#am i ALSO now smiley and giggling after thinking of this?

[literateowl]

🎄✨ Hello, my friend, just 18 days to go, Until Christmas arrives with its festive glow! Have you started your shopping, or maybe you're done? Is wrapping a chore, or part of the fun? 🎁

🌙📸 When TK’s on shift and the night feels long, What photo of Carlos helps him stay strong? A snapshot framed with love and care, What moment of him would TK keep there?

Perhaps a smile, warm and bright, That lights his heart on the darkest night? Or maybe a candid, sweet and true, That shows Carlos just as TK sees him too? 💖

I’d love to know what you’d guess or say, About the picture that keeps TK’s blues away. Share your thoughts, I’d love to hear, To craft a story full of cheer! ✨

Your Tarlos Santa 🌟

Hi Santa!!! I hope you are doing well 💜💜💜 You reminded me there were 18 days to go and now I am stressed about that lol

But anyway, about TK and Carlos and the many many hundreds of photos TK has (Carlos does not take as many pictures of stuff)

He is definitely looking at photos from their wedding and honeymoon. From the wedding, it's a candid from right before they cleaned the cake off their faces and Carlos leaned in to kiss TK's frosting covered cheek one more time.

From the honeymoon it is a selfie that TK took on the boat right after they went snorkeling and a sea turtle ran straight into Carlos and his reaction was so funny that TK laughed so hard he had to take his goggles and stuff off before he drowned or something. In the picture Carlos is smiling and giggling too because he was not upset of course, but it reminds TK of how funny that was and how amazing their honeymoon was overall.

This was probably way more information and description than you wanted but oh well feel free to use as little of this as you need 💜

[tender-rosiey]

1am thoughts, thinking about Gojo introducing kid Megumi to his newborn baby and Megumi being protective of them and even calling them his little sister/brother at one point and gojo is running LAPS he's just overwhelmed and happy over a small yet powerful phrase.

to protect — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this is so cute i am gonna cry also megumi is like 11-12 here

you’re finally back home, after a long day at the hospital. you’re finally engulfed in the comfort of your bed while your husband is still sat up with his little girl bundled in his arms.

he hasn’t let go of her since you have been discharged.

“’toru, honey, you have to sleep soon; you can hold her tomorrow,” you sleepily murmur to your husband.

he nods and whispers, “I know. It’s just I—I can’t believe it’s real,” he kisses her forehead softly, “that she is finally here, our little princess.”

a tired smile makes its way to your lips. you hum in understanding, gently caressing his cheek. he sighs happily, before looking at you, “but you, missy, actually need to rest. you’ve had a long day.”

you frown and he chuckles, and his hand moves to stroke your hair, “rest, pretty. you were a champion today,” you move to nuzzle closer to his side and your arm wraps around his torso.

and so his little girl is comfortably nestled in one of his arms, while the other is wrapped around you so his hand can pet your head lovingly.

satoru truly feels like he is holding the world in his hands right now.

suddenly, the door slowly creaks open and a very familiar face peaks from it. satoru chuckles, “come in, megumi; they’re both asleep anyway.”

the boy carefully pads his way to gojo.

he is so used to seeing him being all goofy and unserious, so it catches him a bit off-guard how serene and quiet he is being right now. megumi looks at the sleeping baby then whispers, “what’s her name?”

“d/n,” satoru answers fondly.

megumi nods then observes her for a small while, “she really is a perfect mix between the both of you.”

a soft and quiet laugh escapes satoru’s lips, “you’re right,” he looks up at megumi with a grin, “you wanna hold her?”

the boy is taken back and his expression betrays him as nervousness takes over his face. his eyes don’t leave the girl and his gaze is more than troubled, “…what if I hurt her?”

satoru shakes his head, “you scared? she is my daughter; she is the strongest baby ever,” he grins, “no one can hurt her.”

megumi rolls his eyes, but quickly directs his focus to the little girl. he takes a moment, before he extends his arms. satoru gently places her in his arms. megumi’s hold on her is protective, and he doesn’t look as awkward as satoru thought he would.

actually, he is quite the natural.

he gently rocks her, and he can’t help but smile at her sleeping face. megumi whispers to her, “hi there.”

she coos at him, and starts swaying his arms around. she slowly opens her eyes, and a tiny smile appears on her chubby face. megumi’s eyes widen a little, and he immediately looks at gojo, “she is smiling.”

satoru laughs, “she is a very smiley baby, but i think she likes you a lot. she only smiled at y/n and me,” he feels you stir a bit in your sleep.

he pulls you closer and rubs your shoulder then he giggles at how quickly you fall back asleep. while satoru is occupied by you, megumi is staring in awe at little miss gojo.

later, satoru wakes up in the middle of the night to check on his little girl in the adjacent room. he groggily gets up, after kissing your forehead. he walks there, and when he finally reaches the room, he notices the lights are already on, and the door is left a bit open.

he peaks a little into the room, and sees megumi standing by the crib. he is fondly looking at d/n, and gently petting her head. he is whispering something to her, but satoru is still able to hear it all the same.

“don’t grow up to be annoying like your dad, please.”

satoru scowls, and contemplates bursting into the room, and bullying the hell out of megumi. however, he ultimately decides against it. he doesn’t end up regretting the decision.

megumi gently boops her nose, “you’re like a little sister to me now, so I promise to protect you.”

she squeals and makes grabby hands at him, and he chuckles, “you believe me, huh?”

satoru slowly backs away from the door and walks away. when he is a safe distance from the door, he starts running and bursts into your shared room.

he dramatically falls to the ground, “that was… the cutest thing ever! after d/n and y/n’s smiles, of course.”

he stands up, proudly. his heart is at ease as he now knows that there is yet another person to look after his baby girl, if something happens. a content grin is on his face as he enjoys the silence and comfort. it’s short lived, as always.

a pillow is thrown at his face, and he stumbles to the ground.

“that’s for waking me up, satoru!”

“noooo, baby, I am sorry!”

“uh—,” megumi awkwardly stands at the door, holding d/n up, “guys, she pooped.”

satoru grins, and excitedly stands up—with a camera that he got out of nowhere to take photos of her—he coos, “aww! your first shit, pretty girl? what a good girl!”

megumi places her on the changing table beside your bed. the smell of her great ‘achievement’ fills the door, and he takes the chance of gojo being distracted to run out of the room, before another nuclear explosion drops.

the girl is gleefully clapping upon seeing her dad, and he reciprocates the smile tenfold. he gently holds her feet and sways them slightly, “such a big girl, already pooping!”

“want daddy to change your diapers for you?” he coos and the girl just puts her thumb in her mouth and starts kicking her feet. he chuckles and slowly opens the diaper. he is met with the vilest smell, and he can’t believe his sweet daughter can produce such smells.

however, he quickly composes himself, and tries to make his way through the travail of changing the diaper. he proves to be too weak because he, after a moment, looks at you, “uh, babe, teamwork makes the dream work?”

you groan, falling back to the bed.

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[retiredteabag]

I don't get it... but I'll do it for you

synopsis: Nanami tries to do asmr for you after a long day…

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I am obsessed with the idea of showing partner!nanami asmr.... You two would be lying in bed, it would probably start with him asking if you always needed white noise to fall asleep.

"I'm not sure honestly" You would begin, "But I like a lot of noises, I even find your breathing to be relaxing."

"My breathing?" He would smile, gazing at your desperate nods.

"I'm serious! I don't know what it is... I could be wide awake but then hear something and-" You make a lazy snoring sound.

Nanami laughs, he thinks it's odd but also endearing! He's watching you as you pull out your phone.

"Haven't you ever heard of asmr? It's super popular now." Your looking up at him as you try to find a video that he might like.

"Hmm? Oh... no? I don't think so..." You raise a brow at him which only brings forth a low chuckle.

"Here, watch." You lift the phone for him to see. He takes your wrist gently in his grasp to bring it farther away, squinting in the process. You hum.

"old man..." is mumbled.

He smirks at your jest, eyeing you for a moment before he tries to experience the video on the screen. His fingers slide up and down over your wrist as he purses his lips.

"I'm sorry, my love, I don't think I understand." He looks away from your phone. Bringing your arm forward to leave a kiss there.

"No, no, I think you're just not used to it." You state.

You'll ask him to lay down, giving him your phone. You'll go through a couple of videos, trying to find something he'll like as you play with his hair.

"Don't you feel anything?" You look down at him.

He sets your phone on his chest as he gazes up at your face, "Only your hands, my dear."

"Hmm... I wish you could... It's like a massage... in your brain." You giggle, sliding back to his side before setting your phone on the bedside desk, bookmarking the discussion as you prepare for bed.

I imagine a few days would pass, likely following your normal routine before you eventually have a rough day at work. Nanami would get a text informing him that once you arrive home you want to lay atop him like a dead fish until the day slides off your shoulders.

He would greet you at the door, helping you slide off your jacket, bag, and shoes. He would kiss your cheeks before pulling you into the shared bedroom, allowing you to lay your weight across his body as he begins to run his hands down your spine.

As he starts to play with your hair, he is reminded of the conversation the two of you shared the week prior. It wouldn't take long before he would start to rub his thumbs along the skin of his other fingers, before starting to gently tap them together. Trying to emulate the sounds you had fervently told him relax you so much.

It probably wouldn't take long for you to recognize what he was doing, as soon as he starts to flutter his fingers by your ears you would rise quickly to a position that allowed you to look at him in the eyes.

"Were you doing asmr just now?" You would smile broadly.

"Oh..." He would drop his hands to your hips, "I was trying to be relaxing." His smile was embarrassed and the cuteness aggression it caused you was instantaneous.

"It was! It so was!" You kiss his cheek, my God this man was adorable, "I'm super relaxed!" You would slip down his form again and grab his hands to bring them to your ears once more, "Go again! I loved it!"

He would bring his hands down in embarrassment, twisting to hold your hands in his. Heat flushing his cheeks, a smiley "hmmm" leaving his chest. It would probably be a few moments before he allowed himself to slide his palms back up and play with your hair once again.

[landorris]

melbourne anymore l oscar piatri x ex!reader

summary; where oscar and yn decide break up but they’re not very good at staying friends. part two

fc; madison beer

warnings; english is not my first language, kinda sad but cute, inspired by “kansas anymore” by role model <3

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yourusername

liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen and others

yourusername oh f1 you’ve been good to me! thank you to @redbullracing for inviting me for the weekend and congratulations @maxverstappen1 on your win, amazing performance! 🦁🧡🏆

user1 first we don’t hear about yn for months, and then when we hear is f1 related AND about max…… WHAT HAPPEN WITH OSCAR

user2 yall i think they broke up

redbullracing thanks for coming queen! hope to see you again soon! our writing’s on the wall tell us you’ll be back 👀💙��

yourusername 💙💙💙

user3 that last part is kinda sus

user4 what is yn up to

maxverstappen1 thank you yn!! hope to see you again soon!

yourusername hope to see you again soon to max!

user5 this friendship is amazing

yn’s phone

a month later….

oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, mclaren and others

oscarpiastri thank you australia for this weekend, felt good to be home! 🇦🇺🦘🐨

user1 yn liking oh man…

user2 the friendship bracelets 💞💞💞

user3 yn is in australia, you think she was there?

user4 great race osc!

yn’s phone, first is the night after the race, second is the morning after

a few weeks later…

f1gossip

liked by user1, user2 and others

f1gossip spotted! oscar piastri walking around the paddock with a new girl! we haven’t seen him with a girl since he broke up with yn, seems like he moved on! we love to see him happy😁😁

user1 im pretty sure that’s norris sister

user2 lando would never let this happen

user3 yeah look at his happy face 😑

landossister that’s me! he was just keeping me company cuz my brother abandoned me, i also happen to have a boyfriend so please confirm everything before you post things like this, thanks!🧡

(ps. do you have any ideia how hard it is to find a photo of this man with lily where he isn’t all smiley and giggling????????? this man is IN love)

yn’s phone

moths later…

yourusername story

replies:

user1 oscar???

user2 who’s the musician guy?👀

yourbestfriend FINALLY

yourusername it’s coming out today i can’t belive

yourusername do you think people will like it?

yourusername what if he gets mad

yourbestfriend they’ll like it

yourbestfriend and he’ll be proud just like i am

yourusername i love you

yourbestfriend i love you too

yourusername

liked by yourbestfriend, oscarpiastri and others

yourusername heyy!! so i’ve been working on something for a few months now and i am more than proud to announce that my first album just came out!! i actually loved how this turned out and i hope you do to🫧🫧🫧🪽 melbourne anymore is now ours in all streaming plataforms 🤍🤍

yourbestfriend SO SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU

yourusername I LOVE YOU

user1 i didn’t know you could sing wtf

user2 this is amazing

user3 on repeat

user4 track five omg

user5 this is def about him

user6 mom and dad broke up

user7 a breakup album about oscar was not on my 2024 bingo card

user8 they still in love with each other

user9 superglue is so cute😭😭

user10 OSCAR LIKING😭😭😭😭😭😭

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri I dreamt of this day as a little kid back in Australia. A trutly unbelivable feeling. Thank you to everyone who helped me and everyone who belived in me. One down too many more to go 🧡🫧🪽

mclaren SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

landonorris proud of you brother

user1 OMG OSCAR WON

user2 NOT HIM WINNING AFTER THE YN ALBUM

user3 the emoji choice😟 '

user4 yn must be so proud

user5 i wonder if he heard the album

yn’s phone

let me know if you liked it, and in case you did vote here to decide the ending, thank you for reading it!💞🪽🫧💘🐨

[asapjens]

maknae on top (of me)

LE SSERAFIM: hong eunchae x le sserafim 6th!member

SYNOPSIS: despise being only 1 year older than the maknae of the group you can’t help but teasing eunchae about it.

CATEGORY: fluff

WORD COUNT: 317

WARNINGS: cringe, me trying to be funny, some suggestive jokes, mentions of the members teasing you, you teasing eunchae, eunchae teasing you, teasing about age. reader is 1 year older than eunchae, you can read it as a platonic relationship or as a romantic one :)

Your relationship with Eunchae has always been pretty solid and healthy, so that's why Yunjin thought her reaction would be the funniest one.

At first, you weren't sure about doing it because that's not how your relationship was. But after some persuasion from the redhead, you thought it would be funny.

It wasn't as if Eunchae wasn't used to the teasing from Yunjin and Sakura as unnies, but it would be different coming from you since you also suffer from the teasing of being one of the youngest in the group.

That's why the moment Eunchae left her room to sit on the dorm's couch, you jumped right at her. The girl giggled at the action and asked, "What are you doing?" She said with her big gummy smile.

"I'm testing your strength," you said, getting up. Eunchae started laughing at you and raised her eyebrows. "Really, is that it?"

"Yeah, I want to see if you're as strong as fearnots say," you told her while eyeing her up and down. She burst into laughter. "Well, am I?"

"Mmh.. I think so. I guess that's why you're such a loving maknae," you said with a smirk. "I think that's why everyone keeps saying 'maknae on top,' but you know, I think 'maknae on top of me' is better."

Eunchae's big eyes widened at your response, and you watched as her cheeks turned pink. You couldn't help but laugh at your attempt at teasing.

"Yn!" you heard Yunjin call, and heard some laughs in the background. Kazuha, Chaewon, Sakura, and Yunjin came out of the kitchen, laughing loudly.

You covered your face with embarrassment while you heard all of the laughs, until you felt someone's arms around you. Eunchae's.

"You think you're so funny," you heard her say with a teasing tone. "I know," you said.

You felt her hands around yours, and she took your hands out of your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the smiley girl. "You're only months older than me," she said with a pout.

"Yeah, but I couldn't help myself," you said with a smirk. "Actually, you should be thankful." The girl raised her eyebrows in confusion.

"This was the best joke I could think of," you heard the laughs of the girls in the background. "I had one of you being a 'smiley potato,' so..."

"OMG," you heard Sakura's voice, followed by another burst of laughter. "Girl," said Yunjin.

You gave Eunchae a 'save me, please' look. Eunchae laughed at your face and thought you were the cutest girl. "Okay, guys, enough. Leave her alone. I think her saying that joke out loud is punishment enough," she called.

The girls nodded once they calmed down and just smiled, saying they were going to start making dinner.

"Thanks," you said, smiling at the girl. "Woah, they really listened at the first call. That's weird," you said. "I know, right? I guess I'm really becoming a respectable maknae on top," she said, raising her brows with a smirk.

"Maybe. Wait, if you're being the top, does that mean I'm the bottom?" you said.

Eunchae burst into laughter at the comment and hit your arm softly.

"Okay, I'm sorry! And you're right, between us, I'm the better top," you said, teasing her.

She just rolled her eyes and smiled at you.

"We can discuss it later. Now, I'm starving," the girl said, taking your hand and walking towards the kitchen.

"Later as in the night alone in your room? Wow, Hong Eunchae, you're really going for the top."

"Yn!"

[oshygoshy]

7:29 am

word count - 953 words

warnings - reader is female in this one. nothing explicit, but suggestive at the end. general intim*cy (throws up, claws at my skin, shakes cell bar handles)

a/n - ermmm guys happy birthday to my glorious king oikawa butttt this is kinda cringe im not gonna lie also i literally woke up at like 3 am and it's past 8 am rn so forgive me for typos my head hurts and my eyes are strained and uhh im formatting this on pc so idk how it looks on mobile but ykw?? that is simply not my business

“who’s blowing up your phone like that?” you mused, sipping your morning coffee as you tried to blink the sleep from your eyes. it was a failing task, though oikawa had to commend you for the valiant attempt.

“i’m not sure,” he hummed, blowing on his tea to try to cool it down. he tried unlocking his phone from his current position, huffing when it didn’t work. he tapped in his passcode and opened up his messages app. 

you peer over his shoulder, resting your chin on his bicep. you raise an eyebrow when you see the message. “japanese? tooru, dear, are you texting one of your fangirls back from home?” 

“baby,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss you on your temple, “you are my home.”

“real smooth. tell me what your side piece said though,” you say, unamused. (but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a happy grin on your face.)

“do you remember when i was showing you japan’s volleyball roster, and we were watching one of their exhibition matches?”

“mhmm.”

“remember their athletic trainer?”

you turned your head at that, your cheek squishing adorably against his shoulder. “the really buff guy that you totally had the hots for?”

oikawa’s jaw dropped at that. “excuse me?? i don’t know whether i should be offended or disgusted by that comment-“

“-tooru, please. as your partner, i could see the bedroom eyes you had for him from the audience seating.”

his lips thinned as you turned your attention back to his screen. your sleepy voice tugged at his heartstrings, but he really wished you would say something else. “never said that was a bad thing…he kind of looks like me, don’t you think? it’s clear you have a type.”

“now, i don’t even know what you’re-“ he tried but only got cut off by you again with a giggle.

“-great arms, smoldering gaze, and ample space in the chest!” you say with a wink. 

you hear his audible groan, and can practically feel his eyes rolling in distaste, but you miss his flushed cheeks and dopey grin.

“checks out. he’s cute, in a grumpy kinda way. anyway, tell me what he said.”

“uh,” oikawa started, faltering at that comment. (iwa-chan? cute?) he squinted at his screen; he could really use his glasses right now. “it says…happy birthday.”

you frown. “that’s it? it looks like a longer message than just ‘happy birthday.’”

“he added a ‘stupidkawa’ at the end too.”

you laugh at that, but still have an eyebrow raised, seemingly not satisfied. after a moment, you shrug, letting your curiosity drop, and instead reach a hand up. “you should let me say something back.” you didn’t ask for permission, sending a little smiley face emoji and a bazillion pink glittery hearts. “there. i’m sure these will transcend our language barrier.” 

he shuts off his phone, placing it facedown as you move his cup out of his hands, and slide yourself into his lap. the morning rays are warm, argentina’s summer already making her mark on your glowing skin. but for now, in your private kitchen, his hair blowing gently from the air conditioning vent above, and the most precious smile and both your faces, oikawa couldn’t help but kiss you softly, feeling your smile against his lips.

“happy birthday, tooru,” you whisper against his skin. “my favorite olympian.” you lean back a bit, resting an arm against the counter. “and don’t worry your pretty little head about anything. since today’s the start of the weekend, we can do whatever you want. my treat.”

his hands rested against your waist, rubbing ambiguous shapes into the warmth. “how about we start off with brunch at the cafe we like? the one with the cute cat sitting out front?”

“‘kay. lemme get ready first,” you say, and with much strength, you leave the comfort of his arms, yawning lazily as you head back to your shared room. he stared openly as you stretched your arms above your head, and could only laugh when you flicked his forehead. 

“quit ogling me, stupidkawa.”

“but it’s my job to ogle you! and don’t call me that again. you sound just like him,” he said with a fake shudder. he heard your snicker echo in the hallway as he turned his attention back to his phone.  

it made sense why you were suspicious of iwa-chan’s text at first. though you didn’t speak japanese, it really did look too long to just say “happy birthday.” but he made sure to leave out the second half of his friend’s text. 

oikawa tapped a finger against the edge of the phone as he kept rereading it.

iwa-chan “happy birthday, stupidkawa. take a break, and keep an eye on your girl. some of the guys said they’d buy a ticket just see her.”  you "😊😁💕💖💓💞💖💕💓💓💖✨💖💖" “thanks, iwa-chan i'll be sure to take care of myself." "the hearts were from her. did you know she thinks you have ‘great arms, a smoldering gaze, and a big chest?’” “i told her you called me stupidkawa, and now she calls me that too. you’re a bad influence”

he saw the little dots pop up immediately. japan was only 12 hours ahead, so it should be around 7 pm for him.

iwa-chan “did she really? cute. maybe i should meet her too.” 

his eyes kept flicking back to the last message.

“meet her too.”

“meet her”

“cute”

oikawa raised his brows, thinking. wouldn’t that be a treat, to have iwaizumi and you meet? well, doesn’t matter. they’ll be seeing each other soon in paris for the olympics. but…he thought back to what you said about him. (great arms? cute? you both found each other cute??)

well, maybe they can have another, more secret competition back in his room. winner takes all. 

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 24

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

Amelia's a little shit, Daisy's a little anxious, and Jake's managed to annoy everyone but Mav

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

Two days. They were coming home in two days. Penny, Ames, and I were going around to each of their apartments, giving it a good clean, and I had baked a few lasagnas so that everyone would have a couple of meals in their fridges. 

“Ames, what are you doing in there?” Penny called down the hallway where Amelia was supposed to be changing bedsheets in Rooster and Jake’s rooms. I was wiping away dust that had settled on and Penny was vacuuming the living room.

“Looking for an engagement ring!” Amelia’s giggles filled the apartment, “Jake didn’t have anything so now I’m checking Bradley’s drawers.” Penny and I shared a look somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

“Get out of Bradley’s room,” Penny ordered, shaking her head. I sighed, continuing to dust the cabinets. If Jake had bought an engagement ring, I’m pretty sure I would have known about it because the man did not keep secrets well. At least not from me. Even though it would have been a happy secret, Jake probably would’ve been jumpy or a little more anxious, and he probably would have at least asked what type of ring I would have wanted beforehand. And if there was anyone he would have trusted to keep the ring a secret, it would have been Mav, not Rooster. 

Amelia came out of the hallway with a huff, arms crossed. She was trying a new hairstyle, wearing her pretty, blonde locks in a French braid instead of just having the cute, small braid while the left was rest down. It fit her well but it also made her look a little bit more like the teenager she was, which Penny had mentioned was harder than she thought it would be. 

“You two are no fun,” She stuck her tongue out at Penny. “If I have to be at school for the proposal, I should at least get to see the ring beforehand.” 

“Honey, I don’t think he’s going to propose at the docks,” Penny tried once again to dissuade Amelia’s theory. Proposing right after coming off the ship from deployment probably would look like something out of the movies but I knew it wasn’t a likely scenario. He had been expecting to come home months ago, before the one year mark, and probably hadn’t even bought a ring yet, and without contact with the outside world, there was no way he had been scheming with his family. Which meant unless he was proposing with a ring pop from the commissary, there wouldn’t be a Amelia-less proposal. 

“You don’t know that,” Amelia insisted in a sing-song voice. This was going to be a long day.

 

The day before the whole gang got home, Jake’s family flew in. They had booked to stay at a hotel close to my apartment, since Jake spent most of his time there anyways, and I was giddy waiting for them at the airport. Pop’s surgery had gone well and his doctor had approved the trip, which was just one more thing to celebrate.

“Daisy!” Caroline shrieked, waving wildly from beside an equally smiley Helen. Pops had gained back a little weight in his face and was looking healthier already, holding onto mama’s arm as they trailed behind their daughters.

“You’re here!” I rushed to hug them both, heart overwhelmed with happiness. I had to be up on my toes to hug them around the neck, which earned me some giggles, but they hugged me back tightly. “He’s going to be so excited to see you guys.”

“I think he’ll be more excited to see you,” Helen patted my shoulder as we pulled apart. I gave mama and pops hugs as well before we walked to the rental car desk together, chatting as mama got the keys.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow, sweetheart?” Pops asked, arm draped over my shoulders.

“Excited and a little nauseous if I’m being honest,” I laughed awkwardly, knowing it sounded silly but pops just nodded. “It’s just been so long, a lot of things could have changed, if that makes sense?” 

“Makes a lot of sense,” Pops tugged me closer into his side, kissing my temple. “I felt the same way when I was coming home from deployment, happy as hell to be home but scared of what could be waiting for me.” Pops’ words lifted a weight from my chest, validating that what I was feeling was normal. 

“I’m so happy you’re here, pops, and I know he’s going to be too.” Pops didn’t say anything else, he just leaned his head on mine and we stood there in a comfortable silence as the world continued around us. 

The next morning was a flurry of nerves and excitement. Their ship was coming in early according to Penny and I desperately wanted to wear my pajamas but just in case we ended up going to breakfast with his family, I actually put on clothes. Cuffed jeans, Jake’s Naval Academy sweatshirt, and a messy bun. Cute but comfortable enough that I wouldn’t want to throw myself into the ocean before he even got off of the ship. Pretty was also excited, riding in the back of the truck with his head out the window. 

“Remember, no growling at Jake and you still get to cuddle with mommy but you’ve got to save space in the bed for him.” If Pretty Boy understood me was anyone’s guess but it made me feel better to say it aloud. “And no chewing on his uniform boots, those things are expensive.” 

X

Mav was the only one not ready to kill me by the time the ship pulled in and that was because he was just as excited as I was. Daisy and Penny were waiting for us, probably together, and I was practically vibrating out of my uniform in anticipation. 

“Twenty bucks says he proposes in the next twenty four hours,” Phoenix not-so-softly whispered to Rooster who snorted,

“Double he does it in the next hour.” 

“Deal,” I rolled my eyes at them. Technically I was already late on proposing, the year anniversary of us meeting having come and gone, but I wasn’t going to rush it. I was going to wait until I had a ring and all the details planned out. 

“Remember, Hangman,” Mav elbowed my side, “You’re in uniform.” 

“I’ll remember if you do, Mav,” Mav grimaced.

“Good point, kid.” The Navy had a rule against PDA in uniform but no one usually paid attention to them when it came to loved ones before or after a deployment. Still, technically those were the rules. 

Javy was laughing at me the entire time as we slowly shuffled towards the top deck to disembark, asshole. I was happy that he and Phoenix were finally together but it also meant that he hadn’t gone eight months without his girl, they had been sneaking around the ship while the rest of us suffered. 

“Holy shit man, your family’s here,” Javy clapped me on the shoulder, pointing towards the crowd. Standing in a group were my parents, sisters, and Daisy. Mama and pops were hand-in-hand and my sisters had their arms around Daisy, who looked like she was crying. 

“I think this is the best homecoming I’ve ever had,” None of the ones before even compared in the slightest. My whole family and the love of my life were waiting for me, and it didn’t hurt that I knew I’d be eating something home cooked for dinner instead of take out for once. 

When it was finally my turn to step off the ship, I didn’t run but I wasn’t taking my sweet time either. Mama was the first one to hug me, wrapping me so tight in her arms that I dropped my bag on the pavement.

“I’m so happy you’re home, baby,” She sniffled, “Safe and sound.” 

“I missed you too, mama,” I kissed the top of her head before she backed away and pops took her place. “Good to see you, pops.” 

“Nice to have you home, son,” His voice was soft and his body was frail, but he still patted my back hard enough for me to feel it in my chest. “Your sisters got Daisy distracted?” What? I looked over and saw that Daisy was in a Seresin sister hug-sandwich,

“Yeah?” 

“Good, here,” Pops pulled away and pushed a small, black box into my hand. “It was your Grandma’s, your mama had it sized while you were gone.” I didn’t have to open the box to know what ring was inside the box. It was pops’ mom’s ring, silver with a small diamond, he had shown it to me when I was in high school and told me he’d be saving it for when I found the one. I felt tears fighting to spill,

“Thank you,” I managed to choke out, hugging him again. 

Daisy was next, pushed towards me by my grinning sisters and when I took her in my arms, all of my plans went right out of the window. She was crying and holding onto me like I’d run away at any moment, fingers curled into the back of my uniform.

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed into my shoulder, pulling away just enough to look up at me. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world, “Marry me, Daisy.” 

“Amelia’s going to be so mad,” Daisy laughed, smiling bright. “Of course I’ll marry you, Jake.” I kissed her softly, aware that my family was staring at us, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Wildflower.” 

“Damn it, now I owe Rooster money,” Phoenix groaned, ending the moment. Daisy pushed out of my arms and threw herself at her best friend, who was hugging her just as tight, “God I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Tasha,” I laughed, holding up the ring box. Daisy’s eyes went wide when she saw it, my sisters were laughing up a storm behind us.

“Oh, shit, forgot that part.” Daisy’s cheeks burned red as she made her way back to me, holding out a shaking hand.

“Wrong hand, baby,” I grabbed her left hand and slid the ring on. “Now you’re stuck with me,” I joked. Daisy rolled her eyes but she was smiling, “No refunds, returns,  or exchanges.” 

“Damn,” She sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me forward until our lips were inches apart. “I was planning on swapping you for Bob.” 

“Too bad,” I kissed her and for the first time since I left, everything felt right.

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[andvys]

We'll burn the sky E.M.

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, mostly fluff, reader and eddie get high together

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie grow closer and have one- or a few moments.

Chapter two

Series masterlist

-

The shrill sound of a telephone ringing wakes Eddie from his deep sleep, groaning in annoyance, he opens his eyes only to screw them shut when the sunlight hits him directly in his face. Reaching for one of the pillows on his bed, he slams it on his face, “shut up,” he mumbles as the phone keeps ringing. 

He hopes that one of the guys will pick it up but it keeps ringing and ringing. 

“Gareth!” Eddie yells out to his friends, knowing that he is probably awake already, “pick it up!” 

Eddie rolls his eyes when he gets no response, the house is silent aside from the obnoxious ringing. 

And then, it finally stops and Eddie sighs in relief. Relaxing into the comfort of his warm bed again. But his peace is disturbed a minute later when the phone begins to ring again. 

He groans, throwing the pillow and the blanket off of him, he jumps up, his bare feet hitting the wooden floors as he rushes out of his room, walking past Gareth’s room, he catches a glimpse of the empty bed, he is no doubt relaxing on the patio, totally ignoring the phone. Asshole. 

Running down the stairs, he rubs his tired eyes, leaning against the wall as he comes to a halt, he reaches for the phone, closing his eyes. 

“Hello?” he mumbles, grumpily. 

“Hi… did I wake you up?” 

Eddie opens his eyes, a smile appears on his face and he suddenly feels wide awake, “no no– you’re fine. How are you doing, y/n?” 

“Good, I’m doing good,” you giggle at the sudden change in his voice, “how are you doing, Eddie?” 

He grins, leaning his head against the wall, he closes his eyes again, “better now that you called.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Yes.” 

Your breathy laugh makes his chest feel all warm. 

“So uh– how about we write some songs today?”

“I’d love that.” 

“Cool, you could come over to my place, if you want?” 

“That would be nice.”

He walks into the kitchen with a large smile after hanging up the phone. He looks down at the notebook where he wrote down your address. 

“What’s got you all smiley and shit?” 

Eddie shuts the book and throws it on the kitchen counter, locking eyes with Gareth who just took his headphones off. 

“Dude, the phone kept ringing!” Eddie complains as though it wasn’t just the best call he had in a while. 

“Oh,” Gareth mumbles, giving him an apologetic look, he points to his headphones, “sorry– who called?” 

Eddie says your name as he pours himself a cup of coffee. 

A knowing look flashes in Gareth’s eyes, he leans against the counter and smirks at his friend, “oh, that’s why you’re so happy at 9 am in the morning.” 

It’s been a week since they started practicing with you. You came by on Sunday and after that, you came by every day after work to practice with them and work on the songtexts with Eddie. Gareth and the others– especially Eddie are happy about you joining the band. Not only do you help them improve, you also make the band even better, just by being there.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head, “I’m not happy.” 

“Right,” Gareth chuckles, “so uh– what did she want?” 

Running a hand through his messy curls, Eddie turns around to look at his friend, taking a sip of his coffee, he stares at him through his bangs, “gonna work on some of the song texts today.” 

“Oh, cool,” he says, “is she coming over?” 

Eddie shakes his head, “no, I uh, I’m going over to her place.” 

His best friend’s eyes widen and he nods, “ah, you are going over to her place, huh?” 

“Dude.” 

Gareth snorts and turns away from Eddie, walking towards the fridge, he takes out the milk and places it on the counter before he grabs himself a bowl and his favorite cereal, ignoring the way Eddie looks at him. 

“You know, I think she’s pretty cool.” 

Eddie nods, “she is.” 

“Very talented,” Gareth says as he pours the honey nut cheerios into the green bowl. 

“Very,” Eddie says. 

“I love her voice,” he smiles, reaching for the milk. 

“I love her voice too.” 

Gareth smirks to himself, “bet she’s gonna rock the stage.” 

“She will.” 

“She’s very hot too.” 

“Yea–” Eddie clears his throat, turning away and pretending like he said nothing. 

Gareth only chuckles to himself as he begins to eat his cereal. 

Eddie closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs in annoyance. 

‘I have a girlfriend,’ he thinks to himself, repeating it over and over again in his head. 

“You talked to Sam yet?” Gareth asks, “about her joining the band?” 

“Yes,” Eddie mumbles, “I gave him the recordings, he loved them– loved her voice.” 

“Cool.” 

“Yeah, cool.” 

-

Eddie can’t explain why but whenever he is about to see you, he feels this weird tension in his body, he is giddy, excited and nervous but the moment your eyes lock, he feels calmness washing over him, the tension in his body leaves as quickly as it comes. 

Right now, he is standing in front of your door, taking deep breaths. He hasn’t been alone with you yet– well, he has been alone with you at his house but the guys were still around. This is a little different. 

He knocks three times and takes a step back, licking his lips, he brushes his fingers through his curls– he doesn’t even know why he feels the need to impress you but he always makes sure that his hair looks good and that he wears his best shirt, the good pants. God, he feels ridiculous sometimes but whenever he is around you, he feels as though he is in the presence of an already famous rockstar, naturally he has to impress you. 

The door opens and you greet him with one of those breathtaking smiles of yours, the kind that is contagious. Your eyes are glowing with happiness. 

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Eddie grins at you. 

You step aside, stretching your arm out, “well come on in then, rockstar.” 

He chuckles, smiling down at you as he enters your home, looking around in curiosity. As though he can feel them, he turns around and his eyes fall on the guitars hung up on your wall. 

“Oh wow,” he whispers as he walks towards them. 

You close the door and follow him into your living room, his eyes light up when they fall on the black electric guitar, he stretches his hand out, fingers tracing the smooth wood, “she is beautiful,” he whispers, staring at it as though he is in trance. 

You laugh, “he is,” you joke. 

He looks down at you, smirking, “you play with him sometimes?” 

You raise your brows, lips twitching, “of course,” you say with a low voice, “especially at nights, gotta stroke him a little, show him some love, you know?” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, cheeks growing red. 

You burst into laughter, shaking your head, “that’s so dumb,” you giggle as you turn around and walk to your kitchen, “you want a drink?” you ask, “coke, water, beer.. or some coffee?”

Eddie blinks as he watches you walk off, eyes traveling to your– nope. Eddie forces himself to look away, “y-yeah, a coke would be nice.”

He turns away from the guitars and looks at the pictures on your wall. There is one of you at the recording studio– you smile at someone behind the camera, guitar in your lap. Eddie smiles. There’s a picture of you and a group of girls, he recognizes them from the night at the bar. There’s one of a man with a little girl on his lap– he assumes it’s your dad, he recognized the girl right away, it’s you. Cute. 

He turns away and looks at the little table in front of your couch, raising his brows at the unfinished joint in your little ashtray, “you’re a stoner, y/n?” he smirks. 

Walking out of your kitchen with two drinks in your hand, you chuckle when you find him pointing to the joint on your table. 

“No, just need something to relax sometimes, you know?” 

He nods, “I get that,” he says, “you know.. I actually used to sell drugs, back home.” That’s how I got to know my girlfriend– he should have added but he can’t bring himself to do it, he doesn’t know why. 

A surprised look flashes in your eyes, “really?” you ask as you hand him his coke. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “but then I got a job at the garage and my drug dealer career was over.” 

Laughing, you shake your head, “and now you’re on the way to becoming a rockstar.” 

“Yup,” he smirks as he raises the cup to his lips, drinking the cold sweet beverage. 

You stare at him with a smile on your face. 

“Shit, I love coke.”

“Me too,” you mumble, still staring into his eyes, getting lost in them.

He furrows his brows, looking down at the water bottle in your hand, “I hope we’re talking about the same kind of coke,” he laughs nervously as he stares into that lost look in your eyes. 

Your eyes widen and a laugh leaves your lips, scratching the back of your neck, you shake your head, “we do,” you snort. 

Sitting down on your couch and reaching for your notebook, “let’s get to work, shall we?” 

He nods, sitting down next to you, he places the drink on the table. 

“I made some changes. I stayed up last night. Was hit with this sudden inspiration,” you chuckle as you scoot closer to him, pointing to the new lines you wrote down but Eddie isn’t looking at them yet, no, he is looking at you. 

“So uh– how about we change this line ‘crying for you’ to ‘bleeding for you’? I think it works well with the rest of the lines, or we could add it.”

Eddie smiles, you still stare down at your notebook, furrowing your brows. 

“Hold on,” you mumble, putting it back down, you get up to get the guitar in your bedroom. 

Eddie’s gaze follows you until you disappear in the hallway. He looks down at your notebook, curiosity gets the best of him. He flips the pages, reading the lines of the song he wrote down, he flips to another page and another until he finds a song he doesn’t recognize, ‘death to my heart’.

If it wasn’t the title that got his attention, it definitely would have been the first line. 

He doesn’t mean to pry but he can’t help but read the rest of the song text. What starts off with a smile on his face ends with a frown on his face. The look in his eyes can only be described as overwhelmed as he reads it. It’s good, perfect even but it is so sad. So beautiful yet heartbroken. 

It’s about the pain of love and loss, the feeling of unrequited love. The feeling of loving someone so much that it crushes your heart and destroys your soul. It’s about a soulmate; how it feels to love the one, have a piece of their heart only to lose them because the time wasn’t right. 

“Hey– oh.” 

Eddie tears his eyes away from the pages, looking up at you, his eyes grow wide, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to–”

“No….No, it’s okay,” you mumble as you sit down next to him again, “I actually wanted to play this song for you, see if you'd be interested to work on it."

“Really?” 

You nod, looking at him nervously, “but if you don’t like it–”

He puts his hand on your arm, gaze softening, “I love it, y/n. It’s beautiful.”

A smile tugs at your lips, “thank you, it’s my favorite one I’ve written.” 

“Would you like to play it for me?” 

You blink, breathing nervously as you look into his pretty eyes. 

“Okay.” 

So you end up playing the song to him, not noticing the look in his eyes. Eddie stares at you with a sense of longing in his eyes. It feels like something inside of him feels drawn to your voice, to you. Perhaps that’s why he gave you a chance in the first place. Eddie was never the type to beg for someone’s help but he did beg you and it wasn’t just your help that he wanted, he wanted you. 

His heart feels full, he feels at peace, the way he has longed to feel for so long. Your voice feels like a warm hug, like he can let himself fall into you, knowing that you’ll be there to catch him and hold him in the safety of your arms.

-

Weeks go by and a lot has happened. The guys ‘introduced’ you to Sam but to their surprise you already knew him, confusion was written all over their faces when the older man embraced you in his arms and called you ‘bug’. 

“You know each other?” Eddie asked with a confused smile on his face. 

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, “worked with her dad.” 

“Kid got just as much talent as he did.” 

Given that he talked about your dad in past tense, Eddie figured that your dad isn’t around anymore. He never asked you about it, not wanting to pry but he can’t help but want to know more about him about who he is or was and while you were growing closer and closer, he still didn’t want to bring something up that might make you sad or uncomfortable– he could see the sad look in your eyes when Sam mentioned him. 

You rewrote almost every song, making the good ones even better. Eddie was even willing to replace some of his songs with the ones that you have written; he loves them. 

Now you have one song left to rewrite and you are struggling, you both are. 

Laying on the carpet in his bedroom, you read the song text again, trying to fix the lines with better words but your mind is blank. 

You hear the guys playing in the garage, the late afternoon sun peaks through the curtains, the warmth kissing your skin. 

Eddie groans, throwing his pen along with his notebook down on the ground, he runs his hand down his face, feeling frustrated, “you got anything?” he asks you. 

“No…” you mumble, still keeping your eyes on the words on the pages. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods as he looks down at you. His breath hitches in his throat. You look beautiful. Hair sprawled around you, your top has ridden up a little, exposing your soft skin, your short jean shorts show off your pretty legs, the sunlight meets your face so perfectly– fuck. 

Eddie can’t deny how absolutely gorgeous you are or how it feels to be with you but the moment he allows all these thoughts and feelings in, he gets consumed by guilt. He can’t feel this way about you, he can’t have all these thoughts about you. 

After all, there’s someone waiting for him back home. 

“I think we have to get out.”

You sit up, furrowing your brows, “you okay?” you ask when you see the conflicted look in his eyes as he stares at you, “Eddie?” 

He blinks, snapping out of his thoughts, he tries to give you a smile, “y-yes.” 

“Are you sure?” you frown. 

“Yeah,” he whispers as he stares at the slight pout on your face, the worried look in your eyes. Damn you, why do you have to be so adorable? “What did you say right now?” 

“Uh, I said that we should get out. We’ve been cooped up in here for weeks now, we gotta take a small break– just for tonight, it’ll help get some ideas and inspiration back.” 

“You think so?”

“I know so,” you smirk, “and I already know where we’re going.” 

You get up and walk towards him, reaching for his hand, you grab it,  “come on.” 

Eddie shakes his head, smiling as he gets up. His heart flutters in his chest as your thumb brushes against his skin. 

“Where are we going?” 

“We’re gonna sing.” 

He raises his brows, “the garage is your way of getting out?” 

“No,” you chuckle, “we’re going to the bar you kept annoying me in.”

Eddie tilts his head, squinting his eyes, “oh, I was annoying?” 

“Very,” you smirk as you lean closer to him, eying the guitar pick necklace around his neck, “kept pestering me.” 

He smirks, looking down at your lips for a brief second, “and now you’re here, guess I wasn’t too annoying after all, huh?” 

You shrug, “who says that I’m here for you?” 

His face falls and he looks confused causing you to giggle. 

“I’m here to make music not to hang out with you, Eddie.” 

“Ouch, you keep being cold towards me,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he pretends to wipe his tears away, “so we’re not friends then?” 

“Hmm, I don’t know, are we?” you smile as you look up at him, “I thought that we are just band mates.” 

“Band mates who spend a lot of time together,” he points out. 

“Isn’t that what band mates do?” you giggle as you leave his room. 

Well, Eddie certainly never laid on Gareth’s carpet before to write songs with him. Scratching the back of his neck, he sighs. Taking one last look into the mirror before he follows you out. 

He walks down the stairs, finding you in the hallway. You stand in front of the mirror, brushing through your hair before you take your purse, fumbling through the small bag until you find what you were looking for, bending forward to get a closer look at yourself, you reapply your lipstick with a concentrated look on your face. 

Eddie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you. 

You see his reflection through the mirror, “you want some?” you chuckle, holding up the red lipstick.

His stomach flutters as you walk towards him, he stares down at your lips– your very kissable lips. 

“S-Should we go?” he asks, unable to look away. 

You smirk to yourself, putting the lipstick back in your purse, you nod, “let’s go.” 

-

After a few drinks, Eddie feels like he can finally relax a little. Weeks of band practice and writing took a toll on him, he rarely ever took breaks but it was time for one, just for tonight at least and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t dying for a chance to get to know more about you– outside of the music.

“Tell me about Steve.” 

Eddie chuckles, “what about him?” 

Ever since he told you about his best friend Steve, you kept bringing him up as though you already knew him personally. 

“Tell me about him, what is he like?” you ask, “what does he look like? Is he hot?” 

He shakes his head, snorting, “well, considering that he used to be the most popular guy at school, I’d say he’s pretty hot.”

Your eyes light up and you giggle, “I knew it.” 

He rolls his eyes, “how?” he mumbles. 

You shrug, “I just do. Tell me more.”

Eddie clears his throat, “Everybody loves Steve, kids love him, chicks love him– shit, even my uncle loves him. I mean, I get it, he’s cool. I-I didn’t always think that though, I didn’t like him at first, I thought he was an asshole just like every other jock but it turned out that he’s a pretty cool guy. Dustin– our friend, kept telling me so but I didn’t believe him and then he just started to bring him around Hellfire and forced us to hang out.”

“Hellfire?” you ask, remembering the little drawing on his notebook. 

Eddie nods, “yeah, we had this club– you know DnD?” 

“Yeah, my cousin is like obsessed with it, forced me to play with him whenever I’d babysit him.”

His face lights up and he smiles, “oh, you’re a little nerd too, huh?” 

“Not really,” you laugh. 

“Yes you are,” he smirks, leaning closer to you. 

You get a whiff of his cologne, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and whiskey– something about his scent makes you feel dizzy. 

Eddie tells you more about his life back in Hawkins– his old life. He tells you about his uncle Wayne, about how he took him in and treated him like his own. He tells you about his friends about how supportive they’ve all been when he told him about his plans to move out to LA to pursue the career he always dreamed about. 

His eyes glint with happiness but also with sadness, he misses them, his family, his friends.

He tells you everything– well, almost everything. He leaves a small detail out. 

You tell him about your friends and about the way you used to work with Sam but that’s it, you don’t talk about your dad, you don’t even mention him and it only sparks his curiosity even more.

“Okay, enough with the talking, let’s sing!” You get up, taking one last sip of your drink before you grab his hand, “the stage is free just for us,” you grin. 

Eddie chuckles, downing the rest of his whiskey, he gets up, “what are we gonna sing?” he asks, letting you pull him along to the stage. 

He looks around, the bar is definitely less crowded than it was that night you sang but there is still a good crowd. 

You look back at him with a smirk and by the look in your eyes, he knows exactly what you want. Every time he hears your car pulling up, he hears the same song playing– he is pretty sure that you do it on purpose at this point. 

“No…” he groans. 

“Yes!” you exclaim with an excited look in your eyes, you turn your back to him as you walk towards the DJ.

Eddie rolls his eyes as he hears your song choice. Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose, he chuckles a little. He’s glad that the guys didn’t end up joining you here tonight, he would have been embarrassed to sing a Fleetwood Mac song in front of them. 

You turn back to him, with one microphone in your hand, giving him an excited grin, “I always wanted to sing that song!” 

He can’t help but smile when he sees how excited you are, “what do you need me for then?” 

You frown at him as you grab his arm and pull him further onto the stage, “Fleetwood Mac has two singers, dude!” 

“We’re not Fleetwood Mac tho!” 

“Tonight we are,” you giggle as you hand him the mic, “you sing the first verse.” 

“Why me?” he asks, throwing his arms up.

“Because I said so!” 

The DJ looks between the two of you, raising his brows, “you ready?” he asks. 

You give him a thumbs up and a grin. Eddie shakes his head. Yeah, he’d do anything you say.

“The things I do for you,” he mumbles under his breath as he grips the mic tighter in his hand. 

You giggle at the grumpy look on his face, the song starts and he keeps his eyes on you, not really caring about the audience. He brings the mic up to his lips, rolling his eyes at you one more time before he begins to sing. 

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now 

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain 

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying 

You would never break the chain 

Your smile is so big as you’re watching him, he can’t help but enjoy this moment. Stepping closer to you, he hands you the mic, ignoring the way his heart fluttered in his chest when your fingers brushed against his and you gave him a wink before you began to sing your verse. 

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

Just like every time he hears you sing, it’s like he is in a trance and all he sees is you. All he feels is you, your happiness is just radiating off of you when you sing and it’s like he can feel every emotion that floods right through you. 

You look into each other’s eyes, nothing around you both exists when you do what you love, especially when you do it together. 

His brown eyes flicker with something unreadable, suddenly Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, placing his hand above yours, he surprises you by singing the chorus with you. 

A weird feeling settles in your chest, you have never been this close to him. His nose almost bumps into yours, his curls brush against your cheek, his hand is still on the small of your back, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin- no, it's more intense than that. His touch is burning into your skin, making you feel desire and need, all at once.

Neither of you notice that you attracted the audience, that the people are watching you with awestruck expressions on their faces.

You can’t see them because all you see is each other. 

If you had to describe this moment with one word, it would be; magical. 

Sparks fly when you sing together, there’s no denying that you feel something when you’re with him like this. 

You get lost in his eyes every single time. He lets you take a look into his mind, only you can’t read it but you can see the longing, the happiness, the passion and the guilt, you don’t understand what the guilt is for but it unsettles you a little.  

You embrace each other after the song, you don’t know who made the first move but you don’t care, not when you feel him pulling you closer. Touching you in such a gentle way, it leaves you breathless. His breath hits your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His arms are wrapped around your waist, hands squeezing your hips. 

You close your eyes and so does he, both smiling in happiness. 

Eddie smells your sweet perfume, your shampoo that reminds him of his favorite milkshake; strawberry. He can feel your heart pounding as your chest is pressed against his. Your hands are on the nape of his neck, your lips linger against his shoulder. His heart skips a beat and he feels something he has never felt before, a sense of belonging and it catches him off guard, fills him with fear and the need to escape.

His eyes snap open and the smile falls from his face as the guilt settles deep within his heart. 

“I think the people love us,” you whisper into his ear before you pull away with a smirk on your face as you point to the people who are still cheering for you, “guess we should sing more Fleetwood Mac.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “you wish!” 

You end up leaving the bar after your little performance, Eddie suddenly grew quiet, disappearing in his thoughts. A lost and sad look appeared on his face after you sang the song together. 

“Hey,” you nudge his shoulder, “everything okay?” 

He nods, still looking at the ground as you wander through the streets, he presses his lips together. I have a girlfriend….. I have a girlfriend waiting for me at home… No. He doesn’t have to tell you, right? There’s nothing going on between you two so there’s no reason for him to tell you about her, right? 

“Yup.” 

Lies. You can see right through him but you don't push him to talk, you would never do that. You hate when others do that to you.

You nod, looking up into the darkening sky, the color reminds you of the ocean. 

“Hey, have you ever been to the beach?” 

Eddie looks at you with raised brows, “no.” 

You gasp as you halt in your tracks, “you have never– what?” 

Eddie laughs at the expression on your face, “I’ve been busy,” he shrugs. 

“Dude, you came to LA and you haven’t been to the beach? What is wrong with you?” 

He pushes your shoulder playfully, “stop insulting me!” 

“Never,” you smirk, pushing him back, “so… wanna go to the beach? We could share a joint and just relax, I know a good spot.” 

“Now?” 

“Yeah… why not?” 

"You carry drugs with you?"

"Always," you grin.

Eddie looks around, scratching the back of his neck. He doesn’t really feel like going home yet anyway, “okay, sure.” 

-

A secluded beach is not what Eddie had in mind but he loves it, it’s too dark to be able to see how pretty the beach truly is but the moonlight brightens it just enough, especially your beautiful face. 

The sand is already in his shoes and sticking to his clothes but he doesn’t mind, at least not right now when he is high and without a care in the world. You both stare at the crashing waves, enjoying the sound and the smell of the ocean. 

For the past 20 minutes, you sat there in comfortable silence, just passing the joint back and forth– both deep in thoughts. 

Once again, Eddie’s mind takes him back to your songs, to the picture on your wall, to the questions about your dad, to your life, to that one song and this time he finally lets one of the questions fall from his lips. 

“Have you ever been in love?” 

You turn to look at him to find him staring at you already, curiosity swimming in his eyes. 

“Why do you ask?” 

He shrugs, “just had to think of your song, 'death to my heart',” he explains, reaching for the joint you offer to him, he takes a long drag before he gives it back to you, “first time I read it, I thought that that can only be written by someone who was deeply in love and got their heart broken.” 

You chuckle, “I’ll take that as a compliment, that’s what I was hoping it sounds like,” you pause, getting lost in his eyes once again, “but no, I have never been in love before.” 

He stares at you in surprise, “seriously?” 

“Seriously.” 

“B-But you’ve had partners before, right?” 

You shake your head, “not serious ones.” 

His eyes widen, a frown settles on his face. Not serious ones. He knows what you mean by that and he doesn't like to think about you having not serious partners- it makes him feel jealous.

“But uh– I’ve never really dated anyone.” 

“Why not?” 

You sigh, placing your palms on the sand, you lean back, “cause I've never met anyone that I liked in a way that wasn't platonic."

He looks confused, waiting for you to continue.

“You know how you sometimes just meet someone and you just both get along so well, you share the same interests and the love for things that it ties you to each other?” 

He nods. 

“Well, sometimes we mistake those feelings for love, we can mistake platonic love for romantic love so easily, especially when we're lonely and we just want love and when the other person feels the same, we end up in a very messy situation because in the end people we like, adore, admire or love platonically are just people who were always supposed to be friends, just our friends. And that person is someone who was never supposed to be yours, you know?” you pause to take a deep breath, lips setting in a frown as you look into his eyes. "I mean, I'm not saying that you can't be in love with your friend because you can be -- but, uh-- I'm rambling, what I'm trying to say is, I don't want to date someone I just love or have to learn how to love, I want to be with someone that I'm genuinely in love with."

“You think just love isn't enough?” He asks with a frown on his face.

“I don't know. Just love isn't enough for me,” you shrug. "Because what if I settle for someone, build a life with them but then meet the person that I end up falling in love with?"

The look in his eyes is almost one of heartbreak. 

“I wouldn’t want to break my partners heart and I'd probably stay with them, but then I’d also be miserable for the rest of my life because I wouldn’t be with the one I truly want.” 

His heart feels heavy in his chest, his eyes show nothing but regret and a longing for something he will never have. 

"A-And what if you won't find that person?"

"I don't know," you shrug, "I don't have a problem with being alone, I can still see people, you know? But I just don't see the point of being with someone that I don't love in a way that I wish I would. But hey, maybe the love I'm talking about doesn't even exist," you laugh, blushing when you realize how much you just rambled. "And maybe I will actually befriend someone that I end up loving in that way."

He smiles at your words, though it doesn't reach his eyes.

"And the song? It's about two people who met at the wrong time?" He asks, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Soulmates," you correct him.

“And there’s no happy ending for them?” 

“No,” you whisper. 

“Why not?” 

You shrug, heart aching in your chest when you see the broken look in his eyes. 

“Because he chooses the wrong one.” 

“And what about her?” 

A breathy laughter falls from your lips when you think of how dramatic those words might sound.

“She dies of heartbreak.” 

“Oh..” 

-

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[usbkinitopet]

and you're doing great by the way, kin (you too mod!!^^c) don't overwork yourself to be a good friend , even if it's in your programming . i;m sure we can find your user soon !!!! putting aside the lore-finding activity to COMFORT you first !!!!!!!! -🕊️

"You.. want to be my friend?.. for real?.. oh how flattered I am to hear that!!.. I find it very kind of you, to want to make up for the loss of time as well!.."

"For your kindness.. I drew you a picture!.. since we are friends now.. I drew you a smiley face!.."

"Do you like it?.. think of it as an invitation to my friendship club!.. but without the need of connecting to the internet!"

(I must say, the art you have made, made me giggle and smile!!, look at that little guy!!.. we must hug USBKinito together!, he truly needs it!!!.. after all.. platonic hugs are always welcomed!!.. also thank you! for the kind words!!) - Mod Soni

[vanrougenui]

can twst dudes do kiss of life's "sticky" choreo and how well ?! (question of the century)

DISCLAIMER: i am doing this just for shits and giggles THIS IS BUT A SHITPOST;

riddle: poor boy he would get so red no one laughed...

trey: i headcanon that he can shake ass because its trey but how can this apply canonically idk but i would say yes he'd try

cater: dear god... if you have seen johnny suh from nct do the choreo you will get exactly what i mean.. he tried i guess 💀

ace: surprisingly good. he danced so good just to rub it into deuce's face

deuce: poor boy 2.0 he just cant do it but he was so determined and that deserves some mad respect

leona: oh god. at first he didnt want to do it but then he got up danced so casual you know in that "i dont give a fuck" way AND HE DID IT SO GOOD YOUR JAW WOULD BE ON THE FLOOR

ruggie: now he would eat up TT, cheer up some cute choreos and stuff. can i envision him doing the sticky choreo.. nah...

jack: i feel like he just wouldnt do it. not because he cant its just he would be super embarrassed

azul: who allowed him here.. his legs would give out. we all cringed (also i think he wouldnt do it tbh not to embarrass himself and as he should)

jade: uncanny valley.. looks right but also doesnt? i feel like he would just look very weird.. can you turn dancing into something eerie? he did thats for sure

floyd: um a motivated individual.. he would really get into it but i feel like he would be super stiff for some reason

kalim: puts his heart into it. have you seen julie do the choreo all smiley. yeah thats him. best energy

jamil: wow the only person that understood the assignment. he is the yeonjun of twisted wonderland the best person here

vil: he can definietly do the choreo but he does it so elegant just wow second best after jamil

rook: he can do it... its just.. how to say it... he has his own reasons! i think he is the observer in this case

epel: he tried he thought he made it look so good but it was so awkward... please epel sit down and calm down

idia: 💀 i dont even want to talk about it...

ortho: he is just happy for his brother (why tho pls)

malleus: he has no ass to shake. NEXT!

lilia: he put his own flare on the choreo.. super goofy but its pleasant type of goofy. enjoyable to watch not too bad (we all know he can throw it down its just he is old yeah.. sad..)

sebek: he would yell a ton. he would not do it even if you bribe him idk

silver: he would do it super respectfully. look up seulgi doing the choreo. he would do it like seulgi

THATS IT MUAHAHAHA

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

So I know this post is pretty overdue and a bit superfluous by this point maybe, but since I am now back home and finally have time to sit down and write down my thoughts about the last few days, I thought I'd still do a recap post of my experience of the Dublin shows (and a bit about my trip to Dublin in general). Just for anyone who might be interested or even just for me to remember everything by!

Having said that though, I don’t actually know how to even begin putting into words what this trip meant to me 🥺 I’ve said this before, but after seeing them in June and thinking that was it for the foreseeable future, getting to see them again so soon, twice, and it being the very last two shows of the tour as well, felt like an incredible opportunity and huge gift and I could not be more grateful for it ❤️

Recap of Dublin shows 3 & 4 and some more pics below the cut!

I flew in from Amsterdam on Tuesday morning with a Dutch friend, and we met up with another friend of mine who flew in from London at the same time (my London friend went with me to Tuesday's gig, and my Amsterdam friend to Thursday's gig)

London friend and I then headed to the 3Arena to queue up outside and it was fucking freezing lmao. But we played ‘guess the Arctic Monkeys song from the intro’ and had a chance to catch up so all in all it wasn’t too bad, and it’s always so much fun being surrounded by fellow arctic monkeys fans who love them enough to queue up for hours in the cold <3

Once we were inside, we legged it to the stage and then spent another two hours trying to defend our (pretty good, very central) spots and trying not to think about the fact that we had to pee, as you do. We happened to be standing next to a group of Dutch speaking girls, and it turned out one of them had also met Miles in Amsterdam recently, at the same signing I’d been at! Such a small world. But they were really lovely so the two hours flew past, and then it was Miles time!!!!! 🥰

And my god, he literally blew everyone away, he was just insanely good as always. My friend was not really a Miles fan before the gig, and then while he was playing, she kept going “holy shit minnie he’s so good??” and I was like “TOLD YOU”, so now she’s a big fan as well, which is honestly very satisfying 😌 There were so many amazing moments during his set, but the one that stayed with me most I’ve already talked about in this post. It was honestly just…. very intense and really hard to explain in a non-shippy way? Even my non-shipper friend was like… hmm ok yes, that seems very significant 🤔

But anyway, Miles rocked the house, and then it was only a short wait until the main show. And while most of it is a blur because I just lose my mind when I see my boys play, I did make sure to really absorb some special moments and things I really wanted to remember. Being able to clearly see Alex’s intense, goofy and beautiful facial expressions, his HANDS, the cute little interactions he had with the rest of the band (giggles with Matt and smiley asides with Jamie and Nick), the moment where Alex made grabby hands at the plushie and then laughed some more when he couldn’t have it, Jamie being an absolute rockstar as always, Nick looking like a total snack (my friend has a giant crush on Nick, understandably so), Matt being a literal drum god (I love seeing him play SO much). Just... incredible 🙌🏻💘

I really wasn’t expecting Miles to join them during that show, so when Alex gave him a shoutout I knew it was just that, but my friend didn’t, so she started hitting me like “he’s coming back!” and I was like “no he’s not”, and he wasn’t unfortunately lmao. The Dutch and Belgian girls next to me were extremely disappointed (they were Milex shippers as well, of course), but I know at least one of them was there on Thursday as well so I love that for her. Other memorable moments were Alex singing the “remember when you used to be a rascal” line followed by “do you remember? I remember” after which I yelled at my friend “Miles used to be a rascal!!!” and then later I found out Miles was actually on that side of the stage 😭😭 Even though I didn’t find out about that until later, I definitely noticed that Alex kept gesturing towards that side of the stage (the Star Treatment intermezzo was wild, I was like, “WHO is he pointing at for the dolls like you and me thing??” And then it turned out to be Miles 🫠

Another thing I noticed was that the average age of the crowd was way lower than I’m used to it being, which my friend explained may have something to do with tiktok? Lmao idk, hut the the standing crowd did mostly consist of younger, shorter girls for some reason lol, so there wasn’t as much jumping as I’d have liked there to be. My friend and I just went for it regardless, even if we were some of the only people going crazy. But you just have to, you know what I mean? Anyway, it was such an incredible show and after it ended, we were just on cloud nine, singing Fluorescent Adolescent with everyone on the Luas going back to town, which is always just such a blast. And then we ended up in Temple Bar where there was more live music as well as about 500 other Arctic Monkeys fans, so that was great fun too 💫

The next day, the three of us went to a tattoo shop where I’d booked an appointment and I got my tattoo which I am EXTREMELY happy with. The tattoo artist was a girl from Brazil and when she asked me about the meaning of my tattoo (I’ll post a pic later) I told her it was an Arctic Monkeys song and the just yelled across the shop to a few other artists and it turned out they’d been at the concert too, so we all geeked out about them while I got my tattoo done lmao, so much fun 😂

Then my London friend unfortunately had to fly back home later that day, so my Amsterdam friend and I ended up in the pub again because that’s what we do. It was just a very average pub with two very average men playing amazing folk music, and when we walked in, I was like “huh that guy looks like Zackery Michael, that’s funny.” And then later I was stood next to him at the bar and heard he was American, so I was like hmmm, and decided to just ask him if he was in fact Zackery Michael. He was like “that is me!” lol (thank god, would’ve been embarrassing if it hadn’t been) so we had a little chat about the fact that we were both in town for Arctic Monkeys but in slightly different capacities lol, and he was just super nice and was happy to take a photo with me, and then I let him get back to his conversation with the three extremely pretty girls he was with 😅

Anyways, so then on Thursday after breakfast we bought some souvenirs and I bought some great Arctic Monkeys mini posters and some other stuff at this lovely little comic book/record store which was playing Humbug, the owner of which told us he also went to see Arctic Monkeys on Tuesday and loved them, so that was another amazing chance meeting 💜 And then it was after 12pm so it was time for whiskey, and then the meeting with the fellow TLSP/Arctic Monkeys/Miles Kane fan bartender happened which I posted about here, which was so lovely and also secretly made me want to believe it was a sign for the show that night 🙈

But I still couldn’t let myself hope or believe TOO much, so I just kept telling my friend “they’re not going to do it and that’s okay” and she was like “sure, whatever you say” 😂 We had seated tickets for this gig, so we were unfortunately much further away than I had been on Tuesday. And also I just don’t like being seated at concerts, let alone an Arctic Monkeys one, but to be honest, the seats were pretty good. Miles once again gave his absolute all and converted not just my Dutch friend as well, but also a lot of the people around us who we overheard saying things like “did you know he was this good??” and checking Miles’s Wikipedia page, which was great to see. And from up on the balcony we could clearly see that the people in the crowd were really singing along and having an amazing time during Miles’s set (COTT was extremely emotional, all the lights were so lovely ✨️) and I just felt so proud of him and happy for him that it was such a roaring success 🥹💖

The roaring success continued for Arctic Monkeys of course, although it was really weird to see so many people go mental for Snap Out Of It and Arabella etc. 😅 But yeah, the people do love AM it seems, which is why the first part of the setlist was pretty much the same as it had been on Tuesday. Hello You was amazing though!! And then after There’d Better Be a Mirrorball, I knew that it was 505 time, and Alex did say ‘Let’s hear it for Miles Kane’. But because it was the same thing he’d said before, I was still convinced Miles wouldn’t come on. AND THEN HE DID 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I absolutely lost my shit, not even kidding. I just started screaming and threw my phone at my poor friend being like “FILM IT” which she did, bless her heart, and uhhh, yeah then I cried throughout the whole performance 😭 And then at the end, the lights went out and I saw their shadows (our shadow puppets <3) coming together so I was like did they hug??? And then I only found out later that evening when I checked tumblr that they in fact did hug and then my night was just completely made (lol, I say my night but I mean my life, obviously)

Do I Wanna Know was a total blur after that of course, but I was back for Body Paint which was absolutely incredible as always. And then they did Big Ideas as the encore and uuhhh yeah I sobbed 🙃 It was SO beautiful, and so special hearing it live with the strings, and SO fucking sad. And then once RU Mine? finished and the lights stayed off, I was like aaahhh we’re getting one more!! And then OF COURSE it was Perfect Sense because Alex is a dramatic bastard, and of course I cried some more. It was stunning and extremely emotional 💔

So then my friend and I went to drown my sorrows (and elation about the Milex reunion) in the pub and we actually had a great time with some fellow AM fans and live music again. I swear it was like all of Dublin was just there for Arctic Monkeys. Unfortunately, we were not in the pub where the boys apparently went ugh, but still, it was fun. And yesterday morning I woke up with a killer hangover so I swore I would not drink anymore, but it was raining so much, so we did end up in the pub again where we got talking to some really cool Irish guys who (surprise) also loved Arctic Monkeys, and they insisted on buying us drinks so obviously I couldn’t decline. So we just sat and drank with them until we had to catch our flight, and of course by that time I was tipsy and maudlin and the weather wasn’t helping so I cried all the way to the airport (especially since we passed the arena again) and then I cried some more in the airport like the drama queen I am 🥲

It’s just that I’m so sad it’s over, and so scared and worried about the future of the band, with how much this felt like a goodbye 😔 But I’m just going to assume that it’s just goodbye for now, and that they’ll take a well-deserved break, maybe do their own things for a while, and that in a few years’ time they’ll get back to making music together again. I really do think they have so much fun doing what they do together, and they’re basically like family, and Alex wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he couldn’t make music, so surely they’ll be back eventually. But please, just don’t be too long boys 🥺🙏🏻❤️

All in all, though, what has stayed with me most from this trip is a sense of gratefulness that I was lucky enough to experience all this, my 8th and 9th Arctic Monkeys gigs to date, the last dates of the tour, the Milex reunion (!!!!!!!) and to get to share it with two of my best friends in the world, a whole bunch of arctic monkeys loving strangers who I randomly met, and all of you guys I’ve met on here these past few months. The sense of connection and community I’ve found through this band means so much to me, more than I can say, actually, and I’m so grateful to them for that, in addition to the music they’ve given us. And although the tour is over, I am honestly looking forward to sharing the love we have for them with you all for a long time to come and for now, I am so excited about getting back to writing my silly little Milex stories (and insanely happy they finally gave us that little reunion we hope for, so that I’m still excited and hopeful about their relationship rather than heartbroken and resigned, which is what I probably would’ve been if they hadn’t performed together. So thank you for that, boys 💘)

So yes. Very, VERY long story short: Arctic Monkeys is and always will be my favourite band in the world, they ended the tour on an absolute high (and with Miles!) and this was an experience I will never, ever forget ❤️

[treasar]

Hiii ( to anyone idk haha ) I am quite new to this app and came to know that there are many writers here and so are readers. I just want to upload a story, which writes out of boredom coz I want to know it is good or bad I mean like I know my writing is suck but, can't help :) I would be over the moon if you do give me your feedback an honest one of course! enjoyy! :)

A twisted tale

Prologue

“ and every time he leaves me lone “

“ he always tells me he misses it “ 

“ he wanna- “ 

“ Sweety, you’ve been listening to it for about three hours. “ Her mother suddenly burst into her room, startling the smiley girl. 

“ You scared me, Mom! I thought you were going grocery? “ The girl titles her head in confusion. 

“ Well, I was about to go but remembered that I have to cook for Grandma. “ Her mother says, taking out something from her drawer. ‘ That means… she is there all the time. Oh god, please tell me she didn’t hear my voice. ‘ she widens her eyes. 

“ It’s a new song, Mom. “ She awkwardly blurs out, receiving a nod from her mom. “ Where did I put my gloves? “ her mom whispers and then, leaves. 

“ That was close. I will instead read Webtoon now. “ She sighs, jumping on the soft mattress while opening her laptop. As soon as it’s opened, she gets a notification, saying 

A new chapter of DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR is up.

view / later

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“ Wah, the chapter is shorter day by day and the drama is getting interesting. Why can’t Hybe release a film of that so that we can watch it all in one go? “ She dramatically cries and pouts.

She is about to close her laptop but, a certain something catches her attention.  

Click to download DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR

The girl frowns, feeling confused. ‘ Is it a virus? I have never seen this link in other chapters before. Am I seeing things right now? ‘ 

‘ Should I? ‘ She is debating whether she should click that link or not. In the end, her curiosity wins and would probably be grinning if it had a face. 

processing…

Please wait for a moment…

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“ Sweety, time to go to bed! Don’t make me come to you. You have school tomorrow. “ Her mother shouts from the kitchen. “ I will, Mom. I am downloading something. After that, I will go, Mom, “ she shouts back. 

She turns back to her phone and is met with a black screen. ‘ Huh? ‘ 

She immediately clicks the phone screen, thinking that the virus is already in her laptop. A young boy appears on her home screen, her favourite idol automatically a smile appears.

Without thinking twice, she taps the app and scrolls down. Strangely, it’s completely fine and there is no link at the end of the chapter. ‘ Okie, that’s strange. ‘ She thinks.

‘ Maybe I read Wattpad too much this morning that I am seeing things now?  ‘ She sighs. “ I swear I will be gone crazy if their concert also continues like this. “ She mumbles, switching off her lamp, and preparing to sleep.

“ Good night, world. A great tomorrow is waiting for me. I love myself. “ She whispers before falling into a deep sleep due to her tiredness. 

Just then, 

Your installation is completed!

100 %

Taps to view

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“ Good morning, teacher. “ she greets the teacher, who she meets at the school gate. “ Morning, Yon. “ The teacher smiles in reply. 

“ Yon shiiii, “ someone calls her and she recognises the voice immediately, it’s her best friend, Sojo. “ Hey, Soju, “ She greets back but, meets with a welcome slap on her shoulder. “Yeah, how many times do I have to tell you that it’s Sojo! Not Soju! “ 

Instead of getting a reply from Yon, the other girl gets a giggle from her. “ Yeah! “ Sojo pouts. “ Sorry, no sorry it’s suited you well, Soju shiii, “ Yon says before running for her life. 

“ Euntae, help me, “ Yon says with a really wide grin, hiding behind that girl. “ What happened- “ 

“ YON!! “ Euntae facepalms after hearing a certain someone’s shout, feeling not surprised but disappointed. “ Not again. “ she mumbles under her breath. 

Not too long, an angry yet annoyed Soju-I mean Sojo appears, ready to attack her sweet friend yet enemy while Yon is using Euntae as a shield as if they both are about to start world war three.

Ring Ring

Well, this time, the bell saves the not-so-scared girl, named Yon. “ You better give strawberry smoothie not else say goodbye to your plushie. “ Sojo grins evilly. “ Noooo! Not my Layla, “ Yon dramatically cries. 

“ Fine, I will get you one. But, no tiger plushie then, “ Yon sticks her tongue, then walks into her classroom without seeing Sojo’s reaction. 

She doesn’t need to see them since she’s been friends with them for five years. Correction, best friends.   

“ Noooo- “ Sojo doesn’t have time to be dramatic since Euntae is dragging her. “ Let’s go! We are going to be late. “

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    “ Alright, don’t forget to review this for tomorrow's quiz. I wouldn’t like to see one of my students didn’t pass it. I want all pass, okie? “ All students groan in reply. 

“ Alright, class is dismissed. “The teacher says while gathering all of her things. 

 “ Finally, lunch timeeeee! “ someone shouts with joy despite the teacher still there and then, one by one disappear into the cafeteria. Yon is the only one left in the classroom along with her class teacher.

She is also about to go grab her lunch. “ Yon? “ 

“ Yes, Miss Kim? “ her class teacher suddenly calls her, startling the girl a little. “ Can you take this to the library? “ She says while handing a thick yet old book to the girl. 

“ Of course, Miss Kim. What should I say or maybe where should I put it? “ The girl takes the book and carefully embraces it.

 “ Just give it to Miss Jang and tell her it’s from me. “ The girl nods in reply. “ Please excuse me, Miss Kim, “ she bows before she leaves. 

As soon as she opens the door, she is met with really familiar faces, who are no other than Sojo and Euntae. It’s normal for her because they always wait for her to go get lunch together. 

“ Let’s go? “ Sojo says and the girl shakes her head as a no. “ Sorry, I have to give it to Miss Jang. I’ll catch you up later. Don’t wait for me. “ She says, feeling a bit sorry. 

“ Okiee, you better hurry or else your food is mine. “ Sojo sticks her tongue in a teasing tone. “ We’ll wait for you there. See ya, “ Euntae drags the childish friend for the second time. She nods in approval. 

They all part away to go to their respective destination. It didn’t take long for her since the library is just four rooms away from her classroom.

Just as she is told to do, she goes straight to Miss Jang’s desk. But, she is not there. 

‘ She must be having lunch right now. ‘ She thinks. She places the book carefully on her desk and looks for someone to hand a message to. As expectedly, no one is here.

She gets a yellow sticky note and writes a message before sticking it on the desk. When she is about to join her friends, a sudden thing caught her attention. It’s her laptop. 

‘ I thought I handed it to Miss Kim? ‘ She frowns. It isn’t like that laptop is not allowed at school here. It is allowed only when it comes to computer science classes. But, it goes the opposite when it is a phone.

If they are not allowed to use laptops, they have to give them to their room teacher so that they can focus on their lessons without distraction.

Ding!

“ I thought I switched it off too…? Wait, I was seeing things last night and now hearing things? “ She whispers, feeling more confused.

Without her knowing, she grabs it and opens it, wanting to check whether she is really imagining things or not. Much to her surprise, there is no sign of an opening laptop.

Just then, her laptop’s screen is glitching. It gives her goosebumps. Its glitching noise becomes louder and louder, causing her to cover her ears. 

Everything around her is shaking non-stop as if there is an earthquake. She immediately reacts to it and hides under a desk with a laptop in her hand. 

When everything is calmed down, a message appears on her screen.

Unknown

Be careful, dear! 

Ding   

Unknown

Watch your surrounding.

She tilted her head in confusion. ‘ What? ‘ ‘ What is that? ‘ ‘ Is it a virus? ‘ Many questions are popping up in her mind. But, a loud noise snaps her out of her thought. 

Her head immediately turns to it. “ Who is there? Miss Jang? Is that you? “ She shouts, letting her guard up. She waits for a reply but, she gets none.

She stands up slowly not letting her guard down. She feels like someone has passed behind her. “ Who is there? “ 

No reply again. 

“ Who is it? Please show up or else I am reporting it to the principal. “ She tries to threaten although she is scared. Her leg is trembling so badly.  

Her eyes are wandering around, hoping to spot that person. Much to her surprise, she spots a book, that lying on the ground in an opening position. 

Despite being afraid and scared that she will get hurt, she takes a step slowly toward it, using all her strength. 

It's a leather book with golden decoration and seems like it’s an old book due to its old papers. 

She carefully picks it up and looks up at its place. But, there is no blank space strangely if it falls from the bookshelf while shaking. 

Just then, she spots a black shadow in the corner of her eyes. “ Who are you? “ She approaches slowly yet quietly. But, it disappears quickly. Yon doesn’t let it go this time. She chases after it. 

Without her notice, she reaches the middle of the bookshelves and still, there is no trace of that person. Her doe eyes scan around the room, but still no hints. 

Much to her surprise, a pair of hands pull her, covering her mouth, giving her no time to react. That is when a light flashes in front of her eyes and then, a thick black fog covers her. 

She feels like someone is choking her as she is struggling to breathe. Suddenly, she has been pulled again as if her soul and body are connected to their original place.

She grasped for air, unable to balance herself. When her breathing rate is normal, she looks up and meets with a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

A woman in her twenties looks at her confusedly. She appears to be kind and gentle. Her green suit along with the white soft scarf makes a perfect match with her hazel eyes. 

“ Are you okay, Alex? “ The woman spoke up in concern. ‘ Alex? ‘ The girl thinks. ‘ She is familiar. Where did I see her? ‘ The girl glances beside her. The place looks like a school but not her school and it’s oddly familiar.

“ Alex? “ A woman’s call snaps her out of her thoughts. “ Yes, ma’am? “ She answers with hesitation. “ What happened? Are you not feeling well? “ 

“ I am fine, ma’am. “ The girl smiles, assuring her. A woman checks her from head to toe, trying to find something wrong. But, none. “ Alright, I have told you what you have to know. Here, it’s your class timetable. “ She says while handing the girl a paper. 

“ Thank you, ma’am, “ she bows despite feeling confused. “ This will be your room, Alex. “ Both of them are in front of a certain door. Yon nods in reply. “ Alright, that’s all, I guess. Hope you will do your best here. “ 

“ Welcome to Decelis Academy, Alex, “ she smiles before walking away. The girl is so shocked due to a familiar world that the book and paper, she is holding are dropped to the ground. 

‘ Decelis? It can’t be… ‘

plz I must be out of my mind thinking people will read this and like this- I am so delulu-

To read next chapter \^o^/

[muserryy]

LARRY'S LITTLE KITTEN

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☆•° Harry, Louis with his broken wrist and their Little kitten, blue. hope you enjoy :)

James invited Harry and Louis as well as some of his other friends for a fun and light-hearted lunch. Everything was going well and good but then they both ended up at the hospital.

Louis William Tomlinson is quite a sass-master and though he may be sassy and unapologetic, he's also one of the kindest folks you'll ever meet. He appreciates a good joke now and then but when people get on his nerves and tease him and make fun of his physical attributes, more specifically; his height. He always knew how to fire back with a sassy quip. 

After lunch, everyone moves to the outdoor space of the house and gets busy gossiping and stuff. The sun is up but the weather is still pleasant and comfortable. The sound of soft music playing in the background and chatting provides a delightful environment. Harry is sitting there being kind and all smiley, having simple talks with anyone while Louis is busy with his own friends and mutuals as he stirs the glass in his hand.

Harry's head turns to Louis when he hears his voice carried by a loud laugh.

"wanna bet? I am very speedy, you know?" Louis says as his fellows tease him. 

Harry frowns not knowing what they are on but he goes to Louis and stands beside him when a guy starts calling out everyone.

"What's going on?" He asks him in a whisper.

"A race." He replies.

"A race?" Harry frowns.

"They think, they can win against me just because I’m short… I need to prove them wrong."

Harry sighs and shakes his head. "You know you don't have to do it just to prove them?" 

"Harold!" Louis fake gasps. "Do you think I'm gonna lose?"

"I never said that," Harry rolls his eyes.

Louis sweetly smiles at him, his eyes almost shutting.

"You, my love, just hold my beer and enjoy the race." He says, handing him his glass and walking away as the race is about to start. 

The garden is approximately 30 metres long. They decide that the one end of the garden will be the scratch line and the rear end will be the finish line. 

"The first one to touch the wall will be the winner." A guy says, seeming more than excited ever. He then smirks at louis.

Louis keeps a straight face, not showing much of his expression as they take their positions. 

"on the count of three. "

one. two… three! 

Louis starts dashing as others do the same. Shouting started and the names of the sprinters were being yelled.

Harry places the glass down and intensely watches, especially Louis who is at the very first. His celerity is actually so high that his body doesn't slow down when he gets near to the wall. His palms make contact with the wall and his body jerks back from the impact and he falls to the ground. 

Harry immediately slaps his palm over his eyes. He already knew something was about to happen. When there is louis, there is a happening but little did he know it's even worse this time. Nothing like slipping into the pool when one day Louis and some of his mates were drunk and tried walking in a straight line on the edge of the pool or trying new skateboard tricks in front of his friends but end up falling on ground, that caused him a minor backache. 

Harry sprints to where the lads are now crowded.

"You see I won, I told you, I told you!" Louis stands up and suddenly feels a sharp pain in his wrist, causing him to yelp but that doesn't stop him from shading them.

"So now.. I thought I was shorty? I beat you. It must mean that you're shorter than me, right?" Harry hears his sarcastic tone as he gets near them. 

The guy, who challenged Louis, laughs breathlessly and pats on his shoulder.

Harry comes to the front, seeing Louis shaking his right hand. "Ow!" He again yelps in pain.

"What happened? " Harry asks, moving closer to him. 

"Broke my wrist maybe." He giggles as shakes his hand again. "fucking hell, it hurts!" 

"Don't do that!" Harry stops him. "Is it hurting too much? let me check!"

"I guess it's just a little pain from the sudden crash." He tries to assures but he himself knows it's something worse as the pain starts getting unbearable.

"Louis, just let me see." Harry carefully takes his right hand and lightly presses his fingers to his forearm and then his touch wanders down around his wrist. That's when Louis again curses in pain.

"Maybe it's really broken…" James murmurs to Harry, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

Harry looks at him worriedly, "we should go to the doctor. right now!"

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The doctor takes an x-ray to assess the damage. He then immobilizes his wrist in a splint for support and so that bones can grow back together properly. 

After 2 days, the doctor discharged Louis and ensured a successful recovery. and now they just got home from the hospital.

"Oh C'mon Harry," Louis whispers but giggles while sitting on the bed. "I did win."  

Harry glares at him and his voice gets deeper. "congratulations! you proved them wrong but they don't even care. guess your wrist is just collateral damage, huh?"

"Well fuck, I didn't know this would happen. Did I?"

Harry keeps looking at him, he is not the one to shout or yell when he gets angry. He does become frustrated but he tries not to raise his voice or use profanity.

Louis tries to remove his pants with his uninjured hand. He did and threw it on the floor leaving himself in his boxers. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he is familiar with his lover's habit.

He is about to remove his sling. "Don't!" Harry interrupts.

"I need to change. It smells like shit from the hospital."

Louis removes his sling carefully and tries to pull his shirt up but it was difficult with one hand.

Harry glares at his boyfriend, knowing he won't ask for his help so he just goes to him and kneels down in front of him. Carefully grabbing the hem of his shirt and helping in the process making sure not to make his wrist jerk in any way.

Now the shirt is finally off. Harry stands up taking Louis's shirt and his pants, which he threw on the floor not too long ago. He puts it aside. 

Louis just watches him like a child, shifting the fringes on his forehead to the side. 

Harry takes out his grey tshirt, which is obviously big for Louis. Walking back, and kneeling down he puts the fresh shirt on him. It wasn't typical like before as the shirt was big and loose. He then put on his sling. 

Still kneeling down, Harry stares at Louis, who was sitting on the bed, staring back at him. 

Silence. 

"Look, I'm not sorry, " Louis starts. "Because I didn't know this would happen. But if I had known and still decided to race and broke my wrist anyway, then maybe I would've apol-" Harry stops him from rambling by cupping his face with his hands and putting his thumb on his lips.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." He says, caressing under his lower lip with his thumb. "I know that you take jokes but there's no need of proving anything to those people. They just like seeing you annoyed."

True. His sarcastic humour and hilarious comebacks would've been enough for them. 

After a moment, Harry brings his face closer to him and kisses him on his lips, their nose nudges. Louis kisses him back softly and sighs as they pull away. 

"I'll make you some tea." They both stare into each other's eyes again. 

"I'm sorry.." Louis says, pursing his lips when he sees Harry frowning. "We had to cancel our evening trip to the flower shop because of me."

oh, the little evening trip to the flower shop. Harry smiles, knowing that he's genuinely sorry. 

Louis knows how much Harry likes to visit random stores and places such as flower shops, books and stationery stores even if he doesn't make much purchases, he just likes to admire such places and stuff. It's peace for him and Louis always likes to accompany his man. 

"it's not your fault… and we can do that any other time." Harry pecks his lips again. Standing up, he walks to the kitchen and Louis follows him.

Harry sets the kettle on the stove and begins making tea while Louis sits on one of the stools near the counter. Harry serves his homemade cookies on a plate and sets it in front of Louis.

They were talking when they heard a mewl sound, making their heads turn towards the tiny kitten. She crawls near Harry's feet and starts snuggling into it.

"Aye kitty, saw you after a long day." Harry crouches down and picks the little creature in his hands. Harry did come back to check up on her when Louis was at the hospital.

"This lil' shit!" Louis rolls his eyes as the kitten comes into his view.

"Loueh!" Harry scolds him, softly.

"You know I don't like her, we brought her here just because you wanted."

"At Least don't call her such names." murmures Harry. "Just look at her," He brings the cat near louis' face.

"Keep her away from me." Louis turns his face away, making a look of disgust as Harry laughs, pulling the kitten back.

"She's gonna be a great company during your broken wrist phase."

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2 DAYS LATER 

Harry is done writing in his journal for today. He keeps it inside his closet and walks in the living room to find Louis sitting on the couch watching some unknown entertainment on TV. But what surprises him the most is the kitten sitting on his lap. Harry squints his eyes on the cat to see one of her tiny legs covered in a gauze.

"What am I missing?" Harry asks, surprised.

"Well, she is a great company and… is cute." Louis runs his uninjured hand over the cat's little but soft furry head.

"Told ya, didn't I?" Harry sits next to Louis. "And what happened to your leg?" He asks the cat.

The cat lifts her gauze covered leg and looks at Harry, making her usual sounds.

"We were just bored so I did it." He looks down at her and smiles "yeah, blue?" Who replies with a meow.

"Blue?"

"That's her name."

"Why blue, though?"

"Because…" Louis shrugs. "She likes the colour of my eyes."

"Okay, now how do you know?" Harry turns his body to him, getting amused by this conversation.

"Because She kept our eye contact without breaking it at any point."

"Oh really?" Harry chuckles and shakes his head "so you thought she likes the colour blue?"

"yeah, she even likes it when I flip her off." Louis adds, making Harry laugh even more.

"I'm serious! you don't believe me? well...look at this." Louis puts his middle finger right in front of her face and she takes a hold of his mid finger with her front legs and snuggles her face in his hand. 

Harry covers his face with his hands, he can't stop laughing.

He cups Louis's face from the side and kisses him on his cheekbone. He presses his cheeks against louis' and they both smile down at their kitten, blue.

The 3 of them got busy as the TV was already being ignored for a long time.

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thank you for reading <3

[jr-acrux101]

Replete-P.2

Summary: Mike and you finally go on a date.

Word count: 990

Tags: fluff, chubby! Reader !, age gap (slight)

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Mike stared at the phone, almost burning a hole through it. All of Friday and no text, and now it's Saturday the mid afternoon and still no text.

‘Was I not her type?’ Mike's mood fell a bit but he shook it off. ‘It's also the weekend, I'm sure she worked all week and is probably relaxing.’ 

He was not wrong, you were laying in bed doing a facemask and reading a book. Your phone buzzed.

‘Have you texted Mr. Sexy???’

You rolled your eyebrows at your friends words.

‘No not yet.’

‘:( why not!?’

‘Bc 1 im still thinking it over okay? Hes a big brother of one of the student im sure that like taboo or wtv

2 im nervous okay jeez.’

:| stop being a pussy y/n so what hes a BROTHER, yes the guardian but its not as bad at a parent or a married one at that.

DO IT Y/N!’

The paper was right in front of you, acting as a bookmark. You bit your bottom lip. ‘I mean she has a point, he's not a parent, and not married.’

It still weighed on your mind though. The numbers were burned into the back of your head now from how often you were staring at them.

You huffed a breath out, ‘FUCK IT!’

‘Mike?’

There was an immediate reply. ‘Ms.L/N?’

‘Yes, but y/n is fine :)’

Mike's heart fluttered the tiniest bit at the smiley face.

‘Cool :) y/n it is.’

You giggled and kicked your feet. 

‘So Mike, what do you like to do?’

‘Relax mostly, nothing beats just resting’

‘Are you sure you're not actually over 40?’

‘I am waiting for that age to come so I can just spend it at home and blame it on my age.’

Hours and hours passed by as you learned more about Mike and he learned more about you. A thought popped into your mind as he told you his favorite cartoon.

‘Do you have any plans for tomorrow?’

Mike stared at the text. ‘Holy fuck,’ was what he thought. 

He typed and erased over 3 different messages before landing on something that was fine.

‘No, not much I was gonna run some errands while Abby was with a babysitter since she want to buy like everything.

Why?’

‘Um well if you weren't too busy, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the diner to hang out for a bit.’

Seconds passed, they felt like hours to you though.

‘Yeah that sounds good. 1 sound good?’

‘Yeah perfect :).’

The conversation died down a bit as it was nearing 10 pm, and both of you were busy with cleaning up. You said your goodnights to each other and both slept soundly, dreaming of tomorrow.

The next day rolled around, bright and semi early. It was 10 a.m. you sent Mike a goodmorning, and started for the day. No one was home, so you made a quick breakfast, an omelet, toast, and some fruits for right now before eating lunch with Mike.  

You put a face mask on as you listened to your cassette. You lounged around til 12 to get ready.

You did a brushed out fox eye, with mascara and a little foundation. You had a cashmere crop top and a dark brown folded skirt. You put on a leather jacket and your mary janes. You left hair down, put a soft brown lip liner and red with gloss. You opted for minimal jewelry, just a gold chain.

It was 12: 40, your stomach growled a bit. On your way down you grabbed a snack pack and headed out. You ran back in for your purse and keys, then headed out.

You got there at 12:50, as you looked to your ight you saw Mike already sitting at a both. He smiled and gave an awkward wave, which you found a bit endearing.

You walked to him, he stood up and offered to take your jacket off. You accepted and the two of you sat. 

The silence was a bit awkward. 

Mike tried to break it. “So how long have you been an after-school teacher?”

“Hmm I just started but I did do the summer program for the last years.”

“Oh do you like?”

“Um yeah mostly. There's some bad days of course but that could be said about any job.”

“Yeah that makes sense.”

“What about you, how long have you been a stockman?”

“2 months.” 

“Oh cool. How long have you been working in general?”

“Since I was 16, so about 11 years.”

Silence hung in the air.

“Wait. You're 27?”

Mike nodded his head. “Yeah… why?”

He huffed and laughed, “What are you like 18?”

His smile dropped and eyes widened as you gave a slight nod. “Wait, are you serious?”

Again another nod. “I thought you said you worked the summer program?”

“Yeah, as a volunteer the first year and then from there as a group leader.”

“Wow. Okay.”

You bit your lip. “I'm sorry, I didn't think our age gap was that um wide. I thought you were max 23.”

“I thought you were at least 22.”

The two of you were silent again. 

You're french toast was served as was his sandwich. 

Plates and forks were clinking, as the two of you ate. “So…” Mike trailed off.

“So… if you still want this to continue… I would  as well…”

“Are you sure? It's a whole 9 year difference y/n.” Mike said softly.

You shyly nodded, “Yeah I mean we're both adults, albeit I am newer to it. We can take it slower than usual, so we both feel comfortable.”

Mike looked at you, at your full face as you smiled and how your eyes turned into half moons. You warmed as you noticed his stare. He admired how beautiful you look. 

“Yeah. I'd like that. But slow like really slow y/n.”

You giggled and he smiled at you. 

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Taglist: @kxllanxtdoor @mintyymao @slut4pascal

Hey yall just came out the hospital 🤪 finished up part in the er

[marvel-tfic]

Loved your first fic!

Can you write a reader x Bucky Barnes where you're having a tickle fight and you think you're being tough by telling him you'll never give in, only for him to discover a spot that neither of you knew would end you?

Hii! Thank you so much it means a lot🤍

I hope you like it🤍

Bucky Barnes(ler) x reader(lee)

It was a rainy afternoon and you convinced your friend bucky to try to make a cake, both of you knew this wasn't gonna end well because this day you were wanting a lot to annoy bucky a little so in this process you trew flower at him, poured sprinkles in his hair, draw a smiley face with butter in his metal arm and you were having fun doing it laughing at his grumpy old man reactions until he gave you a warning "one more and i'll give you a real reason to laugh about" you knew what this threat was about, he discovered you were ticklish have a few weeks and now this was his favourite way of teasing you and punishing when you were being a little brat. Of course you didn't follow what he said and went for a last one that would give you a free ticket to hell. You grabed an egg without him seeing it and smashed in the top of his head where also had some sprinkles "you are doing a good job, friend" you say and burst out laughing from him he didn't exactly react but there was a smirk in his face "you did not-run" he didn't even ended it and you ran but he tackled you to the ground and sat on your thighs you were giggling from nervous and from his face with flour, sprinkles and now some egg whites in his cheek "ok i'm gonna teach you a little lesson and you are just getting off from here when you apologize, starting now" he didn't wait a second and started tickling your hips and sides making you laugh and squirm at the squeezes in the sensible spot. After a while he asks with a smirk at you "ready to give up?" You said cheeky even though you were laughing out loud "NEVER" i say laughing and bucky fakes a gasp and tease you "Never, have you asked your tummy about me never stopping the tickles?" He said it moving his hands to my stomach and spidering making you giggle, that tease made me blush a lot which by the look on his face he noticed "are we getting a little red here?" He says still teasingly spidering, that made me blush even more and giggles pouring out until he suddenly goes to kill and started to tickle hard now, you squealed in surprise and laughed squirming under him, he kept the attack for sometime until he rested his hand in the middle of your stomach "ready to apologize?" He asks teasingly but you even more cheeky reached to poke his sides in each word "i. Will. Never. Say. Sorry" he squirmeda little and even giggled mut he holded your hands in his metal one and pressed them in your chest the other holded in your ribs with only his tumb on the side but the other four fingers in the back of your ribs and when he pushed you back down they digged into the back of your ribs you squealed, you didn't knew that spot could tickle but bucky noticed and smirked "i think i found something interesting here" he says teasing massaging that spot slowly and this was enough to make you laugh and trash around. He released your arms to go full force with both hands, you screamed and laughed so loud that your neighbors are probably confused right now and this was just unhandable and you needed to make it stop "I GIVE UUUUP" you scream in laughter, you couldn't take it but bucky said teasingly "wrong password" and went even harder making you squeal even more "STOOOOP" you squeal in laugh again and he just added "last chance to say the right password" there was no way out unfortunally you needed to apologize "I AM SORRYYY" he slowly stopped, you were red and giggly brathing a bit hard "right password, are you ok friend" he says getting of from you "you are... so mean that was brutal" you say out of breath and he helped you up "then never do THIS again" he say about his body and hair still dirty you giggled.

You both finished and put to bake, while it was in the oven both of you took a shower and cleaned the mess and while eating bucky asked "learned your lesson y/n?" You looked at him and smiled "yes sargent, i learned it"

[maladaptive-jcb]

Chapter 2: Strokes of Familiarity

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 1 if you missed it.

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

“Helloooo? Y/n? I said there’s another stack of books coming,” Adrian, my manager snapping his fingers in front of me.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” I say apologetically.

“What’s up with you today? You’ve been day dreaming a lot.”

There’s not a lot of employees here. It’s just me and a couple younger people who are looking for extra cash. I was Adrian’s first co-worker here and we’re more like family now than just co-workers to be honest. Adrian is older than me so he has more of that big brother energy. His thick reading glasses and brown slick-back hair were the first few things I noticed when I applied for the job.

“I’m sorry, Adrian. I didn’t mean to. Alright, look! I’m focused now!” Smacking my face with both hands in front of him to prove it.

“It’s not just that, you’re a lot… smiley… today. I don’t think I like it. You’re creeping me out,” he looks at me over his now lowered glasses.

“Oh, it's um- It's nothing, okay? I'm going to unload the books now. Now may I please go or are you gonna keep interrogating me?"

He squints his eyes at me. "This is not over, y/n."

Adrian has always been protective of me, especially when he knows the whole reason I moved up here. Telling him about a guy I just talked today is probably not a good idea. Besides, what is there to tell? That I had a coffee with a guy from class? I shouldn't even be all smiley about it yet.

There’s a lot of book donations coming here surprisingly. I clean them up a little before unloading according to their categories. Mystery, fantasy, true crime, science fiction, autobiography, vampires… You get it.

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I glance at the antique clock sitting on the cashier's counter. It's 5:40 p.m. so it's close to closing time. That also means that he's almost here. I pick up the broom to sweep off some dusty areas while wondering if I even have the time to change my clothes. Although, crazy as it may sound, Jamie being spontaneous also got me all excited. I look around the store and Adrian is already leaving as he lets me close up after him. I finally let a tiny giggle escape my mouth now that I'm no longer within his earshot.

He’s here.

Jamie is five minutes early. Seeing his car pulling up suddenly turns my stomach into a knot. Why am I anxious? It’s just dinner between friends, right?

Before I get to open the car, he stops me and gets out from his seat. “Wait!” He did a little jog towards me and then opens the door for me instead.

“M’lady,” in his teasing tone again.

“My, my. Mr. Gentleman.”

Of course he looks amazing right now. Grey shirt with top half unbuttoned slightly revealing his tattooed chest, paired with a leather jacket that hugs his frames perfectly. His hair swept messily to the side and subtle silver chain on his neck. I step into the car and he carefully closes it before running back to his side and gets in.

“You’re early,” I say.

“And hungry!” he exclaims back. “I know this really good Italian place, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, yes I love Italian!” finally sensing my hunger. Apparently the knots in my stomach has more than one reason to appear.

“Perfetto!” his chef kiss motion follows along with it. “It’s kinda nice to have someone to go out with since I’m new in town. Thanks for joining me tonight,” he smiles gratefully.

“Well I didn’t really have a choice, didn't I?” teasing him about driving off before I could say anything.

“You were gonna say yes anyway though, weren’t you?”

“Well, I-“

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” his tone in playful mocking.

“Wow, really?” I jokingly scoff at him.

He starts the car and drives off to the main highway. I usually walk around town to get from one place to another. I have never gone this far through the highway except that one time Adrian needed me to pick up some new shipments with him. I'm starting to wonder if he's actually about to kidnap me.

“You know… I’ve wanted to talk to you too. In class,” his face focused on the road. Fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“Oh?” My train of thoughts disappear as he spoke.

“It’s just, I feel so out of place there and I’m always struggling. I didn’t know what you would think of me. I mean, you’re very talented. It’s amazing.”

He did a quick glance at me before focusing back on the road. No smile this time. Just a look of serenity… or admiration? I can’t tell. It’s getting dark and the low light is casting subtle shadows that somehow highlight his jawlines even more.

“That’s… Wow. Thank you so much, Jamie.”

He glances at me again. That same look.

I clear my throat.

“But you’ve been improving so much too! I love some of your recent work. I’m very surprised how fast you learned."

A smile curls up his lips. His eyes give a faint glimmer in the shadows. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. His fingers stop tapping as I did.

“Will you give me some tips next time we’re in class?”

I can feel myself beaming. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Chapter 3

Seems like you have a new budding friendship with Jamie now! Wonder how your dinner with him will go next? 🤔