#Ed wants nothing but cute family fluff but I want angst

[not-that-dillinger]

Pounce! [Rinzler has tackled Ed. Playfully or maliciously is up to you]

Maybe laughing at the evil dictator was not the right response, but Ed was hurt, emotionally, and physically from the past few hours, and honestly, at this point, it wasn't like he had anything to lose.

He escaped the death games, which was a miracle on it's own accord. And somehow he found Flynn, out in the barren wastelands beyond the city. Flynn pulled him into his sanctuary, and Ed never thought he'd be more relieved to see Flynn.

Until Flynn realized who he was.

"You're Dillinger's brat?"

Ed flinched. Which was more than enough of an answer to that question for Flynn.

Flynn did...something, and the next thing Ed knew, he was fighting a loosing battle with consciousness.

When he returned to consciousness, he was surrounded by orange programs, in the middle of the the barren wastelands. And then he was back on Flynn's (evil?) twin's ship.

"You're a slippery one, aren't you?" Clu said in amusement. "Don't take it personally," Clu said. "You're just... bate."

Besides him and Clu, there were the two guards that had brought him up, the annoying bald guy with a visor, and the program the Ed could only assume was Clu's personal bodyguard, with the nearly pitch-black suit and blank, faceless helmet to match, who seemed to be growling (purring?).

Ed laughed. "I hate to break it to you, but you'll be waiting forever. He made it quite clear you'd be doing him a favor if you got rid of me for him."

"Ah. A shame. I'd hate to waste the resources... No matter. You'll make quite a spectacle in the games. It's not every day we get to watch a user fight."

Ed panicked. He couldn't go back there. He dropped to the floor to get away from his guards, then scrambled away. He'd barely taken a few steps before someone tackled him to the floor. He stared up into the dark, faceless mask of Clu's bodyguard, throat burning from the ignited edge of one of his discs millimeters from his throat.

For a second, he considered struggling, if only because having his throat slit here would be a mercy compared to going back to the games. He panted from the effort, straining under the program's weight as he pinned him down.

Clu chuckled. "You don't like games? Well, I'm sure we can find some other use for you."

Ed held very still, his rapid breath fogging on the blank, black mask staring at him, listening to the click of Clu's boots as he paced behind him.

"I've always wondered if it would be possible to rectify a User," Clu mused. "But we won't be visiting the Rectifyer for another millicycle. And I can't just leave you idle until then. You've proven you'll try to escape...."

Clu paced behind him, clearly savoring the anticipation while Ed anxiously awaited the verdict on his fate.

"I suppose you can be Rinzler's new toy until we reach the Rectifier."

[munsonsduchess]

Feels like Heaven

summary: you've been feeling a little out of it lately so a girls trip to the mall is just the cure, right? w/c: 2,043 warnings: fluff, mild angst, insecurities, mentions of pregnancy, eddie thinking he's not good enough, mentions of bullying, mentions of prejudices a/n: now usually this sort of thing isn't for me but when the request came in I just couldn't help myself. There was so much potential here!

Not beta'd or anything, any mistakes you find are just there for flavour. This is also part three in the domestic!Eddie x wife!Reader series. You can find part one here and part two here

(moodboard by me)

You’d not been feeling well for the last few days, which you chalked up to missing your last period. The pharmacy had run out of your prescription for the pill so you’d had to wait a few days in between taking your last dose and getting the new prescription filled. 

It always left you feeling a little weird and out of sorts when you came off it for any length of time and this was no different. Well, the headaches were new but Eddie had his methods for helping you deal with those. 

The two of you hadn’t slowed down any, you’d had to take extra precautions sure and you'd bought a box or two of condoms to keep you going while you waited to fill your prescription but nothing much had changed. 

Which meant that when Nancy, Robin and Steve’s new girlfriend Nicole had asked if you wanted to have a girls day at the Mall, no boys allowed, Eddie had been particularly pouty about the whole thing. He'd been looking after you while you'd been feeling out of sorts and he wasn't keen on your going to the mall when you still weren't feeling the best,

"Baby I'll be fine, it's just the hormone thing from the pill. If I feel worse than I do right now I'll find a phone and call right away ok?"

"Yeah fine ok" Eddie groaned, "I still don't like this" 

You sighed and kissed him softly. You knew he was looking out for you, he hated when you were unwell, even when you had the sniffles he was always making you soup and checking your temperature to make sure it wasn't a fever or anything worse. So you understood his hesitation at you spending the day in the mall,

"Love you Eds" 

"Love you too baby" 

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The mall wasn't as busy as you'd thought it would be so it wasn't as bad walking around with the girls and Steve's girlfriend Nicole was really nice. You'd known of her when you were in high school, you ran in different circles of course but she'd taken the pictures for the yearbook and had snapped a really cute one of you and Eddie you'd actually bought from the school and kept in your purse as a memento. 

The four of you were sitting in the food court, Nancy was teasing Nicole about Steve's six kid confession he'd made to her,

"I hope you're ready for it" she laughed, "he already has his eyes on a Winnebago"

"Harrington Family Road Trip!" Robin laughed, "with Mama Steve and the six nuggets" 

You laughed along. Steve made no secret of wanting kids and as much as he complained about being the babysitter all the time there was no one who loved kids more than Steve Harrington, which admittedly was a shocking twist of events from the man you had assumed him to be, 

"What about you and Eddie?" Nancy asked, "you guys have been married for three years now, any sign of kids on the horizon?" 

You were about to answer her and laugh off the statement, you and Eddie were definitely not ready for kids yet. You were still kids yourselves! The all consuming wave of nausea that took over your body however and had you rushing for the bathrooms stopped the words before they could come out. 

You shoved the door to the cubicle open and immediately bent over the toilet bowl and began spewing your guts, you felt someone take your hair and hold it behind you slipping a scrunchie into the makeshift ponytail. You figured it was either Nancy or Nicole since you could hear Robin freaking out in the background about your sudden and violent upchuck.

When you finally felt as though you might be able to lift your head without another wave of vomit you lay your head against the cool wall of the bathroom stall and groaned, 

"Sorry. Guess I wasn't feeling better after all" 

"You said you were feeling weird for a while right?" Nancy asked, "that you'd been waiting to refill your prescription and that's when this started?" 

"Yeah, hormones all out of whack" you nodded in agreement, although the look in Nancy's eyes told you she thought differently, "Wheeler I don't like that look" 

The other two girls looked from Nancy to you and back again. Robin furrowed her brow in confusion but Nicole seemed to pick something up,

"Nicole can you go to the pharmacy on the ground floor? Take my purse" 

"That's ok. I got it" she left the bathroom and Robin watched her go in a state of confusion,

"Um is anyone gonna tell me what's going on here?" 

"Wheeler thinks I'm pregnant" you supplied, "I can't be, we used condoms the whole time. We were careful!" 

Nancy hummed and bit the inside of her cheek, she knew the statistics behind condoms and she also knew how much Eddie and you liked to be together. She bit her tongue until Nicole returned with the little paper bag from the pharmacy in hand, 

"Only one way to find out" 

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"Well … fuck" you were looking at the little piece of plastic in your hands and the two pink lines that had come up on the strip, "this is … fuck" 

"You don't have to make any decisions right now" Nancy said quickly, "you should talk to Eddie and decide what you guys want to do" 

"This is crazy" Robin breathed, "you're like making a person in there!" 

"Why don't we give you a ride home?" Nicole offered, "I'm sure you've got a lot to talk about" 

"That's an understatement" 

The ride home was quiet. You didn't say much and neither did the other girls, you were trying to figure out what to tell Eddie and wondering how he'd take the news. Robin had called Steve and asked if he'd meet them at Eddie's just in case. Nancy had offered to let you stay with her if things went badly and so Steve would take Robin and Nicole home. 

As you pulled into the trailer park your heart twisted in your chest and you were certain you were going to puke again. This was insane. You were only 21, it was too soon! 

"Do you want us to come in with you?" Nancy asked, "Or do you want us to wait outside?" 

"Outside. For now" you said, "I need to tell him by myself" 

The girls nodded and watched as you got out of the car. You gripped the little plastic test in your hand tightly and steeled yourself for whatever would  come next. 

Opening the door to the trailer you were met with the familiar smell of cigarette smoke, weed and the musky aftershave Eddie sprayed to mask the smell, something usually so comforting but now made your stomach lurch. What if this was the last time you smelt this? The last time you stepped into your trailer? Your home.

Steve was already inside and when he saw you he smiled and got up from his spot on the couch to greet you but one look at his face told him that was a bad idea right now,

"I'm just gonna say hey to the girls, I'll be right back" he left the trailer without saying another word leaving you alone with Eddie,

"You're home early. What happened?" he got up and made his way over to you, "baby what's wrong, talk to me please" 

You couldn't find the words so you just uncurled your fist and held out the pregnancy test to him. Eddie wasn't sure what was going on but he took the little plastic test and brought it to the light for examination,

"Baby what's - " he cut himself off realising what you'd just handed him, "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait"

You could already feel the tears welling up in the back of your eyes and you did your best to try and blink them away. You weren't going to cry. You'd told yourself you wouldn't, 

"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" Eddie asked softly, a hand reaching out for your own, "baby are you - are we - shit" 

"I'm pregnant" the words came out as nothing more than a whisper but Eddie heard them loud and clear,

"Pregnant? How? We, we, used condoms, we were careful!" 

"Not careful enough I guess" the tears were free flowing now, you couldn't stop them if you tried. Eddie of course noticed and brought his free hand up to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb,

"I’m sorry baby. I'm so sorry. This is my fault" Eddie looked at you and you saw fear in his eyes, fear he wouldn't be good enough, fear he'd ruined your life forever. 

You unclasped your hand from his and threw both your arms around him in a bone crushing hug. You loved this man with your whole being and there was no way you were going to let him take the whole blame for this,

"It's not your fault Eddie, it's no one's fault" 

"But - "

"You listen to me Edward Munson and you listen good. Did I want to bring a kid into the world in a town full of small minded hicks and bigots? Where people will judge you the second they see you, make snap judgements and keep their small minded opinions their whole lives? Sure. Maybe I wanted us to move away somewhere where people were nice, where no one knew us and we could raise a kid, somewhere with a house and a garden and a stupid white picket fence but if you think for one second that I will not be the proudest woman in the world to let everyone in this judgemental ass town know that I'm carrying your baby then think again" 

"But the kid is going to have to go through its whole life being the kid of the town freak. You could do so much better" 

"There is no one better," you stated with authority, "you're the kindest, sweetest, gentlest man I've ever known and this kid is lucky to have you. You're going to be an amazing dad" 

“Baby you know what people in this town are like. What kids are like” Eddie argued,

“Well then our kid is gonna have a strong right hook. Maybe Harrington will give us that bat for the big birthday” you joked making Eddie laugh, you noticed the tears on his own face but the fear in his eyes had gone. Replaced with something better, with love.

"Harrington is gonna wonder what's going on" Eddie laughed, "we should probably tell him it's safe to come back in" 

"The girls too" 

"Just, five more minutes" 

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"Oh my god congratulations!" Steve was shocked to say the least but he wasn't entirely unsurprised, "I mean this was bound to happen eventually and - ow!" 

"Thanks man" Eddie laughed as Steve rubbed each part of his body that had been pinched by one of the girls, "I can't believe it, my girl's pregnant!" 

"You're going to be a great Dad" Nancy said, offering Eddie a hug which he accepted gladly, "we'll leave you guys to it, just call if you need anything" 

"Thanks Wheeler, for making me take the test" 

"What are friends for?" 

You waved your friends off, Eddie stood behind you with his arms wrapped protectively around your stomach. The pair of you watched as Steve and the girls drove out of the trailer park before heading back inside. 

Eddie's face was one of pure joy. He never thought he'd be so happy. He made himself a promise in that moment, his kid was never going to learn how to hotwire a car or steal a bike even though it had a chain around it or any of the other shit his old man taught him to do.

Eddie Munson was going to teach his kid how to play catch. He was going to go to little league matches and dance recitals and school plays. He was going to be there for his kid.

He was going to change the Munson name in Hawkins, Indiana.

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[mediocre-daydreams]

mediocre-daydreams dialogue prompt list 🗯

you are more than free to request any of these prompts!

check out my masterlist and 100 followers extravaganza post for more info 🤍

fluff:

- “is that my shirt?” “you mean our shirt?”

- “i’m so proud of you”

- “you are my family”

- “i haven’t seen them that happy in ages”

- “are you blushing?”

- “i can’t stop thinking about you”

- “they’re good for each other”

good 4 each other (peter parker x avenger! reader)

- “they don’t compare to you. nobody does.”

- “i promise”

- “because i’m in love with you, isn’t that obvious?” + "do you trust me?" "no."

delicate (bucky barnes x avenger! reader)

- “you- you’re beautiful.”

- “i’m not blind”

- “if you don’t make a move, i will”

- “if there’s nothing going on between you two, you don’t mind if i take them out, do you?”

(un)requited infatuation (peter parker x avenger! reader)

angst:

- “i love you” “no you don’t”

- “you’re just like ____!”

- “just let me see them one more time. please.”

- “you deserve better”

- “don’t look at me like that” “like what?” “like you still love me”

- “was it ever even real?” / “did you ever even love me?”

- “i don’t care if you have to lie. just make me feel better, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

- “i would’ve done anything for you”

- “don’t you dare walk away from me!”

'til the gravity's too much (peter parker x gn! reader)

- “get out of my sight! go!”

- “you were the one who left, not me”

- “you’re in love with someone else”

- “i hate you.”

stupid shit i’d probably say tbh

- “we’re just friends!” *hint hint no they aren’t*

- “duh i love them! we’ve been friends foreeever”

- “it’s not a double date. we’re just… third and fourth wheeling.”

- “do you trust me?” “no.”

- “touch them, and i’ll poke your eyes out with forks and grill them like kebabs” *or some other ridiculous threat -> trust me i can come up with many*

- “you think i’m cute when i’m angry? how’s this for cute?”

- “you call it a problem, i call it a solution”

- “you come here often?” “yes. i work/live/etc here.”

the game (peter parker x stark! reader)

- “kiss me, you fucking asshole”

- “i like you.” “you like me or you like like me?”

general:

- “is that a threat?”

- “are you afraid of me?” + "you flinched"

i know you'd never (tasm! peter parker x gn! reader)

- “you flinched”

- “is somebody jealous?”

- “stop flirting with me, i’m going to start believing it”

- “i’m not your [pet name]”

- “don’t look at me. this is embarrassing”

- “i don’t need a reason other than ‘i wanted to’”

- “it was a joke, i swear!”

- “is that really what you think of me?”

- “nobody’s ever told me that/said that about me before” +"you- you're beautiful."

eraser (peter parker x stark! reader)

- “nothing’s going to happen to you. i’ll make sure of it.”

- “no! don’t tell them i said that about them!”

- “i hate that i love you”

- “you’re scary”

- “do i like you/them? ew, that’s disgusting. why would you say that?”

- “marry me”

- “you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

- “i knew this would happen”

burnt cookies (peter parker x ed! reader)

- “i'm not as good as you think i am.”

the eggs benedict to your mass production (college! himbo!bucky x tutor! reader)

[gyupremacy]

The Girl Next Door (To My Bedroom) | knj.

↳ Pairing: collegeroommate!namjoon x fem!reader

↳ Genre: roommates au, non-idol au, college au, angst, fluff, smut, friends to lovers

↳ Word Count: 1.5k

↳ Warning: light choking, light slapping, oral (f. receiving), cowgirl, dom!joon, sub!reader, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism (reader meets namjoon practically naked, self conscious!joon, one sided attraction, cursing

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Summary: You can't hide your obvious attraction towards your roommate, Namjoon... and he can't hide his attraction either.

↳ a/n: I just went through my miniscule masterlist and realized I haven't written anything for Joon (or Hobi and Tae for that matter). Don't worry, I have it covered for the near future 😉

italics = flashback

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Namjoon would be lying if he said that he didn't find the idea of living with a cute college girl intriguing. After all, he is a cute college guy. At least according to Jimin, who came up with arrangement. His girlfriend Sana, insisted that her best friend and his best friend would get along well, so they decided to have the two meet the day that the new school year started.

The couple were lucky enough that their shared university had only two co-ed dorms, so there was a greater chance that their friends would be placed in the same room. Namjoon unlocked the dorm room with the key he received, to open the new place he would call him for at least the next 9 months. He was soon greeted be a girl that looked around the same age as him in nothing more than a towel.

"Hi! Are you Namjoon?" your smooth voice soon tickled his eardrums, taking in the sight before him.

"Yeah. So that means you're Y/N." you nod, extending your hand out for him to shake.

"The one and only." you beamed before realizing that you still had no clothes on and excused yourself to get changed.

The conversation between you both flowed easily. You discussed each other's majors, family, and hobbies outside of school and became fast friends.

That was 5 months ago, now the sexual tension between the two of you could be cut with a butter knife. Namjoon would cast lingering glances at you whenever you were getting ready to go to a party with friends and you would reciprocate whenever he came back from the campus recreation center.

With these feelings of attraction, you would feel a small bit of sadness when you heard him talk about the current object of his affection, your history classmate Leia. The two of you barely interacted, but that didn't mean that you would hold off your opinions about her. She wasn't a bad person necessarily, but she was a follower amongst her clique of friends.

You didn't want to prevent Namjoon from a possible romantic relationship, but you couldn't just stand on the sidelines without letting him know how you truly feel.

"Y/N, which shirt do you think Leia will like for our date tonight?" your crush and dormmate pondered.

Honestly, you didn't care about the shirts nor did you care to hear about his date in the first palce. Both of the shirts looked out of season, but the relatively tall girl would probably be too busy talking about her new handbag that her father got as a gift for passing her final exams of the previous semester (even if she got outside help).

"The crew neck looks nice." you mused, still looking down at your new class schedule.

"I knew I could count on you! You're the best, Y/N!" Namjoon gave you a quick hug before grabbing his phone and wallet, heading out without another word.

"Well goodbye to you too." you say to the door dejectedly.

You got up to grab a cup of hot chocolate due to the sharp weather decline, when you saw the flash from your phone on the coffee table.

"Hey Sana." you greeted your best friend.

"I have so much to tell you, but you might want to sit down." she said with a concerned tone.

"What is it? You sound pretty upset." taking a seat on the couch preparing for her rambling.

"Seulgi told Irene, who told Jennie, who told Nayeon, who told me, that Leia went out with Joon as a dare from her friends." you could hear the anger in her voice as she said this.

"What? Are you serious?" you asked.

"Yes. I'm so pissed right now." Sana had every reason to be upset. She had known Namjoon since high school, in fact, he was the one that introduced her to Jimin.

"He's like a brother to me and I'm so sick and tired of girls using him." she takes a breath, until she can fully compose herself to continue on.

"Namjoon is such a nice guy, too. It sucks so much." you put your hand on your forehead.

"This would be the perfect time for you to tell him about how you feel about him." Sana teases.

"You know this wouldn't be the right time because he's about to get his feelings hurt as we speak." you slightly yell, not trying to disturb your fellow students in the dorm.

"Well whatever you choose to do, you can at least be there to comfort him. I have to go Y/N, bye!" Sana says, hanging up.

Namjoon soon came back to the dorm room with a somber look on his face. You could tell that Leia told him about her ulterior motives for the night as he leisured on to the mini fridge.

"Hey Joon." you bit your lip hoping to get a response.

"Y/N, you don't have to act sad. I know that Sana told you what happened." you look down to the floor in embarrassment.

"Either way, what her and her friends did was fucked up and we know that." trying your best to ease the situation.

"It's just... why don't girls like me? Am I not attractive enough?" tears began to form in his eyes as the painful sting of these words hit.

"No Namjoon. Of course you're attractive, but more importantly, you're a sweet guy all around." you give him a hug of reassurance.

"I just feel lonely seeing all my friends in relationships and happy. Do you think I'll ever get to feel that with someone else?" he looked directly into your eyes as he said this, not expecting to get a response.

"I'd hope so... because... I like you Joon." you wanted to be swallowed by the floor right now, looking at his unreadable expression.

"Really? You like me, Y/N?" Namjoon says in disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I? You're the smartest, funniest, and kindest guy I have ever met." with these words, he leaned in to kiss you.

"I hope that wasn't too much." he says calmly.

"Not one bit."

You both spent no time taking each other's clothes off hastily, trying your best to get into Namjoon's room without making too much noise. He was left in his briefs, while you were left in a navy blue matching bra and panties set.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you I liked you sooner." you moaned out as he attacked your collarbone with kisses.

"Me either. You look so sexy right now, Y/N." he places you softly on his bed.

Namjoon kisses both your breasts, followed by more kisses down your stomach, until he reached the promise land that was your pussy.

"I've always found you so attractive. Ever since I met you wearing that towel." he pulls down your underwear in an instant.

"Wanted to see if I could get the chance to get to know you first before I plunge right in your beautiful mound." Namjoon licks a stripe up your folds, watching you writhe and groan at his touch.

"Your tongue feels so good, fuck!" you try to hold back your groans, while he continued his assault to your folds.

The way he lapped at you like you were his last meal, made you feel like you could burst at any second. You shudder at the sensation of his tongue diving in and out of you.

"Come on Y/N. On my tongue." Namjoon kisses and licks you, until you buck your hips onto his face.

You soon shift your positions, so now you were straddling his laps with your bare naked bottom. Reaching in front of you to unclasp your bra and fling it across the room. He pulls his briefs down before reaching towards his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and rolling it onto his already hard member.

"I can't wait for you to ride me, baby girl." Namjoon says with his signature dimpled smile.

You slowly sink down onto his shaft, earning a considerably loud moan that he muffles with his own hand. He grabs onto your hips, guiding your movements.

"Oh fuck! You're so thick, Joon." you look into his eyes, feeling the tight grip on your hips turn onto a smack to your butt.

"Such dirty words from such a sweet girl. You love the way I feel inside you, huh?" Namjoon pushes you further down onto him as your eyes closed from the pleasure you were receiving.

"Yes, Joon! You feel so good inside me!" you moan, causing him to buck up into your hips with his own.

"I know baby, just a few more thrusts and trust me, we'll both feel so good." he mustered up the energy to wrap his hand around your throat lightly enough so he doesn't cut off your air supply.

"I can tell you love this. You love being fucked by your friend, your roommate." Namjoon relishes at the sight of your eyes rolling back from his pleasure and yours.

"Now Y/N! Let's reach our high together." you bounce faster onto him as he jerks it off with his hand.

Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, until he finally came inside yellow piece of latex. Namjoon carefully rolled it off, throwing it in his trash can by the door, to be thrown out in the morning.

"Well that was... something else." he breaks the silence in the air.

"Definitely." you laugh, curling up in his chest.

Namjoon stroked your back, wrapping a blanket around the both of you. Your chin rested right below his pecs as you fluttered your eyelashes to take in his facial features.

"I meant everything I said earlier, Y/N." Namjoon said. "I really like you too and have for the longest."

"I meant what I said too. You are the sweetest guy and any girl would be lucky enough to have you as their boyfriend." you laughed nervously, knowing this feeling wouldn't last forever.

"The only girl I want to be the boyfriend of is you." Namjoon smiled.

"I'd like to be your girlfriend too, Joon." you say with the same sincerity as your confession earlier.

"We have a lot to talk about in the morning then." Namjoon kisses you on the forehead as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

The two of you curled up tightly in each other's arms, ready to begin the next step in your relationship.

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[l-r-christian]

This is about the request about the ED and I wanted to clarify that the reader is anorexia. She begins to become insure about her body because of Hayley or anyone else and stops eating, excessively working out.

Okay. I am going to kinda put my self in the reader's shoes for this one as I have been there only it was a toxic relationship so I kinda know the feelings. This is gonna be be therapeutic for me.

Warnings: Angst, Toxic behavior, Hayley being kinda bitchy, Protective Mikaelsons, Fluff,

A/N: please if you are going though any of this please please seek help. Get a support system and get heathly as you matter no what anyone says.

It started off as a small off hand comment from Hayley about Y/N's weight and the woman brushed it off. But soon Hayley's comments turned to backhanded remarks and a bit bitchy. It was summer as the family was out in the pool and Y/N put on a two piece swimsuit looking at herself in it seeing how gorgeous she looked.

"Wow a two piece? I wouldn't have if I had your belly Y/N but that's brave of you." Hayley said looking Y/N over as the woman wore a cute two piece swimsuit that Rebekah bought her. Y/N flushed feeling a little self conscious as Elijah smiled gently at her waving her over to his sun chair so he could put sunscreen on her.

"You alright, baby?"

"Yeah...." Y/N tells him feeling Elijah kiss her neck as Hope's laughter reach her ears and saw the girl in the pool with Klaus and Kol. Y/N smiled and relaxed ignoring the old dark feelings creeping back in her mind.

"Your thighs are looking a bit chubby. Surprised that Klaus can even lift you." Hayley says as it sounds like she was harmlessly teasing Y/N when Klaus came in carrying the woman on his back. Y/N was quick to get off Klaus's back making him frown with the sudden change of behavior but let it go.

Y/N stood in front of her mirror in just lace bra and panties while she looked okay to the outside world. Y/N thought she was too heavy there was fat and needed to lose the weight that was in her belly and thighs.

'They'll never find you attractive fatty.'

'Why wouldn't they want a fat girl.'

'Look at you so fat. Wow how could you let yourself go.'

Y/N put a large shirt on before heading down stairs to join her lovers for dinner which caught their attention. Y/N smiled sitting between Rebekah and Kol getting some dinner, Elijah had made her favorite.

"Not that hungry love?"

"I had a big lunch." Y/N answered Klaus when she got a small portion of food this seemed to get her lovers to back off for a moment.

"You're working out a lot more than normal." Camille said joining Y/N on her workout as lately Camille had became worried about her best friend. The therapist in Camille was screaming at her that something was wrong with Y/N as the blonde noticed that the other woman hadn't been eating much.

"Well summer is coming up and I just wanna be toned." Y/N said smiling as they entered the gym and Camille didn't buy it but made notes to keep an eye on her friend.

Y/N was a bit heavier when she was teen and was mercilessly bullied for it and when one summer passed she loss the weight. Only to be leered at by boys as she had curves and got attention because of it which she got bullied by the girls in her school.

Old insecurities had came back and was worse than ever the more Hayley pointed out Y/N's weight or seemly playfully flirt with Elijah. Y/N had only ate when her lovers weren't around which wasn't much and she hadn't been intimate with them. Y/N found herself working out more, throwing up whatever she ate and abusing diet pills.

'Hayley is more gorgeous than you.'

'I bet Elijah is fucking her. Why would he want someone as disgusting as you?'

'Ugh even Kol, Rebekah and Klaus are disgusted by you.'

'They shouldn't be with you. You don't deserve them.'

The dark thoughts whispered as Y/N swallowed after having thrown up her dinner and got up feeling weak. Y/N was pale, her hair was dull but to Y/N she thought she looked fine while those around her was worried about her. Y/N was circling back to her old teen mindset of a vicious cycle of throwing up and working out.

'I need to be beautiful. I need to be beautiful.'

Was an old dangerous thought that had came back in full force in Y/N's head as she headed for the gym again getting the other's attention making them frown.

"She is too thin Elijah. Something is wrong but she won't talk." Klaus said pacing as the four was talking about Y/N. For the last month they noticed the decline in their lover's health.

"I am aware Niklaus. But we can't just tie her down and force her to eat."

"Well we can't do nothing."

"Then let's find out why."

It took one slip up from Hayley for Rebekah to over hear as the hybrid making Y/N feel small as she said some hurtful words.

"Shame Elijah is dating a human like you. Weak and unattractive, I bet he has to be careful to not hurt you." Hayley said poking Y/N's thigh when the human walked past her.

"Your thighs look a lit......" Hayley was cut off by Rebekah's growl as the Original marched into the room glaring at the hybrid.

"So you been tormenting my little wife?!" Rebekah said getting protective getting the boy's attention as they walked in. They saw an angry Rebekah and an annoyed Hayley with a worried Y/N.

"Rebekah?"

"Nik the mother of your daughter has been hurting Y/N." Rebekah said as Klaus glared and Y/N was getting anxious as this wasn't what she wanted. The human moved to walk away as they were fighting with Hayley but because she hadn't been eating she fainted which Elijah caught her.

When Y/N woke she saw her vampires around her bed worried Elijah sat next to her cupping her cheek rubbing it frowning with how thin she felt.

"Why have you been staving yourself?"

"I haven't." Y/N said sitting up but layed back down feeling light headed as she was trying to push back the thoughts. Whispers of her being a burden enter her mind, now they won't want her but felt Rebekah cup her face.

"You aren't a burden and we would always want you." Rebekah said as Y/N realized she had said that all out loud and began to cry only to get piled on by her lovers. It was one step at a time as none of her lovers left her alone, Elijah made she stay in at least one of their beds and Klaus and Kol made sure she ate while Rebekah had been keeping Hayley away from the Abattoir.

Y/N was at a heathly weight but far from being okay so Klaus had her talk with Camille to get her to be in a healthy mindset. Y/N's road to recovery was rough as a few times she fell back into old habits but her lovers was quick to get her back on track.

"Thank you for not giving up on me." Y/N whispered as she as cuddled up to Kol with Rebekah as they all was watching a movie. Both Rebekah and Kol placed kisses on her skin as Elijah and Klaus smiled softly.

"We would never give up on you love." Klaus said as Y/N smiled feeling comfortable. By all means Y/N wasn't better but for now she felt loved and safe knowing that they would never allow her to feel like that again.

[littleoddwriter]

eddie comforting an adoptee reader? reader is happily adopted, but they can’t help getting adoption angst sometimes and wondering what happened to their birth parents. eddie comforts them and tells them how lucky they are to have a loving adoptive family (and the reader comforts him too about the orphanage trauma and his foster families) 🥺 that would be so cute since i’m an adoptee

Loveable | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hey there! Aw, yes! Thanks so much for the request. I really hope you like what I've done with it! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Reader is Adopted; Adoption Angst; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Fluff; Dialogue Heavy; Short Fic.

“Eddie? Do you ever wonder about your birth parents?” you asked, while you two were cuddling in bed with music softly playing in the background, having a lazy afternoon.

“Sometimes,” he said, tightening his hold around your shoulders. Your head rested on his shoulder and partially on his chest. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and your legs were intertwined with his. “I wonder what happened and why they gave me up. Maybe they didn’t even have a choice. Why are you asking?”

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you sighed and then answered, “My thoughts just kinda spiralled. ‘Cause I’m really happy with my family. They’re such amazing people and they adopted me. They wanted me. I just wonder if my birth parents didn’t. Or what must have happened to them for them to give me up, like you said. And it makes me feel - I don’t know - sad that I’ll probably never find out.”

You had no idea if you should do one of those DNA tests to find out about your birth parents. They had to be registered somewhere, right? There had to be a way to see who they were. But what would you do then? Go up to them and demand to know why they didn’t want you? That certainly wouldn’t go over well. 

Generally, it simply terrified you to think about your existence as an orphan. You were lucky that you had been adopted by a lovely family as yours. Edward never had that. You felt bad for even bothering him with your terrible thoughts about your unknown past.

“I think focusing on those questions won’t get you anywhere, Y/N. You know they’ve been torturing me all my life. And it hasn’t really caused me anything but more pain. Besides, you do have a family. Your birth parents don’t matter. You have parents and they are lovely, aren’t they? Maybe that’s all that should really matter now,” Ed told you gently, rubbing his hands over your upper arm soothingly.

“I mean, I wish I could just turn those thoughts off. Because you’re right, of course. But- I don’t know. I just don’t know, Eddie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be bothering you with this.” You shook your head slightly and buried your face in his shoulder, trying so hard to not let yourself succumb to the urge to cry. 

“No, no, no. Hey. It’s okay,” he said softly, “You’re not bothering me. And listen, it’s all right to feel and think this way. But remember. You have amazing parents, a wonderful family that you love and that loves you back very much. They chose you. Your birth parents didn’t for whatever reason we may never find out. Your parents had a choice and they chose you and I know that they would choose you all over again if they could. Because you’re such a loveable person, Y/N. And I should know, considering I love you very much.”

“I love you, too,” you choked out, muffled by his shoulder. You turned your head to speak properly after swallowing the tears that welled up in your eyes, “You’re right. My parents chose me. Nothing else should matter now. Thank you, Eddie baby.”

Edward kissed the top of your head and pulled you even closer. 

“I just want to tell you that I know you always ask yourself why no one ever chose you, too; and I may not know the reason for that, but I do know that you grew up to be an amazing man. Nothing and no one can take that away from you. Not even this pain and the agonising questions. You’re one of the most loveable people I know and I think it’s a shame no one ever gave you a chance, Eddie. You deserved one,” you told Edward after a moment, feeling like he could use the comfort he’s just provided you with, too. 

He was quiet. 

At first you thought that maybe what you said wasn’t as helpful as you had hoped, but when you raised your head to look at him, you saw the tears that had gathered in his eyes and slipped out.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Leaning in, you pressed a short, sweet kiss to Ed’s lips before lying back down like before.

A comfortable silence settled around you two, then. The comfort Ed radiated was palpable to you, settling deep inside of you and calming you down, leaving you more content than before. It did you good to be able to voice those thoughts to him; especially since he understood you.

No matter what may have been your birth parents’ thoughts or situation when they gave you up, you had not only a fantastic family, but you also had Eddie now. You felt like maybe you would have never met him if it wasn’t for the fact that you were with your adoptive family, your real family. And you didn’t necessarily want to find out. Edward was arguably the most important person in your life. Without him, you often felt like you couldn’t even breathe. 

Thinking about it, things were exactly the way they should be for you.

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

Shower Friends (Miya Atsumu x F!reader)

The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. When he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme.

genre(s): college!au, fake dating, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), eventual smut (maybe)  words: 3.5k

a/n: ah the sweet sweet smell of mutual pining. also 3 more chapters are planned, not written yet though bc i just decided i’d be writing them lmao. hopefully can get started on that this weekend and post them next week 🤗

taglist:  @apollochjld @kurosarium @vicassa @carbs-need-more-love @underratedmage @idek-at-thispoint @wtfeverbrandi @food8me @yikes-buddy @ntimacy @nyxiie @oikawasbooty @chocolate3010 @sugawarabby @greenyiplier @kritiiiii @tokyosdawn @youstydiaa @h3llok1ttygirl 

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Chapter Three

“You want me to help you with what?” You ask, a bit stunned when he showed up at the door, a terribly annoying but also cute pleading expression on his face.

He groans, his shoulders hunching forward in exasperation. “Ya really gunna make me repeat it?”

You peer closer at the top of his head and see that he’s being serious. The roots of his hair growing in are a dark brown and it had never even occurred to you that he dyes his hair the blonde color you’re so used to. “No, but why do you need my help?”

This is so embarrassing. Normally his roommate or a teammate can help him but none of them are available today and he���s already let the roots grow longer than he likes. But when one of them suggested you help him out instead, something inside him rebelled. For some reason, the thought of having you dye his hair for him made him uncomfortable, like he’s showing you an intimate part of him. This hair has been a part of him so long he can’t remember the last time he’d let it grow out.

“I can’t see if I got everything,” he admits. It took a lot of pacing around his room and staring at his roots for him to get up the courage to come over here to ask you. He can’t really explain why he was so against it, especially since you don’t seem to mind after you got over the initial shock of realizing this isn’t his natural hair.

A wave of relief washes over him when you sigh, conceding, “Alright. Just let me change into something I can get bleach on. I’ll meet you at your dorm.”

While he waits for you, he busies himself with mixing the dye together so it’s ready for you, and when you arrive in a t-shirt and shorts with paint splatters all over them, he mentally kicks himself for thinking about how even wearing something so simple you still look better than anyone he’s ever seen. Crossing your arms, you motion for him to take a seat at his desk. Before he does so, he reaches behind his neck to grab at the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment, it taking you a second to process that he’s now standing before you shirtless and you’re free to ogle his muscular chest and arms to your hearts content. He doesn’t pay any attention to you, knowing if he meets your gaze, he won’t be able to stop the heat threatening to crawl up his neck. Instead, he wraps a towel around his waist to protect his shorts and sits in the chair to wait for you.  

Except now, you have free reign to stare at his back, which is just as defined as the front of him and you need a few more seconds to reel your thoughts back.

“Whaddya waitin’ for darling?” He drawls, throwing you a glance over his shoulder, not expecting you to be standing there frozen, eyes pinned to his now bare chest.

He opens his mouth to tease you further, but your eyes snap to his and you practically shout, “Do you have another towel?” He just cocks a brow and then points to his closet where another towel is hanging on a hook. Snatching it, you return to him and drape it over his shoulders, hiding most of his annoyingly toned body. “Don’t want to get any bleach on your skin,” you explain, no way in hell ever admitting to him that you’re finding it hard to focus with him on display like that.

Absentmindedly, he hands you one of the clips he bought a long time ago, one that’s almost completely bleached itself and you start running your fingers through his hair to section it. He closes his eyes, focusing intently on the soothing sensation of your fingers on his scalp, doing his best not to groan out loud at how good it feels. With anyone else, this isn’t anything special, normally he sits as patiently as he can whilst trying not to annoy whoever is doing his hair (lest they decide to ‘mess up’ as punishment). But with you, it’s a different feeling entirely.

It's jarringly intimate as you clip his hair back and reach over him to grab the plastic gloves that came with the dye. Lathering up the applicator brush, you start slathering it onto his hair, trying your hardest to make sure it’s evenly distributed and surrounding each strand. As you do so, you ask, “How long have you been doing this?”

He resists the urge to shrug, not wanting to jostle you, replying, “Osamu and I started in middle school.”

“Osamu dyes his hair too?”

“Yeah, he goes for gray. But I’d heard blondes have more fun so—here we are.”

He grits his teeth as your fingers skim over his scalp, glad for the towel you wrapped around him to hide the goosebumps skittering along his bare skin.

“Let me guess,” you muse. “You guys did it because people couldn’t tell you apart?”

“That,” he laughs, “And we thought it would look cool. The first time we did it, it looked like shit.”

Your answering laugh warms his heart as you unclip a section of hair and keep working. “I can’t imagine your mom being too happy about it.”

“Livid. We got bleach everywhere.”

You laugh, continuing to move through his hair methodically. It doesn’t take very long as you’re just dying his roots and they weren’t that bad to begin with, contrary to what Atsumu thinks. When you finish, he gives you a sheepish look and has to swallow his pride to ask you to help him wash it out. Every time he’s tried to do it himself, he always ends up leaving a huge chunk of bleach somewhere.

You oblige, following him to the bathroom, not bothering to care about the looks you get along the way. If they want to stare at a shirtless Atsumu and then glare at you for having that all to yourself, that’s their prerogative. It does wonders for your confidence, regardless that all of this is a ruse.

Luckily, the bathroom is empty and Atsumu dutifully bends over the sink to let you start washing the dye out of his hair. He’s immensely grateful his eyes are shut, and his face is shoved into the sink to hide his flushed cheeks as he thoroughly enjoys your fingers running through his hair. The sensation of your fingernails lightly scraping over his scalp makes him ball his fists as he has to bite his lip to keep from making any sounds.

You’re unbothered, until you notice the towel has slipped from his shoulders and with the way he’s bracing himself against the counter every muscle in his back and arms is on display for you to see. It’s an effort to continue your task as if nothing is wrong and force yourself to look off into the distance instead of eyeing him up.

It’s no easy feat. Especially when you finish and he rises, scrubbing at his face with the discarded towel before moving on to his hair. You press your lips into a firm line and let yourself indulge just a little bit looking at the way his muscles flex with the movement, droplets from his damp hair trailing down the planes of his chest towards the waistband of his shorts and—your attention is broken at the sound of him chuckling and you snap your gaze to his.

You find him staring at you with mischief sparkling in his eyes, so you speak before he can tease you. “Is that it?”

“We have to actually dye it now.”

“Oh.” You turn on your heels desperate to escape his gaze. “Let’s go then.” A smirk plays across his lips, but he refrains from teasing you, solely because he very much enjoyed the way you were looking at him and doesn’t want you to stop.

And yeah—sue him if he thinks about your hands in his hair for the rest of the day. In the end, he might be a little grateful no one else was available to help him.

When mid-semester break arrives, it comes as a surprise that you actually miss each other. What surprises you even further, is that he’s the one to bring it up. Within the first night, he video calls you, a sheepish expression on his face, explaining he needed someone to complain to.

“What do you mean?” You teased. “Sounds like you’re getting stuffed with good food from Osamu and you have plenty to brag about.” You winked, smiling devilishly at him and pointing to yourself. You’re only joking. Slightly. You aren’t sure what will come about if he tells his family about you, or if that’s even a good idea. It’d be much easier to break this off cleanly without the involvement of each other’s families.

He sighs, flopping down on his bed and scrubbing his face with one hand. “They’re just dyin’ to meet you now.”

Your brows lift, half-expecting him to have tried to keep this a secret. “You told them?”

“I wasn’t gunna,” he explains. “But apparently some college sports news channel caught um—,” he coughs awkwardly, remembering very vividly this day, yet the two of you haven’t acknowledged it since. “Our—uh—celebration.”

Eyes widening, you stare at him a moment before the both of you burst out laughing. Between your giggles you manage to say, “Oops.”

Laughing alongside you, he grins, despite the pang in his heart at the voice in his head desperately trying to remind him all of this isn’t real. You aren’t his girlfriend and the moment all of this ends, you probably won’t bat an eye at him ever again. He hates how much that hurts.

Forging onward towards his demise he discloses, “I am now a very proud owner of a very jealous brother now, so thank you.”

That only makes you keep grinning, setting a hand on your cheek and dramatically saying, “What? Of little ol’ me?”

He fights the urge to tell you that yes—jealous of little ol’ you. The girl who is slowly becoming the girl of his dreams. The beautiful, funny girl who deals with him and everything that comes with him. He swallows all that, keeping the mood and saying, “He refuses to let me try any of his onigiri. A crime, really.”

“Of the highest caliber,” you agree, stifling your laughter. “Though I’m sure you steal some when he isn’t looking.”

“Yeah, but he caught me and hit me on the head with his spoon.”

“How dare he. Lucky for me, my family is clueless.”

“What do they think yer doin’ right now then?”

Shrugging you say, “I told them I had a project to work on with a classmate. Which isn’t entirely a lie, I do have a project to work on. But someone interrupted.”

He smirks. “Wonder who that could be.”

“Beats me.” His responding grin does something to you that’s been happening a lot more frequently lately. Making you feel like all the air has been punched out of you and like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Though, you’ve gotten quite good at hiding it.

In the distance, you hear someone calling his name. He panics, it’s bad enough his family knows about you now, but he isn’t sure if he’s ready for them to meet you. Especially Osamu, who he has the sinking feeling is already suspicious of this. It’ll be a miracle if he can slip this by him.

“Gotta go!” He says quickly, and before he ends the call, he hears you chuckle and say, “Beware the spoon.”

Every day his situation only gets worse.

The next night he can’t get Osamu off his back. Enough that when he tries to retreat to his bedroom to give you a call, pathetically missing you again, Osamu bursts in when he’s about two minutes into the video call with you. He tries to shove him out, embarrassed and afraid Osamu will see straight through him. But Osamu is stubborn, and he hears you laughing on the other end of the call before saying, “Aww, Atsumu won’t you at least let me try to charm the pants off him?”

He grits his teeth, the thought that he wants you to charm the pants off of him, not his brother flitting through his head before he can stop it. But he relents, letting Osamu sit backwards on his desk chair to join the conversation.

He isn’t sure how, but somehow you get Osamu to believe this is real in a matter of minutes. You have him laughing and talking about culinary school and he almost feels jealous that your attention is now on Osamu instead of him. It’s a ridiculous notion, he knows it, but it doesn’t stop him from keeping the camera on him as much as possible.

When the call ends, Osamu looks at him seriously, and for a moment Atsumu thinks he’s just been pretending to believe you this entire time. However, he breaks into a smile and smacks him on the back saying, “Got yerself a keeper, there.”

Atsumu tries to grin with as much sincerity as he can. Yeah—he knows he does. But that isn’t going to stop this from ending.

That night, both of you go to bed feeling like you’re getting in too deep.

And as per usual, when school starts back up again, neither of you bring it up. You’re happy to keep ignoring it, hating yourself for liking this arrangement and him more and more every day. It sad really, how much time in your day is spent thinking about him. Wondering if there’s any possibility that the two of you could just transition to a real relationship. Because to you, that’s already what this is. Nothing would change, but at least you’d stop feeling guilty every time you enjoy his hand in yours or the soft press of his lips to the top of your head.

A few days after returning to school, you find yourself alone with him in his dorm room studying. He’s sitting at his desk, hunched over a textbook while you lay on his bed, head propped up by an elbow. You can feel your eyes drooping, the words blurring together, it becoming harder and harder to stay awake. His bed is too comfortable and smells overwhelmingly like him, a scent you’ve come to enjoy every time you’re pressed up against him. A mixture of his body wash and the ever-present faint smell of the volleyball court. Eventually you’re powerless against the solace of sleep.

When Atsumu notices you, his heart jumps into his throat. You look so serene and peaceful, your chest rising and falling ever so slightly, part of him wants to crawl in beside you and press his face into your neck and fall asleep right along with you.

But he too has begun to feel like this game has gone too far. The moment he had to tell his family, lie to Osamu, he knew he’d crossed a line. It isn’t fair to you. No longer does he need to pretend for his teammates that he can have a serious relationship, there isn’t a reason to torture himself and keep you tied to him anymore.

Yet, thinking about not being without you, no longer eating lunch together, studying together, or having you in the stands at his games wrenches his heart in such a way he actually feels like it’s crumpling inside his chest. He hasn’t been able to admit it, but at some point along the way, he thinks he fell in love with you. And it just hurts too much to keep pretending. Especially when you’re only doing this for peace and quiet during your showers.

For you, he shouldn’t drag this on any longer.

So, a couple days later, you texted him telling him you were in the library and can join him anytime if he wants. A harmless text, one you’ve sent him many times since this whole thing started, but this one makes his heart sink. Knowing this is the opportunity he’s been waiting for to talk to you. He tries to not think about it, trying to let volleyball take over his thoughts, but it’s futile. All he can think about is saying those words to you, and how it’s quite possibly going to utterly destroy him.

But you take it well, as he expects, squashing the hope that you might feel something for him too.

That night in the library feels particularly lonely. There’s no quick-witted remark from the boy who carved himself a place in your life, no one there to make you laugh when you’re struggling with a problem. Instead, you’re met with nothing but the darkness and silence of the library. It’s almost too much to bear, and once the silence starts closing in on you—you force yourself to leave, refusing to let yourself wallow.

The next weeks are hard. He never imagined that he’d think that after all of this was over. He keeps showering in the mornings to avoid you and uphold the deal you two struck months ago. He ignores the empty hole in his chest when he eats lunch without you, or studies late alone. The most jarring thing is your absence at his games. He constantly finds himself searching the crowd for your face, before remembering you won’t be there. He misses that intense gaze he could always feel on his back, the one that kept him awake at night when he let his thoughts run wild.

He feels as though something has been ripped from his life, leaving nothing but a gaping hole behind that seems intent on devouring him whole.

The same can be said for you.

Who knew you’d ever miss his teasing remarks while you shower? Or miss how you could complain to him endlessly about classes and then have him comfort you in the warm solace of his arms? Even the little things like walking to class together, now that you do it alone, it feels like there’s something missing.

The two you go on like that, thinking of the other every night before sleeping, tossing and turning with the thought of what could have been.

And eventually, you reach the point where you’re over it. Over pining after him day after day, peering out your door to make sure he isn’t around, or taking detours just to avoid him in the hallways. You’re over it. Enough that you’re willing to swallow your pride and confess to him, even if he doesn’t feel the same way—maybe you can fucking move on then.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you stomp to his dorm room, his roommate opening the door; his eyes widening upon seeing you. Immediately, he grabs his keys saying into the room, “I forgot I need to go to the store Atsumu, see you later.”

He leaves no time for Atsumu to protest, out the door in a matter of moments, leaving you standing in the doorway. Atsumu is just sitting in his desk chair, looking dumfounded at you, having fully expected to never see you again.

The gears in his head grind to a halt as you say, “This is stupid.”

He gives you a bewildered look, unsure what exactly you mean by that.

You steel your courage and press on. “I like you. And you like me. I think. And all this pretending that we don’t is stupid.”

After a few moments, his lips curve into a smile, the mischievous one you used to hate but now feel relief seeing. He can’t help the joy building in his chest at your confession. How many sleepless nights thinking about this very moment did he endure?

“You said it,” he teases.

Despite giving him a look, you do nothing to stop the grin rising to your lips. “Well, it didn’t seem like you were going to.”

His smile only widens, and he motions you into the room. “Get yer butt over here already.”

You move on instinct, striding into the room and climbing into his lap, settling your legs on either side of his you wrap your arms around his neck. The overwhelming sense that yes—this is exactly where you want to be, washes over you. He smirks up at you, his large hands resting at your waist, waiting for your next move.

“I can’t believe I actually missed that stupid smirk,” you say, lowering your lips to his, fingers slipping into the short hair at the base of his neck.

His smile hasn’t faltered, muttering against your lips teasing, “Does this mean I can shower at night again?”

A laugh bubbles out of you, but he smothers it in another kiss and refuses to let go.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Not to detract from Q's lore, I'll have to catch up on it all later, but whenever you want it I've got a bit of Eret angst for F*ed up Peter Pan!

Eret is pretty much the history keeper for all the Lost Boys. Whenever a new kid comes to Neverland, he quietly takes them aside when he gets the chance - not that he's hiding it from Dream, necessarily, he just doesn't want to take the chance that maybe Dream wouldn't want him doing this, so he tries to do it where Dream and George can't see - and he asks as much about their life as they're willing to tell him. Names of family members, their birthday, any pets, any happy memories they have from home. And he keeps it all in a little notebook. Every single Lost Kid has a page.

Except Eret.

Eret only got the idea to start keeping track of people's stories when they woke up one day and realized they remembered... pretty much nothing from their life before coming to Neverland. And they had a little bit of a crisis about it, and when they went to go ask older Lost Boys for help, they were all like, "Yeah, that happens. Don't worry about it."

"Well now I'm gonna worry about it even harder," thought Eret.

So basically they did a bit of snooping and found out that, the longer you've been in Neverland, the less you remember from before you came. And Dream didn't seem particularly opposed to it; when Eret asked, he just said, "If it was really so important, you wouldn't have forgotten."

Hence Eret starts her little collection of history, gathering as much information as she can about folks when they arrive, before they can forget it. And then this leads to a bunch of cute and kinda sad interactions, where Lost Kids will just roll up to her and be like, "Eret! Hey Eret!! How old am I again?" "Eret, when's my birthday?" "Can you tell me about my little brother again, Eret?" And Eret's always glad to help, but it makes her sad that it's something that even needs doing. And that there's no one who can do it for her.

(But as a bit of healing fluff, there is someone who can tell Eret about her history! Pretty soon after she got to Neverland, she missed her family and Dream got annoyed at her asking to go home, so she ended up running off to the beach to have a good cry. And then a merman around her age came up out of the water and asked what was wrong! And she told him all about her family that she missed, how she didn't know if she was ever gonna go home, how she was scared she made a huge mistake coming to Neverland. And the merman mostly just listened, because he didn't have any way to help her get home, either. But his presence helped. After a few hours of the two just talking and becoming fast friends, another Lost Kid showed up to retrieve Eret, saying Dream got worried and wanted her back. So Eret waved goodbye to her new friend, and the two parted ways.

Years later, Eret's forgotten all about the interaction. But Foolish never forgot his first friend and all that she'd lost; it's part of why Foolish decided very early on not to trust Dream. So when they meet up again, Foolish is delighted to have his friend back, and he can eventually tell Eret everything she told him!)

(And a tiny tidbit of Fundy angst too for a friend who thought of it, Fundy spends like fifteen minutes straight talking about 5up when Eret asks if he has any friends from school. Then, three weeks later, Eret brings up the story Fundy told him about how he and 5up met on the first day of school, and Fundy asks, "Who's 5up?")

Oh god. This hurts. This hurts a lot. I'm going to go and think about this a lot.

Just everyone slowly forgetting from before Neverland and their life before hurts. Oh god.

And Fundy forgetting 5up hurts. Oh god that hurts so much.

[lluvguts]

all better // reddie

pairing: teen!richie tozier / eddie kaspbrak

genre/warnings: fluff and angst, trauma, h/c

word count: 2111

summary:  Eddie has a bad day and Richie does his best to cheer him up.

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It’s just Richie’s front door.  

But no amount of convincing worked for Eddie’s mind as the sight of it warped into the small door in the sewer...With the grotesque face of the leper staring back at him. As he stared at the Tozier’s oak door he swore he saw a thick trickle of blood seep from the threshold and hear the sound of sickly, rasping breath from inside the hollow door. Just a few more moments and he’d be face to face with It..

It’s dark out, he told himself. That’s why I’m seeing things. But I’m here, Richie’s here. I’m safe. No need to be scared.

But that didn’t stop the nightmares that assailed him all night long—ever since they defeated It—keeping Eddie wide awake and strangled in worry for what could be lurking in the murky blackness outside. Eddie’s mother had caught on to his insomnia since the first week, making him take all sorts of supplements and medicine claiming to be a “sleep aid.” They did nothing to keep the images at bay. The noises. He only slept well on nights when Richie snuck over, or when Eddie drove to his house.

Richie could never know.

Eddie shook his head and knocked again. His eyes searched the window with its drawn curtains. I did tell him I’m coming, right?

But then the lock swung back and the door opened, showing the face that soothed all his worries. Richie grabbed Eddie’s arm and brought him in for a hug. He was suddenly pulled into Richie’s open chest and the familiar stink of cigarettes and black tea consumed him. It was a bold and comforting smell, one that Eddie loved. It made his nerves settle and for Eddie was unmistakably Richie Tozier.

“You look like shit, Eds,” Richie held him tightly, “On the phone you said it was a bad day, right?”

Eddie nodded against his shirt and they pulled away. I’m not entirely wrong. It was a bad day. He just doesn’t need to know exactly why. And that was the great thing about Richie: he didn’t need an explanation. He was more than happy to let his boyfriend curl up in his arms, his face still burning from fearful tears while Richie whispered little jokes or Voices in his ear until Eddie wiped his eyes and laughed. Most of the time they weren’t even funny.

“That’s alright, Eds. I’ll fix us some dinner, yeah?”

“You can cook?” Eddie followed Richie into the kitchen and sat on an island chair.

Richie pouted at him, his lower lip sticking out. “Don’t be hateful, sweetheart. Of course the Trashmouth can cook.”

“What’s on the menu then, Chef Tozier?”

“You’ll see.” Richie laughed and rummaged through the pantry.

Eddie glanced around the empty kitchen, not a single sound filled the house—except of course for Richie banging around looking for a stove pot.

“No parents?"

"Nope. My folks are out of town for the weekend, some family thing.” Richie said, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand.

“And they left you alone?” Eddie asked, unable to help the smile that drifted into his voice.

“I’m seventeen. I don’t need constant supervision.” Richie growled.

Eddie pointed to him. “Yet you were about to pour marinara sauce into a pasta strainer.”  

“Okay, scratch that. I’ll always need you, Eddie my love...Plus I promised them I wouldn’t burn the house down.”

“What on Earth are you doing with all that?” Eddie caught sight of two boxes of macaroni, lettuce, and red sauce.

He tried to stifle his giggling, but it was useless. “Rich, are you trying to make spaghetti?”

“Maybe.” He replied defiantly with an embarrassed blush.

“With iceberg lettuce?”  

Richie inspected his ingredients again with his eyebrows raised, his eyes looked more doubtful now from beneath his glasses. “..That’s a thing, right?”

Eddie sighed and joined him at the counter. “You’re hopeless, Richie. Give me that ladle,” He loosely gestured to the wooden spoon next to him while putting back the lettuce.

“This is the wrong type of noodle.” Eddie held up the box of pasta while the marinara sauce simmered on the stove—the one thing Richie had done correctly.

Richie snorted and put his hands on his hips. “Not everything can be perfect like you.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and let Richie’s arms snake around his waist. “Okay, fine. Macaroni it is.”

He waddled over to the sink—with Richie still attached from behind—to pour water into the pot. As he let the faucet run Richie bent down and kissed his bare neck softly, his glasses poking into his skin.

Eddie stiffened. “What was that for?”

“For helping me with dinner. For being cute. Why, can’t I kiss you just because?”

“Of course you can. You’re just..distracting.”

“Oh? You mean like this?” Richie laughed and placed a trail of teasing kisses up his neck, making Eddie grip the handles of the pot tighter while he fought to breathe. He knows just where to kiss me.

“Am I distracting you now?” His mouth rested just above the space between Eddie’s jaw and earlobe, his warm lips and breath tickling him. One of Richie’s hands drifted down toward his pants and Eddie stepped on his bare foot.

“Cut it out Richie,” Eddie gasped. He realized in his daze that the pot of water was about to overflow and quickly shut it off. He carried it to the stove and set it to boil, then poured in the macaroni noodles.

He turned to him. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Richie returned his hands to his sides and smirked. “Awe, shucks. To think I have that effect on people.”

“Only me, dipshit.”

“And that’s just fine,” Richie pecked his cheek and hugged him again.

“Feeling any better, Eds?”

“After some dinner I will be.” Eddie replied while wrestling out of the bear hug to set two plates on the tile counter. Richie drained the pasta and Eddie turned off the burners.

“Like mother, like son.” Richie said philosophically at the sink.

“Be quiet,” Eddie gave his chest a playful shove and handed him the food. They sat at the table on opposite sides, and just as he was about to eat Richie stuck his fork at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Letting you try some!” Richie pushed the fork further towards Eddie’s mouth.

“I have some right here,” He gestured to his own full plate, “And you’ve been eating off that already.”

Before he could pull his fork away a few stray pieces of macaroni slipped off the fork and fell across Eddie’s shirt, staining the front with oily red sauce. Richie’s eyes widened, and he drew the fork back guiltily.

“Gross!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry Eddie! I’ll go get one of mine!” He hopped off the chair and dashed up the stairs. Eddie took the chance to eat some of the “spaghetti” before Richie returned with a fresh shirt.

“I am not wearing that,” Eddie said firmly, picking the noodles off his lap and into his empty plate.

“Just take that off and put on mine. It’s mostly clean, don’t worry. I’ll wash yours.” Richie held his shirt out to him, waiting with closed eyes for the dirty one. Eddie diverted his eyes and pulled his shirt up over his head. He threw Richie’s on hurriedly, his face was red the whole time. God, it smells just like him.

“Okay, you’re good.” Eddie told him and he opened his eyes. Richie examined him wearing his own clothes then flashed a grin.

“Why do my clothes look better on you? And the Cutie Award goes to..”

Eddie thrust the stained shirt at him. “My ass.”

“He’s not wrong, folks!” Richie shouted into the empty hallway as he went back upstairs to the laundry room.

“You want me to clean this up?” Eddie called. Richie had left a trail of dirty dishes and stray pasta noodles in his wake as they had cooked, not caring to pick up.

“Just come up here! We’ll do it later.” came his reply. By “later,” Eddie knew he meant “tomorrow.”

Eddie headed up the stairs and sat on Richie’s bed, waiting for him. Even without him there—just for a few seconds—the thoughts came racing back, like a flip of a switch, no matter if things were happy and easygoing minutes before.

He was no longer in Richie’s room. He was on the burning asphalt with a broken arm, he was running through the yard of the Neibolt house, desperate and out of breath. He was staring directly in the face of Henry Bowers, his entire arm engulfed in flames as searing as a hot iron with Patrick’s spit stuck in his eyes. He was reliving every memory.

“...Eds? What is it? What happened?” Richie appeared in the doorway but Eddie could hardly see him through the haze; he only heard his footsteps thundering in his head as he came to his side, taking his face and forcing him to look into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Eddie? Talk to me, please,” Richie was pleading, sitting down next to Eddie and keeping his hands placed firmly on his shoulders, helping to relieve his staggered breathing.

“It hurts,” Eddie said weakly but his words got choked up in a fresh wave of tears.

“Where, baby? Where does it hurt?” He searched his face and scanned his body frantically.

“God, Richie. My head..the memories, it hurts so much. They never went away,” He cried, truly feeling every ounce of that childhood pain. Richie grabbed his sides and pulled him into his lap, his face set into a hard, serious frown that left Eddie startled.

He’s always been there for me.

“N-no,” Eddie tried moving away, “I’ve been crying..It’s gross, Rich. Let me go wash my face or something.” He sniffed loudly.

“Shhh,” Richie shook his head and held him more fiercely, Eddie could feel the beating of their hearts together against his chest. He closed his eyes and counted each rhythmic thump of Richie’s heartbeat until he could breathe again.

He brought his face to Eddie’s cheek, wet with tears, and kissed him.

“Let me make it better,” Richie whispered. He moved his lips to tenderly kiss every spot on Eddie’s face: each tear, his pink nose, his eyelids.

“It’s gone, we killed It, everything’s alright now,” He kept his lips pressed to Eddie’s temple, and as he did the ache there subsided, “You’re safe with me, Eds.”

Eddie let out a shaky laugh. “You’re such a sap, Richie.”

“Only for you.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes with Richie running his hands through Eddie’s hair. He loved when Richie did this, when his gentle fingers sent shivers down his spine. His comforting touch made different tears slide down Eddie’s face.

“Is it still there? Did the nightmares go away?” Richie asked with another twinge of concern when he felt Eddie crying quietly again into his shoulder.

Eddie tucked his face into the crook of his neck to hide the embarrassment and mumbled, “No, they w-went away.”

“What’s wrong? Why are you still crying, Eddie?” Richie leaned against the headboard so he could see the smaller boy’s face and he cradled the back of his hair.

“I’ve never had someone be so..kind to me before. Not like this. No one would ever do the things you’re always doing for me. I-I don’t think I deserve it.”

Richie lifted Eddie’s legs up higher so he was more comfortable and the smaller boy snuggled in. He spoke with his chin resting on top of his head, “I know I’m kind of an ass most of the time, but I don’t mean to be. I’m always looking out for you Eds, even when you think I’m not...It’s cause I love you.”

Those three words silenced everything and left Eddie blissfully calm—despite his frantic heart.

He loves me?  

Eddie questioned it as soon as he said it, but after thinking it over he knew Richie wasn’t lying.

Who else would clean me up after a panic attack, or wake me from a nightmare, even if I was covered in sweat and tears and who knows what else? Who else would hold me the rest of the night, even if it meant he didn’t sleep?  

“I love you too,” Eddie said against his neck. And then, after a thoughtful pause,

“But don’t call me Eds.”  

[darkpersonapeace]

oK i haven't been able to find ANY good EdWin fic lately, perhaps you have some? <3 i feel like there aren't enough fics about them tbh.

I gotta tell you, this is the second time I'm writing this reply. I lost all the fics I was tagging here because I clicked the wrong button, but I'm doing again because I can't deprive the world from EdWin, so here we gooooo: 

(If you haven't checked, I have like 30 (?) EdWin fics in my Ao3  bookmarks, but I'll tag them here along with my favorite ones!) 

Halfway Home and Memorabilia by Invaderk - okay, this are THE fics for me. They are both one shot, post canon, and they are awesome. In my Edwin fic podium, this one is pure gold. 

Hey, Stupid by hiyoris_scarf - One shot, post canon. I adore this fic, it warms my heart.

nothing let to say by mitsys - EDWIN PACIFIC RIM AU, PACIFIC RIM AU. This fic is soooo good, I love it. Sometimes I dream about a second chapter. 

It's an Enormous World by @elfpen - A collection of one shots, set post canon. They all are really good but 'Questions' is my favorite! 

The Ever After by emaxx - this fic. THIS FIC is canon to me. Seriously, it's soo good. It's really well written, the dialogues, the characters, the story. It's awesome. Arakawa herself could've written. 

Angel of Mercy by @altoinkblots - AU WW1, two chapters. Not gonna lie, I cried reading this. It's really goooood, highly recommend! 

In a Polaroid With You by TheBadIdeaBears - AU modern setting, meet cute. I love this fic, it was one of the things that inspired me to write It's called home. 

Throw it Out to Sea by anthrop - One word: PAIN. SO MUCH PAIN. I read this crying, and I'm not exaggerating (although I cry a lot in movies and books). This fic is really, really good. 

Settling Down by wreathoflaurels - Angst but also smut soooo, it's all week in the Edwin world. One shot, post canon. 

the angers will not away by hangonsilvergirl - One shot, post canon. Ed dealing with his traumas but also fluff and Edwin babies!!

Back by vvavavoom - One shot, post canon. Just pure family fluff. 

Morning by theothardus - One shot, post canon but this is smuuut. There's some slightly fluff and Edwin babies but in all this is porn (awesome porn). 

Precious Mettle by lbk_princen - Missing scene from when the boys come home, Edwin and fluff!! (dorks in love) One shot, set during canon. 

while the weary nations weep by aeoleus - One shot, during canon, when the boys come home. Just some angst feeling, sentimental Ed and fluff Edwin

Nothing in This World by ArtemisRae - One shot, post canon. This is sooo good, the four times Ed misses alchemy and the one he doesn't. 

Gender Roles by ArtemisRae - because Edward would be an awesome househusband, wouldn't he? Fluff, post canon, one shot. 

Hurdles by @wrongnote - One shot, post canon. Slightly angst but with happy ending. I must say, my heart squeezed a little when I first read this one. 

where the earth splits beneath the sun by The-Immortal-Moon (LunaKat) - Okay, so this one is PAIN, but also great. AU where Ed and Winry are the ones in Ishval. One shot. There's also kind of a sequence? Is alone in this desolation, we try not to flourish 

what restless hearts we harbor beneath our skin by The-Immortal-Moon (LunaKat) - this one gives me FEELS, but deals with some heavy contents (read the tags!!), is basically angst with happy ending. One shot, post promise day. 

sew my lips closed (I'll tear your heart) by The-Immortal-Moon (LunaKat) - fluff, Edwin, one shot, post promise day. but best of all, BISEXUAL ED, BISEXUAL ED!!! Edwin is still endgame, don't worry, but I have a soft spot for this emotionally and sexually constipated dork. 

Ps: this author The-Immortal-Moon (LunaKat), has some great stories that not EdWin but I highly recommend them! (this here and this one are my favorites) 

A Birthday to Remember by @winryofresembool - One shot, post canon, Edwin babies and Edwin as awesome parents. Just pure delicious fluff!! 

Midnight Mechanic by Angelhart - One shot, post canon. Also one of my favorites, fluff, awesome writing and porn. The best combination possible. 

I'm a hex girl (and I'm gonna put a spell on you) by writing_addict - One shot, Vampire Win, college parties, great world building and fluff. What more can we ask? 

hold your heart courageously by anthrop - One shot, post canon. After the proposal, these idiots in love figuring it out their lives together. 

His Mechanic by Bookwrm389 - One shot, set during canon. This is canon to me, because honestly, Winry would react that way if Edward let anyone else touch his automail. 

The Sun and the Moon by antivanitas - One shot, set during canon and porn, hehe. This one became canon to me, this is exactly what happened but Arakawa had to remove from the manga. 

 By Evil_Little_Dog:

Neverland  - AU after the promise day. It's basically 'what if everything was more fucked up?' Edwin in the background, but still really good. 

Ghost of You - Alternative ending for FMA 03 and CoS. Although is no tagged as 'complete', it is. There's an ending and it's really good. And a happy ending for Edwin because 03 didn't make that happened. 

Hope and Love  - One shot, post canon. Angst but also fluff? And happy ending!!! 

It Don't Matter To Me - Post canon. Really well written, just heads up here: there's some Roy/Edward relationship in this fic (this is not my ship AT ALL, but It's really well written and I kind of get it why they are in a relationship here, there are some special circumstances) but Edwin is endgame, promise!!  

Flower Language  - One shot, post canon. I love this fic, but there are some dark (?) elements discussed in here, so watch out (there's only one tag in this fic, so if you want me to tell you what happens just dm me or ask here). 

Heat Wave  - this is canon to me hehe. One shot, set during the Briggs arc and kind of porn? There's explicit sexual content here, but nothing too much. They are in the cold and they need to warm up guys, cmon. 

I think that's it, anon! I know I've read more Edwin fics but I just can't remember all of them right now. I hope I've helped 💖💖

[tefanfics]

Masterlist

Here is every fic currently on my page! Created 5/10/2020 Updated: 5/21/2020

Changes

Original Fic by yours truly

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty. Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five. Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine. Fifty. Fifty-one. Fifty-two. Fifty-three. Fifty-four. Fifty-five.

Don’t You Trust Me? 

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Fluff - + Angst - *  Trigger Warning - # The more symbols there are, the higher amount of fluff/angst.

One Shots

I don’t know who I am without you by my side. ** You’ve shown me what love can feel like. + Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything. +*   I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me. + What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve been hurt. Wake up. Please wake up. You’re scaring me. - # Shhh, don’t cry. + I can’t keep doing this anymore. * You could always go nude? If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop. + I want a baby. - Baby Part 2 ++ Is it weird that was a total turn on? We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it. ** They’re not your kids, back the fuck off./How is my wife more badass than me? Please don’t cry. +* Can you just hold my hand?/This is my favorite time of day. + My heart tells me to kiss you, my head says to walk away. - Part Two! *+ Please hold me. It’s been a day./I’ve never felt such love. + Detention? Again? Wait, no! Don’t take kissing away from me! + Are you wearing my shirt? + Do you think that everyone was right? That we just don’t work? ** [Text] Do you want to bet on that? ;)  Yeah, well if you weren’t so drunk, maybe I would. + You’re like five feet tall. How are you gonna reach me, shortie? You are infuriating!/Fuck me./Just kiss me. I liked you before you pretended to be somebody else. ** You gave me the best thing I could ask for, a family. + Run away with me? It’s hard for me to tell you I love you when I’m standing at your grave. *** Did you just throw up?  I just wanna lay in your arms for the rest of my life. ++ You’re cute when you try not to blush. + Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?  You stole my heart like it was nothing. * Let me kiss it better. *+ Stay here tonight. You have no idea how bad I want you right now. Can’t you stay a little longer? I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. + Don’t be scared, I’m right here. Don’t shut me out. ** Where is that bruise from? *+ Once, a long time ago, I thought I loved you. ** You’ve always felt like home to me. ++ Oh god... I think I’m in love with you. ++ Can we have more children? +++ This is what kids do to you, having a sneaky wine while hiding from them.  Stomach bug? No, morning sickness. + No, no- it’s alright. Come here.  My waters have just broken. Is this a pregnancy test? ++ I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you. + Did the scary monster get you while you were sleeping? ++ I want a baby.  How long has it been since you slept? You’ve thought about this haven’t you? ***#### Hey don’t do that! You’re gonna get hurt! You replaced me... Just like that? *** You don’t have anything to be sorry for. It’s okay. I understand. You can leave. They all do.  Have you ever kissed anyone before? ++ Where’s your adventurous spirit!? +++ No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! + Let them sleep. +++

Song Prompts

Tell Me You Love Me - Demi Lovato * Dive - Ed Sheeran *+ Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran ++ Sunday Morning - Maroon 5 ++ Silly Love Songs - Paul McCartney/The Wings + Won’t Go Home Without You - Maroon 5 *+ Bruises - Lewis Capaldi ****# Maybe I’m Amazed - Paul McCartney + Love Somebody - Maroon 5  I’ll Be - Edwin McCain + The Promise - When In Rome +* A Moment Like This - Kelly Clarkson ++ First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes + Happier - Ed Sheeran ** Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran ++ Sugar by Maroon 5 (Part 2 for Love Somebody) +*

Wordless Prompts

Kiss Before Work - + Travelling Just To See You + Bad Day + First Date + Campfire Kisses + Winter Wonderland Confessions + It’s Raining, It’s Pouring + Heated Argument *+ Eavesdropping + Nightmare + Only One Bed  Secret Kisses + Just An Act. Publicity Dating

Reader Requests

Singing on Set  Feelings & Denial *+

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Song Prompts

[wonderrdies]

fine line

summary: Boy and girl meet. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl live happily ever after. Except boy is Harry Styles and even when love comes easy, it doesn’t come simple.

disclaimer: this is my first harry fic ever so... how terrifying. also, it is pure self-indulgent garbage and I Frankenstein-ed the shit out of it a dozen times so y’all are gonna have to forgive me. let’s do this. (btw thank you to @hsogolden​ for this challenge; there’s nothing quite like a goal that makes you force yourself to write)

warnings: some fluff, some angst, a tiny bit of smut and a whole lotta nonsense. 

word-count: about 6,000 words

“Come on,” She yells up the stairs. “Daddy’s here!”

“Coming!” the four-year-old yells back, sock-clad feet hitting the stairs with a muffled thud. 

“Jamie,” Harry calls, not as loud as they are. He knows his son can’t see him, but surely he can hear his voice; it’s not the biggest of houses. “Don’t run down the stairs. It’s dangerous.”

A quiet and frustrated okay, Daddy is heard in the background, and both the adults smile softly. Jamie’s a cute kid. 

“I’m dropping him off at my mum’s and I’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?”

She raises an eyebrow. “It’s Tuesday night. Don’t you have a song to write or whatever?”

“Can’t really miss my girl’s birthday, can I?”

She laughs, surprised, and the sound of it reminds Harry of the shy girl he met at a bar all those years ago. “It’s not my birthday yet, H.”

“Still,” Harry takes a second to look behind her and check on their son, who’s putting on his shoes while his backpack and a few toys are scattered around him. “Need any help, mate?”

Jamie mutters an agreement so She shifts in the door to let Harry in, and his own face stares back at him from a bunch of family pictures all over the shelves. He kneels beside his child and starts mindlessly tying his shoelaces, turning his attention back to her.

“You should dress up.”

“Harry,” she scoffs. “Is that an insult?”

“Nope,” he pops the p just as he finishes with Jamie’s shoes. “Get your stuff, Jamie. Let’s go see Nana.”

“Can we get milkshakes?” 

“Sure, mate,” but She’s glaring at him. “Tomorrow, when it’s not so late, though.”

“But Daddy—”

“Tomorrow, baby.” She interrupts. With a kiss on their son’s brown curls, she says: “Go wait for Daddy in the car. And behave at your Nana’s. I love you.”

Jamie walks away with a “Love you, Mommy”, stuffed kitten under one of his arms and his half-closed backpack hanging on the other. Harry bends over to pick up his other toys but She stops him with a gesture. “Don’t bother, H. I’ll clean it up once you’re gone.”

“I was gonna take them with us.”

“It’s just one night, he won’t miss them,” She pauses. “Too much.”

“Guess mum will just have to entertain him, then,” he drops the toys on the couch and smiles at her. “Be ready, huh? I’ll text you when I’m near.”

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“Let’s get a drink. For old time’s sake.”

She nods, looking suspicious. Then his fingertips brush her cheek and her eyes soften.

“Let’s just not get wasted on a school-night, okay?”

“We’ll be alright, love,” he says, kissing the soft cheek he just touched. It feels like home against Harry’s lips. 

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7 years earlier…

Harry doesn’t notice her for a while. They’re both sitting at the bar counter, only one empty stool between the two of them, but the lighting is dim and the girl looks as closed off as one can get; stiff posture and hair hanging over her face while she stares straight ahead into the liquor shelf behind the bartender. Up until that point, she could be furniture for all he cares. 

Tonight, up until that point, he had been reveling in his loneliness. Harry wasn’t one to enjoy being alone much, but after months of touring, family holidays, and being surrounded by more people than he can even imagine at any given time, he got the appeal of listening to his own thoughts for a while. Even if it made him a little restless after a few weeks of it. Even if he caught himself with his mouth open, about to make a random remark on the cute bartender or the questionable music at least twice. Even if he bounced his leg nonstop and grabbed his phone every five minutes, pondering on who to call for company. 

So maybe he wasn’t reveling in the loneliness anymore. But he had dressed as ordinarily as humanly possible without wearing jeans (there were no pearls or high-heeled boots in sight) and was drinking beer instead of a Cosmo, blending in. He had to make the most of it. What could he tell himself that he didn’t already know? Maybe, Harry thought, I’m just not that interesting. If he couldn’t stand to spend half an hour hanging out with himself, had people been lying to him? He could feel the spiraling begin. 

And then his song starts playing.

At the sound of his voice coming from the speakers, she turns her head. Her hair moves away with the movement, the corner of her lips twitching as if she’s about to smile. She doesn’t, but that’s when Harry notices her. The girl’s mouth moves and he’s pretty sure that if he were just a little bit closer, there’d be a faint whisper of stop your crying, baby, it’s a sign of the times. He wishes he could hear it. 

He continues to shoot sideway glances, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by staring. He’s not sure he wants to be noticed, either. She’s a pretty girl singing along to one of his songs; there are many of those. He doesn’t really want to make a scene. But then again, what’s the chance that this woman won’t turn her head at all for however long they’re there?

Before he can worry about that answer, it happens. The bartender is cleaning the end of the counter to Harry’s right, and she shifts to order another drink. As soon as she does, their eyes meet. It doesn’t matter that he’s wearing a baseball hat or a beige knitted sweater and black slacks, she knows he’s Harry Styles. The more the thinks about it, the more self-conscious he becomes. Of course he’s hiding something; who wears that kind of outfit to a bar?

“Hey,” he softly says. He’s not sure how this will go, but so far it feels better than trying to entertain himself. Better than wondering.

Her hand shakes around the glass, empty except for the lime and melting ice, but her voice doesn’t quiver. “Hello.”

“Can I get your drink for you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s fine,” he calls over the bartender. “Can we get another of what she’s having? And a Cosmo.”

What the hell, he figures. It’s not like any of the few middle-aged people in tables around them will see a pink cocktail and suddenly wonder “Isn’t that…?”. Either they recognize him or don’t. When the bartender nods, he turns back to her.

“You’re not from here, are you?”

She shakes her head no. 

“America?”

“Not the United States, no.”

He’s about to guess Canada, even if her accent doesn’t sound like that at all, and make a fool out of himself when she says: “I’m not a native English speaker. I teach English back home.”

“Really!” his excitement is the first thing to get a smile out of her. It kinda throws him off for a second; it comes and goes quickly, but her whole face changes around it. Looking away for a second, he notices that their drinks are about to be ready. “Can I —” Harry gestures to the stool between them.

The girl nods, and he comes closer. Their knees touch when he sits. 

“Are you here for work?”

“No,” the side of her mouth twitches again. “What about you?”

“I’m home. Just taking some time off.”

“At this time of the year? Sounds like a cool job.”

It’s a bad joke, but he plays into it anyway. “Meh,” Harry shrugs. “It pays the bills.”

“Good for you,” she laughs quietly. “I got this trip for my birthday.”

“Well, happy birthday!”

“It’s not today.”

The bartender places their drinks on the counter, the liquid sloshing around a bit, and a little bit of her gin and tonic spills over her hand. “God,” the bartender says. “Sorry, I’ll get—”

“Don’t worry,” she smiles as if to say it’s okay. Then she licks the back of her hand and then her lips. Harry moves uncomfortably in his seat.

“So,” he says once the bartender leaves, taking a sip of his Cosmopolitan. Way better than that shitty beer. “Am I the first or last person to wish you a happy birthday?”

“First. I’ll turn twenty-two in two days.”

“It was an honor to get it wrong, then.”

“Not very subtle, are you?”

He blushes. Actually blushes. 

There’s a silent beat where she seems torn between laughing awkwardly or just straight up bolting out of the room, but the girl settles on chugging her cocktail while Harry stutters. 

“I’m —” they start at the same time. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t —” he stops himself from saying he didn’t mean to flirt. He did mean to flirt. Harry just didn’t mean to be so shit at it. So he settles for: “I just noticed you singing along.”

She brings her drink back to her lips, as if asking for some time to think of what to say, but half a cocktail isn’t enough to hide her smile. He’s staring so intently that she tips the glass towards him and genuinely asks “Do you want a sip?”

Harry just shakes his head no.

“Um, yeah,” the girl starts. “I’m a big fan of yours— your work, I guess.”

“Did you go to any of the shows last year?”

“I couldn’t,” she admits. “But I’ve seen some videos. You looked like you were having fun.”

The comment makes him smile. “I really was. Where are you from? Didn’t I go to your country?”

He realizes then that he sounds pretentious. Maybe she just didn’t want to go to the fucking concert; why is he questioning this stranger as if she’s missed his sweet sixteen? Maybe she’s not even a fan and just heard his single on the radio once. God, what a disaster.

The girl looks embarrassed, like she can’t believe she’s telling him this but won’t shy away from speaking. She tells him the name of her country and explains that she doesn’t live anywhere near the big cities where he played, so she couldn’t afford the trip.

“But if you’re ever passing by again…”

“I’ll let you know,” he says. She laughs quietly, but Harry isn’t really joking. He can see himself texting a nice girl and asking her to come and watch him sing. He’s certainly more impressive up on the stage than here, doing whatever it is that he’s doing right now. “Are you traveling by yourself?”

She hesitates to answer and it makes him cringe. “I sounded like a creep, didn’t I? Jesus. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“Don’t worry about it,” and there it is again, the wide smile that changes her face. Out of all the things Harry Styles could do to charm a woman, acting socially inept isn’t the one he figured would win over a foreign English teacher that hangs out at random London bars for middle-aged couples on awkward dates. But here they are and the more he fucks up, the more she looks relaxed. 

Harry decides to take what he can get. “I guess I haven’t been getting enough practice talking to strangers lately.”

She’s still smiling, not as wide but just as bright. “I’d probably want a break from people too if I were you. I got here yesterday and I’m already done talking to strangers. I knew it’d be hard to get around in another continent but this is a whole other level; I can’t walk two meters without asking someone for directions.”

He raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Is Google Maps not doing it for you?”

“Shut up,” she chuckles. “Data is expensive abroad, y’know? But to be honest, I’m so fucking obtuse when it comes to maps. The thing is pointing one way and the next I know, I walked miles in the opposite direction. It’s much easier to have an actual person telling me where to go.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, licking his lips after finishing his drink. He sees her eyes flicker down to his mouth for a second, just like his did a few minutes ago. “You have a point.”

“I do?”

“Not really. I just didn’t want you to feel bad about being a confused old lady.”

That makes her laugh, and Harry feels his heart skip a beat. It’s nice to know she thinks he’s funny.

“But you can’t really be a confused old lady, right? Being a teacher and all.”

Like she said, not subtle at all. But he wants to know more about her.

“Bold of you to assume that most teachers are not confused old ladies, but,” she too finishes her second cocktail, pushing her empty glass away from her and closer to the one Harry just left on the counter. “I’m just a confused masters-student trying to look less confused so my students won’t give me shit about it.”

“Do you like it? The whole academic thing and teaching.”

Her smile is soft around the edges, and he can see the drinks catching up to her. “They have their moments, both working hard to understand the things I’m interested in and helping people learn another language. It’s all hard but worth it,” she’s quiet for a second. “Like most things in life, I guess. What about you?”

“Do I like being an academic?”

She rolls her eyes. “Your job, silly. Is it hard but worth it?”

“I guess it’s like yours in the sense that it helps me understand the thing I’m interested in, too.”

“Music?”

“Me,” he answers, and there is that laugh again.

“God,” she says, voice dripping with good-humored sarcasm. “I hate rockstars so much.”

“Don’t we all?” he sees her staring at their empty glasses, so he offers to buy her another drink even though she looks sleepy. Harry figures he’ll drop her off wherever she’s staying so she doesn't have to walk around alone and drunk. 

“I don’t think I can do another one,” she says. “But maybe we could share it? I can definitely deal with half a drink. And I’ll pay for it.”

Before he can say anything, she calls the bartender over and orders another Cosmo on her tab.

“You didn’t have to,” he says, referring both to paying and asking for a cocktail she knows he likes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he thinks it’s probably the fifth time she’s said that in not even an hour. Huh. “God, isn’t it stuffy in here?”

He doesn't think so, so it’s probably the alcohol, but he agrees while she shakes off her coat. When the girl turns so she can hang the fabric over her bar stool, Harry can see, among other quotes and drawings on her arm, the words sweet creature above her right elbow.

“Nice tattoo,” he comments, feeling weirdly proud. It’s not like he doesn’t know hundreds of people get the words he sings on their bodies, but this is different. It’s like trying to know more about someone and realizing, somehow, you already do.

“Which one?” she asks. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over it. It gives her goosebumps. “Oh. It’s a nice song.”

“Why did you get it?”

It makes him feel like an annoying interviewer, trying to get a meaningful answer that isn’t necessarily there. But he’d still like to hear what she has to say.

“I’ve heard I’m not one of those,” is her answer. His hand drops from her elbow.

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been told I’m not the sweetest creature,” the smile is gone. She shifts in her seat as if just realizing an old bruise is still tender to the touch. 

Before he can decide between asking more about it and risk her thinking he’s a nosy asshole or just give his uninformed opinion and claim that’s bullshit, a Cosmopolitan is put on the bar between them. 

“Thank you,” she says to the bartender. He’d thank them too, but he’s staring at that suddenly serious face, wondering what else is there to know about that tattoo. About her.

“Doesn’t it become a reminder, though?” Harry asks, and she looks back at him, not understanding the question. “The tattoo. Doesn’t it remind you that someone feels that way about you?”

“Yeah, I guess” she takes a sip of the drink and slides it over to him, their fingers touching in the process; it’s only for a second, and her hand is gone before Harry can understand why he wishes it wasn’t. “But I got it so, when I think of how he saw me, I would know I’m the one who gets to say what I am or am not.”

Harry is curious but doesn’t really know what to say to that, and it shows. She cringes.

“I always do this, you know? I drink and start getting all sad and telling people about all sorts of stuff no one wants to know. I’m sorry, Harry.”

It’s the first time he’s heard say his name. It sounds good on her accent.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and it makes her smile because she realizes he’s been paying attention. 

They share one more drink, and Harry pays for the third Cosmo of the night. By the time they’re finished with it, both of them are giggling and he has one of his hands on her bare knee. After the slightly-awkward oversharing, she proceeded to point out how a couple on the dark corner of the bar seemed, judging by their uncomfortable silence and resentful faces, to be on the brink of divorce. Harry asked her, mostly joking, if she had been around a lot of divorcing couples; she chuckled and then commented on how a dude sitting by the restrooms was probably fingering his girlfriend under the table. She never said no or proved to know about his family by asking him the same thing back. 

But now the whole divorce thing was long forgotten. She and Harry had spent the last hour making up the most obnoxious stories about other customers and whispering them to each other, bodies getting closer and closer every minute.

“You know what I want?” she mutters. Between being shorter than Harry and slouching on her seat, her lips don’t reach his ear, so he can feel her breath on the side of his neck. He shivers.

“What?” he asks in the same low tone, eyes glittering with mischief and tipsiness. 

Her left hand grips his bicep while she practically purrs: “I really want a milkshake.”

From the way his drunken-self gasps and moans God, yes, she might as well have said that she really wanted to suck his dick.

They pay for their drinks, shared or otherwise, and leave the bar. There aren’t many people out on the street at 1 a.m, but Harry still pulls his hat down a little. 

“So,” she says. “Should I get us an uber? Where do British people get milkshakes? Is it far?” 

“I’ll just call a driver.” 

She looks taken aback. “Like a private one?”

Harry nods. “He’ll be here in a minute.”

And he is. She stumbles into the car along with Harry, sluggishly laying her head on his shoulder after closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he murmurs against her hair.

So she does.

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Between dinner, a few drinks and all the talking, they had already broken the not-staying-out-too-late rule. Turns out that rehashing a few days’ worth of parenting, teaching and music producing is time consuming even when you’re not having this much fun.

“One more?” Harry asks, pointing to her empty gin and tonic glass, the shadow of laughter still on his lips after a solid fifteen minutes of her getting progressively more aggravated about a student that “couldn’t, to save his own life, make anyone believe he read The Color Purple”. 

“Yeah,” she says. “Share it with me?”

“Sure, love.”

He orders another cocktail, and She smiles at him even while thanking the waitress. 

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” She replies, still staring shamelessly. It’s easy after all these years. “You just look really good.”

“So do you.”

She shrugs, and before he can say that she really does look beautiful and that he wishes he could prove to her just how much he thinks so (which is a cheap but sure way of making her blush), the waitress places the new cocktail between them.

“God, that was fast,” She mumbles, impressed.

After She takes the first sip, they both start at the same time. “So—”

They giggle, but since She begins sipping again, Harry speaks.

“We’ll both have a couple of months off during the summer, so I was thinking… You could go home.”

“Yeah, I should start planning once the semester ends, I’m just so—” She sighs, and Harry understands. 

“I figured you could go and spend the first few weeks, or even the first month, back home while Jamie and I do our thing.” She looks like she’s about to interrupt him, so he holds up a hand as if asking her to wait. “Hear me out. You go home, spend time with your family or your old friends or, y’know, yourself, because — and don’t even fight me on this — I know you need your alone time. And after you’ve had your break, we’ll meet you there and hang out until you need to get back to prepare for next semester and I need to sort things out for the tour. You can even go somewhere else by yourself before going home or we could do a family thing before coming back to the UK if you and Jamie want to. How does that sound?”

She doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t even smile. She just keeps looking at him while sliding the gin and tonic glass across the table so he can have his share. Harry takes two big gulps and waits for her to speak.

“I don’t—” She stops herself. “You thought of it all, didn’t you?”

“I tried,” he laces his fingers through hers. “So you wouldn’t have to. But, y’know, it’s just an idea. And I thought it’d be better if I brought it up early so we could plan everything properly and, in case you didn’t want help paying for them, the plane tickets wouldn’t cost you an arm and a leg.”

Still silent, She looks down at their joint hands.

“Thank you, H.”

“I didn’t do anything, love.”

He touches her chin so that She’ll look him in the eyes.

“I love you,” Harry whispers. 

She doesn’t have to say it too. He knows. 

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6 years earlier…

“Hey, love,” Harry whispers from the other side of the phone call. “How are things?”

She smiles a tired smile up at her dark ceiling at the sound of his voice. “Things are…” The smile fades, replaced by a shaky sigh. “Things are fine, H.”

She means things are like they have been for as long as she can remember. Difficult. A shit-paying job where she feels like a failure most of the time, too much school work, family drama and all sorts of friendship insecurities. There are good days of course, but today just isn’t one of them. She didn’t want to ruin his call, the only silver lining of the night, by complaining. So things are fine. 

“What about you? Is everything good over there?”

“Everything’s great. Had some really good wine earlier today, reminded me of you. You would’ve loved it.”

“Bet you were in a villa, feeling the breeze on your hair, staring at a gorgeous canal or some fancy shit like that,” she jokes.

Harry laughs. “Yeah,” is his answer. 

Oh.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you about that, actually.”

“About what?”

She sits up on the bed, her room quiet except for the shifting of her body over the clothes she took off but didn’t bother to fold before laying down after work.

“You should come,” he answers on the phone. 

“What?”

“To Italy.”

“Baby—”

“Come on, love. You always wanted to travel here. Come meet me.”

“Harry,” she sighs. “You’re insane.”

She can picture his face falling just by the sound of his voice. “Why?”

“It’s the middle of September; I’m working, I’m studying. I can’t even afford it. Do you need any more reasons?”

Harry sounds frustrated when he answers, and it brings tears to her eyes. So much for a silver lining. “You can take a day or two off, right? Or just stay the weekend. You know I’ll pay for your flight.”

“Baby,” she takes a deep breath, trying to not let her annoyance show. “I’m almost finished with my master’s; I won’t get it done by missing classes. And yes, you’ll pay for my flight, but that’s not the only expense that goes into traveling and I won’t depend on your money. You know this. We can go when there’s a holiday here. Or mid-December, when the semester is over. I’ll have saved some money by then. I love you for thinking of me but… I can’t, H. Not now.”

He mumbles something under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I didn’t hear you,” but she knows he did it on purpose. “Can you say that again, please?”

“I said you’re making up excuses.”

‘You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious! You won’t even try.”

“How am I supposed to try? Either I can or can’t go. And I can’t.”

“You won’t even consider it,” his voice is filled with disappointment. It makes her blood boil.

“Harry, you sound like a child. Listen to me. Even if I went only for the weekend, I’d waste almost an entire day flying back and forth. We wouldn’t even have twenty-four hours together.”

“Don’t you think that sounds better than not being together at all?”

“I bet it does sound better for you, sitting your ass in a gondola, eating your rich-people cheese with your snobby friends, thinking of lyrics about fucking a girl that second-guesses putting you before herself while said girl is out there, flying to you so she can have a hug and a kiss and pretend that everything is fine.”

She’s crying by the time she stops talking, and she knows he can hear it. While she sobs, mostly angry but also starting to regret saying anything at all, he doesn’t say a thing. He could have stopped breathing altogether, considering how quiet the other end of the line is.

“Harry?” she half-pleads, half-scolds. “Talk to me!”

“I’m sorry,” his voice is uncertain, like he can’t quite figure out what to say and how to say it. “I guess I— I miss you. I’m being a prick.”

The weigh on her chest doesn’t go away with the apology, because she doesn’t know if he understands. And she just called his friends snobby and said she pretends to be happy. God. But she can’t say she’s sorry too because she won’t stop crying. She’s just so tired.

“Love,” Harry says, firmly this time. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. Have some sleep. Drink some water. We’ll talk properly tomorrow.”

“No,” she hiccups into the phone. “Wait. I’m—”

“We’ll talk, I promise,” she thinks he’ll hang up then when he hesitates, but he speaks again. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

The line goes dead. She cries herself to sleep.

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"God," he pants against her bruised neck.

“What?” She teases. “Are you getting too old for this?”

“Shut up,” Harry laughs, still breathless. “I’m barely in my mid-thirties.” He pushes the sheets away and gets up, looking down at her naked body sprawled across the bed; if he wasn’t so tired, he’d be horny again. “Want some water?”

“Yeah. Thanks, baby.”

He walks out of the bedroom wearing absolutely nothing, which is one of the perks of a child-free house. By the time he’s back with their water, She’s wearing his teal button-up and brushing her teeth, messy natural hair framing her face.

“H,” she calls from the suite’s bathroom, speech slurred because of the toothbrush. She spits before continuing, “Can you sing me a song?”

Harry chugs his water and lays back on the bed, waiting for her without saying a word. 

“Can you?” She asks again, climbing on the bed in all fours, hovering over him. “Can you?” A whisper against his mouth. But when he leans over for a kiss, she falls to the bed, suddenly grinning, and hugs his side. “Come on.”

“Such a tease,” he mumbles, already hugging her back and tangling his legs with hers.

Harry starts singing quietly, voice still a little rough even after the water, and he can feel her smiling lips against his chest.

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you…

“How romantic,” she says quietly once he’s done.

“That’s me, only doing the best for my girl” he says smugly, which makes her laugh, but then he turns serious. “I love you, you know?”

“Love you too, H.”

Harry takes a deep breath. “Can I ask you a question?”

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5 years earlier…

The paparazzi call her name on screen. There are not many of them, but it disturbs Harry nonetheless; three or four photographers outside a restaurant, just waiting for her and yelling at her once she walks out the door. She looks nervous in a way Harry can imagine other people not noticing, fidgeting hands and a fast walk. But her face is serious and dismissive while she walks straight ahead.

“Are you Harry Styles’ new girlfriend?” one of them asks from behind the camera.

Harry pauses the video, telling himself he needs to ask someone on his team how the hell they found out who she is just by a blurry picture taken through his car window a few days ago when she’s not even on social media, which is true. But he’s also not sure he wants to hear her answer. He checks the time under the video; it was posted less than an hour ago. He should call her and ask if everything’s okay, but he just presses play again.

“No,” she answers right away. Harry feels like he’s sinking.

Why the fuck did they not discuss this before she moved to England? What was he thinking when he resisted PR’s involvement? They should’ve planned for this, coordinated answers, made up their minds so he wouldn’t feel sucker-punched and she wouldn’t be thrusted into the spotlight with no warning.

“You were in his car last Monday!” someone says, as if telling her she’s a liar.

She doesn’t bother responding to that. They keep calling her name.

“What are you and Harry, then?”

She’s almost down the subway’s stairs and there’s not many seconds left in the video, so he’s not too worried about what happens next. Harry looks at his phone, expecting her to disappear from the frame so he can text her and ask her to come over so they can talk, so he can hold her and make sure she’s not freaking out. But she slows down, considering the person’s question. She turns her head to a camera somewhere to the right of the video he’s watching, curls falling down the side of her face. 

Matter-of-factly, with amused eyes but no smile, she says: “Soulmates.” And then she’s down the stairs and the video ends.

Harry stays very still. Text notifications appear over and over, more than one person saying the same thing: apparently they found her on her university’s website, where she’s listed as a doctoral student. He doesn’t open the messages, though; doesn’t even breathe until there’s a knock at the door.

Everyone else just rings the bell or asks to be buzzed in. It’s her.

Harry walks to the door, bare feet sliding on the wooden floors, and opens it. She’s standing in front of him dressed in the same black skirt and pink sweater from the video, hair messy around her serious face.

“H,” she starts. The sound of her voice relieves most of the pressure in his chest. “I—”

He doesn’t let her finish; just kisses her like he would kiss a soulmate. She steps forward, dropping her bag and closing the door with one hand while the other busies itself holding onto the soft cotton of Harry’s worn T-shirt, the feeling of his tongue against hers making her dizzy. 

They stumble into the couch, her hips sitting on top of his, breathing heavily against each other’s lips. Harry takes longer than necessary stripping her of her sweater, gripping every inch of exposed skin as if he could keep it to himself. “Harry,” She whispers, asking him to hurry. The pink fabric falls to the floor and his right hand instantly pulls at her hair, her back arching so he can get one of her nipples on his mouth. “Harry,” She breathes out again, tortured, and a careless move of her hips makes them both gasp. The hand that’s not tangled in her hair squeezes her tight so hard they’re both sure it’ll bruise.

“Lay back,” he says before sucking on her other nipple, teeth grazing her skin and making her grind into him with more purpose. Despite his words, Harry doesn’t move so she can do what he’s telling her to. “I want to—” he bites her shoulder, hard, “see if—” sucks a mark into the side of her breast, “you can move like that on my face.”

She moans at his words, his mouth, his hand on her hair, tightening by the second.

“No,” she licks her lips, but never finishes the thought. Her hand drops to the one he has on her tight and squeezes it. “Can you—”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, letting go of her thigh. His hand disappears beneath her skirt, and she can feel him pushing her panties out of the way. He swipes a finger against her so lightly she can barely feel it. “Is that what you want?”

“More.”

She lifts her hips, trying to get more friction on his hand. “Come on.”

Harry slides one finger into her, then another. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp, and she feels like she’s stopped breathing altogether once he fucks into her fast and hard, thumb brushing against her clit.

“Kiss me,” she whimpers, riding his fingers frantically, the sweat dripping down her torso sticking to Harry’s T-shirt.

Their mouths meet at the same time he squeezes a third finger into her. She moans against his lips and holds his waist under his clothes, seemingly undecided between tugging at his shirt or his belt.

“H, let me,” she murmurs the words into his lips, still pulling at his clothes. 

“No,” he sounds as wrecked as she does, which is saying a lot. “Cum for me first.”

Harry stops moving his hand, tries to tease her, but she barely seems to notice, moving so desperately that he hits all the right places without even trying. With a sob, she squeezes tight around his fingers and rides out her high while clinging to Harry for dear life.

Her head falls to his shoulder, face hiding behind her hair and in his neck.

“Good?” he asks, voice raspy, wiping his soaked fingers on the side of his pants. 

She doesn’t say anything for a second, just breathing hard into his skin, then sobs again. Not with pleasure. 

“Love?” Harry questions in worry. “What’s wrong?”

Her body starts to shake in his arms, tears mixing with the sweat on his T-shirt’s collar. He calls her name, scared out of his mind with what this could mean. Did she come here to say she couldn’t do this anymore? He didn’t let her say a thing before kissing her. He should’ve listened, should’ve waited, should’ve asked her what ‘soulmate’ meant when it couldn’t mean ‘girlfriend’.

“I’m sorry,” she hiccups, hugging him closer even though there’s not any space between their bodies. 

“What are you sorry for?” he asks quietly.

“I know this is freaking you out. I just—” and then she’s sobbing again.

“Talk to me,” Harry begs.

“I love you so much, H,” he could feel the but at the end of the sentence.

“I love you too…” he swallows before asking, “Is this about the photographers? Are you upset they were around? ‘Cause we can fix that.”

She looks up at him, the tip of their noses touching. With furrowed brows and swollen eyes, she mumbles, “You gonna have them killed or somethin’?”

He’d laugh if he could. “Not really. I’ll do something, though. Whatever it is you need me to do.”

She rests her chin on his shoulder so he can’t look her in the eyes. In a whisper, she asks: “Can you freeze us in time?”

“What?”

“I’m scared we’ll lose this,” She confesses. “I’m so in love with you, Harry and I— I don’t want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend the way I’ve learned it, owing each other and the world explanations and parts of ourselves. I want us to choose to love each other every day because we can’t help but do so — a forever that looks like the way you offered me a drink, the way you flew out to meet me after our fight and promised we’d do better, the way you kissed me today; like it’s not simple but it’s easy. ”

Harry stays silent for a while.

“I’m sorry if it makes no sense,” her voice shakes. “I think I’m just desperate not to lose myself in you while getting to keep you and— I don’t know, it doesn’t sound as reasonable as I thought it would.”

He whispers her name.

“Yeah?”

“Being with you forever, one day at a time, sounds reasonable to me.”

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“Do you want to marry me?”

“What?”

“Marry me, love,” he laughs softly. “Do you want to?”

She’s silent, tear-filled eyes staring up at him.

“You know how I knew it was time?” Harry asks, still in a low voice like they’re somewhere sacred. Home. “We built a family out of a promise we didn’t even have to make. A while ago, even before Jamie, you told me we shouldn't owe each other, and it’s true. I won’t ever ask you for anything you haven’t already given me, because that’s how you love me too. But I’ll ask for this because it’s ours and I know it’ll stay this way.”

They’re both crying, and her shaking hands try to wipe away his tears.

“I want to,” She says. 

That sudden bright smile takes over her face like it did both years and minutes ago. It doesn’t take him by surprise anymore. 

[ddaengyoonmin]

BTS Friends To Lovers Series (Jungkook)

Pairing: Swimmer!Jungkook x Swimmer! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Cheating, Fingering, Nipple play, Praise kink, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

a/n: I included another member in this and we are just going to assume that they are the same age as Jungkook and the reader for this fic. 

Song Inspo: Swim- Chase Atlantic;  Youth Water- Manila grey

Word Count: 8k (Wow yikes so much for these being drabbles lmao)

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Weightlessness, the cold water holding your body up.  Nothing else matters but this, your mind completely focused on pushing your muscles to their limit, to victory.  Your arms moving with purpose, propelling you towards the touch pad, you are staring up at the bright lights on the ceiling through the water droplets splashing onto your goggles.  Red flags that hang over the pool now come into your view and you know what that means, you are only a few arm lengths away from the finish.  You use every last bit of your strength and glide with an outstretched arm, reaching your destination.  

As soon as your hand hits you instantly tear off your goggles and whip your head around to the screen high on the wall to your right.  Adrenaline flooding through your body. 

1: Y/L/N 00:57.96

Your face lit up instantly and you pumped a fist into the air, you grabbed on to the bars under the starting block and pulled yourself out of the pool, speed walking over to your team who were cheering and hugging you. 

“I broke a minute!” you squealed “Oh my god I can’t believe it” 

You’d been aiming for breaking a minute in your 100 yard backstroke your entire high school experience.  Now finally at 18 and a senior only a few weeks away from graduating, you’d finally done it and by way more than you thought you could.  You were so proud of your hard work paying off

Your spring team coach shot you a thumbs up and a wide grin from the other side of the pool. 

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After the meet was over your coach pulled you aside with an excited look on her face, putting a letter into your hand. 

“There was a scout here from Bangtan University, and they think you have potential.  They are inviting you to a summer swim training camp for incoming freshmen and if you can get to 55.0 by the end of summer you’d get a full ride scholarship.  Even if you don’t make the time, they want you on the team and are offering a pretty nice scholarship” she clapped her hands together. 

You clapped a hand over your mouth

 “Seriously?” 

You hadn’t thought that you were anything that amazing, you weren’t the best swimmer on the team overall but you couldn’t argue, that backstroke time you’d just swam was quite impressive.  If this team saw potential in you, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to prove yourself. 

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You had pulled into the parking lot of the university’s athletic center, many others were pulling in and walking over to the pool doors.  You felt so much excitement and nervousness at meeting your new teammates. 

You noticed that there were also men that were in the crowd of swimmers making their way to the pool doors, you hadn’t realized this was going to be a co-ed training.  You’d only swam with your girls from high school and it was the same team since you were in elementary school.  One of your best friends had also been offered a place on a college team, but to a different school.  You were going to miss her a lot, but you’d still get to see each other occasionally, and you were excited for this new adventure.   

You grabbed your bag that held your towel and gear and followed the crowd to the pool. 

After getting changed and admiring the incredible size of the facility you walked out to the pool where you could see the rest of the team gathered around a white board waiting for the coach to give further instruction. 

You found an open space to sit down on the floor next to a blonde tall man with broad shoulders, the perfect figure for a swimmer, you wondered if he did butterfly.  His shape and muscles seem to be very fitting for that stroke.  He was shirtless and you had to try to not make things awkward by staring at him or any of the other shirtless men scattered among the swimmers here. 

The man turned to you and extended a hand for you to shake.  

“I’m Jin” he smiled at you. 

You shook his hand and returned his friendly smile “y/n” 

The coach now started a speech introducing himself to the group and talking about the types of things that would take place here at the training camp, you’d get to compete against other colleges in practice meets and you’d be doing many time trials throughout the summer to see how you were improving. 

As the coach was starting to explain the workout for the day, the sound of a door slamming loudly from the direction of the locker rooms. 

A tall man with gorgeous jet black hair walked out from the men's locker room.  He was wearing the same tight fitting speedo that most all the other men were wearing and was wearing a white warm-up jacket that had a blue stripe down the side.  You let your eyes linger on how it was completely unzipped and exposing his extremely sculpted and muscular chest.  

“Ah Mr. Jeon.” the coach glared. “Thanks for gracing us with your presence today.” 

You half expected the coach to yell at the man and tell him to get out.  Showing up to your first day of practice was quite rude and didn’t really show good commitment to the team in your opinion.  

The man just silently stood back behind the rest of the team with his arms crossed, nodding for the coach to continue.  He was quite cocky you thought.  He must be really good to be able to get away with an attitude like that.  And as rude as it was, you also found it slightly amusing. 

The rest of practice went well, you work your hardest and tried to prove yourself, you ended up becoming the lane leader for your lane and were quite proud of that.  

There were eight lanes and it was split up by your times,  the fastest swimmers all in lane eight and the slowest in lane one.  You had surprisingly landed yourself in lane three which had surprised you, you weren’t the worst, and that was something!  

That cocky man Mr. Jeon had ended up in lane eight, and you noticed he was lane leader at that.  You were right, he had the speed to back up his cocky attitude.  The tall blonde named Jin was also in lane eight right behind him, so he must be the second best swimmer on your team. 

After practice was over you decided to step out of your comfort zone and approach him. 

He was pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge, pushing his wet strands of hair out of his face and breathing heavily from the workout. 

“Hey” you said with an awkward wave. 

He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow wondering what you might want from him. 

“I-I just... wanted to say, I s-saw you swim and, y-you did a really good job, I mean, you swim well.  Your stroke is p-pretty, I mean pretty good.” Fuck why were you being so fucking awkward.  You weren’t very good at making new friends, but something in you just really wanted to get to know this man, and hoped that maybe he could help you improve on your times so that you could get that scholarship. 

He chuckled at your bumbling around. 

“Ah, Thank you” he stood and started to walk away. 

“What's your stroke!” you yelled after him.  

He turned and smiled “Freestyle.” he said simply, starting to walk away again.  He probably thinks you’re a complete weirdo but swimmers were always hungry, so...here goes nothing…

“Wanna grab some dinner?” 

He spun around again.  “Uh,” he thought for a moment “Yeah sure, why not.  Meet me outside the doors after we get changed, did you have something in mind?” 

Shit, you had nothing in mind.  “I was thinking pasta?” 

He put a hand to his chin in thought, “Okay, I know a good place.” 

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You followed in your car behind Jungkook’s car to the place he had suggested for the two of you to eat and then got a booth seat at the restaurant, sitting across from each other. 

Jungkook ordered a big glass of milk and you chuckled a bit at that.  

“Good for the muscles” He shrugged cutely with a smirk. 

“So how long have you been swimming?” you asked, trying to make some small talk and swimming was basically your only conversation point even with your non swimmer friends. 

“My whole life pretty much”

“Yeah me too! I took one year off where I tried track but, I discovered I’m more of a water creature” you laughed.

Jungkook stared at you, narrowing his eyes.  You thought you must’ve been being awkward or offended him somehow without realizing it. 

“I feel like I’ve seen you before…” Jungkook says. 

Oh. 

“Um, not sure…” you didn’t quite know what to say. 

“4th grade! Summer swim team!” he exclaims.  “y/n y/l/n right?” 

Oh my god, you had actually done a co-ed swim team once when you were younger at a pool your family had a membership to.  You had totally forgotten about that. 

“Jeon...Jungkook!?” it suddenly clicked.  “Holy shit, yes, I remember you” 

He grinned and took a large drink of his milk leaving an adorable milk mustache on his upper lip. 

The two of you talked for the rest of the meal reminiscing on your memories of the team you were on together.  He had changed so much from the skinny dorky boy you’d known.  He was a man now and had grown up well. 

Suddenly he stopped mid conversation as his phone rang, he put up a finger and mouthed a sorry.  

“Hey hon” he answered. “Yeah-” he nodded “Okay I’ll be there soon, Just finishing up a meal with an old friend I reconnected with today…” he paused as the voice on the other end of the line said something “Yep, see you soon babe, love ya” he clicked the button to hangup. 

“Girlfriend?” you asked, slightly jealous for reasons you couldn’t quite understand, it’s not like you had any place to feel that way. You’d only just re-met him today, and he was an attractive man, of course he had a girlfriend. 

“Yep, I gotta hurry up and get going, she’s had a rough day at work” 

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The next couple weeks you went to practice every day besides Sunday and each day you and Jungkook would end up hanging out for a bit after. Sometimes going out to eat, and sometimes you’d stay late for him to help give you some tips on your swimming form.  You were happy to have made a friend like him.  You feel like you’d already improved so much. 

Today was the first practice meet you were going to have with another school and It was a home meet.  You were nervous but also couldn’t wait to see how much you’d improved.  

Right before you were about to enter the locker room to get changed Jungkook yelled out your name and motioned for you to come over to where he stood.   He was next to a skinny, curly haired blonde woman with glasses, she was dressed all in pink, tiny hot pink shorts, a tiny baby pink crop top that exposed her tanned stomach, and a pink headband holding back her perfect hair. 

“Y/n this is my girlfriend Missy” Jungkook motioned towards the girl.

You tried to give your friendliest smile and extended your hand out to the girl.  She didn’t return your gesture and instead rolled her big blue eyes slightly and looked you up and down while blowing a big bubble from the gum she was chewing loudly.  When it popped she turned to Jungkook

 “Kookieee, I don’t wanna wait in the stands for you, it’s way too hot up there.  Can’t I just be with you in the pool area” She spoke in a ditzy voice while she pouted, crossing her arms and pushing her perfect perky breasts up as she did, almost as if she was trying to use them to convince Jungkook to cave into her. 

“Missy I told you, you aren’t allowed in the pool area during a meet, I promise it won’t be too bad up in the stands.  Do you need some money to go to concessions and buy a cold drink or something” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear.  

You shifted uncomfortably, debating on whether you should just leave to go get ready for the meet now.  Jungkook’s girlfriend obviously didn’t care for meeting you, and you didn’t quite care for her at all. 

Missy groaned childishly and just put a flat palm out towards Jungkook, which had him scrambling through his pockets and pulling out his wallet to put probably five times more money than she needed in her hand for the drink.  Yet she still held her hand out until Jungkook put even more money into her hand.  Then she instantly spun around on her heels and left. 

“Nice meeting you!” you yelled after her, well aware that you were lying. 

You turned to Jungkook with wide eyes. 

“Wow.  Whipped.” you chuckled. 

He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, “She’s actually awesome once you get to know her.” 

You shrugged, “I’ll take your word for it” though you can’t imagine anything about that girl that would end up being a redeeming quality. 

“It really does get hot up in the stands…” he tried to stand up for his girlfriend. 

You chuckled “Well you gave her enough for like twenty cold drinks so I think she’ll be fine” 

Jungkook and You went to your separate locker rooms to get ready and then out to the pool.

The meet was going extremely well, you had placed in second in the last heat of the backstroke and improved a lot on your time just in the few weeks you’d been training.  You couldn’t be happier. 

It came time for Jungkook to swim the 200 Free, you made sure to stand on the edge of the pool  with the rest of the teammates where he could see when he went to take a breath, while you cheered enthusiastically for him. 

“Go Go Goooo Jungkook!” you yelled, jumping up and down in your spot.  He was amazing, his muscular arms pulled him forward through the water so gracefully, he was at least a full body length ahead of the other swimmers in his heat.  It was incredible watching him. 

You happened to glance up into the crowd to see Missy sitting on her phone, sipping on a lemonade and texting, not even looking up from it once to see how Jungkook was doing. 

It irritated you quite a bit.  Why was she even here?  

Jungkook finished in first, no surprise.  He seemed happy with his time, a wide grin on his face while he was hopping out of the pool.

You ran over to him, both hands out for a double high five that he returned instantly.  

The rest of the meet went well.  Your college ended up winning overall which put everyone in high spirits. 

After getting dressed and exiting the locker room out to the lobby of the aquatic center you decided you wanted to at least try to extend an olive branch to Jungkook’s less than pleasant girlfriend.  You didn’t want to lose Jungkook as a friend over something as silly as not getting along with Missy. 

You found Jungkook standing in the lobby looking around. 

“Hey you!” you smiled as you approached him “Do you and Missy wanna go out for a celebratory dinner on me?” 

“That sounds awesome! I just gotta find Missy.  Did you see her come down from the stands?” he looked confused as he scanned the crowd for her. 

“I didn’t, I’ll help you look around for her” 

He nodded and the two of you walked through the crowd to try and find her.  She was nowhere to be seen and the crowd was slowly getting thinner and thinner so it should’ve made it easier to see her.  Odd. 

After about ten minutes of searching the whole crowd was gone and it was only you and Jungkook standing in the lobby. 

“Okay, y/n, I’m kind of nervous.  Where could she be?”  Jungkook's eyes were full of worry. 

“Maybe she wasn’t feeling well and went home early?” you suggested. 

“She would’ve texted me…” his brow furrowed as he checked his phone to see if maybe he had missed a message or call. 

The two of you started to walk some of the hallways of the building looking around.  

Then an odd noise hit your ears, there was some giggling coming from a storage room. 

“That sounds like...What would she be doing in here?” Jungkook gripped the door handle and swung it open. 

His eyes almost flying out of their sockets at the sight of Missy completely naked her legs wrapped around your teammate Jin. 

“What the fuck!” Jungkook screamed angrily. Causing Missy and Jin to realize for the first time that they had been walked in on. 

Missy instantly jumped off of Jin, and Jin scrambled to cover himself up. 

“Jungkook wait!” Missy squealed as Jungkook slammed the door shut on the two of them, shaking slightly while he stomped down the hall away from them.  

You followed right behind him silently, not really knowing what to say. 

“Babe wait!” suddenly Missy was sprinting down the hall after the two of you, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulder trying to turn him around to face her.  He shook her off and kept walking, trying to just make it out the doors of the building and to his car, wanting to get as far away from her as possible. 

“Jungkook, please I can explain!” Missy was sobbing. 

“Missy.  Maybe now’s not the time.” You softly spoke at her in a serious tone. 

“Sorry bitch but no one was talking to you.” Missy snapped at you. 

At that Jungkook finally spun around to face her. 

“Don’t you dare Missy.  You’re the bitch right now okay? And I never want to fucking see your face again.  So please, leave me alone, go home.” he growled. 

Missy froze on the spot, Jungkook had never spoken to her so harshly before.  You felt that she deserved even worse than just some mean words after what she’d done, but that's none of your business. 

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You drove Jungkook home, telling him it was probably not a good idea for him to drive himself due to the state of mind he was in, and he reluctantly agreed. 

You pulled up to his house and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook spoke. 

“I was with her since eighth grade…” he choked out, covering his face with his hands as he was starting to tear up. 

You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.  Wishing that you had the right words. 

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Jungkook missed practice for the next two days.  You texted him asking where he was both days and each time he answered with a simple ‘don’t feel well sry’ 

When he finally returned to practice he seemed to be pushing himself even harder than he was before.  You wondered if it was hard for him to swim in the same lane as Jin.

And your curiosity was answered when you were taking a breather after a set and heard some commotion going on from lane eight. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” You heard Jungkook screaming. 

“I said, it’s not my fault your girl is a SLUT” Jins voice boomed

You looked over to see Jungkook starting to pull his fist back, he wasn’t able to land his punch before a few of the other teammates from the lane were holding him back. 

The coach ran over and tried to defuse the situation. 

“That's it. Everyone out of the water!” The coach yelled to the whole team.  You all hopped out and went to sit on the benches or the floor to wait for further instruction. 

“You two.  Up on the blocks” the coach motioned for Jin and Jungkook to comply with his orders. 

“100 Freestyle.” the coach informed them. 

The two men glared at each other and hopped on the block. 

You thought this was probably a good way to settle things without violence.  Jungkook was the fastest on the team, and freestyle wasn’t even Jin’s stroke, so it would feel good for him to beat Jin after all that went down. 

“Ready. Set…” The coach blew the whistle to signal the start. 

Jungkook dove off the block, his arms outstretched and strong as he hit the water.  

You stood up and yelled “Gooooo Jungkook!” then motioned for the rest of the team to stand and cheer.  Most of them did, all cheering for Jungkook. 

But...the cheers started to die down on the last lap.  Because...Jungkook was losing? No.  Not good. 

Jin touched the wall about a few seconds before Jungkook, a big smirk on his face as he turned to him. 

“Better luck next time buddy.” he chuckled. 

Jungkook was in shock. He...lost, he never lost…

He hopped out of the pool fuming, stomping off to the locker room, kicking a stack of kickboards and knocking them all across the pool floor on his way in. 

You covered your mouth with your hand.  Poor Jungkook.  Your heart was breaking for your friend and you had no idea what to do. 

After practice was over you were walking out to your car and noticed that Jungkook’s car was still there.  You’d thought he left but he must still be somewhere back in the building. 

You decided to go and find him, returning back to the pool area and searching around.  Everyone else including the coach had already left, so you decided you would take a chance and check the men’s locker room. 

When you entered you heard a shower running and walked towards the sound.

You found Jungkook sitting on the grey tile floor with his back against the wall, eyes closed, letting the water fall onto his face. 

���J-Jungkook, are you okay…” You said quietly. 

He jumped, and snapped his eyes open, wiping the water out of them quickly to see you better. 

“Shit y/n you scared me.” he whispered. 

“Sorry, I just saw you were still here and wanted to check on you” you explained. 

He nodded, bending his head down and letting the water fall on the back of his neck. 

“Well, I’m fine” he spoke quietly. 

You were still wearing your suit under your clothes, so you decided to take off your sweats and jacket and sit next to him in the shower. 

“This is probably not very sanitary” you laughed as you sat down. 

“The water washes the germs away” he mumbled, his head still down on his knees. 

“I’m not sure I buy that one, but I’ll let you have it” you chuckled, leaning your head towards him and resting it on his shoulder. 

“I’m really sorry Jungkook” you got more serious. 

He lifted his head a bit, turning to look at you.  “I just don’t understand what I did wrong.  I treated her like a queen, I gave her everything.” he sighed “I haven’t seen her since the meet, but I have to swim with Jin right next to me every day now.  And hes so fucking smug about it, and now on top of everything hes somehow faster than me” Jungkook spoke with his hands emphasizing his anger. 

“He’s definitely not faster than you, I think you’re off your game a bit cuz of everything that happened.” 

“Still…” Jungkook sighed “That was embarrassing and just the icing on the cake of the worst week of my life” 

He leaned his head so it was resting against yours. 

“Hmm, I might have an idea on how to cheer you up!” you grinned, lifting your head and meeting his eyes. 

He looked confused and then suddenly he seemed to form an idea of what you might have meant. 

He brought his face close to yours, and before you could tell him that wasn’t what you meant his lips had landed on your own.  He tasted like chlorine, and his lips were so soft.  As much as you enjoyed it, you pulled back quickly. 

“I-I didn’t mean.  I wasn’t trying to say that…” you stuttered out in shock that you let that happen.  He was vulnerable right now after having his heart broken, you shouldn’t take advantage of that. 

Jungkook looked mortified, “You didn’t want me...fuck.  Y/n I’m so sorry.  I’m not thinking right” he shook his head embarrassed. 

“It’s fine Jungkook” you chuckled “It was...nice actually.  I just don’t think we should, we’re friends, and you are going through something.” 

He still looked ashamed of acting on what he assumed you had wanted “So...what did you mean?” 

“I was thinking a midnight star swim?” 

Jungkooks face lit up, “Oh my god I haven’t done that in years” 

There was an outdoor pool in your town that most of the swimmers knew how to sneak into at night.  There weren’t any cameras or security, and the fence was easy to jump.  It was up on a hill and if you went on a clear night, it had the most beautiful view of the stars.  So everyone called it a star swim. 

“I’m so down for that” Jungkook nodded excitedly.  “Oh, and thanks for not being weird about…” he trailed off looking down. 

You chuckled, “Weird about what?”  you smirked knowingly. 

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It was about 11:30 when you pulled up to Jungkook’s house.  You hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss since it happened.  At first you really had planned on brushing it off like nothing happened, but the memory of the feeling and taste of him wouldn’t stop pushing itself into the front of your mind. It was so persistent that you almost cancelled your plans with him, faking being sick or something like that.  But, he had thanked you for not making it weird, and that’s exactly what you’d be doing if you cancelled plans.  Just pretend it never happened. You told yourself.  Yet that seemed so impossible. 

Jungkook was skipping out to the car not long after you arrived.  He seemed to be in better spirits, which is exactly what this was for, you were quite relieved to see a smile on his face as he hopped into the passenger seat. 

“Sup Y/n” 

“Sup Jungkook” you chuckled

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As was usual for star swims you parked down the road from the pool and not in the parking lot so as not to be suspicious.  The two of you walked in the dark towards your destination. 

You didn’t want to use your phone’s flashlight as you walked just in case someone saw.  As common as it was, it was not in any way legal for the two of you to be going into the pool at this hour, and you were slightly nervous about getting caught. 

But, because of the lack of light you happened to trip on a dip in the road you hadn’t noticed.  You fell forward and let out a small gasp, but before you got close to hitting the ground, two strong arms wrapped around you and caught you just in time.  Jungkook pulled you up and steadied you. 

“Woah there” Jungkook whispered. 

You awkwardly stood up straight, quite embarrassed of your clumsiness. 

“Shit, thanks…” 

“Here,” Jungkook grabbed your hand “I have good night vision, I’ll guide you” 

For some reason, the small and seemingly platonic gesture of his fingers intertwined with yours made your heart skip a beat.  The kiss popped into your mind again.  

No, he's just confused because of everything that happened with his ex, you aren’t going to let yourself just be a rebound, he’s just your friend! Your mind tried to reason with your heart.  Your heart didn’t seem to want to listen, it continued to flutter as you walked hand in hand with Jungkook the rest of the way. 

When you got to the silver chain link fence Jungkook motioned for you to go first, offering to help give you a boost up.  You declined and pulled yourself up easily,

 “You forget I’m pretty strong too Kook” You winked at him as you landed on the other side. 

There was something behind the smile and soft, admiring look he gave you through the holes in the metal fence where he now stood opposite you.  Maybe your stupid heart was making something out of nothing, but something flickered over his expression, that seemed like...nah, it couldn’t be.  

He hopped over effortlessly and landed next to you.  He almost instantly pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head. 

You’d seen him shirtless so many times at practice, but being here at night, and alone with him had you feeling slightly shy.  Trying not to look his way you decided to get undressed into your suit that was under your clothes as well. 

You cursed yourself for deciding it was a good idea to wear a skimpy bright red two piece.  You thought it would be more comfortable, but, you should’ve just worn your completely unattractive practice one piece suit.  Then you wouldn’t have to notice the way Jungkook’s eyes were bugging out of his skull upon seeing your figure.  

You noticed him bite at his lower lip and gulp, not being able to tear his eyes away from you.  

“Ready to swim?” You asked, hoping to snap him out of his trance. 

He nodded, his eyes still glued to the skin right above the fabric of your bikini top. 

You decided to take his view away, jumping into the pool quickly.  

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, taking off his shorts so he was wearing only his tight workout speedo, then doing a dive into the pool. 

You swam over to the edge of the pool, resting your arms on the side and laying out on your back to stare up at the sky.  It was peaceful and calm, the dark black sky was lit up with sparkling lights, and they reflected almost like a mirror in the water of the pool.

It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world to you.  

Jungkook slowly swam over to you, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the water and break the calm glass like reflection of the stars.  It did slightly, but it almost made it more beautiful, the ripple in reflection now looked like the stars were dancing. 

You felt Jungkook’s arm rest against your own. 

“I’m not sorry that I kissed you” he whispered, almost like it wasn’t meant for you to hear.  Yet when you snapped your gaze over to him, he was looking right at you.  Staring at your lips, his eyes full of want. 

“Jungkook...You just got out of a super long relationship that ended badly.  I don’t think you’re thinking clearly” 

Jungkook sighed. “Honestly, she was so controlling and I always just did whatever she said.  I never realized how much of my life was just me following her orders until I left her.  It’s like I didn’t fully understand everything I was missing out on in life because of her.  I’m upset, mostly because I realize how much time I’ve wasted not being with someone good and kind who actually cared about me the way I care about them…” 

Your heart was beating wildly and you had to take some deep and quiet breaths, trying to not make it noticeable to Jungkook how much he was affecting you. 

“So I think I’m actually thinking more clearly than I have in quite a long time.” He smiled at you. 

“I hope you find someone who treats you right Jungkook, you deserve it” you muttered, continuing your efforts to ignore that he was now staring over your whole body hungrily.  

“Yeah…” he murmured, “They say sometimes there’s moments in life where you realize everything you’ve been searching for has been right in front of you the whole time.  I feel like maybe I…”

You suddenly jumped out of the pool, trying to stop him before he got any further with that thought. 

You ran over to the diving board and sat on the very edge, your legs dangling off the edge. 

“Um, this way...we don’t mess up the view with our movements.” You explained your awkward and sudden escape. 

Jungkook sighed and got out of the water as well.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n.  I thought you weren’t going to make things weird after the kiss” he spoke as he started to walk over to the diving board. 

“Shit. I-I’m not trying to make things weird, it's just, I don’t want you to think…It just sounds like you think that...” 

“That you’d want to kiss me again?” his hands rested on the metal bars on either side of the board.  He was now standing right at the opposite end from where you sat. You turned around to face him, your back now to the pool with your legs still dangling off the edge.

“Exactly.” 

“And you really don’t want to?” he cocked his head to the side. 

You bit your lower lip nervously, of course you wanted to again.  Look at this gorgeous man, shirtless, muscular, and he’s almost begging for it.  But, this is your friend, you couldn’t just be his rebound.  So you regrettably settled on that as your next words.

“I’m not interested in being your rebound Jungkook” you almost snapped, realizing how harsh that came out, you added in a softer, “Sorry” 

Jungkook seemed to not have lost his determination though.  He slowly walked towards where you sat.  He teased for a second like he was going to bounce the board and make you fly off.

“Don’t you dare!” you giggled. 

Jungkook smirked, when he reached only a few steps in front of you he sat down facing you and hanging his legs off of either side of the board. 

“If we hooked up, I wouldn’t think of you as a rebound…” Jungkook said quietly.

You sighed “Ugh, Jungkook, I still think it’d be a bad idea” 

“Is it because you actually like me?” he said raising one eyebrow, “And you’re thinking ‘oh if I give into him now he’ll never be serious with me,’” he said trying to mimic your voice.  

You reached out and smacked him on his arm, “My god, you are full of yourself aren’t you” 

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and scooted forward on the bench a bit closer to you, your knees were touching now. 

“But, what if I told you that I liked you.  Like... actually liked you.  At first I thought we were just good friends...but I think I’ve felt this way since that first day of practice.  So maybe I deserved getting cheated on like that.  In a way, I was cheating in my heart by liking you the way I do.” 

You really didn’t know what to say.  

“I...don’t know if it’s quite the same thing.  I’m not really any kind of relationship expert.  But, you definitely didn’t deserve what happened to you.  That’s all I know” You said then suddenly the entirety of what he said hit you.  You wanted to just toss yourself off the edge of this board, he really just said he liked you?

“You like me?” You said with your voice wavering. 

“Ah you got that part now huh?” He chuckled. 

“Jungkook are you sure…” your eyes widened as you trailed your gaze over his sinful half naked figure sitting in front of you. 

“Quit trying to fight it y/n.  Let's just live in the moment, huh?” 

Fuck.  You really were getting mentally exhausted by trying so hard to hold back your feelings.  You liked him, a lot, maybe not right away but now? Definitely. You leaned in close to him, hoping you weren’t about to ruin everything by caving in. 

Jungkook’s mouth pulled into a smile as you inched closer to him.  

“That’s my girl” he whispered, reaching a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in closer.  His lips touched yours gentle and smooth,  the kisses he pressed into you were so innocent compared to the way his eyes had been roaming you hungrily.  

You started to speed the kisses up, running a hand through his soft locks of pitch black hair.  He groaned softly into your mouth as you touched him. 

You felt an ache in your core just from these small kisses and touches, you couldn’t tell if you were wet from swimming or from your own arousal, you were deeper into your feelings for him than you’d even realized.  

Jungkook’s hands gracefully trailed down from your head to your sides, the feeling of his fingers tracing your bare skin sent a shiver throughout your body.  You whimpered slightly when his hands reached the fabric of your bikini bottoms, he reached under your ass and pulled you up from where you sat and onto his lap. 

The board bounced up and down at the movement, causing you to bounce on Jungkook’s lap.  He grunted softly at the feeling. 

You could feel the hardness of his erection through his swim shorts, and you started to roll your hips against him, enjoying the friction and pressure that you could feel on your clit through the fabric of your suit. 

If you had any doubts about whether or not you should be doing this, the feeling of his hands starting to untie the string of your suit that was resting on your neck, had washed them all away. 

Your top fell down, exposing you to him.  He inhaled sharply and shook his head.  

“I imagined this so many times.  And you just had to go and be better than any fantasy I could’ve come up with” He said breathily. 

“You’re being cheesy” you giggled. 

“I mean it though” he smiled, giving your breasts a small squeeze. Then taking each of your nipples between the tip of his thumb and index finger, pinching them lightly.

You moaned out lewdly and tossed your head back at the pleasurable feeling. 

“Fuck” you hissed. 

“You like that baby?” Jungkook smirked, already knowing the answer to that question but wanting to hear you say it.  Needing to know how it would sound to hear unending praises fall from your lips. 

“I love it Jungkook” you gasp as he pinches you again, then brought his lips to one of your breasts, trading places with his fingers and nipping at you lightly.

“How much?” he asked, his breath warm against your tits as he spoke. 

“So much, I love it so much Jungkook, you’re amazing. I want you so badly” you admitted.  

Jungkook moaned against your skin at your words. 

“Don’t feel shy to let me know you’re enjoying yourself babe.  I wanna know how good I make you feel” he whispered, pulling himself from your chest and planting sloppy kisses on your neck. 

Jungkook started to move you off of his chest and lay you back on the diving board.  It shook up and down at the two of you moving around.  You laughed as you almost fell off at one point, Jungkook having to steady you with his hands on your hips. 

He hovered over where you laid, his hands gripping the edge of the board in a plank position, and gave you a quick peck on your lips. He then pushed himself up, standing between your legs that hung off the side of the board.  He pulled his swim shorts down quickly and stood confidently with his hands on his hips showing himself off to you with a smirk. 

You giggled wildly at his cockiness, which he mistook for you giggling at his...cock. 

“Hey now.” He growled crossing his arms against his toned bare chest. “Don’t make me bounce you off this thing” 

“Oh my god, no It’s just that you’re so cute.  Displaying yourself with that confidence” You assured him. 

“Well, I have reason to be confident no?” he moved his eyebrows up and down, and motioning his hands down around his hips, gesturing to his erection.  He wasn’t wrong...He had plenty of reason to feel proud of the cock that was hanging between his legs, long and large.  You’d never been with someone as big as him and you started to feel slight nervousness as you anticipated and hoped for the feeling of the stretch. 

Jungkook got down and balanced himself on his knees between your legs, pulling the string on one of the sides of your bikini bottoms.  

You felt the fabric being lifted away after he’d untied it, and you were completely bare and exposed to him now. 

He growled lowly.  

“Fuck you have a perfect pussy” 

“And you have a perfect cock” you returned. 

He smiled widely, you had a feeling that a strong feeling of pride grew in him at your words.  And you were right, any bit of praise that you gave him made him even more excited to dive into your pussy and feel you around him, he wanted to hear how good he made you feel. 

He gripped himself in one hand, trying his best to stay balanced as his other hand started to lightly touch your entrance. 

You gasped at his touch, and tossed your head back,  you were right on the edge of the board and the feeling that one wrong move could throw both of you off into the water was scary and exciting. 

You were seeing stars, literally as you stared up into the sky while two Jungkook’s fingers entered you, moving around and stretching you out, preparing you to take him. 

“That feels so good Jungkook” you moaned.  His ego swelled at that and it only made him want to work harder to please you, increasing the speed of his fingers. 

“Fuck” you whimpered out, gripping the sides of the board and trying not to squirm too much. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out, you pouted at the feeling of emptiness and loss of his touch. 

But he was now pulling you on top of him and flipping the two of you around so he was laying in the spot where you were just seconds ago. 

The sight was nothing less than magical. 

You were sitting on top of him with your hands on his chest, the moonlight shining on his skin making him almost glow.  And framing his perfect face on every side from below was the dark water reflecting the stars from above, it looked like something straight out of an artsy indie movie.  

You lifted your hips slightly and he brought a hand to position his cock at your entrance. 

You lowered yourself down onto him excruciatingly slow, but you wanted to give yourself the chance to adjust to his thickness. 

His hands squeezed your ass tightly as you sank down onto him, and he threw his head back in pleasure, biting down hard on his lower lip. 

“Fuckkkk” he hissed once you had him completely sheathed inside your pussy. 

You started to rock your hips slowly, not wanting to move too much and bounce the two of you off and down into the water.   

But Jungkook seemed to be a bit overtaken by the feeling and started to grab your hips and lift you up, slamming you down onto him.  He set a steady pace of bringing your hips up and down onto him, and it was the most incredible feeling ever.  Every time you took him fully at that speed, the board would bounce and cause a second in and out, causing him to thrust up into you effortlessly. 

“Jungkook, oh my god” you screamed out.  Jungkook grinned widely, loving how good he was making you feel.  It felt like a dream having you here riding him. 

His hands continued to guide you up and down on his cock, the board bouncing made it hard to keep a steady pace now.  

“You gonna cum for me baby? Use my cock however you need y/n” Jungkook moaned, releasing his grip on you and putting his hands behind his head.  You swore he was flexing his biceps right now.  So cocky, you thought.  Though, you couldn’t deny, he was so fucking hot like his.  He always seemed to have the goods to back up that cocky attitude of his. 

You started to bounce and roll your hips around in small circles, it took a lot of effort to continue without having any support for your knees, you really had to thank yourself for all those ab exercises you’d been working on.  

His cock was hitting you in all the right places now and you felt yourself approaching your high.  

“J-Jungkook, I’m gonna cum” you whimpered. 

“Yeah baby? My cock is gonna make you cum?” he smirked.  

You nodded biting your lip while you stared down at the god like man below you. 

“Say it.” he growled.  

You figured it didn’t hurt to indulge him, he really was rocking your world right now. 

“Jungkook, your fucking amazing, giant, sexy, cock is gonna make my pussy cum” you moaned.

“Fuck, hurry up if you’re gonna keep talking like that” he chuckled. “I’m so fucking close too y/n” 

After a few more bounces your orgasm was on you, it ran like a tidal wave over your whole body, nothing you’d ever felt before could compare to the incredible feeling rushing over you.  

Your walls tightened and spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, you had stilled your movements and fell down onto his chest, but he kept moving himself into you quickly, approaching his own orgasm.  His hips rolling up into you were greatly assisted by the bouncing of the board.  

He gripped your ass hard and sped up even faster, his face contorting into an expression of intense pleasure. 

“F-Fuck, Y/n baby” he groaned loudly, his nails biting into your ass cheeks and his head burried into to crook of your neck as he came. 

At that moment he completely lost control of his balance, and you, who were also overcome with post orgasm bliss were in no place to steady the two of you. 

And before you knew it both of you, clutched tightly onto one another, and him still twitching and emptying hot cum inside of you, were rolling off the board and crashing into the water. 

The two of you were now completely submerged, bodies still intertwined and holding each other tightly, Jungkook brought you into a passionate kiss as you rose back up to the surface. 

Once you reached air again he slowly pulled out of you and you both laughed wildly. 

“Holy shit” you threw your head back and floated on your back savoring this blissful moment. 

You turned to Jungkook who did an excited forward somersault in the water, which caused you to laugh even more. 

“Well that's how fun that was for me” he chuckled as he paddled over to where you floated and kissed you on the cheek. 

“You’re a dork” you shook your head. 

“And amazing...giant...and sexy” he listed your previous words while he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. 

“Yes that too” 

“And completely falling for you…” he whispered. 

You stared up to the stars, you swore you saw a shooting star right then. 

You don’t know what you could possibly wish for in this moment.  Everything already felt so perfect. 

You were completely falling for him too. 

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Aftermath by meggannn “Post-5DX, the recession has forced the Yu-Gi-Oh protagonists to live in an apartment building together to save money. It's not always fun and card games.”

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Makes Perfect Sense To Me by RaichuWrites “Juudai "Jaden" Yuki's life gets turned upside down when the new kid on the block arrives and throws him for a loop. When Jesse arrives, he's hoping things will go smoothly for him this year. Then he locks eyes with a brown eyed brunette and all those plans go down the drain. //Inspired by downwithwritersblock's monthly prompt set for May 2018, and 'Practice Makes Perfect' by Cute Is What We Aim For. Find it on your music streaming service and give it a listen while you read!”

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Stepping in Time by exuberant_imperfection “Jesse Anderson is your average 15-year-old band geek. Then he changes schools and meets Jaden Yuki, and suddenly his life takes a turn for the weird. Features lots of geeky band adventures, a bit of angst, and plenty of fluff.”

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Taeyong angst+fluff (NSFW)

You couldn't remember exactly when your feelings for your best friend Taeyong started to develop into something more. Somewhere between staying up all night to cram for tests in high school and spending the weekends at the arcade, to rejoicing that you were both going to the same college and had at least two classes in common, your heart started to slip.

You were scared at first. Scared because he was your best friend. You had known him for years, your parents practically considered him to be their long lost son. There had never been anything more than pure, amazing friendship between you.

But then, out of nowhere, you started to see him differently. At lunch while he was telling a funny story from his English class, you couldn't help but get lost in the way his full lips pursed so cutely when he talked, or the unbelievable sharpness of his jaw when he tilted his head back. You swore it looked sharp enough to cut yourself on if you weren't careful.

Then he looked at you, asking if you were paying attention, and his gaze was like a fire that burned you from the inside out, the smile he flashed only acting as an accelerant.

You managed to shake your head, apologizing for your thoughts being elsewhere, but you were a mess inside. Since when the hell did Taeyong make you feel like that?

You did your best to ignore it, push it out of your mind, and hope that it went away. And for a little while, it worked.

Until one night the two of you decided to attend a party together. Since starting college, you had both made new friends and one of them happened to be throwing a huge kegger at the only co-ed dormitory on campus. It was the first big party for both of you and you were a little nervous but tried not to show it.

Taeyong picked you up at your dorm, and you had to stop yourself from outright gasping at the sight of him. He just wore a simple white T-shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans, but the way it hung off his long, lean body combined with his slicked back hair made you feel some kind of way - and it was weird.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked you as you met him at the bottom of the steps leading down from your dorm.

"Yeah, sorry, I just hmm... I think I ate too much at dinner." You lied. Standing closer to him, you could smell the cologne he wore, and the faint traces of musky body wash from his shower earlier. It made your cheeks feel warm and you wanted to slap yourself.

"That's good, you won't get too drunk tonight." He told you with a smile. "By the way, you look great."

You felt your cheeks burn even hotter. You hadn't wanted to go all out, choosing a simple outfit of skinny jeans, a loose white blouse, and a cute pair of flats, but his compliment made you feel like you had made the right decisions.

You headed to the party feeling excited and pumped, but that quickly changed. There were so many people, your friends were swallowed up in the crowd, and once you lost Taeyong, there was no finding him again. You hid out in the kitchen with a single cup of beer that you sipped on for most of the night, not keen on getting drunk around a bunch of people you didn't know and who had no interest in introducing themselves to you.

You finally got fed up and went to find Taeyong. You had both been there long enough, and you hoped he was ready to go. You searched all through the place, before finally opening a door that joined two dorm rooms and finding your best friend, Taeyong, making out with a girl you'd never seen before.

In that moment, you felt your heart break. Taeyong pulled himself away from the girl and looked at you, but you couldn't stand to see his face. You turned and ran out of the party, walking back to your dorm alone. You even took a different route in case Taeyong tried to follow you.

You guessed that sealed it, those feelings you had been fighting to keep at bay, the ones you hoped and prayed might just be a fluke.

You were in love with your best friend.

It took seeing him with his tongue shoved down another girls throat to make you finally accept that. You guessed it was the hurt that drilled it in.

You ignored Taeyong for the rest of the weekend, not even bothering to go to the cafeteria. You got your roommate to smuggle you out French fries and pizza and survived on that and the snacks you had in your room. On Monday, you knew he would be unavoidable because you shared two classes with him.

"Where the hell have you been?! I've been worried sick!" Taeyong shouted at you, not caring about the stares of other students who passed by in the hallway.

You met his gaze, and felt your insides twist up into knots. "I didn't feel good after the party," You told him, and it wasn't technically a lie. You did feel sick after seeing him with the other girl. "I've just been trying to sleep it off."

"And you couldn't even pick up the phone to text me and let me know?" Taeyong asked angrily, but you knew it wasn't just anger - you had known him long enough to recognize that his feelings were hurt from you blatantly ignoring him. "And not to mention you walking back to your dorm the other night without me. Do you know what could have happened to you?!"

"Well nothing happened, now did it?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "And besides, you were a little preoccupied."

Taeyong's face twisted into a scowl. "It was a party," He muttered. "I'd been drinking and it just happened. I would have dropped it all for you, you know that."

"It doesn't matter, it's over and done with." You shrugged, turning away from him. His large hand grabbed your wrist, and the feel of his touch made you gasp as he gently turned you back to face him.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked, his gaze softening. "You scared me all weekend and you're scaring me now. This isn't like you."

You stared into his deep brown eyes, seeing how much he cared for you, but you were selfish and wanted more than his care. You hated yourself for thinking that way, but you couldn't help it.

You shook your head and yanked your wrist from his grasp. "Please just leave me alone." You plead softly, and there must have been something in your voice that made him understand.

You managed to sit through your first class, keeping your focus on note taking and the droning sound of the professor's voice. You could feel it every time Taeyong looked at you, knowing he was going to attempt to talk to you as soon as class was over. When the professor announced the end of class, you bolted as fast as you could. You didn't even bother with the rest of your classes that day, choosing instead to hide out in your dorm. Taeyong was steadily blowing up your phone, and when you did reply, you kept your messages short and curt.

You didn't understand anything at this point. You loved him, so why were you being mean to him? Because he didn't love you in the same way? How was that fair to either of you? You buried your face in your pillow, muffling your short, broken sobs. He was your best friend for as long as you could remember. Why did you have to go and fall in love with him?

Eventually, the distance between you grew to a chasm. He stopped texting you nonstop. You stopped being purposely mean to him. But outside of your shared classes, you barely saw one another. And it hurt. It hurt because you missed him and it hurt because you could see the pain in his eyes.

He seemed to be keeping busy, though. Every other day you would spot him on campus with his arm around a different girl, or kissing her before her next class. The sight of it made you sick, and you wondered if you would ever get over this jealous anger towards anyone else who dared to get close to your best friend.

Except he wasn't really that anymore, was he?

You did everything in your power to push it all aside and focus on your classes. By the time the weekend rolled around there were talks of another party, and when your friend mentioned you should come, you decided why not? This time it was off campus, at a friend of a friend's house while their parents were out of town. Your roommate offered to drive you there and back since she didn't drink, and you accepted her offer readily.

This party was more relaxed and laid back, the people seemed nicer, and you felt more comfortable drinking although you still didn't want to get too drunk just to be safe. After you'd had your third drink, you headed upstairs to use the bathroom. It was quieter up there, and it felt nice to be away from the chatter and loud music for a bit. Once you finished in the bathroom you lingered around, casually looking over some wall art and a few framed photos of the family the house belonged to.

You felt a pair of hands on you and gasped, too startled to scream as you were pulled into the closest bedroom, the door slamming shut soon after. You turned around, ready to claw and fight, but your eyes went wide when your gaze landed on the familiar face of Taeyong.

"What are you doing?" You breathed. It felt like it had been ages sinces you had been this close to him, and it made you dizzy.

"I can't do this anymore," He said, his voice like music to your ears. "This is ridiculous and it's killing me."

You blinked. The hurt in his voice was evident and it made you feel awful. "Can't keep doing what, Taeyong?"

He surprised you then, in a way you never thought possible. He cupped your face in his warm hands, bringing himself closer to you as he gazed down into your eyes. "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you."

Your heart beat so hard at his proclamation you thought it might burst out of your chest. He was standing so still and it was killing you. You reached up, sliding your arms around his neck and he wasted no time pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. Your head swam as you tasted him for the first time, and it was like everything you had ever craved was finally yours.

"It took being away from you for so long to make me see," He muttered as he kissed the side of your mouth, then along your jaw. "You're my everything. You're everything I want and everything I need and so much more than my best friend." His kisses stopped at your ear, and his hot breath sent shivers through you. "You're the love of my life."

You didn't know what to say. It was everything you wanted to hear and it made your heart soar. However, Taeyong didn't seem like he needed a response - the smile on your face was enough for him. He kissed you again, and then the two of you were moving, and the next thing you knew he was edging you backwards onto the bed. In that moment you didn't care whose bed it was - all that mattered was Taeyong's lean body on top of yours as his mouth trailed down your neck, his long fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse and pulling it off of you.

You suddenly felt nervous as he leaned back, looking down at you, running his fingertips along the lace of your bra. But the look in his eyes removed all doubt from you - you saw nothing but love, and something you could only call hunger.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He murmured, and then he was kissing your collarbone, moving down to the cavern between your breasts. You raised up slightly, allowing his hands to slide behind you and undo the bra clasp. He removed it with ease, and you let out a cry as his hot, wet tongue flicked over your already hardened nipple, his hand palming the other. Your back arched into him, your fingers digging into his hips as you clung to him.

He pulled away from you long enough to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean, defined torso. You longed to touch him, to taste every inch of him, but he had other plans. He was undoing your jeans, sliding them down your legs and tossing them in the floor before situating himself between your knees. He laid his palms flat against your thighs, looking up at you with a coy smirk.

Before you could say anything, he dipped his head down, running his tongue along the front of your panties. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair. You didn't know if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer but when he hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them down, you were lost as he buried his face in your wet core.

You cried out as his tongue lapped at your center, his nose bumping your clit with every bob of his head. You were writhing in ecstacy, gasping for breath as you felt the knot forming in your stomach.

"Ride me face, sweetheart, I've been waiting for this." Taeyong muttered, and your fingers clenched in his hair as your hips began moving out if instinct, riding his beautiful, angular face until you felt yourself come undone. You cried out his name, whimpering helplessly as you lay still and tried to catch your breath, but Taeyong continued using his tongue to lick you clean, even your thighs.

"I like the way you sound," He said cutely, moving up to kiss you. You tasted yourself on him, but it only turned you on more. You reached down, running your hand along the growing bulge in the front of his jeans, making him groan.

"Please Taeyong," You said helplessly. "I want you. All of you."

"Good," He replied with a groan, thrusting slightly against your hand. "Because I'm all yours."

He stood up, and you leaned up on your elbows to watch him as he undid his jeans and pulled them and his boxers off in one swift motion. His hard cock sprang free, resting against his stomach, and you licked your lips at the sight of it. You didn't think there was a man in the world as beautiful as Lee Taeyong with or without clothes on.

He came back to you, leaning over you, and he gasped as you took his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly.

"That feels so good," He muttered, burying his face in your shoulder. He nipped at your skin, enjoying the feeling of you jacking him off. Your movements were slow and languid, but he loved it, his hips bucking every so often of their own accord.

Finally he pushed you back down onto the bed, angling himself over you. He parted your knees, looking down at you as he gripped his cock. "Are you ready?" He asked, his voice thick with arousal.

"Yes, please, yes." You babbled, your body alight at the thought of finally feeling him inside you.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his tongue darting out and tracing your bottom lip as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your core. You moaned against his mouth as he entered you with one thrust, taken aback by the sharp pain that shot through the bottom half of your body.

"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly, dotting your face with gentle kisses as you clung to him, waiting for the pain to subside. You nodded in response, and soon the pain was replaced by a burning need to feel more of him. You moved your hips slowly, moaning at the sensation, and Taeyong took that as your permission for him to finally fuck you the way he wanted to, the way you deserved to be fucked - by him, and him only.

He hooked his hands behind your knees, holding your legs up as he began drilling into you at a fast pace, making you see stars. He pulled out of you completely, only to thrust into you fully again, a grin on his sweat glistened face as he watched your reaction.

"Do you like that?" He asked, repeating the action, going tortuously slow, and your whimpered string of affirmation told him the answer was hell yes.

"You feel so good," He groaned as he picked up his pace. He reached down and cupped your face, holding your gaze as he filled you over and over again with his long cock. "I won't last much longer like this."

You knew you wouldn't either, everything from the way he filled you up to the look in his eyes as he gazed down at you made that familiar knot tangle in the pit of your stomach. "Cum with me, Taeyong," You whimpered softly. "Please."

"Oh fuck, baby," He groaned, urged on by your filthy words and the wanton tone of your voice. He leaned forward, his hand fisting in the sheets beside your head as his hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming uneven. Your nails dug harshly against the skin of his back as you came undone around his cock, riding your orgasm out as he came inside of you. He let out a strangled cry, burying his face against your chest as he emptied himself inside you.

The two of you lay there entangled for several minutes, catching your breath and basking in the moment. You trailed your fingertips up and down his spine lazily as he brushed little kisses across your skin.

"I was mad," You said finally said in a soft voice. "Because of my feelings for you. And when I saw you with that girl at the party, I thought...that there wasn't any hope for me."

"Shh," He said, lifting his head to press a kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry that happened but it's over now. I'm yours and there's no changing that. I don't want anyone else but you."

Tears threatened to fill your eyes as you looked at him, smiling softly. "I love you, Taeyong." You said out loud for the very first time.

"I love you, too." He said, and kissed you deeply.

"Do you think maybe we should um...get cleaned up and go somewhere else?" You suggested with a laugh. "We're naked in a strangers bed."

Taeyong chuckled. "Let's just enjoy this for a little while longer," He said softly, and you couldn't argue with that as you snuggled into his embrace, the loving arms of your best friend...no, the love of your life.

[riskeith]

here, now and always (1,598)

Lance comes home to a surprise. One of Keith’s missions ended earlier than expected, so he’s here to visit Lance. They banter, they comfort and are comforted, and they just enjoy being with each other again.

PAIRING: Keith/Lance

RATING: teen and up audiences

TAGS: canon compliant, future fic, established relationship, long-distance relationship, domestic, ish?, fluff, light angst, banter, just a lil bit, hurt/comfort

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When Lance begins to head back to the house, the sun has already started setting. It makes him want to extend his short journey into a long one—the sky becomes painted with beautiful pinks and oranges, and he’s tempted to stop so he can savour every moment of it, becoming a part of the canvas. Sunsets remind him that he’s on Earth, he’s home, and they hold many cherished memories for him. One of which, he finds, is waiting for him at the bottom of the steps leading up to the veranda.

The moment Lance spots Keith, he snaps out of his reverie-like state and immediately launches himself at the man, wrapping his legs around his waist and swinging his arms around his neck. Keith catches him easily, and holds him steady as if he weighs nothing, chuckling as Lance desperately clings onto him. When Lance pulls back, he looks down into indigo eyes, and sees stars in them. Keith smiles up at him, whispers a simple ‘surprise’, and then Lance is on him again.

How long has it been since they’ve kissed? Probably only a few months, or weeks at shortest, but still too long nonetheless. Lance drinks it in now, the way Keith’s lips feel against his own, the way he tastes, the way he makes those breathy noises when they come up for air. Lance has his hands in Keith’s hair—still long, although he wears it in a ponytail now—and grabs fistfuls of it. Keith starts to tap his fingers against Lance, an indication he’s going to let go, and Lance drops down immediately, only because he understands how itchy one’s hands can get when they aren’t doing anything.

Lance hugs Keith again when they finally stop kissing, as if to make sure he’s really here, and then Keith pecks the area under his ear, the space between his eyes, and the corner of his mouth, before pressing his lips against Lance’s again, just to prove that he is.

They head into the house after, Lance leaping over the stairs and swinging the door open for Keith, who takes one step at a time, moving at a slow, easy pace. He smiles when he reaches the top, and even after all these years, it leaves Lance awestruck. Lance gives a grin of his own, then holds out his hand for Keith to take.

“Welcome home.”

After dinner, where Lance’s family got to talk with Keith more than Lance himself did, they go to Lance’s room. It’s on the far end, still attached to the main dwelling, but self-contained, so it’s basically like another house. Most of other rooms are like this too. The family had the house designed this way so everyone could have their own private spaces, while also having a main kitchen, dining room, and living room where they could spend time together.

The room is now Keith’s as much as it is Lance’s. Since beginning their relationship, Keith visited Earth more frequently, and spent longer periods of time here. He always stayed with Lance, because they had the room, and it was a lot more convenient. Keith was so careful around the space at first, and when Lance told him to just treat it like his own home, he said he couldn’t. He didn’t have one on Earth, not anymore. After that, Lance declared that this would be his home now, for as long as he was here.

Keith settled in quite well, actually. He has his own closet and set of drawers, although he’s never had many belongings, so Lance takes over half of his area. He has his own toiletries too, and since there are two sinks in the bathroom he gets his own, but the two of them share a toothbrush holder—which is really just a cup—that sits in the middle. Lance thinks it’s very cute, but when he sees it there while Keith is away, it often results in sharp pangs of longing.

He’s here now though, and Lance is upset his family got more time with him.

“Come on,” Keith draws out the syllables, “you have me all to yourself now.”

“I know, but I could’ve had you for longer,” Lance whines.

Keith steps close to Lance, their chests almost flush. He leans forwards so their foreheads touch, breaths mingling together as they breathe. “You’ve got me until the end of time.”

Lance lets out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed with emotion. He closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard. God, this man is ridiculous. When he recovers, he pushes against Keith’s chest playfully, putting some distance between them. “If you wanted to get into my pants, you should’ve said that in uniform.”

“I can’t believe this!” Keith fakes exaggerated shock, and lets out a gasp. “And here I thought you wanted me for me! You’ve just been after the outfit the whole time, haven’t you?!”

“Shit,” Lance looks away, before bringing his hands up in surrender, “you got me.”

Keith shakes his head, forms a gun with his hands, and pretends to shoot Lance. Lance plops backwards onto his bed with a hand over his heart, and lets out his final breath. There’s a moment of silence before they both start laughing.

“When’re we ever going to grow up?”

“Hey,” Lance protests, “we are very mature adults.”

“If you say so.”

Lance lies on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, while Keith does whatever he’s doing. He turns his head and looks out the window after a bit, sees all the stars in the sky, and is reminded of his time in space, but not the good times. He turns back.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re here with me,” he says frankly.

“What do you mean?” Keith’s voice sounds distant, he must be at the other end. There’s a rustling that tells Lance he’s taking off his jacket.

“Well, with everything that happened, everything I thought I’d lose, everything I did lose, I—” Lance suddenly chokes up, tears welling in his eyes. He covers his face with his hands, and lets out a long breath, trying to get a hold of himself. Keith is beside him almost immediately, bed dipping where Keith’s knees dig in before he lies down.

Slowly, Lance’s hands are removed from his face, and replaced with Keith’s. Keith holds his face delicately, and when Lance turns to face him, he places a kiss on Lance’s forehead. He then rubs his thumbs over Lance’s Altean markings, and they make the soft sound that means they’re glowing.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

The moment Lance speaks, he starts to cry. He grasps onto Keith’s shirt, then curls in on himself. Keith wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer. Lance is pressed against Keith’s chest, he can hear his heartbeat, and it helps calm him down. Time passes, but they don’t move. They lie there, melded together, as one.

Lance must’ve fallen asleep, because when he comes to again, it’s a lot darker in the room. Keith is still holding him, running his hand up and down his back, whispering sweet nothings into his hair. When he tilts his head and peeks up, Keith pulls back a bit so they can see each other more clearly, and smiles.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You feeling better?”

“Yeah,” Lance nods, as best he can, “thanks.”

Keith kisses the top of his head, then lets Lance stretch out his body. He turns on the bedside lamp in the meantime. When Lance is done, he rests his head on the same pillow as Keith. He simply watches his boyfriend, who watches him back.

And then, Lance brings his hand up, ever so slowly, to rests it against Keith’s cheek. A moment later, he moves it under his jaw, and gently runs his thumb along the sharp line. With his other hand, he traces along the other side of Keith’s face, letting his fingers linger on his mark.

“Is it… Is it a scar?” Lance realises he’s never actually asked about it. It doesn’t feel like a scar, but he doesn’t know how else it could’ve appeared.

“I don’t know actually,” Keith takes the hand off his neck and threads their fingers together, “it kind of hurt when I got it? And there was something that sounded like searing, but maybe that’s meant to happen. It could just be a Galra feature. I’m not sure why this one stayed, and not the others.”

Lance hums. “I guess we’ll never know.”

“You know what I do know, though?” Keith rolls on top of Lance, and hovers over him. Lance knows where this is going, but he plays along.

“Enlighten me.”

“I know,” Keith starts, “how much I love you.” Lance’s heart skips a beat. He’ll never tire of hearing this.

“And…” Lance twirls a loose piece Keith’s hair with his finger.

“And, I know how much you love me,” Keith presses lightly against Lance’s lips.

“And…” Lance mumbles it against Keith’s mouth.

“And, I know that no matter how far apart we are, I am still here, as you are with me…”

“Now and always.”

Keith finally lets himself sink down on Lance, who has been waiting, and more promises are shared, albeit silent this time, between their tender touches and mellow murmurs. Between their kisses, rushed then slow, they devote their souls to one another, so they may find each other again in other lifetimes, for how lucky are they to have found someone who matches them so perfectly?