ears. "He's curious to know if you would be willing to draw that on his hand." Your eyes widen in surprise, but your expression remains unreadable. You recall Addison's frequent comments about your doe-like eyes, but you are unable to see it for yourself.

As you nod softly, Bonzo moves his hand in front of Zed. You reach over and place the side of your hand on Bonzo's, steadying your hand. You can feel the coldness of Bonzo's hand as you draw the same flower on his hand. The sensation is a bit strange, but you ignore it and focus on creating a beautiful and accurate drawing.

Bonzo flashed a smile as he turned around to show Eliza what you had just finished drawing. Zed, who had been observing you sketch the flower, complimented your talent. "You're really good at that, Mn," he said. You returned the compliment with a soft smile and a nod. Zed seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you better and asked, "What else do you do?" You looked down for a moment, contemplating your answer. "I paint and I enjoy reading," you replied. Although the conversation seemed to have hit a dry patch, Zed still acknowledged your interests by saying, "That's cool." Meanwhile, you found yourself gravitating towards Addison again.

As Zed extends his hand towards you, requesting a drawing, you nod in agreement and shift your focus to his hand. You begin with a simple mandala, nothing too intricate, but as you start to draw, you become lost in your thoughts, and the sounds around you slowly fade away. You hear your sister's voice, the chirping of birds, and the murmur of people around you, but they all seem distant as you enter your own world. Suddenly, Zed's question brings you back to the present. "Have you always been like this?" he asks and you assume he means your shyness. For a moment, you are caught off guard, but you don't mind answering. "Can't remember...I-I used to play a sport when I was younger...." As you continue to draw, your mind drifts off again. You don't notice that you've drawn past Zed's wrist, and you don't realize that you've leaned in towards him, slowly becoming more comfortable in his presence as you absentmindedly talk about your childhood.

As the sun starts to set, Addison calls your attention and you snap out of your trance. You quickly pull back from Zed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry," you stammer. Zed reassures you with a smile, "It's okay, Mn. It looks really nice." What started as a small and simple design has now transformed into a much more intricate and elaborate pattern, with various flowers delicately drawn all over, creating a beautiful bouquet on his hand. "Thanks," you say with a smile, feeling proud of your creation. Zed pats your shoulder and says, "No problem, it was kinda calming watching you make it."

Addison bids farewell to her companions, and soon after, you both commence your journey back home. "It seems like you had a good time," Addison quips in a playful tone. "Just kidding! But it looks like you and Zed have grown closer." "Well, he's a nice person, I suppose," you respond, uncertain about your feelings.

From that day onwards, she made it a point to have you accompany her whenever she goes to hang out with her friends. Over time, she couldn't help but notice how you had started carrying your sketchbook with you and would proudly display all your new drawings to her friend Zed.

During the time when your sister was away at cheer camp, Zed would often come to your home alone to ask if you were available to hang out. You two ended up spending a lot of time together, and as the days went by, you developed a strong bond with Zed. You found yourself confiding in him and sharing your secrets, and soon enough, he became your closest friend whom you trusted as much as your sister.

As you sat in the comfort of your home, you couldn't help but wonder about the commotion outside. You didn't attend the city hall meeting, so you were completely unaware of what was happening. Suddenly, you heard some announcement about the monster laws being put back in place, which left you perplexed. You couldn't understand what could have possibly happened to warrant such a decision. A few minutes later, you heard your parents arrive home. You went to leave your room to ask what happened when Addison came into your room, and to your surprise, it was as if she had read your mind. She began to explain the series of events that had led to this decision. It started with a bus crash, which left them lost in the woods. She explained that the bus crash was due to Zed's Pawn-posal and he was on a ladder in the middle of the road, your glad she quickly inserted that he was okay. Then, she encountered a werewolf, and finally, everything that happened at city hall. As she spoke, everything began to feel surreal, and you couldn't help but think that the entire situation was beyond crazy for only seeing one wolf.

The next day, you found yourself in a dilemma. You have never been fond of crowded places or the deafening noise that fills the atmosphere of your school. However, you were curious to find out if anyone dared to challenge your cousin for the upcoming school elections. Despite your apprehension, you decided to attend the event. Although, deep down inside, you secretly wished to be somewhere quieter, perhaps the library, where you could read in peace.

You found yourself in the company of Addison, holding onto her tightly as you tried to ignore the overwhelming crowd around you. The reenactment of the monster law had caused you to retreat back into your shell. Although you still spent time with the others and Zed at school, you couldn't help but feel a sense of loss for the nights you used to spend with Zed at the beach. Those were the nights where you would simply sit in the sand, gazing at the stars and engaging in deep conversations or get to know each other a little more.

As soon as the wolves appeared, you instinctively tried to distance yourself from them. You scrambled towards the bleachers located at the far end by climbing up the stage. However, at that moment, Zed's hand came out of nowhere and grasped your wrist, pulling you behind him. You were surprised by the suddenness of his action, but you noticed that he was trying to protect you from the wolves. Even after jumping off the stage and standing next to Eliza, he kept checking over his shoulder to confirm that you were still following him, making sure that you were safe.

After Allison surprisingly welcomed the Wolves with ease, despite their recent aggression and sudden advance towards her minutes ago, you impulsively grab Zed's wrist to stop him from leaving when you saw him about to walk away. "Why did you grab me when I was trying to run?" you ask. Zed's response is straightforward, "I wanted to protect you. Thought you'd stay with your sister for safety behind the team, but then you ran past me. I didn't like not knowing where you were going."

"Oh…" You struggle to process the care in Zed's words. "Y-You care about me?" you ask hesitantly. Zed admits, "Yeah, maybe a little more. I care about you like I do Zoey." The realization hits, "You see me… like a little brother?" Zed nods, "Yeah." It feels like family. Despite having an older sister, having an older brother figure feels surprisingly warm and comforting.

"Thank you," you murmur softly, inching closer until your arms envelop him in a gentle embrace. Zed, somewhat surprised by the unfamiliar gesture, reciprocates, his arms encircling your shoulders and back. Though unaccustomed to your hugs, he accepts it graciously. His hand on your back moves in a soothing rhythm, tracing gentle paths up and down, while the hand on your shoulder imparts a subtle, reassuring squeeze. "No problem," he responds, his chin finding a resting place atop your head, creating a moment of quiet connection.

Addison grins as she notices you and Zed stepping back, his hand casually resting on your shoulder. The satisfaction in her expression is evident; she's genuinely pleased to see her brother and boyfriend getting along so well.

I hope this was okay 😥 Honestly I was a bit nervous since this is my second request and I feel like I got a bit carried away.

Also, thank you for being my second request ☺️

Next: Debating on posting a harry potter fic I have dusting up in my drafts. It's set in Deathly Hallows pt. 1 with Hermione and Harry at the cemetery. It's a Harry's older brother fic, he was presumably dead but he shows up at the same cemetery to wish his parents a merry christmas when he saw the two at the stones. There's a lot more interesting stuff that happens.

#kevin's query #x male reader #disney zombies #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #platonic #disney zombies x male reader

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vexture · 1 year

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Let's go 3, 7, 15, 20, 27 for ask game!

3. What ideas come from when you were little

If I'm taking the question correctly, that would be my affinity for drawing beings that look like a bunch of stuff piled together. I don't remember much of my childhood drawings, but my mama keeps most of them in her filing cabinet. From what I've seen, I've always liked shit like that. I had an oc named Broomy, he was a dog like creature who had a pumpkin for a head, the body of a broom, paws (same color as the broom) and the straw end for the tail, and candle pupils. I loved that guy with my whole heart man, I need to find a picture of him or something to redraw. Other than that, gore. Don't subject your children/siblings to horror movies and adult swim shows guys, seriously

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Physical/digital stim boards. I don't understand the digital appeal, but that might be because I've never had one that was like "oh damn that looks great" but I have touched a physical stim board, I hated every second because it had sequins on it (I Cannot Touch Those) but the enthusiastic explanation I got made me like it, even if I couldn't touch it. Digital ones look really cool too, I'm just very specific on what I like looking at, but I imagine that it takes forever to find the proper gifs that aren't too fucked up and do all the arrangements and border work, I would love to try one, but I'm genuinely at a loss on what to do ^^;; Tumblr stim girlies (gender neutral) I love y'all to bits

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

I draw largely at home, having chronic pain can extremely limit what I can do during a day. I love taking my traditional shit out to draw at the park, but I don't get ideas too often for it to be worth the bag space I could use for something else. Speaking as someone who has literal drawers full of art supplies, I wish I could go out with it all and be unbothered by The General Public, because I like drawing people out and about, but the distain overwhelms me and so does the arthritis

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Almost every time an artist friend comes to me while I work, it's "wow you're really good at eyes, that's the least favorite part for me" and I can see why. I learned how to do realism from Vogue and People magazines, the shots were clear, it had closeups of hands/eyes/clothes, and eyes were the first thing I learned how to draw properly, I love them sm, they are always in the margins of papers I'm stuck with, or color practice, or whatever I need the eye to be for. Very reliable part of the body artistically for me :>

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

See number 15 for a short answer.

Long answer: I have a very small window to get a drawing done, if I can't get it within the day, or even 2 hours, I have a very hard time picking it up again due to depression, the chronic pain, and sometimes my headmates don't actually know how to use the computer to draw. I consider the amount of drawing I do something to be proud of most days, between the brain fog/deperson/derealization and aching joints, the amount of work I do can be great all things counted. Sure, others can get out more things with worse than me, or what have you, but my style is detail heavy with the line work and colors, and composition is hard for me.

Tangent here:

I would like to say that even if you get out only one drawing every once in a while due to shit getting in the way, at least it's something and you should be proud of yourself for being able to accomplish that within the parameters you have. The algorithm sucks, on every platform, even here on Tumblr with their abysmal search bar, so there's sometimes a pressure to put out a bunch to get a little recognition, but quality over quantity, y'know? No matter what, try not to stare down the cliff of having a shit ton of numbers attached to your hard work.

The incentives are great, and I completely understand that, but once you look at it as a chore, you'll never do shit for you again like you used to without giving up on the algorithm anyway. I avoid going down any tags unless I absolutely have to, because I get discouraged by the numbers, so I end up just looking at my art, and friend's art only. It's okay to stare at your own shit, I've never seen anyone say that anywhere as of recent, so for those who need it, it's okay to be in love and enamored by your own work enough to stare at it even days after posting it, I highly encourage looking at your own art like you do others, because that's a good source of encouragement, or at least for me, love what you do, give yourself a break from not being at the top of every tag/platform, because that's a double edged sword, and no one likes getting blood on their suits

#sunny's qna tag #goodwineandcheese #ask game

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merrock · 2 years

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Joe Keery

full name: Hendrix Charles Nardelli

nickname(s): Dex

pronouns & gender: He/him, cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

birth date: 24th July 1993

birth place: Merrock

time in town: All his life

housing: The Coast and Pier (in their dads’ pool house)

occupation: Streamer/gamer, musician and writer

family: Nico and Adrian Nardelli (fathers), Sunny Nardelli (sister)

personality: Dex is an outgoing, confident, friendly and creative young guy. He can talk to anyone and enjoys being around people. He’s playful, a little dorky and is known to be reckless, especially after a drink. But he is a loyal friend, he genuinely cares about the people in his life. Though he can be a little naive, reckless and easily distracted and he doesn’t always focus on one thing at a time.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Hendrix Nardelli, affectionately known as Dex is the youngest child of same-sex male couple Nico and Adrian Nardelli. The decision to have a child was always a definite choice for his parents and while gay marriage was not legalised for some time, the two had a strong, committed relationship and knew that they wanted children to complete their family. Like his older sister Sunny, he was born via surrogate. The two have different mothers and a different father’s DNA so they are not biological siblings but they are just as close as any blood siblings and he loves her just the same.

Dex’s grew up in Merrock and he had a warm and loving home environment. Nico is a prominent civil rights lawyer and Adrian is a curator at a local art museum, meaning the family had a comfortable lifestyle. Growing up, Dex was always full of life and from a young age, he was climbing things, playing sports, messing around with instruments and building things with his hands. He liked to be on the go and he liked to be busy, he had so much energy and his parents usually gave him what he wanted. He was known as the baby of the family which hasn’t changed into his adult life. If he wanted guitar lessons he got them, if he wanted to play the drums, he got them too. Despite being a little hyper, he is known to be a loveable person who has always loved being around people.

Throughout school, he liked to mess around, though with his cheeky little smile, he often got away with most things. He was always getting himself in trouble over silly little things, like doodling in his book or losing concentration in class. Though he was a good kid at heart, despite his playful and often distracted personality, he was sweet and he had a lot of friends. His slightly reckless and outgoing personality only grew throughout high school, as did his love for music. He played in a band, he can play guitar, piano and drums and he found his passion for writing. He soon found his confidence and began auditioning for school performances and his natural charm often got him the lead roles. He worked hard in school, even if he wasn’t considered the brightest, he always tried his best.

Many would consider his older sister the more responsible of the two, and he knows she is always looking out for him and his slight devil may care attitude. He secured a place at university not far from home and studied music and performing arts. He did some local performances and played with his band in a few places but he never really stuck with anything and he tried his best to stay out of trouble most of the time. He’s talkative, friendly, charming and he also found a love for streaming games which he does with most of his time. He’s got quite a following and enjoys the social side of engaging with people online and having an excuse to play games for a living. He’s playful, a little dorky and is known to be reckless, especially after a drink. But he is a loyal friend, he cares about his friends and family and he has a gentle and chill side to his personality which often gets him far.

He still ives in the pool house on his fathers’ property where he plays his music and games. People often say he is less goal-oriented and less driven than his sister but he knows what he likes and enjoys, he just hasn’t fully gotten there yet. He doesn’t see his birth mom and this plays into his dads almost babying him. His dads have supported him through every phase of his life, never denying him anything that he really needed or wanted. They supported his music and love for performing arts and his gaming. His sister’s bar is a place he spends a lot of time and he has taken it upon himself to be a bit of a mooch and constantly begs for free drinks for himself and his friends. He also usually tries to get gigs out of her and she usually lets him.

He is now twenty eight years old and he is still a little reckless, he enjoys going out and being around people. He goes camping with his friends, he still likes to be on the go, always playing music, gaming, being outside or messing around with a football. He’s a dog lover and when he’s not writing, gaming or playing with his band, he’ll be out walking his dog.

#merrockbio #hendrixnardelli

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luckylightningbolts · 3 years

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eri and shinsou are siblings in the aizawa household and you can't tell me otherwise

anyway, it took eri a Hot Minute to warm up to shinsou bc. yknow. trauma™️. but once she was comfortable around him, she became the clingy child that she never got a chance to be. eri is almost like a cat; the minute shinsou sits down anywhere, she's at his side and snuggling into him

sometimes she'll ask to sleep with him due to nightmares and she stays glued to him all night

shinsou "i'm not here to make friends" hitoshi, not really used to being touched, let alone receiving physical affection, is Softened by her and she helps get him accustomed to the concept of others being in his personal space and being touchy

which is really helpful once kaminari fucking denki comes along

kaminari is handsy. like really fucking handsy. not just in relation to people, though. he's always playing with something or drawing senseless doodles because it gives him something to do and he needs the stimulation

when it comes to his friends, he is a slut for physical attention. he'll put his head on their shoulders, hold their hands, put his arm around their shoulders, give them constant hugs, etc. when his friends allow him to do this, it makes him feel validated/accepted

so u can imagine the euphoria when a certain purple haired motherfucker, who has already caught the attention of kami, transfers into class A and doesn't shrug him off whenever he does any of the above gestures. kami, being the bi disaster that he is, unconsciously does those things more often w shinsou without realizing it and then tells an obvious lie: "nO, i don't LiKE shinsou-- i MEAN i LIKE him but it's not like i liKe him in a GaY waY"

shinsou (having grown fond of kami by this point) is tired of noticing the way his classmates look at the two of them whenever they're even in the vicinity of each other. he also notices that kami, similar to eri, is glued to him any time he's able to be (guys is it gay to cuddle ur homie)

shinsou asks him out and kami is so shocked (haha get it) that he deadass short circuits, but obviously says yes once he isn't 👍👁👄👁👍

kami gets to go to his house sometimes and becomes bffs with eri bc let's face it, he would totally be bffs with eri

but now he has competition!!!!

mom said it's my turn on the shinsou

now, since neither one knows how to not be affectionate, shinsou has two (metaphorical) cats by him at all times whenever he's home

it's not uncommon to see the three of them passed out on the living room couch with shinsou laying on his back and eri and kami on either side of him

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #bnha eri #eri bnha #eri #shinsou and eri are aizawas #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #shinkami #kamishin

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wifiwuxians · 4 years

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‘cause no one’s ever done THAT before! yi city adoption AU, I Do What I Want

info copypasted mostly from twitter under the cut!!!

Songxiao Yi City Fam AU shit has probably been Done to death but I actually had a dream a while back in which Xue Yang and A-Qing were kids in the system and idk if they were bio siblings or not but they definitely looked out for one another. A-Qing could see ghosts and Xue Yang could break into places looking for mischief.

Now idk if I'd incorporate any supernatural element in the AU but they are bio sibs looking to be adopted. They would've started off as normal enough kids, older bro and little sis, but everything goes to hell when they get adopted/fostered and their new parent tries to hurt A-Qing, who is like six, which causes young teen Xue Yang to go gorilla mode and leave the guy comatose, so she's taken back into the system and he's probably taken to a correctional facility.

Either way you bet they get separated. Songxiao are Just A Couple Of Bros, Totally, who visit the orphanage to help out and teach some kids and they end up forming a special bond with A-Qing, who was once a sweet, inquisitive little girl but now lashes out regularly because she misses her brother and doesn't know if she'll ever see him again.

They work tirelessly with her to help her feel better and end up caving and adopting her. A few years go by and Xue Yang shows back up, having weaseled his way out of whatever predicament he was in and having taken on a multitude of odd jobs in hopes of somehow "buying" his sister out of adoption. When he goes back to the orphanage and finds she's not there and they won't tell him where she is/insinuate they might turn him in to authorities, he has to break in and look through all the paperwork until he finds her and her whereabouts, at which point he shows up at the Songxiao Home looking a mess and demanding to see his sister and... Well... The gays have a son now too.

The kids lost their parents to a fire and Xue Yang’s hand is permanently fucked from getting his sister to safety during it. They both take forever to warm up to anyone and as such take a very long time in accepting Songxiao as their new parents (that doodle of A-Qing is her first time calling them her dads), but they do their best to stay out of trouble and reward them for their kindness.

Songxiao take a while to get together but do so before Xue Yang shows up so that’s something at least. XXC has very sensitive eyes and has to wear shades 99% of the time and SL does not enjoy being touched so he always wears long sleeves and turtlenecks. They’re both primary school-level teachers.

#mdzs #my art #yi city #songxiao #song lan #xiao xingchen #a-qing #xue yang #aU IM SORRY... IT WOULDNT LEAVE ME ALONE #is xun in it? of course but thats not relevant rn asdasdfsd

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starfoxrry · 4 years

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louis’ such an angel he likes warm jumpers, keeping his hair soft and fluffy, hot tea with milk and no sugar (bc he’s sweet enough !), coco pops, floral arrangements to decorate any room he occupies, huge bean bags, sunbathing, fairy lights, spiderman and comic books, football and video games, smelling like vanilla and baby powder, wearing glitter eyeshadow, little doodles of smiley faces, scented candles, being silly with his big curly dog, matching his clothes to his hats or shoes, taking care of his baby siblings, playing with his brother’s toys on christmas day, hanging out with his grandparents, splurging for his family, being his mama’s best friend, dancing silly with his friends, giggling behind his hand, wearing turtlenecks, pouting when he’s not being cuddled, blushing when he’s being praised for his voice and work, wearing two hoodies at once bc he gets cold, putting his feet up on the dashboard when he’s not the one driving, going on walks where he plucks out dandelions, sweet candy and treats, chocolate milk and apple juice, trying his best at cooking for the people he loves, being gentle and caring towards his younger fans and his fans’ pets, leaving little easter eggs in his music/music videos/photoshoots/fashion for fans, playing treasure hunting games with his fans that includes international fans, playing with babies, being called loulou, little legend, sunshine, solecito, diamond, blu lou boi, achoo and boobear, loves playing harmless pranks on people to make them laugh, hes very respectful of his fans dietary needs and provided vegan candy and allergy free candy at his album party, he has a triangle tattoo on his ankle, a cheeky tattoo on his bum, his first ever band tattooed on his leg, a little tea cup tattoo, nickelback lyrics tattooed on his arm, a tattoo by a guy he helped accomplish his bucket list, he has the prettiest blue eyes and knows wearing certain colours brings them out even more, has eyelashes that fan his cheeks and the most beautiful cheekbones known to man, he cries when he gets to make other people happy, he cries when he gets emotional even on national tv, he cries when watching movies, he was a theatre kid and was so loved at school, he idolises amy winehouse and looks up to her genius song writing skills, he’s also camera shy and very sweet to the people he meets and collabs with, he gets shy when ppl tell him he’s beautiful, he checks up on his fans a bunch, he had a big grin on stage when fans threw rainbow flags and flowers to him, he tells his fans that their support is enough and spending their hard earned money on him is not necessary, he is so grateful every time the fans do something nice for him, he cares about the lgbtq+ ppl he meets and always makes sure that they have a safe space with him, he follows interior design accounts on instagram bc he wants his house to look pretty, he’s also an amazing encouraging caring mentor to his contestants on xfactor, he cares a lot about people who are less fortunate than him and gives back to the community as much as he can and he wants a huge family with lots of babies and when he has a bad day he used to tell his mama that he wants to make someone else happy today

#m #loving louis hours 😔

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silveanna · 3 years

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Nct 2020 + You as Class E

Y/N:

-Had bad records in your previous school and now you’re here

-plays around with ChenJi

-gives helpful advices to everyone

-likes to break the rules

-doesn’t get involve to gang fights cuz Taeyong did not allow you to

-you’re their precious little flower

-the boys have a lot of respect for you

-started a food fight once and got suspended

-“im like earth, already in a state of global warming”

Taeyong:

-the president

-always late

-is quiet and always frowning

-looks like he might suddenly punch someone

-but when you get to know him he’s actually

a nice person

-“I repeat, once you got in Class E, you’ll graduate as a student of Class E”

Kun:

-Class A banned you guys inside the cafeteria

-most of you are too lazy to cook your own food

-so Kun had to use his skills and cooks lunch everyday for his dear classmates

-the most decent

-always present

-the one who just watches when there’s a fight

-“I’m not giving you guys lunch for free, now pay up”

Taeil:

-looks innocent but not really

-always asleep

-would even sometimes sleeps on the floor and use his bag as a pillow

-easily catches up on the lessons/discussions

-“what’s our next class? homeroom? ok bye”

Johnny:

-the chill kid

-but when he gets angry u better run for your life bro

-the tallest so he sits at the very back of the room

-vibes with everyone

-damage to school properties is the main reason why he’s in the fam

-⚠️Don’t laugh AT him⚠️

-“not my problem”

Yuta:

-the arrogant one

-probably imagines beating the shit out of someone in his mind sometimes

-superior at sports

-paints his nails

-“I’m tired of seeing the same faces everyday”

Doyoung:

-The Vice President

-also a decent one

-is tired of taking care problematic dudes everyday

-doesn’t look like it but he’s a nerd

-is seatmates with Taeyong

-Cold af

-“shut up I’m trying to study here”

Ten:

-one of the moodmakers

-mocks his teachers

-always rest his foot on top of his table

-brings his pet cats to school

-puts big ass rocks inside his classmates bags

-“I just downloaded tiktok, follow me guys:)”

Jaehyun:

-the escort (duh)

-doesn’t give a fuck

-always a pageant candidate

-records the fights for ✨memories✨

-varsity player

-“can I go home now?”

Winwin:

-a very nice person

-became friends with you on the first day

-eats a lot

-shares his food with you

-“I only gave Y/N food! Why are you guys eating too?!!”

Jungwoo:

-a literal softie

-gets along with everyone

-the first one to be thrown in Class E

-others call him Zeus

-hides his classmates bag

-“I believe in hate at first sight”

Lucas:

-Chick boy

-also eats a lot

-but doesn’t like sharing his food

-no one wants to be smacked with that big ass hand

-steals pens

-“if you’re more handsome than me then she’ll probably choose you. Better luck next time bro”

Mark:

-got low grades and now he’s stuck with a bunch of intimidating guys who teases him everyday

-but he loves them

-is starting to adapt

-brings his guitar to school

-“wanna listen to some music?”

Xiaojun:

-plays games with yangyang at free time

-SMART

-goes with the flow

-jams with mark

-helps you with your math class

-“just tell me if you need help”

Hendery:

-looks normal but isn’t

-also a mood maker

-almost sets the school on 🔥

-lives at the same neighborhood with you, so he walks home with you sometimes

-“life is so hard I just want to be a fly”

Renjun:

-small but terrible

-likes astronomy

-would not hesitate to choke someone

-likes to tease others but when he’s the one being teased he gets angry

-doodles whenever he’s bored

-debates about the existence of aliens

-“i don’t want to live on this earth”

Jeno:

-also a varsity player

-the one who suddenly throws crumpled papers

-bad fingered his teacher

-plays with Ten’s Cats

-“If you want to rock, you gotta break the rules man“

Haechan:

-cHaOtic

-most likely to start a fight lol

-was caught stealing and now he’s in the family

-helps everyone cheat on their exams

-the only one who cleans the room

-“don’t worry I got you”

Jaemin:

-doesn’t like being called “nana”

-the super quiet one

-stays at the very corner of the room

-sleeps on the floor with taeil

-number one complainer

-“close the curtains, it’s too bright here”

Yangyang:

-the prankster

-drag racer

-makes fun of his hyungs 24/7 with haechan

-would step in a fight even though he doesn’t stand a chance at all

-just to protect his friends

-“Haechan! What’s the answer to number five test B?”

Shotaro:

-a cutie

-but a freaking gremlin like everyone else

-learns new tiktok dances with ten

-this boy may look innocent but in reality he beat up 5 grown ass men alone

-“^_^”

Sungchan:

-Class A’s president has a huge crush on him

-so he’s the only one allowed inside the cafeteria

-pretty chill

-looks up to Taeyong

-Hacker

-“I’m going to the cafeteria, does anyone want some snacks?”

Chenle:

-RICH KID

-🐬🐬🐬

-loud asf

-sings randomly

-“I kissed Class A’s president that’s why I’m here”

Jisung:

-sticks around with you all the time

-cuz he sees you as his older sibling

-adored by everyone

-got transferred in the wrong class but he likes it here

-“I baked cookies want one?”

Bonus:

It was a Normal day at NCTY High, you and sungchan were headed back to the classroom after being sent to detention. You bumped into a group of guys from Class D, half of them were smirking, the others glared at you and sungchan. It was strange to see them in a abandoned building since Class E is the only class who uses the building.

You and sungchan exchanged looks and shrugged.

Everyone was chaotic as always, you sat in your usual spot and chit chatted with the guys until Chenle started screaming and there’s fire crackers blasting everywhere making everyone left their seat and gathered at the very corner of the room.

Kun immediately opened the windows to let out the smoke, Doyoung and Taeil tries to calm everyone down but FAILS.

“WAAAHHH!!! We’re being attacked by terrorist!” Chenle screamed and hugged you, Jisung did the same.

“JOHNNY YOU’RE BIG ENOUGH! SHIELD US!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“WHERE’S XIAOJUN?!”

“I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE HE’S DEAD!”

“I CAN’T FIND MY CATS!”

You counted them all and noticed there was one missing aside from Xiaojun, PRESIDENT!

You looked around and saw Taeyong in his spot, idiot was still peacefully sleeping. “How could he even— Argh!” You reached for a book near you and threw it at Taeyong’s head. “WAKE UP YOU DOOFUS!”

Eventually he woked up and yawns, Taeyong cursed under his breath after he realized the situation. He came to you and also tried to calm the others down, Haechan hugged him from the back tightly “Pres! We’re all gonna DIEEE”

“Shut up! Doyoung! Get your ass over here!”

“Get a fire extinguisher! Quick!” He commanded.

“I can’t! The fire crackers are blocking our only exit, and I can’t jump off the window we’re on 4th floor” Doyoung explained, Taeyong couldn’t think and do anything but to face palm himself.

A cold breeze blows your skirt up midway, everyone stopped panicking and there was a figure at the door. It was Xiaojun, he was holding a fire extinguisher. Face almost covered with bruises Did Someone beat him up?. “Class D.. It was Class D!”

Knew it.

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adiellistech · 2 years

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Merrock would like to welcome HENDRIX NARDELLI! Dex (he/him, cis man) was born on 24th July 1993 in Merrock Maine and has been in town all of his life. Currently, they live in The Coast and Pier (in their dads’ pool house) and are working as a streamer and wannabe musician. They look a little bit like Joe Keery, no?

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Joe Keery

full name: Hendrix Charles Nardelli

nickname(s): Dex

pronouns & gender: He/him, cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

birth date: 24th July 1993

birth place: Merrock

time in town: All his life

housing: The Coast and Pier (in their dads’ pool house)

occupation: Streamer/gamer, musician and writer

family: Nico and Adrian Nardelli (fathers), Sunny Nardelli (sister)

BACKGROUND / BIO

#bio #about #intro #dex #dexbio

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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AHH CONGRATS ON REACHING 400 U ABSOLUTELY DESERVE IT!! :] also i'd like to tag along the ship game thingy it looks fun :0 i'd prefer to be shipped with a bad batch member if that's ok (and considering we're mutuals which im still in a shock about im pretty sure it's obvious who i like heheh oops)

soo i am a very very quiet person at first, but then when i know we both have similarities and get closer im very annoying (affectionate) i'd straight up pester my friends for like 2 hours and then stay quiet for the rest of the day bcs i get drained rip but besides annoying them i tend to do playful bullying more, sarcasm if u will there are many moments where i'll just whack my friends (they r okay with it we whack each other a lot) and i'd step on the back of their shoes and yanno basically call eachother morons but that's like the PEAK friendship for us so hehe

but no worries we know it's just playful banters and we love each other sm platonically ofc, and we tend to be for each other when we need it, i always make sure my friends have someone they can rant to, all of my friends go through some heavy stuff so im glad they trust me enough to tell me those and ofc i always keep a secret

ooh my top love language is quality time, i love sitting together in silence with my friend and we both do our own thing, maybe show each other a funny meme or doodle and we'd talk through writing on each other's papers in class bcs we are both drained and tired but generally i do love sitting in silence together with my loves ones maybe bcs i also dislike voicing what i want, i'd just either code i want something or just look at them until they figure it out which i do a lot with my parents heh, im very loud with my parents tho i am the youngest sibling after all, still the only daughter tho

physically im 154 so that's about uh 5'1 i think? i like cats i love them very much, cute things makes me happy but also i tend to joke about some uhh violence stuff like when my friend says someone said something hurtful to them and i'd just reply with "push them down the stairs. fuck them." so uh yeah that's it i suppose??? i've never done this before sorry ah congrats once again!!! i love your writing so much thank u

celebrate with me ✨

dude, seriously, are we the same person???????????? bc like. everything you said I was like SAME THATS ME. and I mean. sAME that's ME. u know. u sound like such a cool person!!!

can I like?? ship you with every bad batch member??? is that? allowed?

If I had to choose, I think I'd ship you with echo. i think. or tech? maybe with wrecker. or echo. no, cross. or hunter??? maybe fox. i think you'd do fantastic with fox tbh.

SKDJSK echo it is then<3

i think ur fave is crosshair? im not sure? but listen. LISTEN TO ME.

echo and you have the same vibes. i think you guys would have this small banter thingy going on all the time. teasing each other and giggling at your sass.

echo is usually seen as a grumpy, serious babey but he's a softie with a heart of gold, I just know it.

i think you would bring him that sense of normalcy and the same something(? he had back in his 501st days. he'd feel a bit more at home when you're around, a bit more like he didn't lost too much.

you kind of remind him of fives, and he has told you once or twice you would have been the bestest™ of friends.

you joke with him and you being annoying (affectionate) always makes him love you more. because he sees so much of his old days in you but also the new days to come, and because you give him this sense of- well, like things are going to be just fine.

you're his light in the dark, always guiding him somewhere nice, a piece of heaven that you hold in your hands and always find your way to place it in his own.

he'd def hear your rants and would laugh with you, giving you heart eyes as you speak or maybe listen to you as he works on whatever. and maybe you'd have a little bit of communication problems at first, with that not voicing what u want stuff, but he's a fast learner so he'd learn to read your eyes sometimes, when you feeling sad and stuff and you look at him he's in no time dragging you to his lap and hugging u tight, kissing ur temple and all.

he'd love when you draw doodles in his hands 🥺 and he'd draw a little something on yours too while you're bored in hyperspace.

I'd say echo shares your sense of humor, saying in the most serious voice "we should kill them." when someone says something neither of you like and there's this amused glint in his eyes. you follow his jokes with another stuff that makes everyone think you're psychopaths and end up laughing.

i think quality time is also his love language, adding little touches here and there.

it's in the silence, where you two show the most how much you love each other, in the warm looks and little smiles, sharing a blanket as you sit side by side and he leans a bit closer to you, he holds your hand sometimes, playing with it as you snuggle closer, your cheek on his shoulder.

you don't say much, eyes speaking for you and he kisses you softly, lips lasting a few seconds on yours before pulling apart slowly, he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, leaning over again just to steal another kiss. you smile, and his expression mirrors yours.

"you good?" he asks, just to make sure you don't need anything. you nod, squeeze his hand with yours, sleepy eyes letting him know there's nothing you need but him.

he chuckles, a low sound that warms your heart, a kiss on your temple and there's something murmured in your hair. it's not long before you fall asleep just like that, holding hands and each other's hearts as you share warmth in the cold ship.

#AHH I HOPE THIS IS GOOD omG #took me forever #and im kind of feeling a bit sleepy myself ajdksj #mochi youre too sweet #thank you so much<3 #sending you all my love #ari answers #ship games #400 followers celebration

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karasunology · 4 years

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ AKAASHI DATING BOKUTO'S LITTLE SISTER HEADCANONS ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of how would it be if akaashi was dating you & how would bokuto react.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ akaashi keiji & bokuto koutaro <3

[ trigger warnings ━ none !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting. requests on my inboxes are all almost done, and i have nothing to do so send out a request and i'll write 'em !!

AKAASHI KEIJI.

➜ you and akaashi probably met through bokuto

➜ since he was apart of the team, and you were his younger sister, you guys were bound to meet one day.

➜ and when you guys did meet, there wasn't anything special between you two ― you were just his best friend's younger sister which was also in the same year as him, and he was just your brother's best friend.

➜ you guys would smile at each other whenever you were near each other, a polite bow as well but, weirdly enough, that was all.

➜ and koutaro was totally depressed about it

➜ he wanted you guys to be best friends too, like his first best friend and his kouhai, setter best friend being good friends as well? OF COURSE HE WANTED THAT

➜ bb boy just wanted to have lunch with you three

➜ and maybe along the other vbc members

➜ and when you guys did have lunches together, which wasn't rare but also wasn't common either, since you have a different group of friends as well, it would always be when the other vbc team were there.

➜ and you would occasionally share a laugh and coversation with the members along with akaashi, but you were always closer with koari and yukie.

➜ but one day, you've gotten sick at school but you didn't want to burden and worry your brother because he also has volleyball practice later and his class was still ongoing so you had no choice but to try and walk home before you faint.

➜ but that day, oddly enough, you have forgotten to look at the weather.

➜ and it was fine since you would always do that like?? WHO EVEN CHECKS THE WEATHER BECAUSE I DONT

➜ but that day was said to have a rainy weather, and when you were about to leave to the school gates after having permission from your teachers, akaashi called out for you, running up to you

➜ phew some kdrama shit going on rn😳✋

➜ or some miraculous lady bug & kaguyama sama love is war typa shit😳💅

➜ you were confused, nevertheless stopped yourself as you saw his figure coming closer to you

“ oh, akaashi-san. ” your hoarse voice was evident, after trying to clear your throat, you bowed slighty at him in greating

“ i heard you were sick and you had to go home. ” he started off, wiping off the sweat trickling down from his forehead.

“ here, ” he handed you an umbrella you didn't notice he held on his right hand.

“ heard that it was going to rain today and saw that you were didn't have an umbrella ”

➜ bb boy is so reliable and thoughtful

“ no i could't i ― ”

“ bokuto-san wouldn't be happy since you're already sick, and we still have volleyball practice and i have a spare umbrella. get well soon. ”

➜ akaashi's speach was short, and straightforward. would have left you wondering what was his real intentions were in the end, and that's what actually happened to you.

➜ as you accepted his umbrella, you walked home with nothing but akaashi wondering in the deepest cevices of your mind that you didn't know existed

➜ but before akaashi, you didn't know many things at all; the unfamiliar thumping on your chest, butterflies in your stomache & flushed cheeks.

➜ you didn't know of them until the day akaashi decided that HE was the one to make you feel that way and no one else

➜ after that day, something kinda changed between you guys.

➜ don't get me wrong, smiling at each other in the hallways were still a thing, bowing at each other are still a thing; but there were a bit newer accompanies, the peach on your cheeks, and the nervousness on akaashi's nerves.

➜ the both of you would have a small chit-chats with each other even if it's just the two of you inside a classroom, occasionally laughing at a literature joke akaashi had up his sleeves.

➜ and it wasn't only you and akaashi which have noticed the slight changes in yours and akaashi's behaviour.

➜ yukie and kaori would share knowing glance at each other whenever you and akaashi would share a long conversation with each other than usual by every lunch time with the vbc team

➜ and also your older brother, kou-nii, has also noticed it😳

➜ the way you and akaashi would hold unusual, and long gazes at each other ― the one would also look at the other when they aren't looking, and vice versa

➜ koutaro was ecstatic !! since at first he thought you guys were already best friends not knowing both of you had different thoughts😳

➜ it wasn't only until valentines day did it really click on him what the weird tension between akaashi and you was when you stayed up later than usual baking some sweets ― at first, thought it was for him, but before he could say how honoured he was, he saw the scribbled up tags scattered, and it all lead him up to a piece of paper which you have forgotten to scribbled out which said,

“ to akaashi ”

➜ and a small, yet noticable doodled heart on the side

➜ and that was when something in kou's brain malfunctioned.

➜ you weren't by any chance ,, infatuated with his best friend ??? righT?? RIGHT??

➜ the next day he snuck a glance on the box of sweets and still saw his best friend's name on it and boy did it click to him

➜ you ! like ! his ! best friend

➜ normaly he wouldn't mind since akaashi's a great guy, but you were his little sister

➜ and bb boy couldn't help but get protective

➜ but it was your life and your relationship, he's glad atleast the person that took your heart was akaashi

➜ when you confessed to akaashi, you were in a haze and before you knew it ― akaashi has pulled you onto a warm yet careful hug and with infatuated tainted cheeks, he returned your feelings

➜ and the day you told your brother that you and akaashi were dating, bb boy kinda kinda knew it was coming but nevertheless has never felt SO proud of both of you

➜ would support you till no ends

➜ he already knows about akaashi's information so ,,,

➜ you know just in case homeboy breaks ur heart😌🗿

➜ hope fully not because akaashi COULD NEVERRRR

➜ as i said in my older brother headcanons, he would step up as a big brother when he needs to & he had the bro talk with akaashi & akaashi was never the same after that

➜ but honestly had called dibs being akaashi's best man and for him and your father to walk you down the aisle

➜ mans mind was gOING PLACES Y'ALL LMAOO

➜ would have sleepover with the three of you guys on the living room but he'll be the one sleeping with akaashi on the other sofa because nuh-uh, you ain't ready for that shlt yet

➜ would also 8/10 of the time has clung onto akaashi while sleeping while akaashi was regretting his life choices at 2 am in the morning when he found himself sprawled, his other half of the body hanging off the sofa while the bokuto siblings are sleeping peacefully

➜ but akaashi wouldn't have it any other way. and koutaro too, since both of his best friends are happpily together, he couldn't ask for anything more as both your best friend, and brother.

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . this was requested by a fellow filipino anon !! love this request so much & it's so cute. hopefully you liked this bubs, also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, i need me some entertainment and i have almost finished writing all the requests in my inbox. i promise i'll write them😳✌

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 4 years

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We Move Lightly - 13

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: super fluff I guess??

Word count: 2,454.

A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio!

You were sitting outside in the backyard, just doodling in your notebook. You made a little Margrethe wearing a flower crown, and with her was Ubbe, holding a sword. You remember that one day when Ivar told you the story of the Yggdrasil, the tree that holds the nine worlds in Norse Mythology - although to him it wasn’t just a simple mythology.

Then you hear someone screaming in joy.

Yeehaw!

It was close enough to you.

You decide to look up when Hvitserk’s head appeared in the mid-air.

“Oh!” He exclaimed when he saw you. Then disappeared. “Hi, Y/N,” he waved a hand at you when he came back.

“What the hell?” You say between chuckles.

“Hell is not a thing,” Hvitserk says.

“Yeah, I already had this lesson from your brother, I don’t need it again from you.”

“Wanna come over?” Hvitserk only talked when his head appeared again in the air above your fence.

“Is that what I think it is?” You ask him.

“Trampoline,” he disappeared. “Yep,” and appeared again.

“Where’s Ivar?”

“Oh, so you’ll only come over if he’s here?”

“Of course not, I just asked.”

“He went out, dunno where. C’mon Y/N!”

Rolling your eyes you go over to the Lothbroks.

“I wanna see you try come up here while I still jump!”

“How old are you, Hvitserk?”

“Does it even matter? I’m having one hell of a fun here.”

“Hell is not a thing.”

“Shut up and come have some fun.”

You get on the trampoline, but you can’t get up. “Stop jumping a little, please,” you ask laughing.

“Can’t stop. I dared you to come here while I jump.”

“Not fair!”

“Okay, I’ll slow down, but only because I’m the coolest brother.”

“You are the coolest,” you reassured and he winked one eye at you. When you got the right pace you and Hvitserk were alternating jumps.

“So, what is this about?”

“My sister Gyda just returned it back, they were throwing a birthday party to one of Aud’s little siblings.”

“Oh, I remember them. Are they still here?”

“Yep. Wanna talk to them?”

“Just to say hi would be nice,” you stop jumping, but Hvitserk doesn’t let you.

“No no no no no. No stopping. I’ll call her. Gydaaaaaa!” You cover your ears.

“Did you have to do this?”

“You wanted to say hi,” Hvit says as if it was nothing.

“Yeah?” Gyda shows up. You only saw her once, so her resemblance wasn’t very clear to you.

“Y/N just wanted to say hi.”

“I remember you! Ivar’s friend, right?” Blushing, and still jumping, you tuck your hair behind your ears, which to say was a bit useless.

“Special friend,” Hvit adds.

“Shut up. Yes, I am. Kinda,” you turn back to Gyda. “It’s nice to see you, I don’t see you much around here.”

“Well, Aud and I have been traveling a lot. Just quick stops, but even so.”

“They volunteer,” Hvit explains to you.

“Wow, this is so cool!”

“Yeah, Hvitserk likes to brag about it.”

“What can I do? I have a good sister. One of the siblings has to be good, since all the guys are assholes.”

“You’re not a bunch of assholes,” Gyda says.

“You’re right - I’m actually nice.”

You see a car approaching the garage - it appears to be Ivar’s car.

“I think Ivar’s home,” you notice.

“All you ever wanted, isn’t it?” Hvitserk rolls his eyes.

“Hi everyone,” Ivar greets, giving Gyda a hug. “What’s up, stranger,” he says to you. “Unusual to see this,” he tilted his head at you.

“Hvitserk was pretty convincing,” you say.

“He usually is.”

“No secrets here, all I had to say was ‘Ivar’s not home’ and she came running.”

“Wanna jump with us?” You ask Ivar. He shakes his head.

“Probably not a good idea,” you know what he meant.

“I’ll get out, then.”

“Here, I’ll help you,” Ivar gives you a hand. Once on the ground, Gyda gives you a hug and waves her bye to Hvitserk. Ivar locks his icy blue eyes on yours, ignoring his older brother in the background. “Wanna go for a ride?”

How could one - specially you - not get dazed by his perfect smile with pointy teeth? Biting your lower lip and holding his hand, you nod.

“How are things?” You ask when you get in the car. You hoped Ivar understood what you meant.

“Things are good,” he answers with a grin. “Just not trustworthy of a trampoline.”

“Damn you, trampoline,” you curse jokingly.

“It’s more of a ‘damn you, legs’,” Ivar says with a smile, eyes on the street ahead of him. The comment kinda hurt your feelings, but you had no idea if you could express it. So instead you just said:

“I like the damn legs.”

Ivar placed his hand on your knee and caressed there. You were together for some time now - what, 2 months? More? - but every time he touched you or kissed you it still felt completely new. Your heart would always skip a bit, your lungs would always fail a bit, your brain would always bug a bit.

Smiling down at his hand, you trace lines on Ivar’s wrist. Your fingers meet each other and intertwine, staying like this for the whole ride.

Ivar drove up a hill through a dirt path filled with trees on both sides. It was beautiful and somehow made you feel calm, at peace. You had no idea that a place like this could exist in this little town.

“Kattegat has more to offer than you think,” he said, seeming almost like he just read your mind.

“You seem like an explorer,” you point out.

“I had plenty of free time after my legs ditched me. Thought I could use it to ride around.”

You paid attention as the trees around the dirt path opened up and all you could see was rocks, grass and sand. Ivar pulled over at the top of the hill, which now you assumed it was a mountain after all.

“Care to walk, like, 30 paces?” His tone was sarcastic.

“Only if you hold my hand.”

“I would do it anyway.”

Ivar got out of the car and, before you could assume possible, he was already at your side, opening the door for you, his hand waiting for yours. It was warm - Ivar was always warm.

He didn’t say a word through all the 30 paces, but his smile couldn’t have said more. It’s not like he was up to something, you just knew that something breathtaking was about to come.

“Sometimes it gets kinda windy up here, so just hold tight,” he said. You nodded.

At the edge, your lungs stopped, even with all that available air. You inhaled and stopped breathing. You could see the edge of the other mountain ahead of you, but beneath all that height there was water. It had no waves and it was calm. You could hear a waterfall in the distance, but you couldn’t see it from up there.

“If you don’t close your mouth a little bug will come inside, Y/N,” with one finger under your chin Ivar closed your mouth. You looked at him, eyes wide open. He had a cocky expression - he knew that you would be impressed.

“This view is incredible, it’s amazing.”

“This is a fjord. One of my father’s favorites, actually.”

“Was there a harbor there?” You pointed to where the water meets the land.

“Maybe, hundreds of years ago. Most likely to.”

“Is there a reason for why this is your father’s favorite fjord?” Ivar giggled at your accent of the foreign word.

“Old man says he feels connected to it. Maybe he had ancestrals here, who knows?” He shrugged, giving less meaning to his words. “But is truly beautiful,” you only nodded, still stunned.

“Can you imagine?” You ask him.

“What?” He has been appreciating the view as well.

“All the old people and women and children there, at the harbor, waving their goodbyes to the warriors.”

“Wow, that’s sort of poetic. Maybe they were waiting for them as they saw the first ship at sight,” you only nod, imagining all the case scenarios. Ivar then said: “You should just see your face right now.”

You felt his stare burning you, and you wondered how his incredible blue eyes would be looking now. Suddenly you’re taken by a wave of shyness and you feel the blood going up your cheeks.

“I have to contain myself in ways I never thought possible, or necessary,” Ivar’s fingers traced up and down your arm. You asked yourself what could he possibly be talking about. “If I touch you now more than I already am I’m afraid things will lose its course.”

“Well, it’s a possibility, we’re too close to the edge,” you hear Ivar’s laugh burst out.

“Oh Gods, you’re the death of me. You completely ruined my moment, Y/L/N.”

“I’m just too afraid of falling.”

“You won’t fall. Plus, I’m here. I wouldn’t let it happen,” he takes your hand on his. He pokes your cheek. “I guess what I was trying to say,” he chuckles “is that I feel incredible feelings and things for you, and sometimes it’s very hard to not just take you in my arms.”

Your stomach turns in butterflies that could lift you up. You remembered that day on his bed when Aslaug knocked on the door.

“Then why don’t you do it?” Now you looked up at Ivar, a good inches taller than you. He was all desire and softness.

“Because I wanna take my time with you. If that’s okay,” he lifted your chin and stared at your lips. You motioned yes and the tip of his nose touched yours, his lips so close to your own. He pecked so little and so delicately that, if all your nerves weren’t being burned by paying every attention to him, you would’ve never felt it.

It was already night and you were at your bed, reading a book. The day with Ivar was incredible - the fjord was even more beautiful than the lake -, and you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ivar had said to you - and what it meant.

I feel incredible feelings and things for you, and sometimes it’s very hard to not just take you in my arms, you remembered his words. He wanted you; he always wanted you, in all ways and all meanings. Because I wanna take my time with you.

You could only wonder why.

Was he shy? Was he not confident enough? Maybe he needed more confidence than he already had. Was… was it his legs?

Maybe the reason why he needed a little more confidence came from his legs, although you didn’t imagine what could be wrong with them. Would there be something Ivar didn’t like about it?

It was silly, you thought. Ivar was perfect - in every way.

And he wanted to be with you. He wanted you.

As if connected, your phone rang at his message.

Care to host the boogie man?

You frowned at the message and, before you could answer, you hear someone knocking at your window. You open your curtains to see Ivar sitting on the roof, grinning openly.

“If it wasn’t for your message you can be sure I would scream like crazy now,” your heart was bumping heavy and fast. You open your window for him and he comes in. “What, you can’t jump on a trampoline but can climb up here?”

“Different things, my darling. Plus, I have enough strength on my arms to climb here,” he takes a look around, politely. “It feels weird to have the full picture. I don’t wanna pry.”

“You mean by breaking in through my window?” You say playfully.

“I didn’t break in; you let me in,” he points at you and you cross your arms on your chest.

“I dare you,” he raises an eyebrow like only he can and crosses his arms too. You tried to not pay attention on his muscles - at least not too much. “I dare you to jump on the trampoline with your arms, like if you were walking on your hands.”

Ivar holds in a stormy laugh, since he didn’t want to be caught by your parents.

“That would be interesting, but unfortunately the trampoline is gone. All I can offer is a lunch tomorrow at my house. Everyone will be there.”

An invitation. You bit your lips. It wasn’t like he never invited you to anything at his house, but it always made you feel special. You liked to think he wanted you there with him.

“Why… Why did you climb up here?” You ask curiously.

“I just wanted a good night kiss.”

With that he smiled, his smile bringing you peace and happiness and love and stars on your head. He placed his hands on your cheek, cupping your face and kissed you slowly, passionately, his lips smooth and plump. You felt the air failing in your lungs and your legs tremble.

“Wow, there,” he cut the kiss and smiled, grabbing you by your waist, which didn’t quite help.

His warm hand against the skin on your waist.

“How do you do it?” You ask dazely.

“Do what?” He didn’t add anything, but you read all the sassy comments on his eyes.

“Not take me in your arms right now,” his eyes softened with lust.

“Some wills are far stronger than others. I want every piece of you.”

You pulled Ivar’s face down fiercely and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. His eyes shot wide open by the surprise of your move, since you’ve never made such a thing and especially with all that intensity. He hugged you tight against his body - warm, always warm -, but before you could brush your hips against his he broke the kiss, stepping back.

His chest was going up and down heavily, and his eyes were for the first time dark.

His icy blue eyes became dark.

“You should consider seriously when I say you’re the death of me, Y/N.”

But just the way he purred your name… you bit your lips once again.

“Lunch tomorrow,” he stepped closer to you and cupped your face, making you look up at him. “Okay, dove?”

You nodded.

“No kisses. I need to be a man of strength,” he said.

“I think your arms got enough for you as a whole.”

You only saw a tip of his canine shining before he went out the window again, a cool air taking place where his warm body once was.

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