#and then 'here is how I am worried about this'

[imnotshua]

show me how - kmg

٠࣪⭑ pairing: kim mingyu x fem reader ٠࣪⭑ summary: you meet mingyu in a bar and then you fuck. that's it, that's the tweet. ٠࣪⭑ genre: generic au, strangers 2 lovers, smut ٠࣪⭑ rating: explicit. minors do not interact with me, i'll block you. ٠࣪⭑ warnings: swearing, drinking, one night stand. ٠࣪⭑ smut contents: gendered terms, mingyu has an enormous cock (canon), kisses, v fingering, oral (f receiving), v sex, mingyu 🔛🔝, wet patches <3. teasing but it's good natured. if you think i've forgotten anything please let me know so i can fix my post! ٠࣪⭑ wc: 2k - complete ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i needed a break from angsty wonwoo and this just sort of happened, my bad, lads and ladettes. please note this is unbeta'd and unedited because it's 1am and i'm tired now thank u vm, any mistakes are my own but do lmk if u see any so i can fix ٠࣪⭑ thank you all for visiting my little corner of the internet. i hope u like this one<3

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Jeonghan always does this. He insists it’s his job as department lead to take the new recruits out for drinks, as a sort of ice breaker. Terrible idea, you always say, to feed newbies (far too much) alcohol on their first Friday, and expect them to feel totally comfortable in his presence come Monday. That’s why you’re always there too, because you can rein Jeonghan in (sometimes) and it’s not your department to actually worry about. 

Tonight is like any other. Jeonghan is playing matchmaker for some unsuspecting interns and Seungcheol is trying not to make moon eyes at him. Ridiculous, if anyone asks you, which no one does. You’re perfectly content sitting at the bar nursing your drink and texting Seungcheol to let him know what a down bad loser he is, until someone too enormous to ignore takes the seat next to you. And you’re annoyed, even though it is the only spare seat in this place, because his giant arm knocks yours as he calls down a bartender, sending your drink splashing over the counter. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he says, grabbing for tissues and mopping up the mess. “Let me get you another.”

“Oh. No, I’m good actually.”

“That was a full glass of wine.” Here we go.

“Yes it was.” 

Seungcheol is texting you already. 

Cheolie: who is THAT guy Cheolie: you should fuck him immediately oh my god Cheolie: he’d swing you round like a bat

Why on earth would I want to be swung around like a bat?

“C’mon, let me make it up to you,” says Tall Stranger. Even sitting down he’s a head above you. He’s probably terrible for your mental health. ”I’d feel guilty all night if I can’t replace it.” 

“I don’t take drinks from random men.”

Cheolie: idk dude but he could do it Cheolie: he’s your type!!!!!!!! Cheolie: when did you last get laid even “Technically you’d be taking it from the staff. I’d just pay for it.”

He’s not even hot. He’s just tall

Cheolie: bitch i can see his cheekbones from here Cheolie: 11/10 easy

Finally turning looking at him properly, you have to give Seungcheol credit where credit is due. All smooth skin, big eyes, and perfectly full lips. You could cut your finger on that cupid's bow. 

“I guess you’ve got me there,” you say.

“I’m Mingyu.” He smiles wide. Oh nooo, he’s hot. 

I’m not fucking a stranger from a bar! Go tell Jeonghan you wanna suck his dick and leave me alone

Cheolie: :))))))))))))

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“My apartment was definitely closer,” Mingyu says between wet kisses pressed to your jaw. 

You push him off to pull your shirt over your head and he gapes at your chest. Pervert. “Well, we’re here in case you turn out to be a killer,” you say. Mingyu crowds your space again so fast, slipping impatient hands down your body, warming your skin with them. Snaking one between your legs and finding the material of your underwear a little damp. “At least then my roommates could find my body.” 

“Not a killer–” he says against your neck. “But I am about to murder this pu–”

“Oh my God, never say that again.” 

“Noted.”

The best thing about one night stands with guys might actually be that you can say and do pretty much anything, and there’s little to no embarrassment. You can tell Mingyu here that it’s his job to make you come before he does, and all he does is nod, dumb and horny, and a lot into it. 

He moves back on your bed, pillows shoved out of the way and spine pressed against the headboard, and looks at you with something like trepidation. If trepidation could be sexy or whatever. You climb into his lap and take your time unbuttoning his shirt. Mingyu watches your hands as you brush against his skin and asks if he can kiss you.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you say, offering up your neck. 

Unfortunately, he’s ever so good. Just smiles sheepishly (very hot) and tugs your chin down to catch your bottom lip between his. It’s better than you expect. Attractive men don’t kiss this well, usually, because they never had to work for it. Unfair, really. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispers against your lips, deft fingers tugging your underwear to the side.

Everywhere goes tight as he rubs circles over your clit. Mingyu holds up your skirt with his other hand, leans back to watch, and the heat creeps over your neck. What was that you were thinking about little to no embarrassment? Disappears the moment you see his jaw slacken, cheeks flushing with want, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You feel so soft,” he says. “So fucking wet.” God, who made him? You drag an unsteady breath as a finger slips inside, curls it just enough to make you whimper. He strokes you gently, working you open, slipping another finger in just as soon as he thinks you can take it. You can’t. 

“Fuck,” he gasps. He leans in to drag his teeth across your shoulder.  “You just got so tight. Wanna feel that on my cock.”

“Do you always narrate?” Your words come thready. Embarrassing times ten. 

“Uh– yeah,” he laughs. “Should I stop?”

“No, no. It’s okay.” 

“Gonna make you come now, baby,” he says. “It’s gonna be fast, okay? Need to fuck you.”

“Cocky–” you start, but he’s laving a flat tongue over the lace of your bra, making your nipple pebble through the thin material. His fingers slide deeper, his wrist coated in you, and the way he uses the heel of his palm against your clit is leaving you breathless. He smiles with pleasure as your moan catches in your throat. Applies the pressure, just the right amount, to have you bucking against his hand. “Needy.” He says it like it’s praise.

“I’ll snap your fingers off inside me, Mingyu.”

“Do you always threaten people?” He teases your clit again and it’s blinding. He moans as you clench impossibly tight. 

“Yea– fuck. Shit. Gonna come.”

Mingyu's lips find yours in a second. Licks into your mouth, kisses you through it. Hums happily, so annoyingly pleased with himself, as you shudder your way through your orgasm, a wet patch forming on his jeans. 

The rest of your clothes come away just as quick, and Mingyu groans like a fucking loser. It’s both gross and horribly attractive. Doesn’t move his hands from your body as you make fast work of his belt, lifts his hips to help you pull his jeans down and free his hard length. 

“What the fuck is that?” 

Mingyu blinks. “What is what?”

“That can of fucking Pringles you’ve got between your legs?” 

“It’s not that big.”

You can’t quite believe it. “Oh my God, you are going to murder my pussy,” you cry. “This is cruel and unfair. They’re gonna put ‘Death by Monster Cock’ on my headstone.”

“This is unbecoming.”

“Your dick is unbecoming.”

Mingyu looks ready to cry. “Are you going to touch me yet? I think I’m going to explode.”

“Yes, yes, fine. But this had better be as hard as you get.”

Unfortunately when you take him in your hands, Mingyu does actually get harder (hahaha you’re going to die) and you try to decide how you’re actually going to take this. 

“God– fuck,” Mingyu murmurs as you work your hands over him. He all but melts against your headboard, and you wonder just how many people have survived him. Not like– the size of him (well, that too) but the way he looks right now, sweat beading on his forehead, the way his pretty pink lips fall apart, like sins are spilling out of them. You roll your fist over the head and he keens. Mingyu sounds so good, you could get used to this. He groans, loud, pushing into your circled fingers like he’s desperate. You like how his chest heaves, all tight breaths and strangled half-formed noises. 

“I need– need–” 

“What do you need, baby?”

“Wanna be inside you,” he breathes. Pulls you down onto the bed, rolls on top to press a kiss to your sternum, and nudges your legs apart to slot between them. His cock slips against your cunt, still wet from his fingers. Reaches over to fish a condom from the pocket of his jeans (how presumptuous!) and tears the packet with his teeth (hot). “This okay?” he says, as he rolls it on. 

“Yes. Yeah. Be gentle, okay?” Embarrassing times a million.

Mingyu’s eyes go soft. Ew. 

“I’m always gentle.”

He is. The stretch hurts but he’s slow with it. Gives you a second to adjust, to angle your hips just right, before he moans, tells you you’re beautiful, that you feel so fucking good around him. He braces himself above you, slides into you so agonisingly beautifully deep you think you can feel him in your stomach. A moan escapes you, “Feels good, Gyu,” you whisper, and Mingyu swears. 

“You’re so tight,” he gasps.

“Pretty sure a cave would feel tight for you,” you laugh. Mingyu’s cock jolts inside you. “You’ve got the Hubble Telescope for a dick.”

“Please stop saying weird things,” he begs, and slips out just to slide back in. Pushes the air right out of your lungs. You forget to blink. Mingyu takes your broken cry and your nails digging crescent moons into his arms for the praise it is, and fucks you like you need him. His hands hold your thighs, rubbing slow circles into the skin with his thumbs, pulling them up around him to give him better access to your centre. Lets you hold on to him just to anchor yourself, almost lost to the pressure of your building release. 

Mingyu is so good at kissing. He nudges your cheek with his nose, bites open mouthed and wet at your jaw, presses one–two kitten kisses at the seam of your lips before he’s licking into your mouth, all soft lips and sensuality and tongue. He whines into your mouth as he fucks you, gasps desperately when you clench. His fingers are splayed across your body, touching everywhere he can reach with his huge hands, cups your breasts and moves to pull a nipple between teeth and grins lazy when you whimper, when you arch into it. 

He’s starting to fall apart now. Stuttered breaths and hasty thrusts, chasing your heat and his own release. God you wished he’d come inside you. He looks so pretty when he’s desperate. Eyebrows raised and eyes wide and mouth open. “Gonna come?” you ask. He nods with fervour. “Make me come again first.”

Mingyu doesn’t waste time. Loves a challenge, it seems. He pulls out without warning, leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing, fists his hand around his cock and thumbs off the condom as he dives between your legs to eat you out like a man starved. It’s embarrassing how wet you are. How he has you coming apart faster than you expect, how the way he sucks on your clit has you seeing stars. “C’mon, baby, show me how you come,” he groans between licks. “M’not gonna last.” 

His free hand teases at your clit, slips further to gather up the wetness on his fingers just to take it and run it over his cock. Fuck that’s so hot. He watches your mouth fall open, he’s all doe-eyed and too sweet for the moment, and you think he really must kill people, but by accident probably. He hums as he licks into you again, your fingers find purchase in his hair, pulling him against you tight and desperate and needy, and then his tongue flicks over your clit fast fast fast and you’re gone. Coming fast and hard, and he’s moaning at the taste of you, at the wetness pooling between your legs and soaking through the mattress. Mingyu’s done for too, “baby, you look so good,” he’s cooing, sitting up on his calves and bucking into his own hand and spilling his cum over your body. Spreads the mess over the soft skin of your stomach and tells you you look so pretty. 

God. You’re ruined. Upon your headstone will read death by softboy (with monster cock.)

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[lilianne-tarot]

PICK A CARD: How Will Your future spouse express jealousy

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── .✦ PILE I

OHHHH this pile is defination of “I’m jealous, but I will NEVER admit it.” Your future spouse is doing CRAZY STUFF to keep their jealousy under control, but you will feel it. Oh, you WILL feel it.

BABY. This is a long-game kind of love. A soulmate kind of bond. And listen, when someone sees you as their person, their one-and-only, their forever, there is no way in HELL they’re just sitting back while some random tries to get cute with you. i see that your people pile number 1, they don’t react right away. Oh no, no, no. They marinate in that jealousy in their mind. The 7 of Pentacles tells me they watch, observe, process before making a move. Like, imagine someone getting a little too friendly with you at a party. Your future spouse, Sitting there, giving a polite but stone-cold stare, studying every move of that person. They’re literally taking mental notes: Did you laugh a little too hard at that joke? Did you lean in slightly? Are they standing too close? But instead of acting on impulse, they sit there, pretending they’re totally fine (they are NOT fine). When i look at 2 of cups illustration, i feel like, they realy enjoy your company, like A LOT, and when someone else invades this space, they hate that with all their heart. 

 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY. This is that passive-aggressive, sulking, “I’m not mad, I just think it’s funny how…” behavior. They are so in their jealousy, but will they admit it? Absolutely not. Instead, they suddenly lose interest in whatever’s happening. They’re like, “Oh, you’re talking to that person? Wow. That’s so great for you. Anyway, I’ll just be over here…..” They might even act a little distant, maybe even hit you with the classic “It’s nothing, I’m fine” while literally radiating “I am NOT fine” energy. this person is not about to lose their cool in front of you Instead, they suddenly start acting very serious, very focused on something else. They’ll be like, “Oh, I have an email to answer,” or “I need to check something on my phone”. I get the naive energy from your future spouse, like very youthful and maybe little immature because they want you to ONLY themselves. AND THEN. THE JUDGEMENT CARD. THIS IS THE CLIMAX. This is when they snap back into reality and realize, Oh wait. I’m literally in a relationship with them. They love me. What am I doing? This is where they have that internal wake-up call. They’ll come back to you, realigned, refocused, remembering that you’re their soulmate (2 of Cups energy, baby!!). And THEN, instead of being petty, they’ll drop some casual reassurance-seeking comment like, “So… you seemed to be having fun with them, huh?”—AKA making sure or you to say they had nothing to worry about.

But overall, ill definitely say that They aren’t the type to lash out in jealousy, but you WILL notice the change. The silence, the avoidance, the fake distraction tactics. It’s subtle but LOUD. But at the end of the day? The Judgment card seals the deal—they always come back to their senses, realizing that duh, you’re theirs and they’re yours. And the second you reassure them? BOOM. They’re back to their normal, confident self. These people would give their everything just to be in your company. Very sulky baby energy ngl. They’re not explosive, but they are silently suffering. And bestie, if you ever call them out on it? OH BOY. Expect a very defensive “What? I wasn’t jealous. That’s ridiculous.” … Sure, babe. Sure.

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── .✦ PILE II

Alright, so the first thing I’m catching here is contrast—we’ve got the King of Cups and Temperance trying so hard to play it cool, acting all mature, controlled, and balanced. Then we have The Devil, and that too right in the middle of the spread. The sentence i would immedtly say here is, your future spouse is going to be OBSESSED WITH YOU. It’s the internal battle of “I’m unbothered” vs. “I will die if I see you entertaining someone else.” they try to move past jealousy logically—like, “It’s fine, I trust them”—but The Devil says, “But what if they find someone better?” . And then BAM, Two of Cups swoops in and reminds them that you two are soulmates, and there’s no competition—but oh boy, they still feel it. THIS person gets so confused when it comes to you i can clearly see that by the mixed enrgies from the spread, they are hit with SOO MANY emotions all at once but one theme is prominent, they are SUPERRRRR obsessed with you. 

This is giving “jealous but won’t let it show” energy which is just like pile 1 but the energy here is more obsessed type, cause pile 1 was more on the cuter and naive side. Your FS is the type to mask their jealousy under cool composure. They are emotionally intelligent, self-restraint,. If someone flirts with you in front of them, they will not cause a scene will make things very obvious. Whenever they would see someone getting wayyy to close to you they are hit with the thought “ i need to rescue my person,” They will not act out immediately—but best believe they’ll remember it. And later? they’ll try to rationalize their emotions, convince themselves to let it go—but the Two of Cups suggests that deep down, they’ll need reassurance from you. Not that they don’t trust you, but rather, their feelings run deep and they just want to be reminded that you’re theirs.

The Devil is the obsessive thoughts creeping in at night, when they’re alone, replaying a moment over and over like, “Were they actually flirting? Was my FS enjoying it??” This isn’t toxic jealousy—it’s more of that “I don’t want to lose what’s mine” energy. I would say their super obsessive side is balanced by the presence of two of cups here so reagrless of anything, the’ll be the biggest shield of your relationship. You two have such a strong connection that even when jealousy creeps in, they ultimately trust your bond enough to not tuen into insecurity. But ohhh, they’ll find a way to remind you that you’re theirs—subtle, territorial gestures, low-key possessiveness in the most elegant way possible. These people are VERY CONDFIDENT. Expect things like a hand on your waist, pulling you closer mid-conversation, a little smirk when someone’s trying (and failing) to flirt with you. Casual dominance, bestie. (we all love that) 

The energy of this pile was super sexy ngl. good for my booktok girlies. 

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── .✦ PILE III

As soon as i looked at the spread the immediate thought hit me was, your future spouse is going to treat you like ROYALTY. So, picture this: Your future spouse? They’re so put together, they’ve got their life in check, they exude this natural confidence (like, they’re used to being the main character, okay?), and they don’t just casually do jealousy.no. this is a very secure energy. If they feel it, they feel it deep in their bones. It’s not dramatic, but it’s intensely present—not loud, but undeniable. The thing is, it’s not even about insecurity; it's about you being so precious to them that even the thought of someone else getting too close? Yeah, no, they’re not having it.

See, the Empress and the King of Wands together? That’s fire and devotion. You are the ultimate prize, the softest yet most powerful presence in their life, and they know it. And because they know it, they also know your worth, which means they see the way others see you too. Oh, and trust me—others see you. The way you glow? The way you hold yourself? The way you make even the most casual of interactions feel special? Yeah, your future spouse notices when someone starts acting just a little too friendly. And they don’t like it. The moment you get into a relationship with them, youre going to have the biggest glow up. 

This is where things get fun. So when they are jealous, They might not immediately lash out, but there’s definitely a shift—their words get a little sharper, they start inserting themselves into conversations they weren’t in before, and if they’re the more composed type, you’ll notice they suddenly have a lot to say about whoever is making them feel some type of way. But they’re so smooth with it. They’re not obvious. It’s like they play it off as if they’re just making an observation or a lighthearted joke, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. And if the other person doesn’t get the memo? Oh, honey. They will. Your person isn’t impulsive with their jealousy; they’re strategic about it. They’re the type to let people dig their own graves before stepping in. They’ll watch, wait, assess—is this just harmless interaction, or is someone really pushing it? And when they do step in? It’s game over. They’re asserting their presence, effortlessly, dominantly. It’s all in the control. They’ll make the other person feel like they’ve already lost before they even realized they were in a competition.

But bestie, the real magic? It’s in the aftermath. Because once you’re alone? OHHH. This is when their softness creeps in. The Page of Cups peeks through in the smallest ways—they won’t outright admit they were jealous (I mean, duh, pride), but suddenly they’re extra affectionate, extra attentive. And the cutest part? Deep down, they know they have nothing to worry about. You’re theirs, and they’re yours, and that’s not changing. This is such a power duo because we have the empress as well as king of cups in the spread. But bestie, the way they still can’t help but get a little possessive? ADORABLE. They’re not the type to get insecure, but they are the type to make sure that everyone—including you—knows exactly where they stand. They’re the King of Wands, after all. They own their throne, and they protect what’s theirs.

They don’t control—you’re free to do whatever you want—but ohhh, they will make sure you NEVER forget who you belong to. 😌🔥

And honestly That’s hot.

Now tell me, I need to know what divine force blessed you with this person. 💀💀

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[kissbyoon]

⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“forgetting something” ₍ j.ww ₎

───── ABOUT when you mistake your boyfriend's "aren't you forgetting something" to be a kiss... (it was your ID card)

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour, est. relationship ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!wonwoo x f!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing, petnames, lowk suggestive if u squint ⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 0.9k (five words from 1k are you kidding me)

A/N: definitely not inspired by wifty ⁠HEHE ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ but omg CAN HE STAY AWAY FROM MILITARY. | @wonkierideul

“Are you sure you don't need me to drive you there?”

Wonwoo asked again for the sixth time, and you turned around with a look. He immediately broke into a grin, backing away with a nod.

“Okay, okay, I got it, baby,” He says, taking a seat on the couch. “I should rest the whole day today since it's a holiday from the company and go to the hangout party with the members without worrying about you.” He recalled each and every thing you had been nagging him about with a smile, earning a giggle from you.

“And! I'll be home a bit late today because we have a meeting with the CEO. Don't forget that and have your dinner on time, okay?” You add, walking over to his side to poke his nose before reaching out to take your bag from the table.

He nods, placing a hand on your hip as he watches you adjust your sleeve. 

“Let me do it for you,” he offers, and you smile before letting him do so. He quickly folds your sleeves and you get ready to leave for work.

Just before you could open the door, Wonwoo calls out, “Wait, aren't you forgetting something?” He asks in slight amusement as he stands near the couch.

You turn around, staring at him for a second before bursting into a giggling mess. “Tsk, tsk, look at you,” you hiss with a stupid smile, causing him to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Huh—”

“Fine, but don't be so obvious, y’know?” You add, walking over to him again. He watches you with genuine confusion, but you just take that as one of his acts and look at him with a sly smile before tiptoeing a little to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Wonwoo paused, blinking.

“I'm gonna go now, don't miss me too much!” You say, waving your hand before turning around to walk towards the door again.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo stares at you with an amused expression, letting out a chuckle when you reach the door.

“Baby,” he called out again, and you turned around with a long, dramatic sigh.

“I can't give you another—”

“You were forgetting this,” he said, waving his hand with your ID card dangling down. His lips curved into a huge grin when he noticed the way you froze on the spot, a harsh wave of embarrassment washing over you and your cheeks turned bright red.

“I—” you pause, biting your lower lip so you wouldn't scream and run out of the apartment. Wonwoo started to make his way towards you, giggling as he observed your expression.

He stood in front of you, letting out a breathy laugh and you could swear you would start crying there. So, you think it's better to run away instead of dealing with this insane amount of embarrassment.

Turning away, you were just about to take your second step out of there when Wonwoo grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist with a soft smirk.

“Where to?” He asked, tilting his head to get a better look at your fluttered face. He gently put the ID card around your neck as you avoided his gaze.

“Look at me,” reaching out to cup your cheek, he says, but you hid your face in your hands.

“This is sooo embarassing!!” You squeal, letting out a whine. Wonwoo burst into a chuckle, slowly reaching out to move your hands away from your face.

“Come on, look here,” he urged softly, and you lift your gaze gradually, eyes locking with his. His lips curved into a grin at the sight of your blushing face.

“How am I supposed to go to work now...” you mumbled, jutting out your lips in a pout. Wonwoo frowned, his hands trailing down to wrap around your waist.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“I look so stupid right now, so red like a tomato,” you complain, then frown when he bursts into laughter.

“Hey, you look perfectly fine, trust me.” He reassured, his eyes flickering down at your lips. “And plus, nobody can really guess that you're blushing like this because you mistook your boyfriend's ‘forgetting something’ and ended up embarrassing yourself.”

Wonwoo teased, and the way your eyes widened in disbelief didn't go unnoticed by him.

“Stop!” You whine, smacking his shoulder as he didn't do anything in defense but continued to cackle.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologised in between laughs, reaching out to hold your hand so he could prevent you from hitting him again. “I'll drop you off, okay? Let's go now!” Wonwoo says with a giggle, placing his hands on your hips to turn you around as he led you outside, following behind.

“No— the boys will be upset if you don't attend the hangout!” You try to protest, but he quickly locks the front door and walks over to you to press a lingering kiss on your lips.

“They’ll understand, hm?” He says, intertwining his fingers with yours. You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying your best to glare at him.

“You didn't even bring your car key! I really don't need you to drop—”

Just when you say that, Wonwoo turns around with a smile and waves the car key in his hand—making you pause.

'When did he even grab that…'

You try to think of words to protest, but in vain.

“Now, let me be a good boyfriend and please cooperate as the best girlfriend.” He leans down to peck the tip of your nose, finally causing you to break into a grin.

“Fine, but I'm not gonna be the one who deals with Seungkwan's teasing ass later.” You say, implying that Seungkwan often teases you and Wonwoo when he skips or is late to a hangout—claiming that you both are always busy with each other.

You step forward to head towards his car while he follows behind with a smile, nodding.

“Got it, ma’am.”

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[russo-woso]

Ibiza || Alessia Russo x reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Summary You meet your soulmate when you least expect it, in the most unexpected place, Ibiza.

A/N I may have tweaked the request a bit :)

The crowd was something you didn’t expect.

You knew it was going to be busy, you had expected it, but what you didnt expect was just how crowded it was going to be.

You weren’t a people’s person, you weren’t supposed to be here.

But after your friends begged you to come, you had no choice but to come.

The crowd of Ushuaia was frantic, jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Although you were trying to have a nice time, you weren’t succeeding.

So instead of dancing with random men like your friends were doing, you stood in the corner where it was a bit more quieter, praying that the night wouldn’t last too long.

You had turned around to put your drink on the floor but as you stood back up, you felt a drink splash all over you.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Here, let me help you.” A woman said, clearly the same woman who had crashed in to you.

You laughed it off, looking down at your outfit before looking at her.

Your eyes froze - she was gorgeous.

The woman attempted to wipe off the alcohol that she had planned to drink, but it was no use.

“Honestly don’t worry about it. I knew it would happen eventually. You don’t wear your best outfit when it’s somewhere like here.” You joked, sending her a smile as she blushed in embarrassment.

“Can I buy you a new drink or anything?” She asked

“You’re the one that doesn’t have a drink now. I should be offering you a drink.” You pointed out, her cheeks turning even more red.

“I was the one that walked into you. Please let me buy you a drink or something as an apology.”

“Tell me your name and then I’ll consider that drink.” You said

“Alessia.”

“Well… Alessia, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Do I get to know your name? If I’m buying you a drink then surely I get to know your name.” The woman, who you now know is called Alessia, said.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She repeated with a smile. “What would you like to drink?”

“What drink did you spill on me? It smells amazing.”

She turned to the bartender, ordering whatever drink it was before turning back to you.

“So, Y/N, did you come with anyone tonight?”

“Some friends, it’s girls weekend away.” You responded, watching her face lighten.

“So no partner?”

“Nope.” You said, a smile resting on your face as you slowly understood what she was on about. “You?”

“Single.”

You smiled at her answer before looking away so she didn’t see.

“So, Alessia, where are you from?”

“London, you? Wait let me guess! I’m thinking somewhere in the midlands.”

“Wrong. I live in St Albans but I was born up north.” You told her

“I work near St Albans.”

“Do you? Where—” You began saying but was quickly cut off by a group of people crowding around you.

“Alessia, please can I have a picture?”

“Alessia, can you take a selfie with me?”

“Alessia, can you sign this for me?”

You looked at the group and back at Alessia.

Confusion filled your mind as you heard what the people were saying.

Was Alessia famous?

Your eyes were wide open as you looked at Alessia, but when you saw the panicked look on her face and how her breath quickened, a protective instinct kicked in.

The crowd got closer, practically pushing at shoving at the blonde.

“Hey! Don’t touch her! Go away, now!” You shouted, pushing the people away.

As soon as they had gone, you turned to Alessia with a shocked look.

Alessia looked so shaken up, tears threatening to spill as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You cooed, hesitantly rubbing her back.

You’d only known her for five minutes but seeing her cry broke your heart.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She apologised, her voice shaking as she said it.

“Don’t apologise.” You said, your voice soft as you continued to calm her down.

“I guess you want some answers then.” She told you

“Yeah, I’m a bit confused.”

“I’m a footballer. I play for Arsenal and England.”

“That’s amazing. You must be good. I mean arsenals a big team.”

“It is. Thank you for telling them to go away. I get bit anxious when there’s a lot of fans.” Alessia explained, you nodding, understanding what she was saying.

“Y/N! We’re getting a taxi back to the villa. We have to go.” Your friend shouted as she spotted you.

“Well… it was lovely to meet you Alessia.” You said, standing up from your chair.

“You too, Y/N.” She smiled

You began to walk away, but you heard her call your name.

“Y/N! Do you reckon I could get your number?”

“Thank god, I didn’t think you were gonna ask.”

[shibuyablonde]

GIRL PLEASE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I NEED A PART THREE OF BRATS OF OUR OWN

Brats of Our Own ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

This is part 3. Previous parts are on the masterlist

➛ link: click here

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo thought he'd seen it all: his former classmates settling down and starting families, one by one. But as you sit at Mina and Kirishima’s house, holding his friend's newborn daughter, the idea of fatherhood starts creeping into his mind.

a/n: Since it seems like everyone wants a part 3, here ya go! I had this previously requested, but I accidentally deleted it. Also, it's not my best work, but when I tell you I'm stressed, I'm stressed, though I still wanna get something out for you guys.

You never imagined your life would look like this.

Swollen feet, backaches, an impressive waddle, and Bakugo insisting on carrying everything that weighed more than a pencil. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, when you stopped feeling scared and started feeling… ready.

Maybe it was when you first saw that grainy ultrasound photo and Katsuki’s thumb brushed over the tiny blob like it was something sacred.

Maybe it was when Mina forced you into a mommy group chat and started sending you articles about car seats at 3 am.

Maybe it was when Katsuki whispered, “We got this.” And you finally believed him.

But here you were, seven months pregnant, belly rounding beneath the oversized hoodie you stole from Katsuki’s closet, and his hands were everywhere.

“I can do it myself,” you grumbled, swatting his hand away as you tried to lace your shoes.

“Yeah, no,” Katsuki deadpanned, kneeling down in front of you. “You’ll pass out tryin’ to breathe and bend at the same time.”

You groaned. “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

He shot you a look, eyes flicking up to meet yours, and you caught it, that undercurrent of protectiveness. It never left. It only got stronger as your belly grew.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, tying the laces in neat double knots, “I’m not takin’ chances.”

Pregnancy with Katsuki was... an event.

He read everything. The books Mina lent you, the pamphlets from your doctor’s office. He took notes. Hell, he showed up to the birthing classes, and while he’d sulked in the back row at first, arms crossed over his broad chest, by the third class he was sitting up front, asking questions that made the instructor blush.

“What’s the fastest way to get her to the hospital if her water breaks during rush hour?”

“Should I pack extra protein bars? She eats like crap when she’s stressed.”

He was worried, sure. But he was ready.

You didn’t realize how lucky you were until you were surrounded by people who got it.

Mina and Kirishima were always the first to show up. Mina practically dragged you to her house the second you hit the second trimester.

“You’re gonna want to sit down for this,” she said as she propped your feet up on the coffee table and handed you an ice pack for your swollen ankles.

“Trust me,” she added with a wink. “Kirishima thought he was ready, but that first diaper blowout? Nearly ended him.”

Kirishima chuckled, bouncing their baby girl on his knee. “Hey, I’m tougher now! Right, sweetheart?”

Mina grinned at him. “You cried.”

“She exploded!”

You laughed until your belly hurt. Mina leaned over, squeezing your hand. “You’re gonna be great at this, you know.”

And somehow, with your best friend looking at you like that, you believed her.

Deku and Ochako brought over dinner at least once a week. Well, Deku did, he rambled endlessly about helpful nutrients for fetal development, while Ochako giggled and quietly replaced your water glass every hour.

“We’re not far behind you,” Ochako whispered one evening when Deku went to reheat soup. She glanced at her stomach, then at you. “I’m pretty sure.”

You squeezed her hand. “You’ll be amazing.”

She smiled. “You first.”

Todoroki’s twins were miniature versions of him, sitting stoically on either side of him when he came to visit.

“I brought these,” he said, handing you a bag of frozen peas for your back. “They help.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

One of the twins tugged at your sleeve. “Do you have names yet?” she asked.

You blinked, then smiled. “Not yet.”

Katsuki scowled from across the room. “We’re working on it.”

Iida and Mei sent you blueprints for the ultimate baby-proofing system. You still weren’t sure how they got the specs of your apartment.

And then there was Kaminari. Kaminari, who brought an entire cake to your baby shower, grinning as if he’d made it himself.

He didn’t.

But he did plop down next to Katsuki with a wide grin and say, “Guess you two finally figured out how babies are made, huh?”

The room went dead silent.

Katsuki’s head turned slow, like something out of a horror movie. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing!” Kaminari squeaked, practically climbing over Jirou to get away.

Katsuki scowled. “Dumbass.”

But you swore you saw his lips twitch.

You weren’t sure who was more excited to tell Katsuki’s parents, him or you.

Masaru hugged you so tight you thought you’d pop. “Oh, I’m so happy for you two!” he said, beaming.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, grinned like she won.

“Finally!” she barked, smacking her son on the back hard enough to make him grunt. “I’ve been waiting for this! Took you long enough!”

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki grumbled, crossing his arms. “We wanted to wait until we were ready.”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “I was ready the second I met her.” She pointed a finger at you. “You. Good choice.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Mitsuki.”

Masaru patted Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’ll be a great dad.”

For the first time in a while, Katsuki didn’t argue. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I will.”

The day she came, you didn’t sleep the night before. Something about it felt… different. Like your body knew something was coming.

And then the contractions hit.

Katsuki was already dressed before you could finish saying, “I think—”

“We’re going,” he said, shoving the hospital bag into your arms and scooping you up like it was nothing.

You barely remembered the car ride, only his voice. “Breathe, baby. We got this.” It's one of the few times and called you baby but you love every moment of it.

Labor was hell. You cursed. You screamed. You cried.

And Katsuki stayed.

He held your hand when it felt like your body was being split in two. He whispered in your ear when you thought you couldn’t push one more time.

“Look at me,” he said, fierce and gentle all at once. “You’re the strongest damn person I know. You got this.”

And you did.

You pushed.

And then you heard her cry.

Meeting your daughter Katsuki was quiet. Too quiet.

They placed her in your arms first, and you sobbed, holding this tiny, wrinkled human that felt like everything.

Then you turned to him.

“Wanna hold her?”

He swallowed hard, then nodded. His hands were shaking as he took her from you.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Hey there, princess.”

She blinked up at him, red-faced and squirmy.

And Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight himself, broke into the softest smile you’d ever seen.

The hospital room filled fast. Mina cried harder than you. Kirishima did too. Deku took so many pictures. Ochako kept asking if you needed water. Todoroki brought ice. Again.

Kaminari stood over Katsuki’s shoulder, staring at your daughter in his arms.

“She’s got your scowl already,” he said.

“Damn right she does,” Katsuki said, grinning.

Jirou leaned in. “Hope she doesn’t get your temper.”

“No promises,” you muttered, exhausted but happy.

Katsuki mumbled at insult, but he was smiling.

He looked down at his daughter, resting against his chest, and whispered,

“Now we got a brat of our own.”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Grim - Blazing Jewel Vignette

"We'll cheer the loudest"

[Sewing Room]

Grim: This is where they're making the outfits for that Blazing Jewel music performance thing, right?

Grim: Crowley said the staff had to go to a meeting, so he's asked us to get everyone's measurements…

Grim: But no one's here, even though it's time for them to show up. They're all late!

???: Urgh… Nnnn…

Grim: Hm? Did you just say something?

1. Nope, nothing. 2. Wasn't that you?

???: Hhhhhhnnnng…!

[Lilia drags Idia in]

Idia: I don't wanna! There's too many people! I wanna go back to my room!

Lilia: You've already come all the way here, steel yourself, already. C'mon everyone, into the room, let's go.

Rook: Why, hello there, Trickster. And you as well, Monsieur Furball. Did we keep you waiting?

Cater: I know they said for all the juniors to come at this time to get measured for the upcoming performance…

Trey: But no matter how long we waited, we couldn't get the full party together. We had to go out searching for the guys who didn't show up.

Malleus: I received no notification of any measurements that were to take place.

Vil: That's just because you didn't see the message sent to your phone.

Leona: Ugh, this is more than a pain… We're here already, so let's get it over with.

Lilia: No need to rush! I know I can't wait to see all our matching outfits. I've been excited ever since I saw the designs drawn out.

Cater: Riiiight～? I bet we'd be a huge hit just standing around ♪ I bet we'd even hit the trending posts on Magicam!

Rook: Aaah, yes… To see every one shine brightly like a jewel under the bright lights… Just imagining it is beauté!

[chatter, chatter]

Grim: Hrrnn…

Grim: Hrrnnnngggh…!

1. What's wrong? 2. Oh, that look means…

Leona: Hey, now. Don't tell me this furball's jealous of us now, right?

Grim: I'M SO JEALOUS, YEAH!!!

Trey: That was surprisingly honest of you. …But actually, we thought you'd say that.

Grim: Huh?

Malleus: Here is a gift from us to both Grim and [Yuu].

Grim: Eh? Huh…Huh!?

Grim: MY OUTFIT'S SO COOL!!

1. Awesome! 2. We're matching!

Grim: HEY, YOU GOT CHANGED TOO!! You're second coolest-looking, next to me.

Grim: Hm? Hey, this outfit looks exactly like what they're wearing during the Blazing Jewel thing.

Idia: Wh-When we heard about the performance, it came up… That Grim-shi'd probably be jealous… Heh.

Lilia: So, we ended up deciding to give you two the Blazing Jewel outfits as a gift.

Trey: Crewel-sensei had a hand in making these, so it's not like they're magic that'll fade after a while. Don't worry.

Vil: I'll tell you this; a performance isn't just wearing fancy outfits and standing on a stage. A costume does not make or break anything.

Vil: …Having said that, we did think you deserved an appropriate reward for everything. Plus, it would be troublesome if Grim were to throw a tantrum.

Cater: Both of you look way better than I imagined! So cute～!

Leona: Hah, let's see if their insides match the outsides. You better be just as bright and energetic as the clothes you're wearing.

Grim: Myahaha! I'm so happy to get these cool clothes!

Grim: Isn't this great?

1. Thank you so much! 2. I can't wait for the performance!

Malleus: Yes, of course. I am elated you are pleased with this, more than anything. It means it was worth our preparation.

Grim: …Now that I think of it, how'd you get the right sizes for us? I don't remember getting measured, but it fits perfectly.

Rook: Oh, yes! I provided them both of your measurements down to the first decimal. No need to fret.

Grim: H-How'd you know that!? That's creepy…!

Everyone: Hahahah.

Idia: …Eh? If that's all that was needed to be done, I didn't need to come here, right!?

[Sewing Room]

Grim: La-dee-dum～

1. You're in a good mood.

Grim: Myahaha! It's awesome that we get to wear these awesome clothes.

2. La-la-dee～

Grim: Myaha! Looks like you're just as happy to be wearing these awesome clothes.

Grim: I wanna show these off to everyone! I hope someone shows up soon.

Floyd: 'Scuuuuse me.

Riddle: Why are you kicking open a door that is not even unlocked!? You lack even the most common sensibilities!

Grim: Th-The sudden noises scared the stuffing outta me… Hey, you should just come in like a normal person!

Jade: It seems Floyd is causing trou… Oh? Why, the two of you look absolutely dazzling.

1. Thank you. 2. Don't be silly…

Ruggie: Are all those shining things real gemstones? What are they? From where? How many carats? Wait, do I get some too!?

Kalim: That's the Blazing Jewel outfit, right? It's pretty… But don't you think it'd be even flashier if we deck it out with even more gems!?

Silver: Kalim, we cannot do that.

Silver: If the clothes are weighed down, it would affect our dancing.

Jamil: That's not the main issue here… And now Kalim's looking like that was the perfect explanation…

Azul: These outfits are property of our esteemed academy. I would recommend returning it in the same condition you received it, without adding nor removing any decorations.

Floyd: Ahahah, both Shrimpy-chan and Seal-chan look like penguins in that getup. It's a nice change from usual.

Grim: Myaha, right? The juniors made 'em for us!

Kalim: We're gonna get our measurements now, and get to wear those same outfits during the performance, right? I'm super excited to be matching with everyone!

Ruggie: But, y'know… Grim-kun, can ya even take our measurements?

Jamil: Haha, true! Will you be able to measure our shoulder width with those little paws of yours?

Grim: Don't make fun with me! It'll be easy for me to do.

Grim: I just gotta made this measuring tape float with magic, just like Hornton and the others did earlier…

Grim: Myah!? I-It's not moving… Why's it not moving!?

Grim: But they were able to keep it moving so easily before!

Jade: Perhaps it has to do with a difference in ability. What a shame, Grim-kun. Oh, you poor thing.

Grim: Eeeeehhhh!

Riddle: Goodness… There's no need to tease him so. Grim, calm down and imagine the clothes you want to make.

Jamil: That's right. As long as you can picture what outfit you need to make, the measuring tape should move to where it needs to to get the measurements.

Azul: You have [Yuu]-san right in front of you to provide you with an example of the outfit, as well. Look at them, and try again.

Grim: Hrrrgh… That's still hard!

Ruggie: It's lookin' like it'll be quicker if [Yuu]-kun'd measure us by hand. Here, take the tape. Let's get this done with already.

Grim: What!? Then let's have a race to see who's faster, me with my magic, or my lil' hench-human with their hands!

Floyd: Mmkay, then I guess I'll play the guy who gets in both of your ways～ It ain't exciting otherwise, right?

1. This'll be rough… 2. Can I even win…?

Silver: I'll help you, [Yuu]. You've always helped me when I've needed it.

Riddle: Then, I shall help Grim with his magic. Now then, everyone line up!

Kalim: 'Kaaay. Come on, Azul, line up with us!

Azul: No, thank you, I will measure myself, so… Wah, don't push me!

[Jade pushes Azul]

Jade: Come now! We have no time to dally. Kalim-san, I hope you don't mind us squeezing in next to you.

Grim: Picture the outfit, picture the outfit… Okay, let's go! Myaaaah!

[Sewing Room]

Ace: Hey, hey, the measuring tape is a little too slack. There's nooo way you're getting the right measurements, are you?

Grim: Stop whining! If you got a problem with it, do it yourself!

Deuce: Ouch, who just threw that measuring tape!? Oh, no… Now I've forgotten the numbers I was going to write down…!

Ortho: What an unproductive fight. How do they not tire of it when they get nothing out of something so useless?

1. I'm already used to it. 2. It's definitely something to wonder about.

Jack: Well, anyway, I know I was surprised when we walked into the sewing room and saw [Yuu] and Grim in that sharp outfit.

Grim: Yeah! Doesn't this awesome get-up totally stun ya?

Epel: Yep. The design's pretty cool, and the jewels on it are so sparkly. You guys look rad!

Sebek: Could you have possibly expressed your thoughts any less elegantly? It is a dignified attire. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it will suit my liege well!

Ace: There goes the Draconian again… Anyway, even if we get these outfits done, that's not all there is, right? How's everyone's performance practice going?

Epel: Hehe… I'm glad you asked. Obviously, Pomefiore is absolutely ready to go.

Deuce: Pomefiore might be a tough opponent, but we're no slackers ourselves. Our song's real awesome, especially with all our voices combined!

Sebek: Hah, I doubt it is anything worthwhile. You shall all kneel before our singing, led by Malleus-sama himself!

Ortho: Haha, you're so funny. I don't think you'll be able to keep saying that once you see me and my brother's full combo.

Jack: If we're talking teamwork, then we'd be the number one contender. We'll show you all with our perfectly in-sync dancing.

Grim: Everyone's all confident in themselves, but I really don't know if they're really ready…

Grim: We gotta supervise them good, [Yuu]!

1. We got this! 2. Let's do our best!

Ace: Ey, you guys look raring to go. Just try and keep that up for the actual Blazing Jewel performance, 'kay?

Epel: You'll be cheering on Pomefiore, right? I'm counting on you!

Sebek: Absolutely not. You should give your loudest cheers for Diasomnia. You understand, right, human!?

1. Which to pick…? 2. Hard to choose…

Grim: Yeah, you're right.

Grim: I can't figure out who to pick, so we'll cheer the loudest for whoever gives me the most tuna cans. Myaha!

Jack: Don't be trying to make a deal out of this. Be fair about it.

Ortho: Heheh. I'm really excited for the performance, yeah… But I also like preparing for it with everyone like this.

Deuce: Yeah. After working so hard and so long to get ready for the performance with everyone in the dorms, it feels like the big show'll be here any day now.

Grim: Whew, it's finally done. They were all sooo noisy.

1. That was fun.

Grim: You might've been havin' fun, but everyone kept buggin' me, so I'm pooped! Grim: If this ever happens again, I'm gonna use my magic even more to shut them all up.

2. I'm so tired…

Grim: I get it. It was all "measure this" and "measure that"… Grim: "This should be bigger", or "I want this smaller than everyone else." I'm so tired by all their little changes.

Grim: …Ah! We don't got time to hang around like this. We gotta go report to Crowley pronto.

Grim: We're so busy with all the stuff we gotta do before Blazing Jewel begins…

Grim: And even after the performance ends, there's still gonna be so much for us to do!

Grim: Let's keep doing our best, hench-human!   

Requested by @farfalla049.

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 2)

The car wasn't coming. Great. It was raining cats and dogs, and Alfred was visiting family and using some of his well-earned vacation days. So you were going to be walking home in the rain. Wonderful.

You kept your head down as you walked home. All the better to keep the rain out of your eyes. Besides, you'd walked this route loads of time before. You knew it like the back of your own hand. Your familiarity with this street brought you comfort.

It was probably why it was so easy to kidnap you.

You get stuffed into the backseat of a car with three very large men. They grab your student ID from around your neck to make sure that they're snatching the right kid. "Yep, this is them," one says, as the other one drives like crazy and the third frantically dials a number. "The boss is going to be quite happy."

You get delivered to the Penguin, who is pleased. "Right first time, I'm impressed," he snarks. "Don't worry, little dove, I won't hurt you, I'm just here for the ransom. Since your daddy can afford to cough up the dough, you should be out of here in a few hours. A day, at most. In the meantime, have yourself an unguided tour of the vault."

Penguin locked you in his vault of money and artwork and continued on with his day. Bruce Wayne would be calling with the ransom any minute now.

Any minute now.

"OK, what is the holdup with this ransom?" Penguin yelled. "Haven't you called them up by now?"

"We have!" a henchman assured. "He just said, 'nice try', and hung up. We sent a guy over to the house, and he still didn't believe it. They think it's a joke or a scam or something."

"WHAT?!" Penguin spluttered. "I planned a kidnapping, and he won't even believe me? Wait, where's the kid?"

"Still in the vault."

"Damn it! I'll be right back!" Penguin stammered. He opened the vault, expecting a monstrous, messy tantrum. Instead, you were wide awake, and his vault . . . was organised. Well, half-organised.

"Hi, Mr Penguin!" you chirped. "I just thought you'd appreciate if the place was a little more tidy! Alfred taught me the basics, but I've been organising all these coins and notes by country of origin!"

"How long have you been in here?" Penguin croaked.

"About five hours."

"Aren't you hungry? Thirsty? Tired?"

"I am a little, but I just figured that you wouldn't care. Everyone at Wayne Manor couldn't care less, and I live there!" Reader laughed, and everyone exchanged horrified looks behind their back.

Penguin's jaw dropped. "Well, kid, what's your favourite kind of takeout? I know a place with some really good Indian food."

Reader smiled. "Indian food sounds nice."

Part 1

Part 2 <- You are here

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Taglist: @tinybrie

[billiesleftboobie]

𝐁𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩

Billie x female reader

Summary: shivering at the bus stop untill a gorgeous girl offers you a jacket

Warnings: none? Just fluff, some tension in the air

a/n: hey thereeeee! Soo this is my first ever fic or one shot or what ever this is I've written so no judging. Anyway I aplogise for any spelling or grammar mistakes as english is not my first language!! Hope you guys like this :)

⋆˚꩜｡ᯓ★

Muddy water splatters under my shoes as I make my way to the bus stop near my school. I'm shivering from the cold, wrapping my arms around myself in a weak attempt to warm up. My hoodie isn't doing much to block the icy breeze. My shoulders ache under the weight of my heavy backbag, and my eyesight is blurred with water droplets clinging to my glasses.

I let out a breath as I stand at the cold, empty bus stop—untill I feel the quiet presence of another person beside me. I'm not much of a talker so I only steal a brief glance at her.

She is the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen.

Her hair as dark as the night sky, eyes a breathtaking shade of blue, baggy clothes looking effortlessly good on her body and a pair of delicate thin glasses resting on her nose.

"It's cold out here, huh?" She says, Her voice is smooth and soft, lingering in the air like the last note of a lullaby.

"Yeah.. it is, isn't it" I let a soft chuckle, staring down at my shoes, now ruined by the muddy ground. My hands are still wrapped around myself, trying desperatly to stop my shivering.

"You cold?" She asks.

Finally, I turn to look at her and my green eyes meet her ocean—blue ones. The moment is short but it makes my heart skip a beat. It felt like something shifted inside of me.

"A little yeah" I nod my head, feeling the nervousness flutter in my chest as my words slip out softly.

"You look like you're gonna turn into an icicle. Take my jacket" Her voice is warm, but there is a teasing edge to it. She starts slipping the jacket off her shoulders.

"What? I- no you're gonna get cold" I say quickly, worried for her sake.

A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she holds her jacket out for me. "Come on, my bus will be here soon I think I'll survive for a little while" she says, her voice is confident and smooth.

I hesitate for a moment before taking her jacket. I drop my backbag off my shoulders to slip the jacket on. It's warm and it has a sweet scent to it, maybe vanilla?

"Thank you.." I murmur, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

"My pleasure" she says, the smirk still lingering on her lips, as she turns to the bus that has just pulled up to the stop, which unfortunetly isn't mine.

But before she can walk in, I catch her arm gently. "Wait, how am I going to return your jacket?" I ask my eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry.

"How about your number pretty girl" she grins, the words slipping out smoothly filled with confidence.

My face turns red like a tomato at her bold words. I scramble my backbag for my phone, feeling all warm suddenly as she enters her number.

"I never got your name" I say softly, almost shy now, before the girl steps into the bus.

"It's Billie"

[goldenbellamy]

Yeah, I have decided to move to Canada but it was a really hard decision and even now it is really stressful trying to prepare for what might happen. Like Trump has been very openly antagonist towards Canada and it's economy will probably be very badly effected by him so that's not great for me. And in some places Canada has been influenced by MAGA and moved to the right.

But as a trans person I just really don't believe that I can stay here and especially not here in the south.

And even with how worried I am about the future of both Canada and the US, I still also feel like I am really lucky and privileged in that I can move. Like it is really only possible because I was already a Canadian citizen (born there), my parents are moving with me, and the rest of my family live there. Which means that the immigration process will be easier and I will have financial support.

You know I said I’d see how Drump’s first 100 days go before deciding whether or not I wanted to try and leave the country and we’re more than halfway through his first 100 days and so far I don’t know actually.

I mean I certainly don’t have the money to make an international move. But even if I did, I mean other countries are also taking a turn towards the far right and President 47 seems determined to burn down the rest of the world as well for no good reason.

On the other hand I’ve updated myself on how to apply for asylum in certain countries just in case we go in a very specific direction. Because will we? At this point I don’t know what’s gonna happen in the next 24 hours. We’re all back in Drump’s society-wide reality tv show and this time there’s even less people pumping the breaks and also Elon Musk is there.

[bunji-enthusiast]

sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ

Summary || Change was always a weird process, and currently, that is what happened. Shit gets rough, sure. But atleast you have each other, right?

WC: 4k

A/N: snatched this absolute domestic fluff from this post. Also was starting to get way too long, so this is part 1. The idea will come to a head in a later part. Timeline is set during season 2 obviously. (Whaaat am I doing)

Part 1 (here) | Part 2

Surprised was not nearly enough of a word to describe the way you felt about Rex, it was, in every sense of the word —

Relieving?

Yeah, that. You weren’t sure what it was to have caused such a change, whatever it was that stirred. But if it was such a close brush with death that made him perceive things differently, then you rather wouldn’t try to understand that part, scary. Your own dance with death was terrifying enough, and you've been in these situations before! Yet the only difference that pertained to the truth was the fact you felt such an utter gut swirling incessantly in the pits of your stomach. Like it was telling you with everything it could muster to stay alive, stay out of the fight.

Don’t. Move.

You remembered the whole damn thing ever since you’ve gotten hospitalized.

Moreover, you were also a hero, and heroes unfortunately defend and fight. Which Rex managed to do a lot more of than you were able to, much to your self-chagrin.

Though it was more of adrenaline and a very pissed off Rex Splode that drove him to finally finish the fight with the Lizard League, which made you laugh. Because you couldn’t even manage to contribute much as you had been taken out of commission halfway through the fight, while later when you had awoken in your own room, the homely smell of sterilization and the wayward energies of death permeating the atmosphere made you come to a swift realization of what had happened.

[“Fuckin’ asshole..” You muttered, clutching the side of your abdomen. Suddenly in the midst of your own struggle, you got blasted sideways, slamming your body against another wall. You let out a pained groan, your eyes immediately settling on seeing the bodies of the multiple copies of Dupli-Kate laying astray, innards out for bacteria to invade.

You could hear both Rex and Rae shouting in disbelief, Rae more vocal as to Rex more evenly. Though you swore you could hear the hurt in their tones, which was exactly fair.

You swore with everything in you to not throw up, the smell was far too familiar. Yet coming from a fellow guardian, it just made you sick to your stomach. A problem you really didn’t need right now. None of the Lizard League members were currently paying attention to you, fortunately enough.

That sudden inability of gratitude made you uncomfortable, so you stood up, despite every muscle and bone in your body screaming at you to stay down. You moved, and you attacked the female member of the league; she struck back in retaliation, tearing her attention away from Rex. He gasped in pain as he held his side, stepping back twice, eyes weary with worry and precipitation.

Despite the worry — Rex figured you could handle her on your own, you always had a way with these things, so he turned his gaze to Rae to see how she was doing. Seeing that she had already killed the man dressed in black and scaled orange spots, he had a slight brief moment of relief. Then turned to the largest man in the room.

You on the other hand weren’t paying attention to the main part of the fight, keeping your focus on killing the woman in front of you. Your vision thrummed with blood, adrenaline coursing in your veins as you narrowly avoided her attacks, you didn’t prove to be lucky with every single dodge however. Wincing, you clamped down on your jaw, trying to despell the evidential reality of your condition.

“Just stay down already,” The lizard woman sneers, her confidence palpable as you two wrestle for control, arms interlocked in a vice grip. “And your death will be a quick one.”

You didn’t respond, you wanted to. But didn’t, you truly couldn’t muster the energy necessary. She also really was starting to make your blood boil. You shook your head, surging forward with energy, thrusting a punch to her face. Watching the way her expression shifted as she fell backwards within her surprise. “Looks like I'm not the only one.” You snorted with a half-smirk, heaving a heavy breath as you continued forward. Granted, you could’ve used your ability, but you needed a certain level of concentration for it to work.

And your concentration was beginning to falter in the midst of it all, that you were really hating on right now. You did not need your body giving out on you right now.

You staggered as you threw another punch, then another, not letting the woman have time to react to your attacks. She threw up right as you threw a gut-punch, good process you noticed. Anything for you at this point went, and anything would be good right now. “You bitch!--” The lizard woman gasped as she grabbed the neck fabric of your costume, yanking you back, trying to garner distance. But you struggled, straining against the force as you bashed any part of her body possible. Anything to turn her into mush, make her stop moving.

Your body began slowing down, your vision catching dots of blood spattering everywhere. For good organization red was a stylish color, but in the transparent eye of a human, not so much. The alive and the dead, it didn’t bode too well.

God everything hurts.

Then your vision swam in black dotted spots, feeling the way your awareness slipped away from you. Fatally unconscious.]

You winced as you grabbed the side of your head, the memories of it all rushing back to you as you regained your awareness. “Shit…” You hissed out.

The room was small to say the least, but not suffocating fortunately.

You tore your gaze away from your bed, shifting around as you looked for somebody. You were worried about the states of your teammates, though, now you had thought of it. It was likely that they were hospitalized as well.

Though you weren’t sure if you could say the same about Kate, her fate was spelled out loud and clear to all three of you back in that situation.

Suddenly someone came into the room, a nurse, maybe. She called out, alerting other staff to your now very awake status. Now apparently, from what you’ve heard coming from the few staff attending to you, checking your vital signs and health, is that you had been in this case — relatively well off compared to the others. Abdominal tearing to your muscle, multiple trauma fractures to your skeleton. You couldn’t retain all of it, but the explanation made enough sense. Soon enough, the clamor of the small group died down, seeing as that your vitals were satisfactory levels. Able to be monitored once in every little while without predominant worry.

Then, in the depths of your self-suffocating silence, a familiar voice of a very insufferable (but annoyingly reliable) old man cuts into your hearing.

It’s Cecil Stedman, the Director of the Global Defense Agency — the man who’s seen and done more than most could imagine. His grizzled, yet composed presence is unmistakable, a sharp contrast to the machine-like efficiency of the GDA’s medical team working behind him. His white hair, long and wispy, catches the dim light as he steps forward, his usual air of authority tempered with something else... maybe even a hint of concern.

"You're awake," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle, though with that characteristic coldness that’s always present in his tone. "I thought we might need to call in the whole damn hospital for you, but it seems you’ve got more fight left in you than I thought."

Was it really that bad?

You feel the sharp sting of movement as you try to adjust yourself, gritting your teeth at the pain coursing through your body. A sigh escapes you, a strange mix of frustration and relief. You’re alive. But at what cost? You glance over at Cecil, whose eyes, though steely, are focused on you with a keen awareness.

"Where… where are the others?" You rasp out, your throat dry.

Cecil offers a half-smile — an expression that somehow carries both reassurance and a sense of grim determination. "Rex Splode and Rae are both in stable condition. They were near death, but they’ll make it. A bit of a mess, but that’s nothing we can’t handle. As for the others..." His face darkens briefly, the air growing heavier. "One of us didn’t make it. Not sure what happened to her yet, but it doesn’t look good."

You nod solemnly. A lump forms in your throat as the weight of the situation settles in. Another fallen comrade. Another loss in a long string of them, you knew, hoped otherwise – but no. You clench your fists under the blanket, angry at the helplessness of it all.

Cecil watches you for a moment, his posture relaxed but ever observant. "I know you’re pissed off," he mutters, "And you have every right to be. But you did your part. You and the others did your best, and that’s all anyone could ask for."

You lock eyes with him, the words hanging in the air. Cecil always had a way of saying things that didn’t necessarily comfort, but at least they didn’t sugarcoat reality. "Thanks for the update," you reply, though your voice betrays the exhaustion that weighs on you.

There’s a moment of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just the kind of quiet that only seems to exist between people who’ve seen too much — and have lived through it all anyway.

"You always seem to pull through," Cecil finally speaks, his tone almost reflective. "You’re a lot tougher than you give yourself credit for."

A small, self-deprecating laugh escapes you. "If it wasn’t for this damn hospital, I wouldn’t be here." You glance around, your eyes trailing over the sterile white walls again. "Why here though? The Pentagon?"

Cecil looks at you with a wry smirk, as though this is a question he’s been asked a thousand times before. "Where else would you want to wake up after almost dying? Besides, we’ve got the best medical team this side of the planet. It’s not just about the injuries. It’s about making sure you’re fit enough to get back out there when duty calls."

He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle in. "You’re part of something bigger now. Whether you want to be or not."

The truth in those words hits hard, and you feel that familiar twinge of uncertainty that always accompanies Cecil's philosophy.

"We can be the good guys, or the guys that save the world. We can’t be both," you repeat, almost by reflex, as if it’s something you’ve heard a thousand times before.

Cecil’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a quiet acknowledgment in his gaze. "Exactly," he says softly. "It’s a harsh truth, but it’s the truth. We do what we have to do for the greater good, even if it means making sacrifices."

You want to say something — argue, maybe. But the words don’t come. Instead, you let out a breath, staring at the ceiling. "I didn’t ask for this… any of it," you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

Cecil’s response is calm, as it always is when it matters most. "None of us did. But it’s our responsibility now." He pauses again, his eyes narrowing with a subtle intensity. "You can rest now. We’ve got things covered. But when you’re back on your feet, I’m sure there’ll be more to do. There always is."

You nod, your thoughts clouding as you try to process the gravity of what he’s saying. There’s no rest for the weary in this line of work. Still, you have to admit that part of you feels a bit of relief that at least the people around you — your team — are going to make it through this. Even if it means facing the next battle head-on.

the days will stretch on, and you know you’ll get back in the fight. Because that’s what heroes do. They keep going, even when the world seems to be falling apart.

During the duration of your recovery, you were able to move around without the worry of pain stopping you. Initially you had been unable to, your legs limp as noodles. You had a quiet laugh about that part, but you hated not having the freedom of movement, however, you had to take it easy and listen to the staff. A familiar routine to be sure, but this was a much more devastating case.

God, you could actually remember right before the fight ensued, what Rex had said about pizza. You wondered, if the situation had gone different, that you all would’ve been sitting back at HQ — munching on that damn pizza, along with whatever else had been ordered.

Though today, before visiting Rex; you decided to visit your other friend.

Rachel.

You can’t imagine whatever the ordeal for her in that fight was, no doubt terrifying. Knowing her obvious ability to shrink in size, you could only imagine the details when you strode up to the window, clutching your stomach. There was a viewing window, easy enough for people to peer through if they wanted too, check up on their loved ones. One for every room obviously.

She was lying in a hospitable coffin, soundly asleep. The damn thing may as well have been one, considering her very prudent state. Earning your scars, willingly or unwillingly; was one aspect that any hero could be excitable for. But through the wisdom of the pain, it makes you very wise otherwise. Leaving you with some festering pit of depression, but unfortunately, it's something nobody is prepared for regardless.

You sighed, trudging forward despite your soreness, making your rounds – greeting some familiar staff here and there on the way to Rex’s room.

The room was quieter than it had been for days. Even the hum of the building’s usual bustle seemed to have taken a break, leaving only the sound of footsteps as you made your way to Rex’s room. He was supposed to be recovering, but you weren’t entirely convinced. After all, Rex was stubborn, and if anyone could push their limits just to prove they were fine, it was him. You knocked gently, not wanting to surprise him too much, but you knew that wouldn't stop him from blowing up in some sarcastic, Rex Splode fashion.

The door creaked open, revealing the sight of him sprawled out on his bed. His usual sharp demeanor was nowhere to be found—just exhaustion, but still, a faint, familiar smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth when he saw you.

"Great, here to tell me how much of an idiot I am for almost getting myself killed?" Rex said, his voice hoarse but laced with humor, his usual sarcasm evident even through the tiredness.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a moment before shaking your head. "I was more concerned about you, actually. You seemed like you were barely hanging in there after the fight." You shot back, noting the one of the few other times you’ve managed to visit him.

Rex waved a hand dismissively, propping himself up on his elbow. "I'm fine. You know me, never been better." He flashed a cocky grin, but you caught the way his eyes flickered to the bandages wrapped around his torso. Though the bandages were barely present despite the hospital dress, you could see it. A slight shift in the air told you that he was just trying to hide it behind bravado.

"You nearly died, Rex," you said softly, stepping further into the room, moving towards his bed. The tension between you both was always there, thick and suffocating, but lately... things felt different. You weren’t sure what it was, but something had shifted between you two after everything with the Lizard League. Maybe it was the close calls, the way you both kept ending up on the same team even after all the chaos. Maybe it was how, despite all of his flaws, Rex had found a way to matter in your life, in ways that were harder to ignore with each passing day.

Rex shrugged, not meeting your gaze, and rubbed a hand through his hair (whatever was there despite the headdress), his eyes glancing anywhere but at you. "Guess I’m not invincible. Wouldn’t be the first time I messed up."

The memory hit you like a sudden wave, and you couldn’t help but lean back against the wall as it flooded your thoughts. The mission—the mission. It felt like ages ago, but it still burned with a clarity that felt so vivid you almost imagined you could still feel the heat of it, the adrenaline, the uncertainty.

Not that he had entirely messed up though, this was something different. What it reminded you of.

[The two of you had been briefed about the mission at the Guardians' headquarters. A villain by the name of Kael the Tyrant had been wreaking havoc in the city, but it was more than just typical bad guy stuff. He had an entire crew of hired muscle—bounty hunters, mercenaries, the usual scum—and Kael had a plan that involved unleashing an ancient device that could cripple the city in ways no one could fully anticipate.

It was supposed to be a standard mission, you’d thought. You and Rex—just the two of you, no big team, no backup. They didn’t pair you up often, not for missions this high-stakes. But this time, the Guardians thought it was best if you and Rex could handle it yourselves. A test, they’d said.

At least, that’s how it felt when Rex shrugged, a cocky grin on his face. “Guess we’re gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way. Don’t get too used to it.” He flashed you that mischievous glint in his eyes, like this was just another run-of-the-mill mission, like the stakes weren’t as high as they actually were.

You hadn’t thought much of it then, but looking back, you realized how wrong you’d been

It started out as typical, with you both taking down the smaller henchmen in the streets. The crowd was thick, Kael’s mercenaries everywhere—civilians scattered, too terrified to help themselves. Rex’s usual boisterous banter kept things light, though he definitely looked like he was in his element, picking off bad guys left and right with those explosive blasts of his. You were doing what you always did—darting in and out of spaces they couldn’t track you, making sure no one got the drop on either of you.

But as always with these missions, things escalated.

Kael wasn’t just hiding behind his hired goons. He had something bigger planned, a huge contraption built into the side of a building—a machine capable of releasing toxic gas into the air, capable of scrambling the city’s tech for hours. When the mercs realized you were onto them, they launched a full-out counterattack—something brutal, and definitely not part of the original plan.

That’s when everything took a turn.

You were behind a stack of crates, your heart racing, trying to catch your breath. You had a few cuts—nothing serious. Rex wasn’t in much better shape, though his typical cocky smirk had disappeared, replaced with a fire that could’ve lit the entire city.

Then, without warning, one of the mercenaries caught you—his fist slamming into your ribs before you had time to dodge.

The pain was sharp, immediate, and for a split second, you thought you might not recover from it in time. The villain’s grip tightened on you, and everything around you blurred, except for the rush of panic building in your chest.

That was when Rex exploded into the scene, literally.

“Get your filthy hands off her!” His voice was a low growl as he tore through the mercenary like a hurricane. With a snap of his fingers, Rex launched one of his explosive bursts, sending the villain flying backward. You could see the fury in his eyes, that rage and protectiveness you rarely saw.

You’d never seen Rex quite like that before.

But just as quickly, another mercenary, this one larger and more armored than the rest, charged at him from behind, knocking Rex to the ground with a heavy hit. The force of the strike caused a crack in the pavement beneath him. You gasped, trying to make your way to him, but the pain in your side from the mercenary’s earlier blow had slowed you down.

And then it happened.

A massive explosion.

You felt it before you saw it—a blast so forceful, it knocked you off your feet. The impact rattled your bones, and the world spun. You barely had time to recover before Rex was back on his feet, his body tense with anger as he shouted at you, “Stay down! I’m not losing you!”

But it was too late. That explosion—one from Kael’s hired gun, one that had hit too close to you—had shredded the side of your armor. You could feel blood welling under your clothes as you staggered to your feet, barely able to hold yourself up.

Rex turned then, his eyes locked on you, full of concern—and it was there, in that fleeting moment, that something between you snapped. You didn’t have time to analyze it, though. The villain had already turned, heading straight for the machine.

“Rex—go!” you managed to gasp out, pain lancing through your side. “We’ve got to stop him! The machine!”

But Rex wasn’t listening. Not now. Not when you were hurt. Not when he was pissed.

“No,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not leaving you.”

You couldn’t stop him, though, and at that point, neither could you really move to stop him. Rex charged forward with reckless abandon, the fury in his gaze blinding as he launched everything he had into the mercenary. It was explosive—not just in power, but in the sheer frustration that made every hit feel like it was landing for all the wrong reasons. Rex wasn’t just fighting to stop the guy. He was fighting to make them pay for what they’d done to you.

He didn’t stop until the mercenary was out of commission, and even then, Rex only paused long enough to check on you—his hand on your shoulder, his breath shallow from exhaustion, eyes filled with a protective fire you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re not dying on my watch,” he muttered, voice rough.

It wasn’t just the injury. It was the way he looked at you, like something inside him had cracked wide open, something neither of you had dared to acknowledge before.

“I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, but even you could hear the lie in your voice.

Rex wasn’t fooled. “No, you’re not. And I’m going to make sure it stays that way.”

He helped you up, half-carrying you to the machine after dispatching the rest of Kael’s men. The battle wasn’t over yet, but it was clear that something between the two of you had shifted. That recklessness, that protective instinct… It was like a door had opened.

And you couldn’t say you hadn’t felt it too.

The mission ended in victory—Kael’s device was shut down, the city was safe, but the cost had been more than just the injuries. It had been the moment you realized Rex cared more than he let on. Maybe even more than he was ready to admit.]

You blinked, the memory fading back into the quiet of the present, but it stayed with you—a constant reminder of how things had shifted, the beginning of everything. Rex, the way he had cared then, was still the same Rex that stood beside you now, even if he had trouble saying it aloud.

You could still feel the weight of it—the lingering tension between you, the unspoken words hanging in the air between your words, and just how much you were starting to care.

You sat on the edge of his bed, the space between you a quiet reminder of the unspoken things. There was always something there, lingering in the back of your mind. He had this ability to make you feel like you were too much and not enough at the same time, but right now, you weren’t going to let that stop you.

"Everybody fucks up, Rex," you said, leaning closer. "But you're allowed to care about your life. You don’t have to be so reckless all the time. You’ve got people who care about you."

A slow breath left his lips, the sharp edge of his usual attitude softened by exhaustion. "Yeah, well, you’re one of them, huh?" His voice was quieter now, less teasing and more... real. For a split second, you could have sworn you saw the barest trace of something more in his gaze—something uncertain, but earnest.

Your heart skipped a beat. You fought the urge to push it away, to say something witty and deflect. Instead, you simply nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. I care about you, Rex."

There was a long pause, and for a moment, the room was still. The usual sarcastic comebacks, the way Rex would usually brush off anything sincere, wasn’t there. He didn’t try to mask the vulnerability that was creeping into the space between you.

"You know, I’m not great with... this stuff," he muttered, his voice almost vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. "The caring, the emotions, the... whatever this is." He looked at you, his gaze intense and searching, like he was waiting for you to confirm something, anything.

You reached out, gently placing your hand on his, a simple touch that carried more weight than either of you could probably express in words.

"I get it," you said, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I’m not exactly good with this stuff either."

Rex's lips quirked into that familiar grin, though it felt more tired than usual. "Yeah, well, maybe that’s why we're both a mess."

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his hand against yours. "Maybe," you agreed.

There was no grand confession, no dramatic moment, just the quiet understanding that hung between you both. But somehow, that felt like enough.

Rex stared at you for a moment longer before his grin returned, though this time it was laced with something deeper. "So, you planning on sticking around and making sure I don’t blow myself up again?"

Your smile softened as you leaned back, looking up at him. "Yeah, I think I’ll stay for a while."

The space between you two wasn’t quite so distant anymore, and as you sat there with him, the tension felt... different. More real. You weren’t sure where things would go, but right now, this—just this moment—felt like the beginning of something neither of you had been brave enough to face before.

[natsredbra]

Might be a bit of a interesting ask, but I love your work and wanted to ask if you could write something for me? And I mean just like your thoughts not a story! I know you’ve got a lot on your plate (I am eagerly awaiting everything you write 🤭) I suffer from sleep paralysis, and it’s honestly been something I have had since I was a child. It’s hard to sleep, and sometimes I actually don’t even want to go to bed because I get anxiety. And if I do have it the next day I feel weak (disoriented) and just exhausted. It doesn’t happen all the time just when I’m stressed or I happen to sleep on my back. But I was wondering (here come the comforting thoughts) I am obsessed with Nat and Lottie , (lCutest humans on earth) and I wanted to know what Nat and Lottie would do to help reader? Specifically reader who is scared and uncomfortable. Tired but doesn’t want to sleep. Whatever thoughts you have! Is 🖋️ taken by any anons per chance?

ohh anon that must be such a bitch to deal with, even if you’re used to it……here are some hcs just for you, i tried to come up with this as soon as possible - also please excuse any inaccuracy since i don’t have experience with sleep paralysis (also i wasn’t sure if you meant lottienat x r so if you did don’t hesitate to tell me!) + you’re welcome to use🖋️!!

Lottie Matthews

This girl is so caring

She knows about your problem and reassures you every night before you go to sleep

Never finds it annoying if you have to do something to ensure it doesn’t happen before bed

Makes sure to remind you to sleep on your side

Even if she wakes up during the night for some water or the bathroom and spots you on your back, she’ll turn you

And try not to wake you up

If it does happen, sometimes she’ll be awake coming back from the toilet and it’s the best deal possible

Because she’s right there to tell you none of it is real and soothe you once you gain your movement back

Trust, she’s had a lot of experience with seeing scary things that aren’t there

Once she finds you doing an all nighter and she’s heavily against it

Will do anything to lull you to sleep

And if she manages to and you have another episode (?), she definitely blames herself

But won’t show it, at that moment she just wants to be there for you

Holds you so so tight for the rest of the night

When she is comforting you, she tries to make you reflect on it and gain more consciousness about your surroundings

Natalie Scatorccio

Nat wings it a bit more

When you tell her about your problem she seems a bit unbothered

Not in a way that she doesn’t care, she just thinks it won’t be difficult do deal with no matter how much you try to tell her otherwise

Once it does happen, she eats her words quickly

She’s freaking the fuck out, not sure of what to do when you start panicking after it’s over

Nat’s just kind of there, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Contrary to Lottie, she just wants to make you forget about all of it and go back to bed

This girl just wants you to feel better :(

The night after you decide not to sleep and she hates it, she’s on your ass on it entirely

”Babe I’ll be right there with you! You don’t need to worry.”

Says things like that, though it doesn’t hold much weight for you

If you still stay up she’s very worried the next morning and is soft with you the whole day

She knows how exhausted and disoriented you are and is practically your butler for the whole day

[pieandflannel]

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pairing: dean winchester x sam’s gf!reader

summary: dean falls into depression due to being lovesick over you, who is dating his brother.

cw: angst, alcohol consumption, alcoholism, depression, lovesick dean, depressed dean, hopeless dean, no happy ending for dean, grammar not checked, somehow proofread.

word count: 781

julia yaps: i wrote this instead of going to sleep so apologies for any mistakes! 

inspo: bittersuite by billie eilish + this tiktok

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i’ve been having dreams.. about you and me..

at least one times a week.. i feel so empty when i wake up knowing i can only touch you in my dreams..

i can’t sleep.. properly because the only thing on my mind is you..

i see the way you want at me.. am i crazy? is it just my delusions? am i seeing what i want to see?

i want to be the one.. to hold you tight against me.. kiss your soft lips.. feel the warmth of your skin..

but i got to be careful.. lately he’s been suspicious as to why i haven’t been myself, that i’ve been turning down so many women.. not even checking anyone out.. but how can i when the only person on my mind is you..

i gotta watch what i say.. i can’t let you or him in on my true feelings.. it would ruin the whole dynamic between us..

god i hope it all goes away.. maybe the alcohol will help me forget..

cause i can’t fall in love with you.. i just can’t

no matter how bad that i want to.. it’s wrong, you’re my brother’s girlfriend

And i could never do that to sammy..

tears form in dean’s eyes

there is a knock on dean’s door, his brother’s voice is heard from behind the door “dean? you in here?”

dean clears his throat and wipes his eyes before he answers “yeah” his voice raspy from the alcohol he’s been drinking.

sam slowly opens the door, noticing dean sitting by the table behind the door, bottles of whiskey sitting on the table, some of them empty.

“dean you haven’t been out your room for a couple days, what’s going on?” sam asks with a worried look.

“have you been drinking all this time?” he asks, picking up one of the empty bottles, assessing it before putting it down.

dean says nothing. just takes another sip from his glass. sam sighs.

“talk to me man..” sam’s voice softening up knowing that his brother’s behaviour only means one thing and one thing only, dean is trying to run away from something. and that something usually being his own feelings and thoughts.

sam looks at dean with his well-known puppy eyes, “please..” he pleads.

“leave me alone sam” dean finally speaks, obviously shutting his brother out, but what else is he supposed to do when that’s all he knows thanks to john.

sam knows not to push his brother because it’s just no use, so all he does is sigh,

“alright.. i did find us a case though” he offers hoping dean will finally leave his room. get some fresh air. eat something. maybe even crack a half smile after the hunt is a success.

“you two can handle it” dean says in a monotone voice as he takes another sip. sam’s heart aches seeing his older brother like this, his jaw clenching slightly. the feeling of hopelessness flooding his system. he doesn’t remember the last time dean was in such a bad place. well at least to a point where he shuts himself in his room for days.

“so what now you’re just not going to talk to me and drink yourself to death? is that it?” sam tries very hard not to snap at him, but even he has his limit of patience.

“pretty much, yeah” dean shrugs, sounding more and more numb, like he actually doesn’t care what happens to him.

sam lets out a small scoff and shakes his head in disbelief, the dean he knows wasn’t a quitter, dean would never give up.

his brother is battling something very serious inside his head but he refuses to open up. wouldn’t be a first, but this time it seems as serious as ever.

“this isn’t like you dean, you have to talk me” sam attempts the soft approach again, he closes the door and sits down on the edge of the bed, his voice sympathetic yet pleading.

dean isn’t happy about sam pushing him, especially that he wasn’t going to tell him that he fell in love with his brother’s girlfriend, he wasn’t going to tell him how she makes his heart flutter whenever he hears her voice, or how he cannot keep his eyes off her when she smiles so beautifully, he cannot tell him that every time sam kisses her he wishes to be in sam’s spot, or even the fact that he can’t stop feeling guilty that he even fell for her in the first place,

i mean come on.

this ain’t a fairytale with a happy ending where they all hug it out and live happily ever after.

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

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[luigilore]

okay so here goes: imagine you were changing into your pajamas or something, and after stepping into your pants you look into the mirror and get distracted. you wanna look away but can’t, seeing your breasts and maybe placing your hands on them and feeling dejected. like one of those times where you examine yourself in the mirror for a very long time, evaluating every angle and feeling really disappointed.. eventually lu would maybe worry about where you went and he’d find you, maybe seeing you from the doorway and feeling his heart skip a beat at your expression. he’d look at you for a minute and then feel bad that he’s seeing you half naked and so vulnerable without your knowledge so he’d go up to you so quickly to ask what was wrong. you’d be mortified kinda, but mostly just sad, telling him ‘i just wish they weren’t so small. they don’t even fit into your hands.’ and he’d be so quick to reassure you, sad that it’s affecting you so much but also so determined to make you change your mind. he’d ask to touch you, obviously, and then just hold them gently. ‘these? i think they’re perfect just like this.’ and it wouldn’t even be sexual, he’d just get to show you how much he loves your body and how there’s nothing he’d change about it… ☹️ sorry i’ve just been thinking about this a lot. thank u love <3 no worries if you don’t wanna write anything after that confusion xx

ughhh this is very sweet... i truly think luigi would be so good in these vulnerable moments! he would be sooo gentle and careful and looking at you with so much love <3 like imagine you saw something stupid online that has stuck with you for the past few days (i am guilty of this)… and luigi can honestly kind of tell something is off but he doesn’t want to pressure you into talking to him but he is a bit worried… from (not so) afar esp when he watches you now...

you’d startle when he clears his throat and feel soooo flustered like there's no reason to be embarrassed, it's luigi, but you still make some attempt at covering yourself. and his chest aches a bit at your misty eyes

i think he would be a bit upset that you're insecure/upset on his behalf omg >:( "do i make you feel like that?" lu asks you genuinely because he'd feel so bad and you'd quickly be like no!!! and he ofc knows he doesn’t but it would hurt his heart 🙁 would ask to touch you soooooo carefully and gently and would watch your reactions. like ur right it's not even sexual but it's sooo intimate and vulnerable and loving, massaging or just holding your boobs, pulling your body close to his, murmuring “these- you, are perfect to me.”

i think he would be very earnestly vulnerable in his own reaction and comfort towards you if that makes sense. looks at you very intently and says “i hate that you tell yourself these things- that you believe them." i really think he would not hide how your pain affects him and how much he cares and genuinely wants to change your mind, understand even just a littleee bit how he feels about you!

omg i haven't talked abt luigi wanting to be as close as humanly possible to you in a while but ofc that applies here, hands rubbing up and down your thighs, kissing down your neck to your chest... falling asleep in his arms :(((

[pankowcrumbs]

Hushed moments X Harry Styles

The absence of his warmth woke me first.

Even in sleep, my body knew. The bed felt colder, emptier without him. I blinked against the darkness, my hand reaching out on instinct, only to find the sheets beside me smooth and untouched.

My heart gave a small, uneasy flutter.

Harry was gone.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sound in the quiet house. The soft patter of rain against the window filled the silence, a gentle rhythm against the stillness of the night.

I glanced at the clock 2:37 AM.

Frowning, I slipped out of bed, pulling his hoodie from the chair beside me and tugging it over my head. It smelled like him faint traces of his cologne mixed with something undeniably Harry. Comforting. Familiar.

Padding barefoot through the house, I checked the living room first, then the kitchen. Nothing.

And then, as I turned towards the hallway, I heard it.

A quiet strumming.

My heart eased at the sound, the tension in my shoulders loosening.

Of course.

I should have known.

I followed the soft melody down the hall, stopping outside the slightly ajar door of his home studio. The dim glow of a lamp spilled out, casting golden light onto the wooden floorboards.

I pushed the door open just enough to see him.

Harry sat on the small loveseat by the window, guitar resting on his lap, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. He was looking outside, watching the rain streak down the glass, his curls tousled, sleep still lingering in his features.

He looked beautiful.

His lips moved, soft words barely above a whisper, like he was lost in thought, lost in the music.

I didn’t move, didn’t say anything just stood in the doorway, watching him.

There was something about him like this, in these quiet hours of the night. So lost in his own world, in the melodies only he could create.

It was one of the things I loved most about him.

After a moment, he exhaled, tilting his head slightly then his eyes flicked towards the doorway, locking onto mine.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"Couldn’t sleep?" I murmured.

He shook his head. "Didn’t want to wake you."

I stepped inside, wrapping my arms around myself. "You alright?"

His gaze softened, something unreadable in his expression. He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, a silent invitation.

Come here.

I didn’t hesitate.

Crossing the room, I crawled into his lap, tucking my legs to the side as his arms came around me without hesitation. His warmth enveloped me instantly, his hands settling on my waist, grounding me.

I exhaled against his neck, breathing him in. "I woke up and you weren’t there."

"Didn’t mean to worry you, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Just couldn’t sleep. My mind’s a bit… restless."

I pulled back slightly to look at him. His green eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was something distant behind them like he’d been caught between thoughts.

I traced my fingers over the ink on his forearm. "Thinking about something?"

His lips curved, but it wasn’t his usual cheeky smirk. It was softer. "Yeah."

I waited, running my thumb over the veins in his wrist.

Then, after a moment, he exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Thinking about you, mostly."

My stomach flipped. "Me?"

Harry hummed, adjusting the guitar in front of us so his fingers could find the strings again. "Always."

He strummed gently, the sound vibrating against me

I shivered.

His arms tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you know how much I love you?"

I swallowed, my heart pounding. "Tell me."

He smiled, dipping his head so his lips brushed against my ear. "I love you more than I have words for." His fingers moved over the strings, the melody quiet, slow. "More than music. More than the stars. More than anything I could ever write into a song."

I felt warmth bloom in my chest, his words settling deep inside me.

"I love you," I whispered, tilting my head up so my nose brushed against his. "So much."

Harry’s breath caught slightly, like he wasn’t expecting it to hit him as hard as it did.

Then he kissed me.

Soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, the corners of his lips tugging up.

"Let me sing to you," he murmured.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as he started playing again, the notes quiet, intimate.

His voice was low and husky from sleep, barely above a whisper, like the song was only meant for me.

The rain continued to fall outside, the rhythm of it blending seamlessly with the music.

Harry’s arms were strong around me, his chest warm against my back.

in that moment wrapped up in him, surrounded by his voice, his love I had never felt safer.

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 1)

Everything turned upside-down when the principal pulled you out of class when you were seven years old. You'd been colouring nicely when she came in.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk to you," she said. "Could you come with me?"

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked.

"No, dear. Just get your stuff."

You collected your things and went with her, where a police officer was waiting. "Here's Y/N, officer," she said to him. That was when you learned, in a haze of horror, that your dear mother had died while you were colouring in class without a care in the world. Car accident.

"Not to worry, she made arrangements as to who would look after you in the event of this happening," the police officer said. "Your biological father . . . Bruce Wayne."

So off you went to your new home, away from your friends and old neighbourhood and everything you'd ever known, and towards the figure known as Bruce Wayne.

The first thing you noticed about your father was that he was, obviously, very rich. All his cars were the fancy ones you used to stare at with your mom when you would walk together.

When you arrived, you had all sorts of questions for your father. "How did you meet my mother? Why didn't you talk to me before this? Did you like spending time with her?"

"I'm rather busy, Y/N. I'll show you to your room," Bruce said, escorting you to a guest bedroom. "We can decorate it later."

Later never came.

After a few weeks, you met his other kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, Cass, and Stephanie. They all looked so cool, like teenagers from a movie. But they always had to 'do stuff'.

"What kind of stuff?" you asked.

"They're a part of scholarships for gifted students," Bruce said, before any of them could say anything. "I happen to be privately tutoring them."

"Oh. So you spend time with them because they're talented?"

"You could put it that way."

That revelation lit a fire underneath you. If your father wanted talented kids, then you would have to be a talented kid.

In everything you could get your hands on.

You became a polyglot, devouring different languages like nobody's business. You took part in gymnastics, just like Dick, and also track. You got straight As in everything, forcing yourself to study night after night. You read the same classic books Jason loved so you could (hopefully) have something to bond with him over. You took some coding classes so you had something to talk about with Tim.

Alfred became a consistent source of comfort, bringing you food and making sure that you didn't over work yourself. He came to every event you had, loyally videotaping it for future viewing.

Nobody cared to look at the tapes. Nobody watched you collect your awards for fastest times, or graduate early as valedictorian. Nobody listened to your headmaster sing your praises as he listed your various scholastic accomplishments.

Damian was the worst. The moment he met you, it was clear that he would hate you until he died. He looked at you with such disgust, such contempt for your existence. Once, he cornered you with a katana that he held so close to your neck that you were cut. Another time, he sicced Titus onto you, leading to a nasty bite mark on your arms when you put them up to defend yourself.

"Titus mauling you would have been an improvement to the Wayne bloodline," he sneered, as you bawled your eyes out. "When are you going to get it through your simple-minded skull that we don't care what happens to you? It's annoying to hear you chatter to us and make conversation about being head of your class and breaking sports records. We all scoff about it when we're on patrol."

Your throat went dry. "Patrol?"

"Of course. Father, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, and myself all have our own alter egos. I am by my father's side cleaning the streets of scumbags as Batman and Robin while you are trying to be top of your stupid little class." He punched you in the stomach, hard. "Honestly, it's a relief to get away from you and your nauseating neediness."

Alfred came to console you after the fact, but he wouldn't hear a word against Damian for hurting you, or Bruce for letting it happen. "Master Damian has had a . . . difficult life, Y/N," he said. "And Bruce's childhood was by no means easy."

You gave up on your family after that. Nobody really wanted you, and Damian actively hated you.

You were nobody's favourite.

Part 1 <- You are here

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Easter Bunny

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Notes: I feel like I don’t write fast enough and at the same time I write too much. By the way is it obvious how badly I want pan dulce rn

P.S I did not reread this after finishing it don't tell me if there are mistakes okay

Most parties, if there was going to be a party were held at Athena’s house. She had the nicest, (Buck fought her on it) place that had the most space for everyone. But this year, it was being hosted at Eddie’s. Athena was getting work done on the patio and Buck was getting his plumbing fixed so- 

Eddie’s house it was. 

It was a potluck, so at least he didn’t have to worry about that part and since he was hosting he didn’t have to make anything. 

He did anyway because his Tìa and Abuelita would murder him if he didn’t, so he went out and bought some Pan Dulce. 

Everything was clean and in order, Buck had slept over last night and helped get it all together. There was just one issue that he had been avoiding this entire time. 

You were coming. 

He’d met you a few months ago at a dinner party at Hens. You were Karen’s cousin and had moved into a place close to theirs and she’d introduced you to everyone. He didn’t even mean to talk to you all night, but you spent the entire night talking in the corner of the room and he was the last to leave. Eventually, Hen kicked you both out and you invited him over to your place.

You’d been texting every day since. Things hadn’t really aligned so you hadn’t had time to hang out, but that didn’t stop the conversation from getting flirty and it certainly didn’t stop you from purposely posting thirst traps on your Instagram that he always liked around 45 minutes after you posted it and after Buck liked it.

They didn’t think you noticed the pattern. 

But now you were on your way to his house and he had to make sure everything looked perfect. He’d gone over everything with a fine-tooth comb, his Military instincts were drilled into his head enough that everything was perfectly in order and no matter how much he fussed they weren’t going to get any better than he’d already done.

“Dude, You have got to calm down.” 

Buck sat on the couch with a beer in his hand, waiting for everyone to show up. He’d been watching Eddie nervously rush around the living room for the past half hour and it was starting to make him tired. 

“I am calm” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and stares at Buck. 

“No, you’re not. But don’t worry! I’ve got just the thing for you!” He gets up and puts his beer in Eddie’s hand before running off the his bedroom. 

Buck comes back and Eddie is fixing the fruit bowl on the table (again) and Buck shakes his head and walks up to him. 

“Okay. Stop.” He slaps the bowl from Eddie’s hands and Eddie yanks them to his chest like he’s burned them and glares at Buck. 

“No. You stop.” He retorts and Buck pinches the bridge of his nose and holds his hand out 

“Just eat this, please.” 

“A fruit snack? You think a fruit snack is going to make me feel better??” He pops it in his mouth and chews angrily… okay actually it was kinda good. But whatever. 

“It’s not a-“ 

“I don’t care. I do not care okay? I’m gonna go lock myself in my room and stay there until they come so I don’t touch anything else” He turns to walk down the hall and stops for a second, his shoulders fall and he takes a deep breath. 

“…Thanks Buck. For being here” 

“What are best friends for? Take a nap buddy I’ll wake you up the second the first guest arrives” 

Buck is standing next to Chimney who’s standing next to Hen who’s standing next to Bobby. 

And they’re all watching Eddie stare into the punch bowl. 

“I warned you they were strong” Chimney mutters through the side of his mouth and Buck cringes. 

“I didn’t think they’d be that strong”

“How long has he been staring for?” Hen checks her watch 

“Seven minutes” Bobby sips his drink and gives Buck a look over the rim. The “go save him and get him to bed” look and Buck starts after Eddie.

“Hey Ed-“ 

But before Buck can get to him, you do. You put your hand on his back and a visible shudder goes through him, he slowly looks at you and you swear you can see little hearts in his eyes.

“Hi,” He swoons with a silly smile on his face. 

“Hi” You smile too and start to gently rub his back. He practically purrs at your touch.

“You doin’ okay? You’ve kinda been getting a glass of punch for a while” 

He blinks at you and then at the bowl of pink punch in front of him. It swirls slowly, the shimmering from the glitter really catches his attention and he finds himself staring again

“Eddie?” You tug his shirt and he looks down at you.

“Hi”

“Hello,” You say again with a snort and take his wrist, “I think you need to sit down honey” 

“Honey? I don’t think I have any. Do you want me to send Buck to the store for some? Or I can go, I’d love to go. I’d go anywhere for you.” 

You guide him into a chair in the corner of the room where it’s a bit quieter and he falls forward and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Oh!” You put your arms up startled, and he nuzzles his face into your torso. 

“You smell like cotton candy” 

At least he was right about that part. 

“It’s my perfume…” you put your arms over his shoulders and he rubs his face on your shirt 

“Just wanna get it all over me” He sighs dreamily “Like your dog does when he goes to the pet store and tries to rub himself against the bone bins” 

“That was so specific.”

“It really fits though!” 

You hold his face in your hands and examine him closely. You slowly turn his head and his eyelashes flutter closed, he looks so… content. You hold his chin in your hand and run your fingers over his hair satisfied that he has no freaking head injury. 

“You wanna open your eyes for me?” You say softly and Eddie looks up at you. Your heart drops into your stomach at that look in his eyes. Your hands tremble and he darts his tongue out to wet his lips. 

“Is everything okay?” His voice is like really freaking low and it’s as smooth as honey and you can practically feel his vocal cords against your palm when he speaks and when he looks at you like that you forget what you’re even thinking. 

Your fingers flutter around his face and you sort of claw at the edges of his jaw and he smirks. He knows that little nervous habit of yours and he’s so proud of you for not hurting him. He stands up slowly and you back up right into the wall behind you. 

“H-hey we’re supposed to be making sure you’re okay” You put your hands on his chest but he doesn’t budge. His arm comes up against the wall and he leans over you, he hooks his finger under your chin and tilts your face up to look at him. 

“I’m okay” His breath fans across your face and you can feel yourself melting into the wall, it’s like this entire party isn’t even here right now. 

He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours. 

“I really, really want to kiss you right now” 

“What’s stopping you?” You mumble and he shuts down for a second. His eyes lock with yours and you don’t look away this time. 

“I’m not sure” He admits “I-I’m not sure you want this as much as I do” 

“Have I given any indication that I didn’t?” Your fingers glide down his sides and grip the fabric of his shirt. 

“I didn’t want to be too forward” He laughs nervously and you giggle and let your head rest against the wall.

“And… cornering me in a party with all your friends and family who just happen to be ignoring us right now, wasn’t forward?” 

He thinks about it for a second, like he’s actually really thinking about it. You can see the gears turning in his head, you can also see the way his eyes start to glaze over again and you narrow your eyes.

“Eddie… Are you high??” 

It finally clicks for you and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. 

“Oh god, what have you done?” You cup his face and his bravado from earlier is gone and he’s back to wrapping his arms around your waist and whining into your shoulder. 

You wrap your arms around his neck pull him close to you and coo softly over his adorable puppy attitude. 

“Come on, let’s get you into your room.” 

He doesn’t want to let go and you can’t exactly carry him, so he does the most logical thing. 

He picks you up. 

“Eddie, Eddie no, no put me down honey, put- put me-“ 

Yeah, he’s not listening at all. He keeps his arms wrapped tightly around you and you wrap your legs around his waist and hold on. 

You’re begging for a Level 25 million Earthquake to just come and swallow you whole as you avoid the curious gazes of a few people watching. They don’t stop until Buck follows after you two and closes the door behind him. 

Eddie literally falls back and crashes on the bed with you. You bounce off his chest and roll to the side of the bed with a wheeze and spread out like a little starfish. 

“What did you do to him?!” 

“C’mere baby” Eddie pulls you into his arms and nuzzles his head into your neck and you yelp and try and reach for Buck. 

“Maybe you should stay here with him… I can run the party. I could just say he wasn’t feeling well”

“Right because me and him in here together and he “doesn’t feel good” doesn’t sound suspicious at all.”

“Well, I can get Bobby and the others to back me up. They’ll have to believe it after that.” 

“Buck I’m really not-“

“It’ll be fine, it’s cool, it’s fine, trust me. I’ll be back in with some food in a few minutes.” 

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before he’s closing the door and you’re sighing loudly and cursing him in as many languages as you can think of. 

You’re so busy trying to figure out another way to tell him to shove it up his ass you don’t even realize Eddie’s staring at you again. 

He’s just watching the way the fading sunlight seems to highlight the contours of your face. You’re staring at the ceiling and his eyes are trailing over your figure and his entire body is just like a puddle at this point because he can’t possibly melt anymore for you than he already has. 

You finally turn to face him and you flinch back slightly. He’s doing that thing again, where he looks like he’s staring into your soul and he’s actually liking what he’s seeing. 

His heart nearly stops in his chest when you look up at him, Golden hour today was just for you, he was sure. He reaches forward and pushes a curl behind your ear and you smile at him. 

“Hi” 

“Hi” 

He leans in closer, nuzzling his nose against yours again and you blush and scoot closer to him.

“We back here again?” You tease and he looks at you. His hand cups your cheek and he runs his thumb over your soft skin.

“Yeah. I still wanna kiss you.” 

“You say it so freely” Your lids flutter closed and you feel his hand moving, gently feeling your face under his fingertips. 

“I’ve never really had the courage to admit it out loud. Remind me never to eat fruit snacks again.” 

“Is that what you thought that was?” You snicker and it makes him roll his eyes. He’s a bit more sober now. 

“He didn’t exactly tell me any different… I don’t think I’d have eaten the entire thing. I can feel my cerebral fluid” 

You turn over into him and laugh into his side, your hand slaps over his chest and he places his over it. His fingers wrap around your hand and he purposefully keeps you trapped against his chest now.

Not that you’ve noticed. 

“How strong was that gummy, holy shit Eddie” 

“I have no damn clue but I can hear colors and it’s great”

That gets him giggling and eventually, you’re both laughing like a bunch of psychos. You slap at his chest and he shakes you and somehow you don’t realize how close you’re getting to the edge of the bed. Because one second you’re rolling over onto him to try and breathe and the next you’re both toppling onto the floor and screaming. 

You hit the ground first and Eddie lands half on top of you. You both groan loudly and he shuffles off you as much as he can in the tiny space. 

“I can’t feel my kidneys” 

“I can’t feel your kidneys” 

He has a little trouble pushing himself up and it’s sending you. He’s still dazed and disoriented and his words slur together the sleepier he’s getting. 

“S’not funny, you little weenie”

You cackle and push him to try and help him get off. 

“Weenie?? You called me a weenie?!”

Eddie’s head is spinning as he stops for a second, on all fours. You look up, your giggles fading and he hovers over you. You’re trapped beneath him and the floor and there’s nowhere to go. 

He leans in close, his breath hot and heavy, mixing with yours. Your hands come up almost immediately and wrap around his neck to pull him closer. One hand keeps him up while the other finds a home on your hip. He keeps you pinned to the floor and finally takes what he’s been wanting all night, hell what he’s been wanting since he first met you. 

All he can focus on is the feeling of your lips pressed to his. His heart pounds in his ears with every little noise you make, he’s the one on top of you and yet he feels helplessly lost in you. Your fingers card through his hair and tug him closer and he groans against your lips. 

“I think I have a boner” 

Eddie finally pulls away and you let out a laughing gasp and peck his lips one more time. 

“Y-yeah, I think you do” 

You look between the two of you to the tent in his pants and your cheeks flush. 

“I think it’s because we were kissing” He whispers like it’s some secret and you nod along with him trying not to laugh at how adorable he is. 

“Usually I at least get halfway through a video or two before this…” He looks down curiously and you sit up under him 

“Ooh-Kay. Let’s- let's think about what we wanna say before we say it okay?” He sits on his legs and the… very big problem is evident as he stares quietly at the floor for a few minutes. 

You take this time to fix yourself up a little,  fixing your shirt he was pawing at and readjusting your-

“I’ve thought about my sentence,” He says clearly, getting your attention. 

“Im disappointed in myself for not making you cum. I really should have paid closer attention to your wants and needs you know?” 

“Eddie sweetie we were just-“

“I mean I’m really into you, you know? I think about you so much. I get excited every time I hear your text tone or when you call me. I like our scheduled FaceTimes and our movie nights where you never hit play at the same time” 

He looks so stressed that he’s telling you all this and you can’t tell if it’s from his lowered inhibitions letting it all out, or that he just feels so much for you he doesn’t know how to put it all into words.

“You’re just so pretty. And- and I keep pussying out of asking you on a real date. I shouldn’t phrase it like that, pussy is actually really powerful.” He sniffles and wipes his eyes “I should call it something to do with men, men are losers. I’m a loser, you deserve someone who won’t dick out of asking you on a date. That makes less sense but you get the point.” 

“Eddie p-please- please stop” You put your hands on your chest because Jesus fucking Christ he is so absolutely painfully cute right now and he just looks so sad and dejected, like a little puppy and he’s literally breaking your heart. 

“Did I upset you?” His voice cracks and you literally burst out laughing and crying at the same time 

“No!! Baby boy no, no of course not. You just- you said so many nice things and- if you remember any of this of course I’ll go on a date with you. You’re not a loser, you’re nowhere close to being a loser. You’re sweet and kind and pretty and so loving- it’s- I’ve also been dicking out of asking you on a date. And you’re right, this totally doesn’t make sense but the point does get across.” 

“You want to go on a date with me? Really? Can we go right now?” His entire demeanor is changed and you’re sure he’s about to start bouncing off some walls. You get up and help him and he sways immediately and crashes back down onto the bed with a loud groan.

“Did you even try using your legs?” You put your hands on your hips 

“Would you believe yes? Do you still wanna go on a date? We can have a date right here.” He nuzzles his face into the blankets and inchworms himself up onto the bed. 

Dear god. 

“Yes we can still have our date… why don’t I get us something to eat and we can have a picnic hm?” 

“I can get it!” He goes to roll off the bed and you jump on it and stop him 

“No!! No- no I want to! Since you finally asked me out, I’ll get the food. You stay right here okay? Don’t move”

Eddie pushes himself up to the pillows and collapses down in them. He hugs one to his chest, snuggles into it and gives it a little kiss.

“Don’t be too long okay? I’ll miss you.” 

“I won’t remember, no moving.” 

“I’ll remember, Hey Y/N?” 

You stop in the open doorway and turn back to him with a little smile.

“Yeah?”

“I think I love you, but don’t quote me on that. I need some more time to get my guest room fixed up. It should be ready for you sometime this year okay? You’ve always wanted a library room, right?” 

Your jaw drops open and you stand there like an idiot, just staring at him. What the hell was this man talking about and why did it send your heart fluttering so high you couldn’t even feel it in your chest anymore? 

“It’s just the drugs talking” 

You jump six feet out of your skin as Buck appears in the doorway. He pushes you back in a little and shuts the door behind him with his foot. He’s got two full plates and a couple of sodas in his pocket. 

“O-oh??” You’re still a bit stunned and you place a hand on your forehead.

“Yeah, He actually can’t decide between a plant room, a library, or a library-plant room.”