#and the 'ice goes on the eye bud' scene :(((((((

[littlespoonevan]

because i was rewatching 1x04 and was reminded that episode 4 of almost every season is an absolute banger of an episode. (also i know what recency bias might do to this poll so please take a second to remember the episode 4s of seasons gone by before voting askjdfh)

[writersneedreblogs]

okay so I'm a broke bitch who's trying to recover from a shopping addiction so I'm avoiding mobile games altogether... BUT. can you tell me pls what actually happens in zaynes third anecdote?? I've googled endlessly and can't find anything, so I'm living vicariously through everyone posting about here on Tumblr. if u could tell me what that anecdote is about (tagging spoilers obviously) I would be eternally grateful!!

Okay I gotchu it’s gonna be shit but I’ll do the best I can

ENTIRE ANECTDOTE 3 SPOILERS VERY LONG

It starts in the pov of a boy named Georgie who was getting attacked by a wanderer that wore human clothes, his mother pushes him out the way of an attack and takes it instead. Suddenly a figure in black emerges and uses an ice evol to kill the creature after it let go of the mother and it dissipates leaving blue fragments. Georgie asks if the figure is the Grim Reaper but doesn’t get a response and the figure leaves after I’m assuming giving a once over on the mother and son

Georgie stalks Zayne afterwards on where he goes (mostly to a store to buy chocolate) so he could approach him, eventually he does and points out that he buys chocolate every day and offers zayne a jar of wrapped chocolate in exchange of finding the person who killed his mother. Zane refuses coldly saying that he should be asking the police

Next part is in the pov of a detective called Ivan who has been tracking down a serial killer they dubbed Dawnbreaker (the name of one of Zaynes battle options) who has left nothing behind at the crime scene except for blue fragments, the victims have no connection to each other except for the blue fragments which reminds him of a wanderers protocore. He’s puzzled on why they leave a similar energy of a wanderer behind and why the killer was targeting people with it so he used an AI to predict who would be next.

It then cuts to him arriving at the scene of dawn breaker attacking his next victim who is an elderly man. Suddenly the old man attacks and transforms into a wanderer injuring dawnbreaker but is immediately killed in response and leaves a blue fragment behind Ivan tries to shoot dawnbreaker but is pinned by ice and is unable to call for back up, mumbling to himself that the old man wasn’t human. Dawnbreaker then leaves and later Ivan discovers that the latest Jane doe was the mother of Georgie who has gone missing from an orphanage he was taken to, leading Ivan to believe that it will lead him to dawnbreaker

We cut to Zayne now and he sees Georgie at his apartment and remarks that he had noticed the same jar of chocolate placed by his door. Zayne ignores it and leaves his apartment, when he returns Georgie is asleep by his door with the jar and is mumbling mom in his sleep.

Georgie wakes up to Zayne crouched by him opening the jar and asking tentatively if he will help him. Zayne says nothing and opens the door to his apartment but lets Georgie come inside.

Georgie notices that the room lacks humanity to the point where the only sign of it is cracked and aged walls, he then spots a hologram of a very old doctor tv show that Zayne is completely engrossed in. Georgie criticises the show and Zayne gets up off the sofa towards Georgie which makes Georgie think he’s made him angry but Zayne only grabs the jar and starts eating from it.

Georgie is puzzled by him treating it as his dinner and asks what he usually eats and is shown that Zaynes fridge only has bottles of nutrient solutions and Georgie drinks it out of hunger, he questions if the drink and lack of meal make Zayne human.

Georgie falls asleep on the sofa and wakes up to Zayne tending to a budding jasmine he kept in his room, placing it on the window sill to get sunlight and watering it and pruning it. Georgie is stunned with the soft glow in Zaynes eyes and asks him about the plant and if someone important gave it to him but gets no response, he gets frustrated with this and gestures to the jar in that Zayne accepted it so he must now help with his mother.

Zayne stops tending to the flower and gets dressed in his dubbed grim reaper clothes, Georgie sees that his bedroom has no other furniture in it except for the wardrobe. Next to the bed is a screen showing a lot of moving green dots but gets no response when he asks about it.

Zayne and Georgie leave and go to a convenience store where Zayne buys a soda bottle and a jar of chocolates which he gives to Georgie, they leave and Zayne pours the bottle out and freezes it into a popsicle. He then follows Zayne to an abandoned plaza and sees him gazing at a patch of jasmines, Zayne then walks to a bench that faces the flowers and Georgie realises the bench is clean, he then asks if he comes here often and gets no response.

Zayne then pulls out a book from his pocket and Georgie reads out loud that it’s a Linkon city travel guide and that he’s marked several locations on it like museums, ski resorts, parks, restaurants and Linkon City’s hospital. He asks why he’s interested in an old book on an old city and Zayne stares at the jasmine and remarks that he often dreams of the place with a briefly different look on his face

The night before, Zayne dreamt that he and a girl bought snacks and froze a soda into a popsicle, he’s been getting dreams like this almost every night. In those dreams he lives out a surgeons life with this girl and hes had those dreams since he was 12 and that they happen in no order. At 12 years old he knew he would meet the girl when he was 27 and he’s thinking the doctor is him but then rather says that he wants to become the person loved by the girl in his dreams. He records as much as he can through the guides because he wants to experience them and have them consume him.

We come back to Zayne stepping out of a shower and looking at his scar ridden body, he gets dressed and see Georgie asleep on the couch, he covers the boy in a blanket and watches the doctor tv show again. Georgie wakes from a nightmare about a monster escaping through his chest and asks of what his mom said about dreams being the opposite of reality is true (to the man desperately wanting his dreams about the girl to come true)

Zayne changes the channel to a story about a man who dreamt that he was a butterfly and woke up with the same feeling and he couldn’t tell if he dreamt about being a butterfly or the butterfly dreamt about him. Georgie is confused but wonders if he’s in a monsters dream, he then asks about who Zayne is when he dreams about Linkon city. Zayne switches back to the medical show in response and he correctly guesses that he dreams of being a doctor which Zayne nods to.

Zayne looks at the boy and notices a small bump under his eye and starts to conjur up an ice blade behind his back. Georgie says he understands that Zayne probably doesn’t want to help him find the killer but asks to celebrate his 12th birthday tomorrow with him and he will leave, the ice blade melts away. Zayne doesn’t respond and goes to his bedroom where he spots a red dot amongst the green ones and says good night to Georgie.

The next day Zayne takes care of the jasmine he has and takes Georgie to a dessert place and orders a macaron, stating that he dreamt of eating it along with another person. Georgie asks if the doctor dreamt of Zayne celebrating his birthday and Zayne says maybe. Georgie is given a birthday cake and Georgie is very happy, stating that the only other person who celebrated was his mother. When Georgie makes a wish before blowing out the candles there’s a blue glow under his skin, he eats the cake and asks Zayne when his birthday is and Zayne says he stopped celebrating his birthday after he turned 12

When Zayne turned 12 on his birthday, his adoptive father transformed into a wanderer and attacked him and his adoptive mother, after his mother died he killed his father in self defense with his evol and that was his first kill. He stopped celebrating his birthday since. Later that night he dreamt of the doctor treating a girl and it became his only solace.

Georgie says he will give Zayne all different kinds of chocolate on his birthday and gazes at the sunset, he remarks how pretty it is and how when he used to live with his mother in the dorm it didn’t have windows. Zayne asks “what if you look at the sunset and feel nothing at all” and Georgie responds with “what’s the difference between that and being dead? Mom used to say that dying with clarity is better than living like a corpse”

All of a sudden dozens of police officers enter the place and surround them and Detective Ivan walks in saying “we can negotiate as long as you let the child go” Georgie argues that they’re just celebrating his birthday and Ivan states that Zayne is the one who killed his mother, Zayne says nothing.

Ivan positions the boy behind him but when he turns to look at Georgie he is no longer human and a tendril erupts from the bump under his eye, hooking into Ivan’s arm. Zayne pierces an ice shard through Georgies chest and he goes down, looking up at Zayne through tears and asking if the monster woke up, Zayne gently closes the boys eyes as he fades.

Afterwards Zayne is seen with two tombstones one big and one small, he places a jar of chocolates at the smaller one. He remembers the woman buried here and that she had approached him asking him to kill as she was turning into a wanderer and did not want to harm her son

He is then joined by the detective who has flowers for the graves and asks if Zayne always knew the child would turn so he kept him by his side. Ivan states he will stop investigating dawnbreaker and destroy the records so no one will know of him. Zayne states that he hopes that this will be their last meeting and Ivan asks for Zayne to kill him the next time they meet as that would probably mean he was a wanderer.

It ends with Zayne dreaming again and this time he is celebrating his birthday with the girl who says that she will always be by his side when it’s his birthday. Zayne couldn’t resist the urge to caress her cheek and spots that they’re holding hands, he reaches over to touch her cheek but the girl is shocked and says that he isn’t Dr Zayne and asks who he was. Zayne wakes up and ponders on what it meant, wondering if the girls saw through time and noticed that he wasn’t the doctor. It ends with him looking at the jasmine flower he was taking care of.

[kitsune-oji]

Idk if this is a cute request idea 😭 but I was thinking any gender reader goes to an event/party with Asmo and Mammon. they feel fine going into it, but get overwhelmed/start getting quite anxious because they're not really a fan of super loud crowded places but they wanted to go to try and "get out of their shell". What the brothers do to help you, try helping you enjoy it or take you out of there completely? Thank you. I hope you have a good day :)

Party People (not)

This was a wonderful idea, anon! Thank you!! Very very cute and I can relate so it was easier to write. I had a lot of fun and I hope you like it too

Asmo x/& gn!Mc x/& Mammon

Word count: 1'179

Warnings/tags: Reader called "bud" and "darling", overstimulated Reader

It had sounded like a good idea at the time, going out with Asmo and Mammon and just partying the night away. While it wasn't really your scene and you felt way out of place, you still wanted to do it. To go out and dance with them, laugh with them. How could you ever have a bad time around the avatars of greed and lust? They were The party animals and if anyone could get you into the spirit of clubbing, it would be them.

Fairly enough, despite the nervous jitters in your limbs you took a deep breath and went along with them. Asmo had helped you pick something out that was flattering but just as far as you were comfortable with and Mammon waited for the two of you in a car, looking sleek as he whistled when you approached.

The car ride was fun already and you felt yourself relaxing. Since you felt safe around your demons, it couldn't be too bad. Tonight would be fun. At least you told yourself this, hoping that it would hold true.

Once you arrived at The Fall however, the anxiety pooled in your stomach again and you swallowed hard. It looked so intimidating with all the people, the loud music and the flashing lights. It was all so new and so very very scary. Yet you kept going, Asmo tugging you with them towards the entrance and past the bouncer who only nodded and bowed slightly towards your demons as he let you pass through.

It was loud. Very loud.

The demons inside weren't so close that you couldn't move through but there was nowhere to go where you wouldn't be surrounded by people from all sides. The music was booming, though you knew it was even louder near the dance floor. Through it, the people tried to be even louder to make themselves heard and all it boiled down to was a lot of talking from everywhere, drowned out by the music just enough that you couldn't understand what they were actually saying without getting closer. There was no way you'd do that.

Not that you could, anyhow. With the whiplash you got, you hadn't really noticed where you were going. Now you were standing between Asmo and Mammon at the counter as the bickered and somehow got into an argument over what drink you'd like more. You wondered why they hadn't just asked you but shook your head at the thought. You would never make much sense of these brothers anyway.

It was ok, you told yourself, finally with a drink in your hand and sipping on it. The ice touched your lip and the liquid going down your throat felt refreshing. Like a small respite from everything around you, just until the feeling passed and you were thrust back into the talking and booming and flashing and movement around you.

You took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. You could do this.

But you couldn't. You really really couldn't do it at all and by the time your demons noticed, you were already struggling to breathe, clenching your eyes closed and holding your hands over your ears to block it out. Block everything out.

It wasn't enough but you couldn't move, couldn't just open your eyes and walk out, you couldn't even breathe right so how would you? Gentle hands touched your arm and wrapped around it when you didn't flinch away. You knew that touch.

Asmo guided you somewhere, maybe outside but no fresh air greeted you. You walked up stairs and doors opened and closed and then everything was muted and the lights shining through your eyelids were gone too. After being sat down on a couch, you felt Asmo shift to kneel in front of you. When you let your hands fall from your ears into your lap, he took them in his. Softly enough that you could take them back again but strong enough to offer stability, to ground you.

Before he could say anything, Mammon's voice reached you. The door opened shortly before it was closed again and the sudden return of sound made you flinch.

"A little warning next time, Mammon? Gosh, you can't just open the door out of nowhere like that", Asmo hissed through his teeth, cutting his brother off before you could understand what he wanted to say.

A pause.

"...sorry."

That made you open your eyes. Mammon just apologising like that was weird and kind of concerning. Asmo's features smoothed out just as you looked at him and you shifted your attention to Mammon instead.

He looked a bit put out but slowly walked towards you with a crease in between his brows that looked a lot more like concern. For you.

"Hey, bud", he whispered, "Are ya ok?"

Asmo looked at you as well, patiently waiting for your answer. For a moment, you tried to ask yourself this question first. Were you ok?

With everything now muted, alone with your two demons in a room so dimly lit it was almost fully dark, it was a lot easier to breathe again. Your hands in Asmo's were cradled softly and the two of them being so worried about you made your heart feel much the same.

"I think..", you started, trying to feel what words are right, "I think I'm ok now, maybe?"

Immediately, their expressions smoothed out. With a relieved sigh, his shoulders sagging, Asmo smiled up at you from where he still sat.

"We were worried, darling."

"Yeah, you just kinda shut down out there."

With a sigh of your own, you explained how everything had overwhelmed you to the point you couldn't think clearly anymore. They listened, asked for clarification and apologised for dragging you there.

"No, no! I wanted to come here, you didn't force me and you couldn't have known that it would mess with me this much. I didn't know either, I thought I could handle it when I'm with you and... while I feel safer with you around, it's just too much still. I'm sorry for messing up what was supposed to be a fun night out."

Asmo tutted at you, "None of that now, you don't have anything to apologise for either. As you said, you didn't know and it's not like you struggle on purpose."

You shook your head in agreement. Nobody got overwhelmed on purpose.

"So don't worry yer pretty lil head, yeah?", Mammon chimed in next to you, "As long as yer fine, that's what matters."

"Do you want to go home or do you wanna try again? I think going back home would be nice, we could just have our own little party" - Asmo leaned closer to you and squeezed your hands gently - "celebrating us. ♡"

You couldn't help the chuckle escaping you, even as Mammon complained that he wasn't going to let Asmo exclude him now.

As long as you were with them, whether it was a night out or a night in, you knew it'd end up fun.

[mooseung]

୨୧ button eyes

han hyeongjun (junhan)

ᨳ after moving back into his childhood home, han hyeongjun awakens in the middle of the night and is led to a world far different from his own.

𖧷 happy october :p

𖧷 jun is freaked out most of the time, sorry bud. things get spooky … not rlly idk

𖧷 started writing this when i had coraline brainworms i just wanted to write my own twist on it. i <3 mixing my interests together sorry if it’s not interesting i had fun tho xd

in the midst of foggy memories he faintly remembers. he was 3 years old when his parents moved him into the middle corridors of the infamous pink palace. yet hyeongjun has great memories here, even if many of them are of his mother and father rotting away at their computers, leaving him to twiddle his ten fingers and stare at peeling wallpaper. it wasn't until he reached the age of 10 where he was ripped away from the scene he grew comfortable of. the boy was forced to abandon the rustic home, carrying over to a suburban city and settling into a house colored grey. then he lived a mundane life, absent of any significant times.

now he's 22 and staring back at the pink palace that towered over him like a scientist and its specimen. a moving truck beside him hustles out muscled men, each heaving boxes and equipment into the corridors he once resided in during the golden ages of his childhood. the perfume of humid air grants him the whiff of nostalgia that he's been craving for years.

everything is the same. the wallpaper's faded blue still rots and peels off at the corners, and the floorboards still rhythmically creak following his patters. each and every room upholds their signature item that he's legally agreed to not remove, including a sprung out piano in the study room and the dried paintings in another.

hyeongjun attempts to relive each core memory. he begins in the kitchen, putting together a meal of slob, one that's unable to satisfy him the way his mother's meals would. instead this mirrors his father, who would whip up meals that would send jun hungry for the night.

as he's searching for a drawer to keep his utensils in, there's one filled with keys, and he encounters confusion. there's no clue as to what each one unlocks. the concoction of silver and gold blinds him, but when he rummages around to gain familiarity, a peculiar black key blurs out the rest as the peak of unfamiliarity.

it's black, smooth, and made completely out of plastic. the curvy handle snuggly fits the palm of his hand; it mimics a button with 4 rectangular holes poked out.

the encounter shifts the mood to one that's uncomfortable; the key's complete defiance of uniformity claws at him for interest, but hyeongjun quickly looks away. he decides: any unfamiliarity this house gives him goes against the reason he’s come for. and so he doesn't spare the topic another minute, placing the object back in its home and steering away to a different task.

when hours pass, he begins to unpack in one of the many study rooms of this place. his eyes scan over the contract-bounded painting that illustrates a blonde boy, teary-eyed over fallen ice cream. it's sad, and it's boring.

"one boring, blue boy."

hyeongjun recalls the tasks his father had given him when he was just 7. to avoid the pestering presence of his son, the man sent him on a quest to find every blue object in their house. this painting was the first to be jotted down.

as a boy, he thought that was something fun. a thoughtful game to keep hyeongjun's young curiosity fed. but 15 years later, it falters just a bit. a hint of realization blasts out the scene for him, and the boy in the painting stares at him in pity.

when he's done assembling a coffee table, hyeongjun sits up and looks around the room for its placement. an unfamiliar accent in the walls finds his eyes first.

it's a short door outlining the lifts in the wallpaper, and it's easily noticeable. his body unknowingly gravitates towards it, tracing the ripped outline and immediately tugging it. the door is locked.

senses of unfamiliarity sprinkle the scene, so again his interest dims. hyeongjun sighs and gets up off his knees to tend to his table again. but minutes pass, and when he's done decorating the study table the door continues twinkling for attention. his mind feels numb, not processing the movement of his body being draggeg past dirty dishes and knocked over boxes, just until his hands acquire that black button key once more. it was a quick motion, and he finally gathers his clear mind once he's eyeing the door with a shimmering key, bound to answer something.

he shakes his head, breathing carefully as he inserts the key like an easy puzzle; it's a perfect fit. there's a satisfying click to perk up his two ears, and his stomach drops. when it naturally swings towards his direction his imaginative mind draws out a variety of anticipations. he expects anything.

he expects anything but nothing, and that's what he gets: a load of red bricks.

"agh." his groan echoes as he slams the wall back into place. he can't find it in himself to waste any more of his efforts with this side plot, so he leaves the key on top of his newly furnished table. now his worries offer the task of tending to his bruised mind. he readies for his favorite night-time activity: sleep.

he's changed successfully, and he’s now tucking himself into crimson sheets as he scans the familiar room. it's so comfortable, and he's at ease now that he can reside right where he wants to be. stuffed bunnies occupy each cubicle in the storage compartments across him. the nightstand holds a collection of childhood photos of the people he cherished the most, though many he had lost contact with. a lone chair sits at his left side, similar to how it was years ago when his mother would sit and guard him from the monsters hindering beneath the bed. it all gives him a warm embrace, and his eyes delicately fall with a smile softly pursed on his lips. he falls asleep, gently.

tap tap tap, squeak squeak.

they're the only sounds filling the room. hyeongjun can't pinpoint the location of these rodents. he lays down on his side, eyes jumping from box to box to catch something. then he lunges to peek underneath his bed. that’s where he successfully finds the perpetrators.

squeak squeak. tap tap tap.

the mice jump when noticing the large, soulful eyeballs peering above them. the feeling is fright at first, but it becomes excitement fairly quickly. the squad scrambles and reunites at the crack of his bedroom door, then they stare right at the boy. their movement conveys, "follow me."

it's fortunate to them that he catches on. tucking in his bare feet into a warm pair of slippers, he approaches the party who race away from his grasp. he's subconsciously eager to follow them.

hyeongjun finds himself back inside the drawing room, the boring blue boy waving at his reappearance. but the room is dark, and his inability to flicker on the lights leads him to wander the room in the dark. he's relying on the inkling that the mice have led him here, as well as the tiny patters scattering close by. one of them squeaks, prompting a symphony of others as they call him over.

the mice stand in front of the small door, sparing time for hyeongjun’s eyes to adjust to the pitch black room. his eyeballs greatly expand the moment they adjust and witness the band of critters slip through cracked wallpaper, squeezing into the door full of bricks. it's a magic trick that astonishes jun.

he's frantic to follow, and his heart skips with a fallen jaw at the colorful tunnel that greets him the moment the small door flies open. there's a faint feeling of unfamiliarity again; however, this time around he feels like a piece of metal against a magnet. rather than extracting himself from this horrifying foreign piece, his body remains glued to it. his eyes scan over every inch of the tunnel until they're led down another exit, from that point on impossible to make out just where exactly he'll be led to if he were to venture on.

fear creeps up on him, but it's hard to distinguish in the whirlwind of curiosity he's in. he’s not used to adventure, but rather comfort. weirdly, unfamiliarity feels faint too. so he begins to crawl.

the texture encapsulating him spreads a childish familiarity to his head, comfortable like nostalgia always provided. twinkling melodies surround him as he crawls with a shake, eyes studying the navy blue atmosphere beyond the material trapping him. he's certain that there's no end to the slate though, and setting loose into it may send him spiraling into an abyss of starry and eerie nothingness. he decides to continue down the tunnel, meeting a similar door to where he's entered. when he's finally through, everything feels similar. he's back at the drawing room.

burdened, he shakes his head as he lets off a slew of curse. this room is beginning to frustrate him, tugging at him like a pest. all it has is a stupid door and a line of snowglobes to accompany the sad, sad painting of a boy smiling at his ice cream-

that's a difference. easy to miss, but clogs his mouth at his keen notice.

he pulls himself up at the notice, hands fixing themselves into one another as his fingers intertwine anxiously. his first step barely sweeps past his leg, and he almost sends himself spiraling back down until he saves his footing with frantic attempts to balance. the feeling of fear has made itself evident now when he's already two steps in.

his heart thumps, trying its best to send him back down the tunnel he wandered through. but delicious aroma swirls fill his nose and distracts these attempts. it smells delicious, and more importantly, it smells familiar.

he follows the sound of sweet, melodic humming coming from the kitchen.

his feet come to a halt when he sees the figure. his hands disconnect, covering his mouth as his heart skyrockets in speed. his legs begin to wobble like an ancient building destined to collapse at the earth's strongest shock.

"mom?"

she spins around, a youthful smirk decorates her radiant skin as her songful hums come to a halt. her hair is jet black, movement is swift, high spirited. it's all different to how he knew the older women, yet one difference made itself the most evident.

those eyes of hers, once brown and soulful, were replaced with big black buttons. she has button eyes.

"you're just in time for dinner hyeongjun!"

"you..." jun almost chokes on his words, shock striking his words out of order like a bolt of lightning. "…you're not my mother..."

the figure's head tilts, "of course i'm not. i'm your other mother."

hyeongjun doesn't know if he should step back, but as long as a knife isn’t put against his throat he decides to stay. he stands still with his eyes scanning the setting. the kitchen is decorated to his childhood memory; photos of the family pinned up on nearby walls, a fridge with accents of alphabetical spellings he recalls playing with often. everything practically mirrors the world he once knew, everything but those damn button eyes.

he investigates, "i don't have have an other mother."

"of course you do! everyone has an other mother." she turns around, staring at the contents in her pan. "dinner is ready, so you should hurry and eat! there's a show the neighbors invited you to~"

hyeongjun sits down hesitantly. his nose catches scent of every food he could think of, a menu that mirrors the way his mother’s on special occasions such as birthdays and holidays. except this one is odd; the woman was not his mother. his knees anxiously bounce in place at the realization that he's hearing her voice, reliving a special memory after a long time. why does the world feel too vivid to dismiss as a dream? nonetheless jun sits with his wobbly knees, heart starting to creep up into his throat like he's bound to throw it up before his meal.

"i-i'm not um...hungry."

it's a lie. the image beholding him was one he's been craving for years: mother's cooking for special events in the family of 3. where she'd cook all his favorite meals with a bright smile cradling her gentle face. moving into the house, he hoped his brain could flicker these images to bring back those waves of happiness from the past. but this wasn't it. his mind feels like it's running laps in attempt to escape, yet it's unwillingly satisfied at the damned feelings of familiarity and nostalgia.

"okay~" she turns around, "then you should get going! you don’t wanna keep your friend waiting..."

an unnerving grin from the other mother accompanies jun to the door, where he meets a familiar childhood friend. the familiar brown locks of his is symbolically shiny enough for jun to recognize the boy even aged. his body fits into worn-down adolescent rocker clothes, rips brimming his jeans and some american band headlining his dark shirt. he's almost identical to his younger self, all except just a bit taller.

and that there are black buttons taking hold of his eyes.

"jiseok...?"

hyeongjun knows who he is, but he still speaks cautiously not knowing who exactly he is.

“haven’t you missed him, dear?” her high pitch voice tings at hyeongjun’s ears. “in this world, he’s just as you remembered him.”

hyeongjun’s head tilts, and his friend’s head mirrors. there’s a smile, but everything is hallow. everything is scary, everything is unfamiliar. his heart sinks when he’s finally realized what’s happening. a pinch is needed to pull him out this dream he dismissed so quickly, but when his other mother grabs his skin and pulls him outside the house, he’s only dragged deeper into this nightmare.

where the hell is he?

an artificial full moon decorates the sky, freckling stars scatter around. the trees are still, not a breeze trickles by. hyeongjun tries to blink away the daunting emotion of fear, but it occurs to him that he’s the only being here whose eyes could do so. his heart attempts to jump out of his body.

“the downstairs neighbors are waiting! go ahead now~”

jiseok begins to walk, but hyeongjun remains as still as his neighboring trees. he’s watching the other mother go stale, button eyes clean enough to reflect his horrified gaze. her smile is crooked, fake, and one that his real mother would never show. her fingers overlap one another politely, and as she goes idle they tap on her knuckles to a tempo. it’s an unnerving scene, one that doesn’t seem to have an end. that’s when jiseok’s cold hand takes junhan’s sweaty palms, dragging him down the stairs and onto the porch of their downstairs neighbors.

jun recalls it all. everything from the food, the friends, the shows. everything being illustrated reflects the old memories that he’s grown to miss. but here, everything is corrupted. the sky doesn’t seem real, the air feels denser, his friend’s hand is freezing like it belongs to a corpse. the pit in his stomach digs itself deeper like a twisting knife. he’s lost, confused, and scared. how can you take action when all these emotions paralyze you instead? when there’s no knowing if something sinister awaits your rebellious move, or even worse, waiting for you if you comply.

he grows closer to the decision that he needs to run, find that little door in the wall and never look back. but that’s when the neighbor’s door swings open, and two familiar piano players emerge with big, black button eyes.

[sunset-sprinkles]

This is going to be a long post. I have had so many new observation as re-watched the summer I turned pretty.

I have so many thoughts about Jeremiah X Belly ship - I have never been this obsessed the last time I watched it. Although everyone is entitled to their own opinions - this is entirely what I have felt.

I did sympathize with all of the three characters at some point of the time - to me neither of them had ever been a "red flag" and in some situations all of them have been one.

Conrad to Belly was a dream, a wish something she wanted to attain since forever. She had never seen him as a friend, though it was definitely not just a teenage crush it had depth too. It was a fantasy in mind that she wished was real- and this constant hope had built a version of Conrad already in her head who is the love of her life. But is this everything love has to Offer? NO!!

To understand her feelings better she had to have a fall out with both jer and Conrad. Conrad in real was not what existed in her dream (not in a bad way) but in a way that she had to fall away from him to realise that she would have never moved away from Conrad unless she actually had been with him once- because she had to choose between the one who she had wanted since forever and the one who she had budding feelings for .... And it was always going to be the first choice.

You know what friends to lovers have always been one of my favourite tropes. And Jer-Belly TRUELY gave that soulmatism vibe in season 2 (with no offense). She knew that the real love was scary isn't it, she said that to Taylor- but when she held his hand in the tower of terror she finally let go of her fear to embrace what felt true.

Jer for the total of season 1 had always always got eyes for Belly every every scene - from hugging her, appreciating her, pulling her to pools, being present on all her important times- the dance , the jokes , the fun. They had no guards between them- they didn't need to look or do a certain way to break the ice and to have the time of their lives with each other. It didn't began because she started looking pretty- remember when they both remember the time when jer stayed with her when she had cold and got infected later, it's then where it all began.

To me, they are the ship I am rooting for. The way they look at each other , understand each other- "oh I should definitely go with jer cause he is definitely scared but he won't admit"~ Belly. I saw in her eyes on the first pool kiss - she was definitely not meaning it for a pass time, with someone who has been her secret keeperbuddy, best friend throughout. Do you really think she would throw away that precious thing- just for a hook up? It wasn't meant so but when Conrad's offer came over she let her dream and fantasy win over the reality that she had been going through. What she had with Conrad was love too but with Jeremiah it's definitely soulmatism. To here I rest my case~ I don't know what is in store for season 3 but if the ending goes with the books ending - maybe I have to live in the ending of season 2 forever. Team JELLLY!!

[fiddles-ifs]

The Box is Open. THE BOX IS OPEN

A VERY MERRY GREENWARDEN HOLIDAY

Warden’s winter season is marked by Christmas lights and tinsel on phone poles, bright snowflakes in green and red and white lit up when the sun goes down. There’s even a few chanukiyot in shop windows, gelt sold in the grocery stores. It’s also fucking cold. 

The mountains freeze early. It’s been snowing since October up here, but it’s only just now been cold enough for the river to go solid, enough that there are kids daring each other to seal slide across when their parents aren’t looking. They wear layers of socks on their hands, four coats and as many pairs of jeans, and little toboggans with puffs of color at their crowns or WVU stitched on their foreheads. You smile, shake your head, and breathe warm air into your numb fingers. It’s better than hurricane season in Florida, at least.

Devin and Nazeri sent you out to get last-minute groceries, things that they were too busy bickering to remember. They’ve set aside their differences -- mostly -- to keep the holiday somewhat calm. It’s still Irish Christmas at Devin’s house, though. Utter chaos.

The bags are heavy in your hands. You’ve gotten offers from a few, cautious Wardenites to hop in their car and they’ll drive you up the holler, but you’ve declined every time. You kind of like the walk now. It’s brisk, you get to see the decorations, and the eerie cracking of river ice as it thaws and refreezes is oddly peaceful.

You pass under the boughs of branches, and the whispers start. The steady pressure on the back of your skull. A shiver rolls down your spine.

...calm...

You stop on the trail, head tilted, straining to listen. Your ears rumble with blood.

...happy...

...Nothing.

You roll your shoulders and shake the tension from your head, a huff of hot air crystalizing and dissipating. The pressure subsides, just a bit, but noticeable. A contented big cat curling up for a nap. You walk a little faster down the trail.

Devin’s foyer is welcome warmth, Dean Martin’s crooner voice blaring through the TV speakers. It smells like God. Your mouth immediately gets sloppy wet, and when you walk into the kitchen to set the bags down, you already see Devin threatening Trace with a wooden spoon.

“Go on! Git!”

She scampers, muttley laughing, one of Devin’s homemade bread rolls in her mouth. Nazeri is on savory duty, reading over Devin’s recipe book.

“Are you sure I should put cumin in this?” He asks. Devin eyes him from whatever batter they’re whipping into shape.

“I’m sure.”

“I just think cardamom would be better-”

“I have stuff,” you haul the grocery bags onto the kitchen island before another fight kicks up. Both of them light up at the sight of you. Bautista pokes her head from around the overstuffed chair. She’s curled around a hot cup of coffee. The monstrously huge stack of firewood by the fireplace and her cherry red nose tells you all you need to know about what she’s been up to. You ask anyway.

“They won’t let me in the kitchen,” she says.

“Because you’re bud luck,” Devin rifles through the bags and pulls out produce, spices, and booze under Trace’s watchful eye. “She managed to burn rice. Rice!”

“Is that what happened while I was gone?” You chuckle. Not that you’re much better -- you have the sneaking suspicion Devin and Nazeri sent you to the store to get you out of the house. Otherwise, you’d be causing even more chaos. All of you woke up early this morning to make breakfast and get dinner done before Polar Express comes on this evening, and Devin quickly chased all but Nazeri out of the kitchen because the rest of you are functionally useless with anything but coffee makers and microwaves. Now, dinner is in its last vestiges.

You ladle a little eggnog into a cup and sip, casting around at the Kwanzaa kinara, the nativity scene, and Bautista’s dinky little handmade parols. Trace made paper snowflakes and plastered them to the walls with Scotch tape. She has her ear next to the speaker, quietly tapping away with her finger. It feels strangely like family. It’s not a feeling you’ve felt for years. Something stings, and something balms a wound.

You hide your face behind your mug for a bit.

You manage to slip in somehow, pre-rinsing dishes and running the dishwasher. It lessens the load a little, while Bautista and Trace play ninja in the living room. Sometimes you tag in. Trace wins. You and Bautista take bets on who would win at the game -- Nazeri or Trace; Devin chimes in with a five dollar wager, and then it’s on.

The ninja game lasts until Devin serves dinner for everyone. You curl up by the nativity scene with a plate of roast chicken, lumpia, tahdig. A second round of mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans. A little bit of pie, a little bit of ice cream. You eat until your stomach hurts and your eyes droop, curled with hot chocolate. Even Nazeri and Devin are laughing at each others jokes.

Polar Express is an uglier movie than you remember, but it sparks a nostalgic part of you. None of you do Noche Buena -- Devin and Nazeri don’t celebrate, Trace doesn’t know what it is, and Bautista can’t stay awake too long. She’s got a two hour drive tomorrow to catch morning mass at the nearest Catholic church. Habits. If she doesn’t get a solid six hours, she won’t wake up.

You swallow a yawn beside Devin on the couch.

“Thanks for doing this for us,” you mutter, everyone enraptured by Tom Hanks’ eclectic hot chocolate burlesque.

“Sure,” they say, “you’re family now, pretty much.”

You can’t really argue. Not tonight, anyway.

It feels good to be family.

[outrunningthedark]

wait we didnt get any major buddie scenes in the fall finale last year except for the looks between eddie and buck when eddie told the 118 he was leaving thanks to brenna (so i wonder what she did for us with tomorrow's mid season finale)

I'm gonna be honest. I've reached a point where, though I am happy to see certain names as writer or director because I believe they will bring their A-game, having them in charge doesn't automatically make me prepare for an upcoming Buddie/Buckley-Diaz moment that will actually matter for the future. And yes, I only started feeling this way while watching these last two seasons. Lyndsey was a co-writer on 5x10, a BT episode. Coto wrote and directed 6x02, which had Buck wanting to find the key to happiness that could somehow lead to Buddie, but there wasn't Buddie content to point at and say "He did it again!" & then Andrew wrote 6x08, where we got Buck's hesitation over Christopher "dating", but it was also a far cry from how we started 6x01, you know? (I am not gonna get into the false idea that this is a "Kristen" thing. If Tim doesn't think these episodes need to be about Buddie, then they aren't gonna be about Buddie. I'm sure he and Kristen at least TALK about what she's doing over there.) As far as Brenna is concerned, her pattern has been directing one substantial Buddie interaction (as in, a scene not involving other people) in each episode: 4x04 -> gym convo - Eddie attempts to validate Buck's anger towards his parents 4x13 -> the shooting, obviously 5x04 -> balcony scene - "you're the guy who likes to fix things", Eddie joking about Chim possibly not forgiving Buck (to which Buck smiled!), "ice goes on the eye, bud." 5x10 -> Buddie discuss Christopher's nightmare about Shannon, Buck tells Eddie it's not his fault Christopher is having a hard time Will we have more of the same on Monday? Only she knows for sure.

[royalbharti]

Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties 2024

Mathura is known for its rich history, vibrant culture, and, perhaps most delightfully, its sweet-making tradition. Nestled in the heart of this historic city is the beloved Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties, Bhartimithaiwala, an establishment that has been crafting delectable treats for decades.

If you’re a sweet lover, foodie, or local tourist, this blog post will take you on a delicious journey through the flavors, stories, and traditions that make this shop a must-visit.

The Sweet Legacy of Mathura

Mathura has a long-standing reputation as a hub for traditional Indian sweets. This legacy is a testament to the city’s dedication to preserving age-old recipes and techniques.

At the heart of this tradition is the Mathura sweets shop, which has been serving the community with love and authenticity for generations.

The shop was founded by a passionate sweet maker who began his journey with his grandmother’s recipes. These recipes, passed down through the generations, have become the backbone of the shop’s offerings. The use of seasonal ingredients adds a unique touch to each sweet, making every visit a new experience.

Unveiling Seasonal Specialties

One of the most enchanting aspects of the Mathura sweets shop is its rotating menu of seasonal specialties. Each season brings a new array of flavors, colors, and textures that reflect the changing landscape of Mathura. These specialties are not only a treat for the taste buds but also a celebration of the region’s agricultural bounty.

Winter Delights

In the chill of winter, customers can look forward to the warmth and richness of sweets like Gajar ka Halwa. Made from fresh, locally sourced carrots, this dessert is slow-cooked to perfection with ghee, milk, and a hint of cardamom. It’s a favorite among locals and tourists alike, eagerly awaited every year.

Also Read:Top 10 things to do in Vrindavan during the festivals

Spring Sensations

Spring brings a burst of freshness with sweets like Mango Kalakand. This delightful treat combines the creaminess of fresh cheese with the tropical sweetness of ripe mangoes. The vibrant yellow color and the subtle hint of saffron make it a feast for the eyes and the palate.

Summer Indulgences

Summer is the season for cool, refreshing sweets like Kesar Pista Kulfi. This traditional Indian ice cream is made with rich, creamy milk, flavored with saffron and pistachios. It’s the perfect way to beat the heat and enjoy a taste of summer.

Autumn Offerings

Autumn ushers in the festival season, and with it, a variety of festive sweets like Motichoor Ladoo. These tiny, melt-in-your-mouth balls are made from fine chickpea flour and soaked in sugar syrup, creating a sweet symphony of flavors that’s hard to resist.

Also Read:Travel tips for visiting Mathura and Vrindavan in the monsoon

Behind the Scenes at Mathura Sweets Shop

The magic of the Mathura sweets shop lies not just in its products but also in the meticulous process that goes into making them. Each sweet is crafted with care and precision, from sourcing the freshest ingredients to following time-honored recipes.

Every morning, the shop’s team begins their day by selecting the best local produce. Whether it’s fresh carrots for the winter halwa or ripe mangoes for the spring kalakand, quality is never compromised.

These ingredients are then transformed into mouth-watering sweets through a blend of traditional techniques and modern innovations.

The commitment to excellence is evident in every step of the process. The sweets are cooked to perfection, carefully packaged, and presented beautifully to ensure that each customer receives a product that’s as delightful to look at as it is to eat.

The Customer Experience

What sets the Mathura sweets shop apart is its warm hospitality and the sense of community it fosters. The shop is not just a place to buy sweets; it’s a gathering spot for locals and tourists alike.

The friendly staff, the inviting atmosphere, and the tantalizing aroma of fresh sweets create an experience that’s both memorable and comforting.

One of the shop’s most cherished traditions is its role in local festivals. Whether it’s providing sweets for a community gathering or participating in a cultural event, the shop is an integral part of Mathura’s social fabric.

This connection to the community is a source of pride and a testament to the shop’s enduring legacy.

Regular customers often share heartwarming stories about their experiences at the shop. From childhood memories of visiting with grandparents to the excitement of discovering a new seasonal specialty, these stories highlight the shop’s significance in the lives of many.

A Sweet Invitation

Bhartimithaiwala is more than just a sweet shop; it’s a must-visit destination where tradition, flavor, and community blend seamlessly. With a commitment to locally sourced ingredients and traditional recipes, this place offers a warm and inviting atmosphere.

If you’re a sweet lover or a foodie seeking an authentic culinary experience, make sure to visit Bhartimithaiwala today! Explore seasonal specialties, dive into the rich history, and create unforgettable memories with each delicious bite.

Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties is a shining example of how traditional sweet-making can thrive in today’s world. By staying true to its roots while continually innovating, the shop offers a unique and delightful experience for all who visit.

Whether you’re indulging in a winter Gajar ka Halwa, savoring a spring Mango Kalakand, cooling off with a summer Kesar Pista Kulfi, or celebrating with autumn’s Motichoor Ladoo, every visit to Mathura sweets shop is a celebration of flavor, tradition, and community.

Visit Mathura sweets shop and experience the magic for yourself. Taste the tradition, feel the warmth, and become a part of a sweet legacy that continues to bring joy to all who enter.

Conclusion for Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties

In conclusion, the Mathura sweets shop, known as bhartimithaiwala, with its seasonal specialties, stands as a testament to the beauty of tradition and innovation in sweet-making. With each season unveiling new delights, bhartimithaiwala continues to attract sweet lovers from far and wide.

By embracing the local culture and the agricultural abundance of the region, Mathura sweets shop ensures that every visit is not just a purchase but an experience filled with nostalgia and warmth.

Whether it’s a winter favourite or a summer refresher, the shop’s commitment to quality and community connection is truly unmatched. We invite you to immerse yourself in this sweet legacy and relish the flavours that tell a story with every bite.

FAQs

What types of seasonal specialties can I find at Mathura sweets shop?

Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties offers a variety of treats that change with the seasons, including Gajar ka Halwa in winter and Mango Kalakand in spring.

Do you use locally sourced ingredients at Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties?

Yes, Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties prides itself on using locally sourced ingredients for all its sweets, ensuring freshness and quality.

Can I order seasonal specialties from Mathura sweets shop for special occasions?

Absolutely! Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties caters to special events, so you can enjoy your favourite treats at celebrations.

Is there a specific time of year to visit Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties for the best selection?

Each season brings its own delightful offerings, making it worthwhile to visit Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties year-round for the best selection.

What makes Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties unique?

Mathura sweets shop with seasonal specialties uniquely combines traditional recipes with the freshest ingredients, creating an authentic and memorable sweet experience for everyone. Read more>>

[icecreamdelights]

Exploring the Iconic Ice Cream Trucks in Melbourne: A Delicious Journey

Introduction:

Melbourne, a city renowned for its culinary delights, has a vibrant ice cream truck culture that adds a touch of nostalgia and delights to the local food scene. These whimsical and colourful trucks roaming the streets of Melbourne offer a delectable range of frozen treats, enticing locals and tourists alike. In this article, we embark on a delicious journey to explore Melbourne's iconic ice cream trucks, uncovering their history, popular flavours, and the joy they bring to the community.

History and Evolution of Ice Cream Trucks in Melbourne:

Ice cream trucks have been cherished in Melbourne's culinary landscape for decades. These mobile dessert vendors have a rich history, from simple carts selling ice cream on the streets. Over time, the concept evolved, and purpose-built ice cream trucks took to the roads, equipped with freezers and musical chimes to attract customers. These trucks have become cultural icons, representing a fusion of tradition and innovation in the ice cream industry.

Captivating Flavors and Unique Creations:

One of the highlights of Melbourne's ice cream trucks is the wide array of captivating flavours and unique creations they offer. From classic favourites like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry to more adventurous choices like salted caramel, matcha green tea, and avocado, these trucks cater to diverse palates and preferences. Many ice cream truck vendors take pride in their ability to craft artisanal and homemade ice cream, using high-quality ingredients and innovative flavour combinations that tantalize taste buds.

Local Artisans and Collaborations:

Melbourne's ice cream truck scene goes beyond traditional offerings, as it celebrates collaborations with local artisans and businesses. Some trucks team up with local chocolatiers, pastry chefs, and coffee roasters to create exclusive ice cream flavours that showcase the city's culinary expertise. These collaborations result in delectable creations that blend the unique flavours of Melbourne, such as a coffee-infused ice cream topped with handmade chocolate shards from a local chocolatier.

Embracing Dietary Preferences:

In response to the growing demand for dietary alternatives, ice cream trucks in Melbourne have embraced inclusivity by offering options for various dietary preferences. Vegan-friendly and dairy-free alternatives have become increasingly common, allowing those with lactose intolerance or following a plant-based lifestyle to enjoy the frozen delights. These alternative options often utilize coconut, almond, or other plant-based ingredients to create creamy and flavorful treats.

Unique Experiences and Community Engagement:

Beyond the delectable treats they offer, ice cream trucks in Melbourne create unique experiences that foster community engagement. They often participate in local events, festivals, and markets, becoming beloved fixtures that bring joy to people of all ages. The vibrant and eye-catching designs of the trucks, coupled with the jingles that play as they approach, create an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation. Families gather around these mobile dessert havens, sharing laughter and creating cherished memories.

Sustainability and Environmental Consciousness:

In recent years, there has been a growing emphasis on sustainability and environmental consciousness in the food industry. Ice cream trucks in Melbourne have responded to this shift by adopting eco-friendly practices. Some trucks use biodegradable packaging materials, source locally grown ingredients to reduce carbon footprint and implement waste reduction strategies. These sustainability efforts not only align with the values of the community but also contribute to the overall well-being of the environment.

Supporting Local Businesses and Artisans:

Consumers actively support local businesses and artisans by patronizing ice cream trucks in Melbourne. Many ice cream truck vendors collaborate with local suppliers, using locally sourced ingredients to create delightful frozen treats. This support fosters a sense of community and strengthens the local economy, showcasing the city's vibrant culinary landscape and the talents of its artisans.

Conclusion:

Exploring Melbourne's iconic ice cream trucks is a delicious journey that unveils a world of flavours, creativity, and community engagement. These mobile dessert destinations have become cherished symbols of joy and culinary craftsmanship. Whether indulging in classic flavours or discovering innovative creations, the ice cream trucks of Melbourne offer an immersive experience that delights the senses and creates lasting memories. So, the next time you hear the familiar jingle of an ice cream truck in Melbourne, embrace the opportunity to embark on a delicious adventure and savour the frozen delights that make this city unique.

[gashinabts]

anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him. 

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence. 

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

----

As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress. 

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom. 

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you. 

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps. 

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look. 

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down. 

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits. 

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them. 

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin. 

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs. 

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance. 

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh. 

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip. 

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers. 

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection. 

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration. 

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this. 

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family. 

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it. 

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?” 

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly. 

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek. 

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile. 

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Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room. 

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you. 

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions. 

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

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“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat.  Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing. 

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again. 

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

 It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself. 

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same.  Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance. 

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you. 

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold. 

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.” 

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you. 

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself. 

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

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Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

This makes me laugh because the scene I was reviewing right before watching this episode was in season 3 when Eddie gets Buck out of bed, right?

And now he's all "ice goes on the eye, bud."

And I just

I'm seeing a pattern

Eddie's love language is caretaking. It just is

[starkvling]

this buddie scene but with that tiktok trend

"ice goes in the eye bud" 🥺❤

[capseycartwright]

one of these days you'll realise what you mean to me

maybe he wasn’t fully ready for it – maybe eddie never would be. But that week, he saw a girl lose her best friend in the entire world, and eddie wasn’t ready to lose buck.

- or, an extension of that balcony scene from 5x04, where buck and eddie finally talk about the shooting, and how maybe they do love each other as more than just best friends.

ao3 link

“Ice goes on the eye, bud,” Eddie drawled, leaning against the balcony as he took a swig of his beer. Buck’s eye looked grim, but the damage was superficial, Eddie had quickly realised – the bruising would need some ice and arnica for a couple of days, and it would be fine again. Buck’s confidence might take a little longer to bounce back, as would his relationship with Chimney – but they were family, at the end of the day, and everything would be fine. That’s how things worked, at the 118 – Eddie had realised that, early on in his time at the firehouse – they would fight, and bitch, but at the end of the day, they were still family.

That’s what family meant, after all – despite your mistakes, they still loved you, still welcomed you with open arms. Eddie was all too aware that there were times where Bobby could have kicked him out the front door and told him not to come back – the street fighting, for one – but forgiveness was always given freely, in their house. It was part of what made it a very special place to work.

Buck sighed, but held the ice to his eye, wincing at the cold. They sat, in silence for a few minutes, before Buck spoke again. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, then? Or am I going to have to force you to talk to me?”

Eddie glanced at his best friend and couldn’t help but swallow a smile. He’d never had a best friend like Buck, before – someone who knew him so well, he could tell when Eddie was feeling off, regardless of how well Eddie thought he might be hiding it. Buck was the kind of friend Eddie had never imagined having; the kind of friend you could call in the middle of the night, when you needed help, the kind of friend you could ask for help running errands, and the kind of friend you could sit with, like this, and talk. He and Buck had fun – of course they did. They hung out, and went rock climbing, and went to the gym, and they were working their way through a list of cafés and restaurants in Los Angeles they wanted to visit – but that was normal friendship. This, the relationship they shared, it was deeper than anything Eddie had ever experienced in his life.

He was lucky.

“I…” Eddie trailed off, pressing his lips to the cool glass of the beer bottle, the wet condensation welcome, against his dry lips. “I can’t stop thinking about those girls,” he admitted, mind wandering back to their previous shift. They’d had plenty of bad shifts, over Eddie’s career in firefighting – shifts he’d like to forget, shifts that lingered long after they were over – but yesterday had been one of the worst in a while.

The calls with kids always were.

Buck made a sympathetic noise. “You know that wasn’t your fault – or Hen’s,” he reassured. “Anyone would have made that mistake.”

Eddie knew that – really, he did. It was a mass casualty scene, and they had done their best to identify victims in a chaotic scene. But knowing all that didn’t make Eddie feel all that much better. Watching those parents go from relieved their daughter was hurt, but okay, to finding out their daughter had died – Eddie never wanted to see that again. That kind of grief, it was the kind of grief you could feel, the kind that radiated in waves and settled deep in your bones, the kind of grief that weighed heavy on you long after you finished a shift. They tried, to leave work behind at work, but some days, that grief followed you home.

“I know,” he admitted. “It’s just – it’s just kids, man.”

He knew he didn’t have to explain – not really. Buck knew why calls with kids were always the ones that ripped Eddie inside out, because he knew that Eddie just saw Christopher, whenever they were on a call with a kid.

(Eddie knew Buck saw Christopher, too.)

Buck gave him a sympathetic look. “Kids are hard,” he agreed, eyes shining as he spoke. “There’s just – there’s nothing you can say, really.”

Eddie hummed his agreement. “There’s just – so much life, that kid is going to miss out on, now,” he tried to voice his feelings – he wasn’t the best at it, really, but with Buck, he wanted to try, he wanted to make Buck understand why his head was so twisted up. If he could make Buck understand, then Buck could help, usually.

Buck nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed, quiet for a second. “It’s too young, man.”

“I just – I can’t even think about it,” Eddie admitted, the mere idea of anything ever happening to Christopher making him feel like his chest was collapsing in on itself. He read, once, that having a child was like walking around with your heart outside of your body. It was cringey, maybe, but it was true – it was a feeling Eddie found hard to describe, but it felt as though his heart had gotten bigger, when Christopher was born, and every day he got to love his bright, brilliant son, it got a little bigger again. If anything ever happened to Chris, Eddie’s heart would simply fail – he was certain of it.

Buck set the bag of ice aside, getting out of his chair, and crossing the balcony quickly, enveloping Eddie in a tight hug. “Don’t think about it,” he murmured softly, holding Eddie tightly enough that it felt like Eddie was about to break in two – and somehow, it was comforting, to have someone hold him like this, as though Buck was holding Eddie together.

He –

Eddie found it hard to let himself want this, want to be held, but there and then, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Buck’s waist, the material of Buck’s sweatshirt soft under Eddie’s fingers as he clung to it tightly, tears burning in the back of his eyes.

The kids – the kids always hurt.

The fact they were best friends, made it even worse – and that was the part Eddie was struggling to voice. He opened his mouth, to try and explain, but all that came out of Eddie was a choked sob, tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, Eddie – Eddie, it’s okay,” Buck said, in that soft, gentle voice he usually reserved for Christopher, or Jee, strong hands rubbing long, slow circles across Eddie’s back, letting Eddie cry into the crook of his shoulder. “Christopher is okay, I promise. It’s okay.”

Eddie knew Christopher was okay – Christopher was at school, and he was in science class, right now (because listen, Eddie tried not to be a helicopter dad – but he definitely had Christopher’s class schedule programmed into his phone, and he checked it, every so often, to see where Christopher was, and to imagine what kind of day his son was having) and he was probably having a better day than Eddie was, in that minute.

But it wasn’t that, that was making Eddie so upset.

He pulled back slightly, aware of how horribly snotty, and upset he probably looked to Buck, there and then. “They were best friends,” he blurted out, another hiccupping sob escaping his throat.

“What?” Buck’s look of confusion was probably justified.

“The girls,” Eddie gestured vaguely. “They were best friends, Buck.”

Buck’s face immediately softened. “I didn’t – I didn’t know.”

“Their parents said it, at the hospital,” Eddie didn’t want to let Buck go, and so he decided to indulge, clinging to his best friends’ waist, as though it was the only thing keeping him upright (and honestly -n it probably was. “They’d been best friends since grade school, and I can’t stop thinking about it – like, maybe they were planning to go to college together, and they – they were probably each other’s person, you know? And I just – I keep thinking about how that would feel, if I ever lost you, Buck, and I don’t think I could survive it.”

Buck was crying now, a few stray tears escaping the corner of his eyes. It must be hurting the bruising, Eddie realised – but he couldn’t stop now, not now he’d started.

“You are my best friend in the entire world,” Eddie continued. “I just – you’re my person, Buck, and the idea of having to go through the rest of my life without you, like that girl is going to have to do now, kills me.”

Buck was suddenly hugging him a little tighter, again, voice low as he murmured in Eddie’s ear. “Don’t think about it, then.”

“How can I not?” Eddie sounded almost hysterical – he certainly felt hysterical. “I have watched you almost die so many times, Buck – and I’d never ask you to change, ever, but we work a job where we run into burning buildings for a living and how am I supposed to just never imagine my life without you when – when it could happen?”

Buck pulled back, again; brow furrowed. “You don’t think I worry about the same things, Eddie?”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably. “You’d survive it, if I was gone,” he shook his head. “I wouldn’t.”

He couldn’t look at Buck – not after making that admission. He was sure, that Buck would manage to rebuild his life, if Eddie was gone, but Eddie would never; he’d be a shell, a ghost of a man for the rest of his life if he had to live without Buck.

“Eddie.”

If Eddie looked at Buck right now, he’d break.

“Eddie, look at me, please.”

And well, Eddie had always been helpless to do anything except what he was asked, if Buck said please. He forced his gaze to move from where it had been fixed on the exterior wall of Buck’s apartment, looking properly at Buck again. His best friends’ eyes were wide, blue and shining with unshed tears, and he looked – almost offended, actually.

“If you died, Eddie,” Buck began, hands moving to Eddie’s shoulders, almost as if to hold him in place. “I would never get over it.”

You would, you would, you would – Buck would live a long, happy life, Eddie was sure of it.

“Do you even realise how crazy I got, when you got shot?”

Eddie couldn’t help the way he froze. “Buck, don’t.”

“No, Eddie, we have to talk about it,” Buck shook his head. “We’ve avoided talking about it for five months, now, and we need to talk about it – because it’s eating you up, Eddie, and you’re not okay, and I want you to be okay. I want to be okay – not for me, not for Christopher, for yourself. You don’t – you don’t have to pretend you’re okay. Not with me.”

Eddie had done the mandated therapy. He’d gone to Frank, and he’d told the man he didn’t remember much – the feeling of the bullet ripping through his shoulder, sure, but the rest came in flashes. That hadn’t been a lie – but maybe Eddie hadn’t been so honest about how clear those flashes were, how distinct the memories could be, sometimes.

“You crawled under the truck to get me,” Eddie managed. “I was dying, and you saved me.”

“You weren’t dying,” Buck said, and it didn’t take a genius to realise that Buck didn’t believe his own words.

“I was dying,” Eddie repeated, because he had been – he had felt the life draining from his body, blood pouring out onto the street, and he’d thought this was it, that he’d finally used up his luck and Eddie Diaz had met his end. “I was dying, and you risked your life to save me. Why?”

Buck swallowed thickly. “Why? Eddie – how can you even ask me that?”

Eddie stayed quiet.

“Eddie, I love you,” and the words came as such a shock that Eddie couldn’t help the way he froze, Buck’s grip on his shoulders suffocating, all of a sudden. “I love you because you’re my best friend, in the entire world,” Buck explained. “And I’m in love with you, Eddie. I’m so in love with you I don’t know what to do with the feeling, sometimes – it’s like there’s so much of it, I could burst.”

Eddie was shaking. He was definitely shaking.

“Eddie, I couldn’t live the rest of my life without you and just be fine,” Buck shook his head. “Because you’re the love of my life,” he said, as though it was that simple, as though it was that easy to know if someone was the one, this mythical perfect person that Hollywood sold you as being the thing you’re searching for to fill out the emptiness you carry around with you.

“Buck.”

“If you don’t love me back, that’s okay,” Buck said, using the end of his sleeve to wipe at the worst of Eddie’s tears. “But I think you do, Eddie.”

Of course – of course, Eddie loved him back. Eddie loved Buck so much and it fucking terrified him, every single day. He’d dated Ana and tried to make her fit into his life, and there had never been room for her, not when Buck was already the partner he wanted. No, Ana was never going to work out – not when Buck had already infiltrated every aspect of Eddie’s life and made a home there, and Eddie had always been powerless to do anything except let Buck have every single piece of him.

Almost every single piece.

Something had changed between them, after the shooting – as though the experience had made them both realise what they had been refusing to acknowledge for so long – but clearly, Buck was more comfortable with it than Eddie managed to be.

“It’d be good, if you said something,” Buck tried to joke, his nerves clear. “If you wanted.”

“I do love you,” and God, if those words weren’t terrifying to say out-loud, for the first time. As deep as his friendship with Buck had always been, they’d never said I love you to each other. Eddie had convinced himself, for a long time, that it was because the words had never needed to be said, that they went unspoken – but he was realising, there and then, that they had never said the words because they had always meant more than either of them had been ready to admit.

“Why do you make that sound like it’s a problem?” Buck questioned.

“Because,” Eddie shook his head. “I’m a mess, Buck,” he sighed. “I – I’m a single father, I’ve got PTSD and lately, it takes everything I have to get out of bed and pretend to be normal so that I can – that I can do my job and feed my kid and get through another day. I can’t ask you to love me, with all that going on.”

“I don’t love you because you’re perfect, Eddie,” Buck said, and Eddie managed to gather himself together enough to feign offence. “I love you because you’re you, Eds. You – you’re an incredible father,” he said, firm enough in his words that Eddie couldn’t argue back. “And you’ve been through so much, in your life, and you still work this job where you save other people. I just – I wish you’d give yourself that same care and attention you give your patients, because you deserve that too.”

“I – I don’t…”

“You aren’t less deserving of love because you’re struggling, Eddie,” Buck said. “I – I mean, listen, my brother-in-law sucker punched me because I made a pretty massive fuck-up, because I can’t see Maddie as anything other than the person who raised me, even though she’s struggling,” he paused, for a second. “I’m in therapy – and I will be for a long time yet, because I’m pretty sure the insecurities and abandonment issues my parents saddled me are going to take a lifetime to get over. Do you love me any less, because of all that?”

Eddie shook his head. “Of course – of course not, Buck.”

“Then believe me when I say I love you, Eddie,” Buck said. “And I want to be in this mess – and whatever the next mess might be – with you.”

Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that hiccupped out of his throat. “How – how are you so fucking perfect?” he couldn’t help but ask, wonder evident in his voice. He’s not sure what he did to deserve the sincerity and the love that Buck was giving him so freely, but the selfish part of him wanted to take it and never share it with anyone else.

“I’m not,” Buck shook his head. “But neither are you; and we don’t need to be. I just – you said I’m your person, Eddie.”

Eddie nodded. He wasn’t – he wasn’t very good with words. He wasn’t a particularly poetic man, and he struggled, to voice his feelings out loud, so he was never going to be particularly good at the grand love confessions – but Buck was his person. Buck was the person Eddie wanted to come home to, every night, and the person he wanted to wake up to, every morning, and he was the person that Eddie wanted to do the fun, and boring, and exciting, and mundane things in life with.

“You’re my person, too,” Buck said, and the words were so simple, but they meant more than Eddie could even begin to comprehend. Love had never been a sure thing, for Eddie – his relationship with Shannon had been passionate, and messy, and nothing about it had ever been sure, and they’ve loved and left each other so many times that Eddie had lost count. Ana had been certain, but in a way that had always felt so wrong – as though being with her had been a performance, something Eddie was forcing himself to do, so that he could build a picture perfect family and prove to the world that he wasn’t traumatised; no, Eddie was fine and he was normal and Ana had supported that fantasy where Eddie could present himself to the world as a cool and collected guy, with a good job, a son, and a girlfriend.

Buck was – Buck was a sure thing, in a totally new way. Buck had stayed, through every hardship, every fight, every misunderstanding. Even when they weren’t talking, for a while, somewhere, somehow, deep down, Eddie knew that Buck would always come back to him, because that was sort of just what they did – they had each other’s backs. It was a promise they’d made in jest in an empty carpark, the broken pieces of what was once an ambulance scattered around them, but it had come to mean so much more, in the years since.

Buck was certainty, amongst all the chaos of the world Eddie found himself trying to navigate.

“I love you,” Eddie managed to say, sounding less regretful, this time, because maybe – maybe he did deserve to be loved, messes and all. Maybe – maybe he could have this, have Buck, and Buck could help him figure the rest of it all out.

Buck’s smile was utterly fucking blinding, and he leaned in to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie would be lying, if he said he didn’t melt into the embrace, hands gripping tightly to Buck’s waist, still. “Mm,” Buck joked, as he pulled back. “Salty.”

Eddie couldn’t hold back his laughter, the sound wet as he wiped roughly at his eyes. “Shut up, you asshole,” he said, no heat to his words. “You could have let me wash my face, before you kissed me. Now our first kiss is always going to be salty.”

Buck grinned, pulling Eddie close to his chest again, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head – and oh, Eddie could enjoy that height difference. “It’ll be memorable,” he promised, and he sounded as emotionally wrung out as Eddie felt, there and then, the two of them having spilled their guts on Buck’s balcony, beers long since forgotten. It was only the beginning, Eddie realised – there was so much they needed to talk about still, about the shooting, and all that came before, and after it, but for now –

Well, for now, Eddie just mostly wanted to hug his best friend.

“I am always going to fight to come home to you,” Buck said, echoing words that felt so familiar to Eddie. “And one day, we’re going to be sad old men, sitting on our front porch and waiting for Christopher to come visit, and I’m going to remind you of this, Eddie – because I promise you, I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not going anywhere, and we’re going to be fine.”

For the first time, Eddie thinks he might believe Buck.

Reaching for the slowly melting ice, Eddie directed Buck to the outdoor couch that lived on Buck’s balcony, hesitating for a second before he sat on Buck’s lap, holding the ice to the younger man’s eye. It took Buck a second to react, but he did, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and holding him steady as he relaxed into the couch cushions, eyes fluttering closed as he let Eddie take care of him. There had always been a line, neither of them had been willing to cross, a physical distance between them that had stopped either one of them from giving in to what had lingered between them for so long, stopped them from doing this before they were ready and making a spectacular mess of it all.

But now, sitting this close to Buck, close enough that Eddie could count the regularity of the other man’s breathing, every piece of Buck’s body gravitating towards Eddie’s, Eddie never wanted to put that physical distance between them again.

Maybe he wasn’t fully ready for it – maybe Eddie never would be. But that week, he saw a girl lose her best friend in the entire world, and Eddie wasn’t ready to lose Buck – and he had always, always been ready to love him.

“I love you,” Buck breathed, eyes still closed. The words came so easily, for Buck, that it made Eddie’s heart soar.

Eddie hummed, pressing a kiss to Buck’s good eye. “I love you too.”

(And the rest –

The rest they could figure out.)

[fangirl-everythang]

Smoke Break C. T. H.

Summary: At Calums' party he leaves for a smoke, y/n joining him later on. Some rando pukes on y/n leaving the two to get away. He maybe receives a gift.

Warnings: Swearing, Sex, Oral sex, smoking, mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 3475

Calum's POV

Who the hell are these people? It's a party for me and I know no one here. Fucking great, Oh yeah mate, trust me it's gonna be HUGE. You'll love it. This is the last time I listen to Ashton. Do I look like I'm fucking having a great time?

We need to get him a girlfriend. They all tell me I need to settle but I'm known as the lone wolf it never works with the lifestyle we have. Well somehow Luke and Michael make it work but to me it's exhausting.

"Aye mate, having fun?" I turn to see dyed hair and I know it's Michael.

"It's fine." I huff as someone shouts happy birthday once more. I see Roy across the way with some chick and he shrugs at me. I would've just preferred to go see Mali but she's always busy now. I just look at Michael while taking a sip of the beer in my cup I've been on this one since this shit of a party started.

"It could be worse you know? You could-" He's interrupted by Crystal who leans up and whispers in his ear he nods and begins to grab her hand. "We're gonna head out she's not feeling well." He gives me a sympathetic smile. "Happy birthday." is all he says when they begin to leave the room. Welp, there goes another friend.

I haven't seen Ashton since the party started and Luke definitely is getting it in with Sierra right now. Literally, all over each other, it's truly disgusting if you asked me. Deciding to move away from this wall I head to the kitchen to throw this drink away, taste watered down because of the ice. Pushing through the moving bodies and the lights everywhere, I dump that shit in the sink. Ashton comes my way trailing a girl behind him, "There you are! Y/n showed up?" I see the hair of a girl just talking to someone who's just come behind her.

Y/n has been around us for a while. I don't know when but our friendship started after we met at a party. She was waiting for Arzylea to join her when we started talking. Next thing you know she was a part of our inner circle. Not gonna lie, She's my favorite person in the group. Everyone thought that when Arz and Luke broke up, she would leave too but she's still here. And she keeps that group chat very entertaining shall I say. We've hung out a few times, with her it's different though. I don't feel the need to be THE Calum Hood bass player for 5SOS, she knew of me but cared more for the person I was. She asked questions even though she knew the answers. I just felt relaxed with her. As more people entered the kitchen, I go to the back porch where I don't see anyone. There are too many people and I don't even want to think about how to clean this up. Pulling a cigarette from the pack I just let the smoke fill my lungs and slowly exhale while leaning against the siding of the house.

"You know that's an awfully bad habit you have Hood." The familiar voice speaks, forcing me to open my eyes.

I chuckle, "Why aren't you enjoying the party?" I ask her.

"Come on you know that's not my scene." I nod silently agreeing. She looks stunning, the way her dress hugs her body, she's so effortlessly flawless. Most girls have to go through a tribal ritual to look as amazing as her. "Stop that." she laughs.

I shake my head slightly to remember what I just did. "Sorry I-I didn't mean to um yeah fuck." I stumble for words she just nods. "It's okay.'' she looks down and fumbles with her hands. It's cute how she does that, almost like she doesn't know she's the most beautiful person in the room. A harsh gust of wind pushes past and she shivers. I look at her and open my arms with my jacket she rolls her eyes but gets closer. Holding the cigarette with my mouth to free my hands I just pull her closer until I feel the warmth of our bodies touch.

"Thanks" She mumbles against my chest. She looks up at me before pulling the cigarette between my lips, just as I'm about to protest she takes a puff. Watching her smoke is by far the hottest thing I've seen, and I've seen Luke naked.

"Oh look who's punkrock now?" I smirk at her as she brings the burning toxin to my lips. Her laugh. Sounds like fucking angels I can feel her chest moving through my shirt. "Can I be in the band now?" She raises an eyebrow.

Dropping the small bud I just laugh along with her. "hEYYY I'm serious" she wines.

"Sure you are." I smile at her.

"No offense Cal but your party blows." She looks at the lights jumping on the hardwood of the deck.

"It's more of Ashton's," I admit. One hell of a birthday. She wraps her arms around my waist and places her head on my chest. "Happy birthday Cal," she whispers.

"Thank you y/n." I can feel my pulse in my throat. Being with her makes me so comfortable but yet I feel like I'm on fire. She gets me like no one else could imagine. I place my chin on the top of her head and just hold her. I don't want this to end. "Did Ashton invite you?" curious to how she showed up. In the group chat she said she had plans this weekend. I was really disappointed because if it wasn't clear enough I like her a lot.

"Something like that." She reaches for her phone and scrolls through her text. "From Ashton at 6:58 am," she begins to read slightly pulling away to look at the screen between us. "Hey Y/n! know you're busy this weekend but that doesn't matter because Calum likes you and won't admit it but it would be cool as lemons if you could show up." I'm going to fucking kill him. I hope he likes his ashes being burnt with that fucking lemon tree. She smiles at me and I feel like I could evaporate right the fuck here. Oh Ashton. I will kill you. The door next to us opens and some random guy comes out drunk as hell. "Oh h-hey you three," His burp interrupts him, "It's a great party in thheere"

As he stumbles Y/n goes to keep him upright, but his body has other plans. The foul smell that comes from the vomit projecting on Y/n is awful. He apologizes but quickly goes back inside wiping his mouth on his shirt. "Are you okay?" I ask her equally as shocked. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I grab her hand without waiting for a response and drag her inside. After her many protest and looks from random people that can smell the bile on her, we make it to the stairs. There are too many fucking people here. Constantly pushing past bodies I know none of these bathrooms are cleared. I walk her down the hallway to my bedroom door when someone interrupts me. "Dude, I've been trying to get in there all night. It's locked. Complete dipshit of an owner right." He smirks reaching for a high five. I roll my eyes at his gesture and grab the key to open my door. His smirk fades into one of realization. He tries to apologize but I shut the door in his face after Y/n follows me inside.

I take off my shoes and she looks at me questioningly. "I have a bathroom in here you can use Y/n." as I relock my door. The last thing I need is for some stranger to come messing with my personal stuff.

"You shouldn't have-"

"Shut up. Some stranger just threw up on you. I would prefer to be in here with you than out there where I don't know anyone. Now go shower." She starts to argue but I just help shove her in the bathroom while closing the door. She knocks from the inside of the door, "Yes Y/n?" I smile at her playful banter.

"I need help. I can't reach the zipper" she says through the wooden door. I release the handle and nod. right she can't see me. Opening the door I walk in, "So your plan was to lock me in here?" She smiles looking through the mirror at me while moving her hair to one side of her shoulder.

"Not exactly, I was gonna kidnap you later." I grab the small zipper and begin to undo it. No wonder who the hell can hold this tiny thing. Once I get it down she thanks me. "Just throw it away okay?"

"But-" I stare at her and she agrees. Closing the door to let her shower. Clothes, she needs clothes. I walk into my closet and grab a t-shirt and her emergency bag. She came up with the idea since no one knows how to bring clothes anywhere we all have one outfit at everyone's place. Thanks to Michael she had to wear the outfit here, but her undergarments are still there.

I knock on the door and she's still in the shower so I leave the shirt and the bag on the counter in the steamy room. Walking out I take off the skinny jeans I'm wearing and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

So many options. Who ever came up with Netflix is a fucking genius. My phone buzzes next to me and I see Ashtons Name. A text, great!

From: Daddy 1:17 am

Bryana's here. Gonna go Catch up.

I just send him an 'Ok' because we all know they're still stuck on each other and there's no way in hell I'm going down there. About 20 minutes into big mouth Y/n walks out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I left for her. No one's ever looked that good in my shirt, shit I don't even look good in my shirt. "Thank you Calum" she quietly commented. "No problem." I pat the spot next to me and she climbs in the bed. I hit play on the tv remote as the show continues to play. I can't even focus on the hormone monster on the screen, this feels so fucking right. I feel her playing with my hand as she watches the screen intently. Her brow furrowing when she doesn't get the concept of Jay being a magician or the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. I could literally just watch her all day. I mean I know she doesn't like me but I can't help but imagine what a relationship with her would be like. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship but this, this feels more important. It's just not fair I mean there's tour and I wouldn't want to be away from her that long if she were mine. I don't understand how she's single I mean look at her. And you don't find many girls with a personality like hers, she's so kind-hearted and the most humble person I know. When we were in Bali, everyone went to this pool resort and we thought she went missing for the day. But she returned home after visiting orphanages and helping at the village day clinic. I don't want to be selfish but I'll be damned if I let her go. I'm so thankful for that girlfriend of Luke's to bring her completely unbothered, outgoing, and amazing friend with her to that club in New York.

"Did you hear me?" The soft voice brings me from my thoughts. I look down at her "No what?" She starts laughing. I see a black screen on the wall and look at her quizzically. She raises her hands in defense "It's been off for the past 15 minutes." she shrugs. "You looked deep in thought." I just stay silent and look up at the ceiling. ''You can talk to me you know?" she whispers.

"Have you ever wanted something you can't have?" I ask. She chews on her bottom lip before responding.

"I suppose, I mean in regards to what?" but I cut her off, "Why'd you come tonight?"

"It's your birthday." she states clearly confused. "Ashton's text doesn't bother you?"

"I didn't think it would have to bother me?-"

"You had plans."

"You mean much more Cal." I let her words sink in. Did she like me the way I like her?or maybe she doesn't and I'm really hoping for something? No. This could never work. I don't do relationships.

"Do you wanna keep watching? " I ask her hoping she'll say yes.

"That was the last episode" she says as she turns to me a glimpse if hope in her eyes. "We can just talk Cal."

"I'm actually pretty tired." She nods, a small frown on her face as she goes and turns the light off. "Night Cal"

"Goodnight Y/n." I whisper before pulling her closer to me. I feel her muscles relax and soft snores escape her lips.

* * *

The sun in the room feels warm against my skin. Opening one eye I see the contract of the bright light against the walls. As I go to move the curtains I feel a warm presence next to me turn. Well, fuck me. Her shirt came up just the slightest to exposed her black lace panties to me and damn is it a sight. Look away. Look away. Look away.

Physically getting up from the bed she pouts and rubs her eyes. "Cal? " her slightly rasped voice speaks. "Yeah just closing the blinds. "

"Can you leave it just a tad. " she ask pulling the covers over her. "The soft light is nice. " I mean I can't say no. "Come here. " she demands and I get back in bed with her. "I should probably start cleaning soon. " I say as a line ass excited to leave the room. All I can picture is how good she looked in these panties and I need to take care of this soon.

"No you won't, since when have you cleaned? Plus I told you I'd help. " my dick is straining against these fucking briefs.

She softly traces random patterns into my skin as we just lay there admiring the room. "Cal" she mumbles.

"You've got an uh-problem. " the blood rushes to my cheeks as she notices my boner. "Sorry i-" I begin to excuse myself from the room hoping a black hole could appear. That would be great.

Surprisingly enough she pushes me to keep me in place. "It just occurred to me that I never got you a gift."

She runs her fingers over my manhood, "Can I make it up to you?"

"Y/n I don't think-" Oh fuck. My dick twitched at the sight of her removing my shirt leaving me speechless. The black lace that clung to her, which landed us in this situation, looked even better than before. "Um you -uh" I start mumbling trying not to look at her body for too long. I mean I could but I'd cum no question.

"It's either a yes or no?" as I was about to answer she started running her hand along the thin black lines. My eyes never leaving her hand as she teasingly rubbed her clit through the fabric. "You see Cal, I want you as much as you want me."

Fuck friendship. I replace her hand with my own to feel her. Fuck how long I've waited to do this. She pushes my hand away from her core while leaving open mouth kisses down my jaw. Licking my earlobe, she whispers, "You're the birthday boy."

She scoots further down the bed until her face is near my groin. This is a sight I could get used to. She slips her fingers in the band and starts pulling my briefs down. Her eyes light up once she sees my throbbing shaft. "You have such a pretty dick." Her thumb runs over my tip causing me to shudder and if possible made me harder. "Y/n you don't have to." My voice cracking a bit, why the fuck was I so nervous.

She rolls her eyes as she kisses my tip her tongue licking along the vein. She slowly begins taking me in her mouth, "Oh fuck y/n" I moan as she swallows around me, her hand pumping what she can't fit all the way. Her mouth is so warm and she's so fucking perfect. My head hits the headboard as my other hand laces itself in her curls as she bobbed her head along my length, letting every sound fall from my lips. Accidentally I pulled her hair which I was going to apologize for until she moaned. The vibrations that sexy ass sound I thrusted up. Fuck no I want to be in her.

"Y/n stop." She let her teeth graze my dick as she moved her mouth off of me. My stiffened member glowing with her saliva.

"I'm sorry this was a bad-" She started mumbling getting off the bed and fixing her hair.

"No!" I yelled surprised at my own tone. "I mean um you're great I just- I want to be in you." The redness on my cheeks very visible. She hesitates before sliding her panties off, "We don't have to I'm sorry I just thought that's where this was going and I-" She kisses me softly and I shut the hell up.

"Calm down, I was just thinking." She says straddling my lap removing her bra. "And before you ask what about well," she lines me with her entrance "It was whether I wanted a condom or not." Our moans are in unison as she slowly slides onto me. Feeling her tight walls stretch around me, her dripping arousal glistening in the soft lights of the sun. The whimper that came from her mouth as she takes all of me. "I'm on the pill and it's your birthday meaning you get the full experience." She says after a moment of her adjusting, sending a playful wink my way. She begins to move and I swear no one has ever felt this good. My hands find their way to her hips slowly rocking her back and forth.

"Fuck Cal" She whimpers as she begins to ride me. I move one of my guiding hands to find her sensitive nub, tracing small circles with the pad of my finger. She jerks back from the touch causing me to smirk, someone's sensitive. I place my thumb over her sensitive nub yet again rubbing back and forth eliciting a moan from her. “Cal I can’t-“ Grabbing her hair pulling her face closer to me, “ You can and you will, got it?” She whimpers nodding in agreement, “I’m not cumming till that pretty pussy of yours is pulsing.” Slowly grinding my hips up, grazing her g-spot with my tip. “Cal-fuck, this was supposed to be your gift.” Grabbing the back of her thigh slowly bringing her body closer to mine, I turn us so she’s underneath me.

“Go out with me and we’ll call it even yeah?” I ask her before continuing to thrust into her. Our moans fall in unison as I pick up the pace. Thrusting into her faster than the time before, the only sounds heard throughout are those of our moans and skin clapping together. My mouth finds its way to her neck, assaulting the soft skin in the area- leaving a reminder for this evening. I can feel her tightening around me, edging me close to my own release. “Cal I’m close.” She manages to mutter as I find my way back to her clit, rubbing fast purposeful circles. Watching the way her pants and moans fall through her lips to the glistening of her chest as it rises and falls with each breath. The sight being enough to drive me to the brink of insanity, “Cum for me y/n.” Almost instantly her eyes roll back as she arches her back, her pussy tightening without mercy forcing my own orgasm to appear. My hips jut forward as I release into her , slowly edging us both along. Our panting is the only thing to be heard as a gently collapse on top of her. “Did you mean it?” She ask, moving the hair from my forehead.

“If you mean me asking you out, yes.” She smiles and pulls my face closer to hers. “took you long enough.” She whispers before attaching her lips to mine.

A/N: (Also posted to Wattpad) I hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually really happy, I've been doing quite a bit of writing so yay! We have another calum smut blurb on the way.I also need help deciding who's the endgame for my Loki/Bucky love triangle but all with time. Anyways I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend!

XOXO Janelle