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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year ago

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR TWENTY FOUR

in which you and eddie win the bet.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 7k+

→ a/n: oh, holy fuck. holy fucking shit. i have no words, because i know it's not really over yet (we still have an epilogue, friends! don't forget that!) but... i did it. i finished another fic. that's just... insane?

thank you to everyone who has been so very kind and supportive of this fic. i owe you all the world. i'm sure i'll either make a sappy post between now and thursday, or i'll get extra sappy in the a/n on the epilogue, but for now - please know you have all my love. <3

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24:00 ─────────────── ㅇ 24:00

DINGUS: hey, i facetimed them for last hour’s proof. had to work out when they wanted me to head over and pick her up.

BIRDIE: both still alive? both still well?

DINGUS: so it seemed.

ARGYLE 😎: what a relief! I knew they had it in them

JOHNNY BOY: They still have to last one more hour.

NANCE: They’ll last the hour. Have a little faith, babe.

JOHNNY BOY: Still don’t like the fact we’ve just started calling them instead of requesting the photo proof. I mean, how do we not know they’re lying? Did you talk to both of them when YOU called, Nance?

NANCE: Yes, I told you guys that.

NANCE: Besides, you guys already know that Eddie hates having his picture taken. We’re lucky we ever got picture proof to begin with.

DINGUS: also i JUST facetimed them??? physically saw them?? your lack of trust in me and nance kind of hurts jon

BIRDIE: @NANCE hey can you call ME babe next?

HOUR TWENTY FOUR – 4:00 PM

“Hey there, love birds. Glad to see you didn’t kill each other.”

Steve.

You wait for Eddie’s arm to leave you, for him to put space between the two of you, but he doesn’t. He keeps you pressed flush to his side as if the sudden arrival of a friend doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference.

“Hey, Harrington,” he even casually greets first.

He’s making no move to get up off the floor.

Just a little bit longer. Let me sit here and live in this moment a little bit longer.

“Munson,” Steve nods to Eddie before setting his sights on you, “Doll. Nice to see you, kind of glad I’m not having to fish you out of the canals.”

You feel it — Eddie’s arm tenses behind you ever so slightly at Steve’s nickname. Clearly, it’s still a sore spot for him to work through.

“I was feeling generous,” Eddie shrugs as if he hadn’t just revealed a flash of jealousy to you. You’re not even sure if he knows that you felt it. But it was there, in the slightest tightening of his grip and the flexing of his bicep behind your shoulder.

“Generous? I think you were feeling friendly,” Steve waves his hand between the two of you, as if he thought he was pointing out the obvious.

If he thought this was close, he’d faint at the imagery of you on the kitchen counter, Eddie’s face between your legs as he begged for you to let him touch you.

Just as you had noticed Eddie’s jealousy, he notices the way you suddenly heat up, shifting in your seat ever so slightly. That pull on the corner of his lips tells you all you need to know. You kind of hate how easily the two of you can finally read each other. You kind of love the way he’s looking at you as if he’s thinking the exact same thing.

“Do I get my free punch now?” you finally speak up, tone flat as you muster a glare in Steve’s direction. You’re forgoing all polite and pretend oblivion.

Every single one of you here knows what happened. The bare bones of it, at least.

Eddie looks at you curiously, “Excuse me?”

Steve only grins, holding out his arms as if welcoming you, “Take your best shot.”

You stand quickly, and Steve even flinches. He clearly had thought it was all a bit, but you were deathly serious. After the night you’d had, you wanted to punch something, anything.

“Hold on,” Eddie fumbles to follow you as you stand in front of Steve, your eyebrow cocked as you pause, “Hold on, why are you punching Harrington?”

“Oh, I don’t know. ‘She’d never go for me, why would she go for you?’” you remind him, and fully expect for hurt to flash across his face. Instead, merriment continues to tug on his lips, “That ring a bell?”

“It might,” Eddie drawls, slowing down his movement to stand more casually, no longer in a rush to break up the fight. His eyes flash with something, with some sort of affection as your hand curls into a fist threateningly and you continue to glare daggers at Steve, “‘S cute to see you defending my honor, sweetheart.”

Your knees almost physically wobble. The nickname that once struck such anger and irritation in you has become your favorite thing, something that can so easily elicit such a physical reaction. Any taunting has dissipated from his tone when he falls from his tongue now. Adoration takes its place.

Steve looks between you two for a second before his face twists up, “God, I think I liked it better when you two hated each other.”

“Never really hated each other,” Eddie corrects Steve, but his eyes never leave yours.

“Right, must have slipped my mind.”

One of the questions that had been torturing you has now been answered — Eddie would, in fact, be acting differently around your friends. It’s almost enough that you feel no need to punch Steve.

Almost.

“Where do you want it?” you tear your gaze from Eddie, looking back to Steve now expectantly, “Cheek? Nose? Chin? Jaw?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “My God, have you just been dreaming of this moment for the last hour?”

“I have.”

Eddie leans back against the wall, still watching and still smirking as he crosses his arms.

“I know Eddie’s your boyfriend now but-“

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct him quickly, but something inside of you twists at saying that.

He wasn’t your boyfriend. You two had just agreed you’d need time apart before even thinking of exploring what this new chapter will bring you two. So why does it feel so wrong? Why do you suddenly feel like a pathetic teenager, desperate to bestow some cheesy title upon her crush?

Eddie nods when you suddenly look at him, as if he can read your mind, “I’m not her boyfriend. Just… her scary dog.”

Scary dog privilege. And God, does that moment feel light years in the past now. Years ago rather than hours ago. His promise to protect you suddenly rings truer now. If you ever did find yourself in trouble, you knew he’d answer your call. You knew now why his protection only extended to you. You finally, finally understood.

“Scary dog?” Steve squints at Eddie, and his judgmental demeanor has fully returned, “What the fuck does that even mea-“

He doesn’t get to finish the sardonic sentiment. The slap of your palm interrupts him.

“Ow!” he yelps out, head snapping from the force of the hit and hands already coming up defensively.

Eddie pushes off the wall the moment Steve’s hands are up in the air, “Lay a hand on her in retaliation, Harrington, and I’m breaking your arm.”

All the joking, cocky demeanor has faded. Like he had said — scary dog privilege. It applies to more than just pricks at the bar.

“I’m not,” Steve grumbles, rubbing at the red imprint now singing his cheek, “Jesus Christ, I said a punch.”

You fight a smile, “I don’t know how to throw a punch.”

“I can teach you,” Eddie pipes up, now standing beside you, hovering in your orbit.

“Don’t-“ Steve puts out a warning finger, “-encourage her. I only said you could punch me because I knew you couldn’t throw a punch!” he continues to cradle his face, now pouting at you, “Do you feel better now?”

You only answer with a triumphant smile. Because your palm is stinging, and you know violence isn’t the answer, but yeah. You do feel a little bit better.

“I don’t,” Eddie hums. He only has to take one step forward for Steve to back up, throwing out defensive eyes as he narrows his eyes, “Think I deserve to get a slap in, too, Stevie.”

“Fuck that,” Steve spits, eyes wide with genuine fear that makes you want to giggle, “You do know how to throw a punch. If I’m letting you get a free one in, I deserve twenty four hours notice.”

“Then consider this your notice.”

Is this what I had always been missing out on?

You always knew Eddie was playful with everyone, had witnessed how he joked with friends, but you’d never been included. The thought that this was the new normal makes your heart nearly burst. To be on Eddie’s side finally, to be in his good graces properly, makes you feel as if you belong more than any private movie night with Steve or impromptu dinner date with Robin. More than any night out with Nancy. More than any smoke session with Argyle, and more than any literature debate with Jonathan.

It’s as if Eddie was the missing link. You never felt you belonged, because you’d always ached for your rightful spot at his side, not just amongst the group.

The three of you stand in a makeshift circle and every single one of you smiles. Even Steve, through his slipping pout and swollen cheek, is grinning.

Suddenly, it’s not quite as heavy as it once felt.

Everything has changed. Leaving now is not leaving forever.

“I’d pay to see that,” you comment, taking a daring step to bump shoulders with Eddie. His eyes meet yours, his dimples come to life, and suddenly — you’re home, “Think I can get a front row seat to you beating Steve’s ass?”

Steve starts to protest but Eddie only nods eagerly, “I think that can be arranged.”

“I am once again reminding you two that I liked your screaming matches more than whatever this,” his hand flails, motioning to the way you two are standing closer to one another than you are him, “whole teaming-up-against-me bit is.”

“We’re not dating,” you’re reiterating as Eddie laughs out, “Stop being a crybaby.”

You look at one another again. Another foot in the door of your newfound home, another look into your new place to rest your head. It’s as if you’re just now realizing you’ve spent the entire year missing Eddie, even as he was right there in front of you.

“Well, God save us all when you two are finally dating,” Steve mumbles with a shake of his head.

“If-“ Eddie starts to correct, but you stop him.

It’s not an if when it comes to you two dating, you decide. It’s a when.

“I’ll send a gift basket when the day comes,” you snark. The look that Eddie sends you could heal every wound ever left behind, right then and there.

You’re home. When Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders and Steve rolls his eyes at you two (affectionately, even if he’d deny it), you know you’re home.

—

But then, you actually do have to go home.

You try to put it off. The three of you occupy Eddie’s living room for a while, Steve complaining about the way Robin woke him up endlessly throughout the night and how he never did finish that assignment due in his English Literature class. It reminds you that life will continue on; you have to go back to work and school, deal with daily annoyances that should seem bigger than all that’s happened with Eddie tonight, but they don’t. They all seem minuscule now, really.

“Do we still have to send photo proof?” Eddie asks once Steve’s tirade has waned. You’re sat between the two boys, Steve’s body turned almost completely to face the two of you while you and Eddie slowly sink back into the cushions.

You’re sure if Steve knew the activities that had taken place on this couch, he would not be sitting so comfortably. If at all.

Steve sighs at the mention of the bet, “You probably should. Jonathan’s been antsy about it the entire time. Me and Nance tried to cover for you guys, lying about calling and stuff but-“

“Why would you lie?” you inquire, uncurling a bit from your overly comfortable position to stop from falling asleep and actually participate in the conversation.

“Because, unlike the other idiots,” Steve gives a pointed look at you and then Eddie, “We had a hunch about what was going on here. And it’s about time, by the way.”

You think over his words for a second before you look at Eddie with sudden embarrassment, “Have you- Oh my God, have you been telling Nancy what we’ve been doing?”

“What?” Eddie sits up straighter, looking just as panicked, “No. No, absolutely not, I-“

“What have you guys been doing?”

Both of you ignore Steve as Eddie continues on.

“-just spoke to her on the phone once or twice. But I didn’t give her any details. Have you been telling Steve what we did?”

Steve, still being ignored, repeats himself, “What have you guys been doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you scrunch your nose at the thought of being that honest with Steve. You loved him, truly, but not enough to tell him about those kinds of things, “I’d rather sleep in the canals than tell him.”

“What have you guys been doing?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, and he mockingly stabs himself, “Ouch, sweetheart.”

“Not like that,” you backtrack, but more casually as the worry of Steve and Nancy knowing the truth, “I just meant-“

Eddie interrupts with a hand on your knee and a smile on his face, “I know what you meant. I’m just fucking with you. I feel the same way with Nance.”

“Guys?” Steve grows further impatient, “I- What the fuck did you guys do? Oh my God, is it even safe to sit on this fucking couch right now?”

“You don’t wanna know,” you say.

“No, it isn’t,” Eddie says.

It earns him a slap on his stomach as he leans over in laughter at the way Steve launches out of his seat.

“You guys- No. No fucking way,” Steve brushes at the back of his jeans, as if they’re contaminated, “Nope. No way. You’re just fucking with me, Munson.”

“Am I?”

Another slap lands on Eddie’s shoulder as he laughs harder.

“Steve,” you turn to your friend, trying to smile sweetly, “Sit back down.”

“No.”

“You just said you don’t believe-“

“We should get going,” Steve insists through his blush, “You two should take your final picture and we should get going.”

Eddie finally stops chuckling, leaning back up and against the armrest, his ankle cross in front of your shins as he stretches his legs out and sighs, “God, you should see your face right now, Harrington.”

Steve’s scowl deepens, “It’s not funny. Take the fucking photo so we can go.”

You make no move to dig out your phone, because you know. You know once you take this photo, you’ll be leaving, and this will all be over. Once you step foot back into that hallway, time apart begins. Learning how to navigate this new unknown with Eddie begins. It terrifies you, it saddens you, it exhausts you. You hadn’t been prepared for this part of the night.

Even before the confessions, you hadn’t given much thought to the ending of the twenty four hours. You’d assumed it would end in bloodshed and a larger than life fight, probably before the clock even ran out. You’d never assumed it could end in laughing, inside jokes between you and Eddie, in something not only bitter but also sweet.

“Phone, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers as he leans forward and holds out his hand with the palm up, “Before we traumatize the poor guy any further.”

“I will wait in the car, I swear to God-“ Steve starts to protest as you finally dig your phone out of your pocket.

You’re looking down, unable to meet Eddie’s gaze in fear of him picking up on your faint sadness, as you mumble, “Get your panties out of their twist, Steve. Jesus.”

Eddie snorts at that, right as you pass your phone over.

Steve doesn’t comment when you willingly tell Eddie the code to unlock your phone, or the way you let him hold it rather than you. He doesn’t comment on the arm that Eddie seems to constantly keep around you now.

He’s doing it while he can. Cherishing being able to hold you at any capacity before you leave and the distance begins. The time apart you two agreed upon won’t be for forever, but it still kills a buried part of him that had just begun to sprout roots again. A thing made of hope that he planned to tend to this time around.

“So, how do we wanna do this?” he asks in a strained tone, as if asking that question and throttling you two closer to the finish line physically pains him.

You hope it pains him, selfishly, because it pains you. “No idea.”

“We’ve gotta make it a good one.”

“We do.”

Eddie suddenly lights up with an idea as his thumb sweeps across your screen, opening your photos’ app and scrolling up to the first picture you two had taken at the beginning of this night.

“Up for a trip down nostalgia road?” he teases, wiggling his brows as he holds the phone up for you to get a clearer view of the picture.

Eddie, flipping off the camera and scowling. You, hardly smiling with a pathetic thumbs up.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, nodding slowly.

It’s unspoken, what happens next. The camera app is opened and Eddie returns your phone to your grasp. The two of you resituate to mimic the photo as closely as possible while Steve fiddles with some of the items on Eddie’s entertainment center.

You stretch out your arm, put your thumb up into view, blink away any tears burning the back of your eyes. Eddie’s hand has taken position as well.

You snap the photo before you can think too hard on it.

“Think that’ll be the winner?” Eddie curiously asks as you immediately bring the phone close to your face, swiping to view the snapshot just taken. And when you do, with the refreshed memory of that first photo, your heart physically aches.

Almost an identical image. At a quick glance, it’s the same Eddie and the same you from the first one. But the similarities fade the moment you look closer. Eddie isn’t scowling, not genuinely – those damn dimples are even making an appearance as his eyes were squinted up in a valiant effort to fight off the smile he wears now. And your smile, your smile, is no longer half-assed. It’s something real, something full, something even a bit sad. The same face you wear when saying goodbye to an old friend and trying to hold back any tears until their train has long since left the station. You can almost physically see your vines in this photo wrapping around the two of you, clinging so desperately to avoid any separation. Time apart. You’re regretting suggesting that now.

It’s a cute photo. A photo of two friends, if you could call yourself and Eddie that now.

“All done?” Steve interrupts the moment, both of you and Eddie only staring at the photo. You take a peak at him out of your peripherals, and you can see it written plainly on his face – he’s feeling all the same emotions as you. Something sad, something nostalgic, something reluctant. “Not to rush the process but… I may or may not have a hot date tonight to get ready for.”

Eddie tears his gaze from the photo, “A hot date?”

“A hot date,” Steve nods, a boyish grin gracing his lips, “And I’m picking her up in… t-minus…” he pauses, checking his watch, “Three hours.”

“Smart move. Charm her before I rearrange your face and all.”

Steve throws his head back in a groan, “You two won’t be letting that go any time soon, will you?”

“Nope,” you chime in as you swipe to open up the groupchat, not offering Steve a single glance until you’ve sent off the final addition of photo proof to the rest of your friends. You consider adding some sort of sarcastic comment, some well earned bragging and a boisterous told you so, but you don’t.

It doesn’t feel like you’ve won. Leaving this apartment, this battleground, with all the new bruises and healed wounds you’ve acquired over the span of the twenty four hours doesn’t taste like victory. Really, it tastes like… nothing.

There’s no victory, no solid ending for you to cling to. It’s simply ending and there’s still thousands of words you have to say to Eddie. You need more time, another twenty four hours, to fill with every single thing you never told him. More casual confessions of honesty, more hours wasted in his bed, more insignificant bickering to partake in. It’s all on your tongue and desperate for attention, and yet, you know you can’t succumb to it.

You have to go. It’s the last thing you want to do, but you have to.

Steve checks his phone when it buzzes with the notification of your message you sent and opens his mouth, no doubt about to comment on your lack of words with the message, but you’re already standing. It’s like ripping off a bandaid. You need to get it over with, get out of this apartment before you decide you’d rather sink right into these couch cushions and decay just to ensure you never have to really leave.

Eddie’s quick to follow.

“Let’s go,” you say to Steve, grabbing up your bag, not looking at Eddie at the risk of losing all composure.

Neither boy fights you, following you right up to the front door. Steve leads, opening it back up as reality slams you in the chest. As if there’s an invisible barrier here, and you know that in crossing it, you’ll be leaving a piece of yourself behind in apartment 2C.

Leaving now is not leaving forever.

But it sure does feel like it.

Steve awkwardly looks over your shoulder at Eddie, some silent communication you only see his half of as he shrugs and does a timid wave, turning to leave.

One foot hangs midair, your toes beginning to push through that barrier, when Eddie grabs you.

“Hey,” he breathes as he wraps his fingers around your bicep, forcing you to turn to face him. You let him, your body moving to his accord but your eyes still not meeting his, “You good?”

You take a deep breath in through your nose, “Me? Yeah. Yeah, I’m great. I’m… I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive?”

“Will you look at me, then?”

Reluctantly, so very reluctantly, your eyes meet his. Big, brown doe eyes. This close to them, you can see the way they shine to match yours. You both probably look insane to Steve right now, but you don’t care. Between the sleep deprivation and all the emotions you’ve had to experience over the last day, the tears are well earned.

You almost reach out and kiss him. You almost press up onto your toes and put your lips on his, almost pour every emotion you’re feeling in the moment into a far from innocent peck.

But you don’t.

“We did it,” you croak blandly, “We won the bet.”

As if the Universe is screaming in agreement, you can hear a chime in the distance signifying the hour. Probably the church you recall passing in the middle of the night when the two of you had ventured off to the parking garage. It almost feels as if it’s mocking you.

“We did it,” he echoes as his grip on your bicep loosens. You expect him to let it fall back to his side, nearly begging out loud for him to retract his touch from you so you don’t do something stupid like stay.

You swallow down thick emotions, just like molasses, “I guess I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Time. You two needed time apart.

“Yeah,” he sighs, as he does the one thing you had somehow hoped he wouldn’t yet yearned for ardently – the hand that had wrapped around your arm now cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin so softly, you nearly melt in his doorway, “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

It doesn’t taste like victory, yet it doesn’t taste quite like loss. It’s bittersweet.

You still don’t kiss him. And he doesn’t kiss you, even as his touch against your cheek lingers so heavily before he pulls away.

You cross the barrier and find you were right. You feel that piece of you tear off and flutter to the ground, and you begin to wonder when you’ll have the chance to come back and reclaim not just it, but Eddie.

—

Steve didn’t speak much on the drive back to your dorm, and you’re sort of grateful.

If you were a good friend, you’d ask more about his date. You’d get him giddy as he spills the details about this girl and his plans for the night, chastise and tease him all in good fun. You’d be smiling and making plans for coffee tomorrow morning so he could tell you all about how the date went.

But you’re not a good friend.

You sit in your silence the entire drive, and you pick at your nails, and you selfishly stay focused on Eddie. On all of your own qualms and all your own issues, worrying about what comes next and already feeling your chest tighten the moment you start to think about when see you around will come.

The two of you never discussed that, did you? There was no discussion of just how much time was needed apart.

Steve shifts the car into park in the west lot, right outside your building, “Alright, stop making your cuticles bleed for two seconds and tell me what’s wrong.”

Your hands pause exactly as he requests, caught red-handed. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Something’s obviously wrong. I told you to go get him – and yet, he’s still not your boyfriend.”

“It’s complicated,” your voice finally breaks. There’s no tears this time, just confusion and desperation clawing at your throat.

Because, was it complicated? Was it really?

The last year was what had been complicated. All the pretending and the fights and the tension. All the false beliefs and all the lies overlapping with one another. That was complicated. But this? The feelings you harbored and finally acknowledged for the boy you just left behind?

That wasn’t really complicated.

And Steve knows this, you can hear it in his sigh, “I think that’s the issue.”

“What?” you turn your head towards him, scrunch your brows, even your breathing and try to shoo away the image of Eddie’s wet eyes.

You wish you would have kissed him.

“Look, i just think you two keep making things complicated when they should be simple-”

You didn’t want to hear it. Childish as it might be, you do not want to have to hear this speech. Because you know Steve’s right.

“I’ll see you later, Steve.”

“Wait-”

You don’t wait. You slam the door in his face once you’ve got your footing outside of his car, truly earning your title of bad friend.

Awful. You weren’t just a bad friend, you were an awful friend.

And yet you can’t think on it, leaving it be until you had the time to properly dwell on how you’d apologize later. All you care about now is getting inside your dorm, moping and being miserable on your own. Your strides are longer and faster than they were even when you’d backtracked to Eddie’s apartment, determined to get behind closed doors and to properly mourn all that had been gained and all that had been lost in the last twenty four hours.

Twenty four hours ago, you were reluctant to even step foot in Eddie’s apartment. And now, it’s the only place you really want to be.

Luck refuses to be on your side as you slam into your dorm room, sweaty and tired and just fucking emotional, only to find your roommate there. There will be no dramatic crying, no cinematic scene with your back pressed to the door as you fight back sobs, it seems.

“You look rough,” is all she notes, sparing you a second glance before she returns to whatever she was tasking on at her desk. Her makeup, you think.

Good. Maybe she’ll be heading out, leaving you to suffer alone like you wanted.

“Yeah,” is all you can answer her as the door clicks shut behind you.

Rough’s a good way to put it.

“Think you’ll be here tonight?” she asks, still distracted, “Troy and I are hanging out today – he spent the night here last night, by the way – and if you’re gone again, I was thinking about inviting him back over. Only if you’re cool with it, or already have plans, though. Our RA has this final and I didn’t even have to sneak him in last night-”

She continues on her rambles, never looking your way as you drop your bag onto your bed, and quickly lift yourself to lay right next to it.

Normal. You were having to go back to fucking normal. Your worries were no longer revolving around Eddie or making it through the next hour, no longer preoccupied with keeping your friends up to date in order to ensure a payout of five hundred dollars – now, you just had to worry about boys named Troy and possible room checks by your RA. Finals to be taken, essays to be finished, shifts to be covered at the diner so you’d have enough cash to go out with your friends next weekend.

You should be relieved. But it all just feels impossibly heavy.

Your roommate catches on quickly, and when you only reply to let her know you’ll be here tonight, she stops talking. She focuses on finishing her makeup and gathering her things, hardly even offering you a goodbye as you shift to curl up more comfortably in the center of your mattress.

You should also know better than what you decide to do next. You can’t help it, though, as you tug your phone out of your pocket and unlock it. You don’t listen to the voice inside your head that screams stop as you click on your photos’ app. Ignore the animal inside that whines as you scroll, and you click on the very first photo of you and Eddie.

It’s painful, but you have nothing better to do in your solitude. You don’t linger on the first photo too long, still being fresh in your mind, before quickly swiping along.

The set of matching photos you and Eddie took of one another, black and white socks covering touching toes visible in each one. You nearly laugh at the Darth Vader figurine both of you took turns holding. You nearly cry when you realize you were, in fact, smiling in your photo. A small one, a forced one, but there nonetheless.

The selfie from the bar, your amaretto sour and Eddie’s whiskey & coke lifted towards the camera. The way both of you had tried to look annoyed, over exaggerated and furrowed brows paired with pouting lips. Your thumb swipes subconsciously over the photo for a second too long, and you’re startled when you realized it was a live photo. The moment after the photo was taken, Eddie’s eyes had moved to look at you. And in that live photo, you watched every ounce of annoyance evaporate. Leaving behind something you recognized now. Leaving behind eyes sparkling with a brief glimpse of adoration.

There’s something else you better recognize now in the next photo. The picture you’d taken when Eddie had locked himself into his room, only opening up long enough to insist you took the photo, the one that guaranteed you your money. You had been right – there was a flood of regret on his face. You hadn’t imagined it. But you had also been wrong; he was never looking at your own rotted vines and mourning them; he was looking at his own, tethered and shredded, regretting that he had ever taken an axe to them. You don’t press down to see this live photo. You don’t want to witness that door slamming in your face again.

The two photos taken in his bed. The one in which both your faces are scrunched from the flash, in which you can see the physical wall between you two. And the one in the dark, where you both wear tired smiles, unaware of the night to come.

The photo on the bike, a helmet mostly covering your blushing cheeks, but not Eddie’s.

The photo from the parking garage, meant just for you two.

The photos from Betty’s. You don’t linger on the one of you; you do linger on the one of him.

Each swipe only makes your heart ache more viciously, painful and sharp reminders of the night you had had. You don’t have to press down on another single photo to witness the live outplay of it – each memory is running through your mind in real time as you retrace your steps of the night. Twenty four hours, twenty four steps. With each photo, you watch yourself grow more relaxed, watch smiles come easier without your awareness and finally pinpoint all the care Eddie had been looking at you with the entire time.

You notice the lack of photos from the last few hours. You nearly scorn yourself for it, but there had been no time. There was no time for memories frozen in time amongst all that hard honesty and those sacrilegious revelations.

Except there was one more moment in time frozen for you. You’re quick to exit the photo app finally, leaving behind that picture of Eddie with full cheeks only to open up your text messages.

Your text thread with him. Filled to the brim with bad pastry jokes and underlying need. You remember that urgent want to comfort him, to remind him he was enough. To erase all the hurt and all the old scars caused by a life from before your time with him you still hadn’t become fully privy to.

You’re still rereading the last message, bet you wouldn’t say that to my face, when suddenly a new message appears.

EDDIE: Make it home okay?

Space and time. They are the last things you want, that you need from him right now.

YOU: yep. my roommate just left.

EDDIE: Is your dorm bed as comfortable as you remember?

YOU: like sleeping on a cloud.

You wish you were still in his bed. You wish you were back at the beginning, with him rather than all alone.

EDDIE: Oh shit, you’re trying to sleep? Sorry

EDDIE: I’ll stop bothering you and leave you to it. Sweet dreams.

No, you nearly scream at your phone screen, come back and bother me. Bother me for the rest of my days for all I care.

You’d never sleep another wink if it meant having him. You remember what you told him about starting over, starting fresh. And maybe taking a much needed nap would offer that. Maybe sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time would be the smart choice, letting you awake with a clearer mind and better intentions.

But you don’t want that. The animal inside still clings to all that has happened.

Something about that makes you brave.

YOU: i never said that, and you’re not bothering me.

EDDIE: Didn’t you say you wanted a nap earlier?

YOU: that was earlier. i’m wide awake now.

An internal battle continues to take place. Your mind whispers liar, knowing damn well that if you put down the phone and turned your cheek to bury into your pillow, you’d be out like a light within seconds.

EDDIE: Ah. I see.

You fiddle with your thumbs for a second, stomach churning as you try to come up with a response to keep the conversation going. Technically, when you had said the two of you needed time apart after all that had happened, it should have meant interactions like this as well. Texting each other was not offering each other space.

But he’d started it. That was on him.

YOU: do you remember what i said about space? and starting over?

EDDIE: I do. I’m not very good with giving you space, it seems.

YOU: well, considering you’re on the other side of town, i’d say we’ve got the physical sense of space down.

There’s a pause in his replies that causes you to sit up. A falter. You curse him for not having a smartphone as well, for not having the privilege of being notified whether he was just taking his time typing or if he had put the phone down. You really hoped it was the former, practically wished upon every star that that was what was happening. You hoped he was glued to his phone as you were yours.

Maybe he still had that photo he’d taken a few hours ago, the one you swore you’d heard him take as you dozed off. Maybe he was still staring at it like you had done with all of your photos.

EDDIE: About that…

You stare at the message, the hidden meaning behind it completely lost on you.

YOU: About what?

EDDIE: I’m not home right now.

Your heart clenches.

YOU: You’re not?

EDDIE: I’m not.

YOU: Eddie, where the hell are you right now?

Your mind reels with all the possible choices. He could be at the bar, at the parking garage, at Nancy’s place. He could be anywhere.

But then he only sends a picture in response, and you know where he is.

You nearly topple into three other students from how you sprint down the hallway. You don’t even grab your key to your dorm room, skipping the elevators and nearly throwing yourself down the few flights of stairs in haste. You don’t care how your lungs cry out, you don’t care how your thighs burn, you don’t care how your shoulder aches from how roughly you slam open that front door of the building. You don’t care about the strange looks you get on your way out. You don’t care about the odd angle you twisted your ankle in on that last step.

The only thing you care about is the boy standing there, helmet off and balanced on the seat of his parked motorcycle that he leans on, arms crossed as his eyes light up at the erratic sight of you.

You don’t even check for any traffic in the parking lot as you make your way to him.

“I’m sorry,” he calls out once you’re close enough to hear him, “I know we said give it time and shit, but you left, and I just-”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

When you make it to Eddie, you’re in no business to carry anymore regret with you. This time, you don’t just yearn to kiss him, to wrap your arms around him, to pour out all those emotions you were feeling across tongues.

You do it. You kiss him, uncaring for all the stares of fellow students. He nearly falls backwards into his bike from the force of you colliding against him, but he’s quick to catch himself as his hands find your waist.

“You-” you pull back, gasping a bit to start to scold him before his lips follow and interrupt you, “Fucking-” Push and pull. You retreat, and he follows, “Idiot.”

His hands squeeze around you, tugging you a stumbling step closer so that your chests are flushed against one another.

“I am,” he mumbles against your lip, the tip of his nose grazing over your cheek as he refuses to let anymore distance be put between the two of you, “I am a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

His hands cradle your face and he kisses you this time, reaffirming that he felt everything you had. All those words you hadn’t said, all his own admissions he’d withheld, spill between clashing teeth and eager lips. He takes your breath away, shamelessly, greedily. And you let him. You offer all the air that’s left in your lungs up to him on a silver platter.

When the two of you finally pull apart, eyes opening wide and foreheads pressing tightly to one another, he’s grinning like a fool.

“So, I had a better idea than time apart,” he murmurs, “What if we just… start over?”

“Start over?” you question wearily.

He nods, “Yeah. Just… Just pretend this last year and all our bullshit didn’t happen. Start fresh. Let me not be a massive dick this time.”

His hands drop from your face as he takes a step back, taking you in fully. You want to shy under his gaze, but instead you can only melt. His fondness is a warmth like no other, capturing you by the crown of your head and pouring down over you in waves.

“Okay,” you finally agree, feeling your own cheeks spread and ache in a lovesick smile. Coming home, that’s what this felt like. “Okay, we can start over.”

“Great,” the homecoming warmth only spreads as he straightens up his posture. A very serious look overcomes his face, laced with determination for a brief second until he relaxes it into a friendly smile, doleful eyes meeting yours as every single flower he had ever planted in your chest blooms like a spring morning. He sticks his hand out, nearly making you snort, “Hi, I’m Eddie.”

You can’t help it. His front door is open, a warm glow within welcoming you.

You ignore his hand entirely as you impulsively reach up and interlock your fingers at the nape of his neck, tugging him into you for another kiss.

He pulls back far too soon for your liking, but his hands have also found their spot against the small of your back, “Do you greet all the new strangers you meet like this?”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

He pulls you back in for a chaste peck, and it tastes like home.

“I like you,” you whisper into the limited space between the two of you, “I mean it. I like you so fucking much, Edward Munson.”

He grins, cracking your chest wide open with hope, “The feeling’s mutual.”

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cheriladycl01 · 1 year ago

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Paparazzi - Lando Norris x UniStudent! Reader

Plot: you are a university student in the UK, and the Paparazzi manage to find out where you go and stalk you due to rumors surfacing about.

It was a pretty shit day at university for you, you were a third year law student who had just come back from an amazing placement with Mercedes as part of their legal counsel.

You'd had so much fun and had worked really closely with Lewis and George. It also was the first year that you were able to travel from the last half of one season, to the 3/4 of the next season.

He was a driver for McLaren, his job and you being a student meant that you guys didn't see each other as much as you'd like.

You had been dating for the good part of 4 years now having met in secondary school and stayed as friends even when he left the school. When you started on your A-levels and he was progressing in his driving career he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Now he was in Formula One and you were about to be graduating university. It had however been difficult, the transition of being with Lando pretty much everyday, and now not seeing him was killing you.

It had taken a tole on you, you had dark circles under your eyes, your nose was red from the cold. Your class hadn't been great either and tears were starting to brim your eyes. You just wanted to get home and cry it out in private.

Lando: Hey Babe, its Thursday so media day today and McLaren are busy! Call me later, love you lots!

The text made more tears brim in your eyes until you heard the snap of a camera. Next you saw the flash.

Your eyes dart up seeing the 5 or 6 people with cameras behind you, following you. You pick up your pace, going towards your specific building on campus where you could hide out with your personal tutor until they left you alone.

You walk into the building into a flurry of students walking around the building pulling the hood of Lando's hoodie up. You make your way to a back stairwell that was quieter than the main one and made your way up the 5 flights of stairs to where your personal tutors room was.

"Michael?" you ask entering the room, nobody was there so you sat on the small little sofa he had at the side of his office. You pull the work bench closer to you, placing your laptop and book down before getting on with some work for your Intellectual Property Module.

Minutes later Michael comes in, a shocked look on his face as he observes you.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" he asks walking past you and taking a seat at his desk, sipping from the takeaway coffee he had just brought.

"I had Paps come onto campus again. And i've had a bit of a shit day" you mumble looking at the email from Lewis asking you to do some research for him if you had any free time.

"Well, you know my door is always open for you"

"That's why i let myself in" you grin at him, already feeling better. He spoke to you for about an hour, while he was doing his own research and marking behind his computer.

"I think its safe to say they've left now" he admits engrossed in something on his computer.

"How'd you know?"

"There's articles already up, some of these headlines. Oh lord they are ridiculous" Michael admits scrolling down on his mouse wheel looking further.

"Huh?" you ask before looking online under your name.

Lando Norris Girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N, Seen Crying On University Campus After Breakup Report Y/N Y/L/N Seen On Campus Crying Is There Tension Between Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N On Her First Absent Race Of The Season Lando Norris Cheats On Girlfriend - Her Reaction Is Heartbreaking!

"I'm just going to go home. I don't have the energy to read any of these. Thank you for letting me stay" you admit, packing up your bag and nodding in a goodbye to your personal tutor.

As you exit the building and make your way to the carpark where your Mercedes-AMG SL 63 sat, courtesy of your time at Mercedes for the last year. You now still work for them, but from the Brackley and part-time around your degree.

You get in and let out a long sigh, you pull away getting onto the road driving back to yours and Lando's apartment which was about a 30 minute drive away.

Lando started to call you, the ringtone blaring through the car speakers that your phone was connected to. You hit accept on the screen, your eyes only momentarily wavering from the road.

"Y/N baby, what's up. The articles and the photos of you! You look so sad, what's going on?" he immediately starts grilling you like you'd expected him to when he would eventually see the articles.

"Sorry, I'm in the car right now! I just had a shitty say at uni and i really fucking miss you" you breathe out happy to finally admit it. It was the end of October now and you'd been back at university for a month.

"I know baby, you still planning to come out for the last race, in Abu Dhabi?" he offers, it sounds like he's busy and like he's walking around the McLaren garage. He did say it was media day...

"Erm, ill let you go. Its like midnight there and you have a big day with practice tomorrow" you say, he starts to stay something but you interrupt before he can.

"I love you, goodnight" you say to prompt him.

"Goodnight, ill see you soon" he sighs, he also sounded tired just like you.

You drove the rest of the way home, pulling up in the underground carpark and just sitting there for a few minutes taking in some breaths.

You eventually get out the car and head into yours and Lando's apartment. The apartment was always clean because either you were here or your parents were kind enough to house sit while you and Lando were away.

You did your normal routine for when Lando wasn't here, which was go to the gym, go back and shower, cook food eat food and go to sleep.

You never really had any motivation for anything when he wasn't around.

The next day was a free day from uni, you went to the Mercedes team, everyone could tell that something was up with you. They chose not to say anything and just let you get through your shift. You'd had a cute Good morning text from Lando, asking if you'd slept well and if you'd eaten.

You'd replied, saying yes to both and that you were just catching up on his free practices and that he had really good times, as you'd expected.

But part of you just longed for him to come home.

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jeonginify · 2 years ago

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deny me (lovesong) — kim seungmin. ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ↝ genre: humor, fluff, established relationship!au ↝ word count: 4k ↝ warnings: general menace behavior, you and seungmin are in love but pretend not to be, gross sickening fluff, jisung obviously doesn’t have the paboracha brain cell this week (don't mind that the banner isn't a gif my photoshop subscription expired.......)

↝ summary: the only thing you love more than your boyfriend seungmin’s smile is his obsession with fucking around with his friends. or, after one too many fights between his two best friends who can’t get along for the life of them, han jisung isn’t sure he can handle it anymore (who’s going to tell him that they don’t actually hate each other and are, in fact, dating?)

Thursdays have always been your favorite day of the week.

“Hi babe.”

To be fair, any day that you get to see Kim Seungmin is your favorite. But for the six months that the two of you have been dating, Thursdays have always been your day because it is when you get to see him the most, free of any distractions.

The two of you met through your mutual friends, and although you love them (well, you love them sometimes), they can be demanding. Early on in the friendship, back when you were all itty bitty freshmen with a thirst for the party life, Changbin claimed Fridays as your going out nights. Saturdays, then, were reserved for movie night at Hyunjin and Minho’s after a few too many Marvel marathons sophomore year. Sundays eventually ended up being taken by weekly brunch with Jeongin, and every other day of the week—well, those ended up occupied by one clingy, over-attached Han Jisung.

But Thursdays? Those Seungmin kept clear just for you.

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose as your boyfriend leans down and plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

He raises a brow before flopping into the seat next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Say that again,” Seungmin mutters as he peppers more kisses on your face.

Somehow, he manages to make the words sound both threatening and endearing at the same time. His lips trail their way down your cheek, along your jaw, to the corner of your lips, until you can’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay,” you relent with a laugh. “I missed you too.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says triumphantly. You tilt your head up, ready for the final kiss, but he pretends not to notice the way you pucker your lips.

“Now get away from me.”

Seungmin dramatically pushes you off, but the smirk playing across his face tells you that he is just joking.

“Okay, loser,” you sniff, taking a sip from your coffee.

“How was class today?” He asks, shrugging his bag onto the ground.

“S’alright,” you sigh, pushing a cup towards him. You had ordered his iced Americano when you had arrived a few minutes earlier. This was your favorite café, and it had become a tradition to meet here after classes—it was a bit far from campus, sure, but you never minded, and neither did Seungmin.

He takes a big sip from his drink, grinning happily.

“Are you finally done with that project Professor Cho assigned?”

“Yes, thank god,” you roll your eyes.

“Good,” he laces his fingers with your hand on top of the table.

“Now you can focus all your attention on me again,” he bats his eyelashes.

“Awww, was my Minnie jealous of my biology class?” You coo.

“Never,” he wrinkles his nose. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Riiiiiiight,” you nod. “So what do you call that time you ignored Jeongin for two weeks because, and I quote, he was ‘breathing too close’ to me?”

“I just didn’t want any of his stupidity to rub off,” Seungmin says sincerely. “You need every brain cell you can get.”

You scoff and try to break free from where his hand holds yours, but his fingers just tighten their grasp.

“Okay, well what about that time you blew up on Changbin because he fell asleep in my lap?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow at the memory.

“That was, like, a week before we made it official,” he insists. “It wasn’t jealousy, it was anxiety.”

“And who’s fault is it that it took us so long to get together?” You tease.

“Jisung’s,” Seungmin says immediately.

“Okay,” you admit. “That’s like, half true.”

Before you and Seungmin started dating, before the two of you were even friends, there was Han Jisung.

You met him on the first day of college orientation. He latched onto you immediately, claiming that you were the only one who seemed nice enough to be friends with someone as annoying as him. You thought he was just trying to be funny, but after three days non-stop with hi, you learned the hard way he was being dead seriously. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), he was annoying in the exact same way as you, so the two of you got along splendidly.

Seungmin on the other hand had no choice in his relationship with Jisung. Neighbors by chance, childhood friends by force, the two of them were attached at the hip all throughout middle school and high school. In what your boyfriend describes as a cruel twist of fate, Jisung even ended up following Seungmin to university a few towns over. He jokes about how he’ll never be free of him, but you know Seungmin does actually care a lot about Jisung, even if he refuses to admit it.

Once it became apparent that you were a permanent fixture in his life, Jisung made it his duty to connect the bridge between his two best friends. Unfortunately for him, however, you and Seungmin don’t have the smoothest of starts.

The day that Jisung tries to introduce you is probably the worst day possible. You are irritated and sleep deprived, and Seungmin is a week out from the deadline for his biggest presentation of the semester. In short, the two of you are teetering on the edge of sanity and are a little more than a bit exasperated with Jisung himself.

After staying up all night studying for an exam, the last thing you want is to get wasted and stay out past 2am, and yet that is the most likely fate you face when Jisung drags you out to a party against your will.

You really don’t want to be here, but—well, you figure that since you have nothing else to do, you might as well take a chance to de-stress. The party is still in its first leg and hasn’t grown into the rager that it undoubtedly will be, so it is relatively easy to venture into the kitchen and grab a drink.

The first time you lay eyes on Kim Seungmin is when you make your way back to Jisung. The two of them are standing in the backyard, locked in a tepid conversation as you approach.

“Seriously, Jisung,” Seungmin says, running a hand through his hair. “This is why you dragged me out of the library?”

The first thing you notice is how hot he is. Tall, strong jawline, angular face, chocolate eyes.

The second thing you notice, almost immediately after, is how unhappy he looks to be here. Even more unhappy than you.

“C’mon,” Jisung whines, tugging on Seungmin’s arm. “It’s just for a little bit, and I promise Y/N is cool! Is it a crime that I want my best friends to be friends?”

“It is when I have a ten page paper due tomorrow,” Seungmin mutters.

You don’t blame him for being pissy, but something about the way he says it, with such clear disdain in his voice, rubs you the wrong way.

“Nice to meet you too,” you say sarcastically as you come to a stop next to them.

“Y/N, there you are!” Jisung exclaims happily, latching on to your arm too.

You take a sip of your drink, pushing down the wince that threatens to spread across your face at the taste of pure battery acid jungle juice. And the entire time, you maintain eye contact with Seungmin, never breaking even as you swallow.

To his credit, Seungmin stares back with no hesitation. If you hadn’t been annoyed with him, you probably would have found his confidence insanely attractive. Instead, it annoys you even more.

And while the two of you are locked in an intense staredown, Jisung stands in between you, one arm still linked with yours and the other with Seungmin’s.

“Y/N,” Jisung begins excitedly. “This is Seungmin. Seungmin, this is Y/N.”

“Right,” Seungmin says dryly. “No offense. I’m sure you’re great...”

The rest of the sentence is implied: “...but I have better things to do right now.”

“You too,” you can’t resist jabbing back.

“So nice to meet you,” Seungmin says briskly. It’s not rude, but it’s not not.

“Not sure if I can say the same,” you respond, a smile stretching across your face despite the acid in your tone.

“G-Guys...” Jisung interrupts nervously, but neither of you notice.

“Right...” Seungmin says again, nodding slowly.

Despite your abrasive remark, he doesn’t show much reaction. His apathy is like an itch under your skin; in the end, that is what annoys you the most.

(Now, you love how cool and collected Seungmin can be. But back then, when you first met him, you hated it.)

“Well,” Seungmin turns to Jisung, who has gone as pale as a sheet by now.

“We met. I’m going to go now.”

“W-What—?” Jisung stutters. Before he can intervene, Seungmin nods once at you and turns, taking three long strides away from you.

By the time Jisung finally finds his words again, Seungmin has already disappeared.

The next time you meet Seungmin is at one of the first movie nights at Hyunjin and Minho’s. It has been a few weeks since Jisung’s failed attempt to introduce you, and you are already cozy on the couch next to Felix when Seungmin walks in.

Jisung is in the middle of telling a very animated story to Minho when he spots Seungmin and immediately freezes. The color leeches from his face so fast that you think he might pass out, but it is only when he looks quickly between you and Seungmin that you realize exactly why he looks so nervous.

“Min,” Felix says happily. “You made it!”

Seungmin nods, his eyes briefly passing over you before he spots the empty spot next to Chan and makes a beeline for it.

After a little time and a lot of sleep (and maybe just a tad bit of reflection) you have come to the realization that maybe your reaction to Seungmin at the party wasn’t warranted. After all, he was entitled to be annoyed at Jisung and the situation in general, and it wasn’t you specifically that he was irritated about, so you have no reason to take it personally or hold a grudge.

Which is why you’re not annoyed at Seungmin’s presence. tonight. Instead, you can’t help but feel a little bit... awkward. Chagrined, maybe?

You might feel calm but Jisung is two seconds away from pissing his pants. In fact, he’s so desperate to clear up any misunderstandings that halfway through the movie he texts you for an emergency rendezvous in the kitchen.

“IpromiseIdidn’tknowhewasgoingtocometonight!” Jisung blurts out in one breath once you two are away from the rest of the guys.

“Okay...?” You raise a brow.

“So, like,” he blabbers, “don’t hate me! I love you both and I’m sorry for forcing you guys to meet—”

“—Jisung,” you interrupt. “It’s okay.”

“Really?” He asks uncertainly.

“Really,” you affirm.

“Okay,” he nods, and you feel the overwhelming urge to give him a paper bag to breathe into. Not because that is the proper treatment for hyperventilation—precisely because it isn’t, and maybe if he passes out then he’ll stop worrying.

When you walk back into the living room, Seungmin doesn’t even look up at you, but you have the strangest feeling that he knows exactly what you and Jisung were talking about.

Later that night, you loiter around the apartment a little bit longer than you usually would, just to avoid leaving at the same time as Seungmin. Your plan backfires, though, when Jisung has to leave early. You try to hang around a little bit longer, but then Minho and Hyunjin start to wonder why you are still there, and you have no choice but to leave.

Which is how you end up trailing awkwardly after Seungmin on your walk back to your apartment. It takes him precisely two minutes to notice that you are behind him, and then three more before he comes to a halt.

“I’m not following you!” You insist immediately. “My place is just in this direction too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay...” you parrot back awkwardly.

“So,” Seungmin begins a moment later. “I just... I wanted to apologize.”

“What?”

“For that night at the party,” he clarifies. “I was kind of... no, I was very stressed. And rude. It wasn’t cool for me to treat you like that.”

You are so stunned you don’t know what to say.

“Jisung speaks very highly of you,” Seungmin continues. “And I swear, if it had been any other day, I wouldn’t have been such a dick. Not that it’s any excuse...”

“Well,” you begin, a warm blush spreading over your cheeks. “I don’t think that’s really your fault. I was kind of a bitch, too.”

His serious facade cracks and a small hint of a smile peeks through.

“Either way,” Seungmin says. “I did actually want to make a good impression, believe it or not, so... Do you think we could start over?”

You don’t even have to think before you respond, “I’ll gladly erase that version of Y/N you met for this one. I promise, I’m not always that rude.”

His face breaks into a bigger smile, and it almost takes your breath away.

“Well,” he says. “That makes two of us.”

That is the beginning of your friendship with Seungmin. After that first movie night, you start to see him more frequently on campus. Then, the new semester starts, and you find that the two of you share an intro to film class.

Almost naturally, the two of you start to hang out more and more, and you begrudgingly realize that maybe Jisung was on to something when he insisted that the two of you meet.

It is only when you’re too deep in and the feelings (romantic, of course) for Seungmin have really started to take root do the two of you realize—even though you rehabilitated your relationship, Jisung still thinks you hate each other.

This realization hits on a Friday at a party that Changbin drags the entire group to. This time, thankfully, both you and Seungmin do want to be there, and the night is going well.

(At least, as well as it can when you are grappling with the complicated newfound feelings you have for a recent friend-slash-study buddy.)

Then, in the midst of a tequila the midst of a tequila-induced haze, Jeongin finds you and Seungmin on the dancefloor.

“Hey!” he shouts. “You guys are friends, right?”

Seungmin looks at you, then shrugs.

“Yeah!” You shout back.

“Then why,” Jeongin asks, “is Jisung about to have a mental breakdown about you two?”

“What do you mean?”

He keeps whining to Changbin about how horrible it is that you two hate each other!”

“We don’t—” You begin.

The realization hits you and Seungmin at the same time, and it’s like you can see the lightbulb go off in his head.

“Oh...” you mutter.

“Oh,” he agrees.

“You guys are weird!” Jeongin shouts, eyes flitting between the two of you as you stare at each other.

“Heyyyyyy!” Jisung shouts even louder, his voice anxious as he comes to a stop between you and Seungmin.

“How are you both doing?”

His nervousness is almost laughable, but when you look at Seungmin, there is a devious twinkle in his eyes.

By now, you know him pretty well. And that look? It tells you only one thing: that he’s about to do something to fuck around with Jisung.

“I’m fine,” Seungmin says primly. His tone is such a stark contrast to how he was speaking only moments ago—it is guarded and prickly, and you catch on immediately.

“Who knows,” you mutter a moment later, going along with Seungmin.

“So you guys—” Jisung begins wearily.

“He keeps following me,” you point out.

“She keeps following me,” Seungmin rebutts.

“R-Really?” Jisung asks nervously.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I’m going to find Felix.”

Seungmin averts his gaze quickly, but not before you see the way he is biting back his laugh. And when you turn on your heel and head outside, a smile is plastered to your face as Jisung begins to badger him with questions.

The smile remains glued in place as the sound of Seungmin fibbing fades into the background.

That is the first time you pretend to still dislike each other in front of Jisung. The next time it happens is right before Hyunjin’s birthday when Felix ropes everyone into baking brownies for him. After that, it is when you and the guys go paintballing and you and Seungmin end up on opposite teams.

The fun of it is always how flustered Jisung gets. None of your other friends actually believe that you and Seungmin dislike each other—they know better than that. But Jisung, with his whole chest, thinks you and Seungmin hate each other. (Never mind the fact that you can’t look at him without hearts in your eyes...)

Once the charade started, you and Seungmin never clarified how long you were going to play along with it. Eventually, months have passed, and then when he finally works up the guts to ask you out officially, the face remains firmly in place.

Which is how you wind up here, six months later and happily dating, with your mutual best friend under the assumption that you guys actually hate each other.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Seungmin asks as he takes a sip from his iced Americano.

“How irritating you were when we first met,” you say wistfully, tapping your fingers affectionately on the back of his hand.

“Hmmm? I recall you being just as irritating,” Seungmin tells you.

“Me?” You gasp. “I’m an angel. I could never.”

“More like a devil in disguise,” he rolls his eyes.

“If I’m a devil, what does that say about you?”

“What can I say? I love charity work,” he declares dramatically. “You’re my community service project.

“I’m telling your mom,” you attempt to pull your hand out of his, and this time you succeed.

A pout stretches across his face, and it only takes a few seconds for you to break and lace your fingers with his once again.

“You’re scared of my mom,” Seungmin challenges, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.

Butterflies swim through your stomach, but you shove them down at the obvious jab.

“I’m not scared of her!” You insist. “I’m scared of meeting her. There’s a difference.”

“Sure, babe,” he nods solemnly.

“I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are,” he placates.

“Stop looking at me like that,” now it is your turn to pout.

“Like what?” He asks innocently.

“Like you think I’m cute.”

“But I do think you’re cute,” Seungmin points out.

“Well,” you say, flustered. “Stop!”

“It’s your fault for looking like that,” he says. “I’m not making you do that. In fact, don’t you think it’s more unfair for me?”

“How?” You narrow your eyes.

“I should be the cute one in the relationship,” he says like its obvious. “It’s not fair that you’re more adorable than me.”

“Awww, Seung,” you light up.

“I think you’re very adorable, and—” you coo, but stop short when something outside the coffee shop window catches you by surprise.

“—And I hate you,” you finish shortly, shoving Seungmin’s hand out of yours and crossing your arm with a huff.

“What?” He mutters, confused. “Wait, what just happened? Did I do something wrong?”

You roll your eyes, scooting your chair away from him. A distinctive chime rings, indicating that the door has been opened and then closed.

“Babe—” He begins, but then he stops too.

“Bab-y,” Seungmin says derisively, arranging his face into a mask of cool disdain.

“I’m calling you a baby.”

“Nice save,” you mouth, and Seungmin sticks his tongue out at you.

“Y/N,” Jisung’s voice comes behind you. “Seungmin! What are you guys doing here... Together?”

He sounds equal parts shocked and horrified, and for a moment you feel bad for him.

Then you remember that time last month when he woke you up at the ass crack of dawn and dragged you on a hike up a mountain, only to abandon you halfway up because he got a call from the girl he’s been hooking up with to come over, and you suddenly don’t feel bad anymore.

“Our professor assigned a group project,” Seungmin fibs seamlessly. “Y/N and I got paired up.”

“No need to sound so annoyed,” you say sweetly, kicking him under the table.

(It’s less of a kick and more of you playing footsies with him, but it has the desired effect when Jisung’s eyes flit nervously around and Seungmin’s finger twitches ever so slightly towards your hand.)

“Who said I’m annoyed about it?” Seungmin asks, a serene smile stretching across his face.

“You did,” you tell him. “Many times, actually.”

“I’m more than annoyed. Exasperated, maybe, or incensed.

“Anyways,” you roll your eyes, barely able to keep your laughter at bay.

The funniest part about this conversation is that Seungmin isn’t completely lying.

Although the two of you aren’t currently working on anything, you were paired up a few weeks ago. Throughout the project, he couldn’t stop complaining about how annoying it was to be paired up with you—he claimed you were a pretty distraction, and that he couldn’t be expected to get any work done around you when he could kiss you instead.

“What are you doing here, Jisung?”

“I was just passing by!” He says shrilly, a little bit too fast.

Your raise an eyebrow. Recently, any time Jisung finds you and Seungmin in a (fake) argument, he can’t seem to escape fast enough. Individually, he has no problem being around you two. But it’s like he’s afraid to be standing in the blast zone when it comes to you and Seungmin together—which, in your opinion, is hilarious.

The farce, then, is both amusing and beneficial, which is probably why you and Seungmin have dragged it out for so long. Because god knows, if Jisung knew that you and Seungmin actually liked each other, he would never give you any alone time.

His two best friends being friends is his dream. His two best friends dating? Frankly, you’re scared to see how he would act...

“Passing by?” Seungmin asks. “This far away from campus?”

“Yup!” Jisung exclaims cheerily. “And would you look at that? It’s already 4pm. I’ve got to go! I’ll see you later, bye!”

He is already inching towards the door before he begins speaking. By the time he has squeezed all the words out, his hands are on the door.

You barely have the chance to say a quick “bye!” before he swings the door open and rushes out.

You and Seungmin watch through the window as Jisung speed walks away from the coffee shop, his fingers gripping his bag tightly.

And then, when he is out of sight, you both burst into laughter.

“Sorry babe,” you pout, reaching for Seungmin’s hand once the coast is clear. “I don’t actually hate you.”

“Well, unfortunately,” he clicks his tongue. “I was actually calling you a baby.”

Your pout deepens.

“But you’re my baby,” Seungmin amends, giving you a little kiss on the cheek. You sigh happily, scooting close so you can link your arm through his.

“D’you think we should tell him sometime soon?” You ask.

A moment of silence passes.

“Nah,” Seungmin says finally.

“Really?”

“He was a menace to me throughout high school,” he says. “This is my revenge.

“Okay...” You say uncertainly.

“And, if you think about it,” Seungmin goes on. “It’s his fault that he still hasn’t noticed after all this time. All the other guys know. Even Hyunjin knows.”

“You know, that is a good point.”

“Thanks babe,” he kisses your cheek again, a smirk on his face. “I know it is.”

“Oh, hush,” you mutter, not entirely happy with how smug he looks.

But then, he leans in and finally kisses you on the lips, and you forget why you were annoyed with him in the first place.

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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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Hey there! There is not nearly enough Eijirou Kirishima in this world. So i was wondering if you could do a daddy kink kirishimax reader for me? Im a weird person but I love your other stuff! Could you tag me if you write it? Thx! 😘😘😘 (female reader btw if you dont mind.)

I know it's been a while, but if you're still active friend @cute-little-spaceboy, this is for you. I definitely need to have some more Kiri on my page, so I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kiri were lying down in his dorm bed scrolling through your phones. You were looking at nail ideas on Pinterest while he was ‘Googling’ the scores for last night’s basketball game.

Immediately upon opening the app, you conjured up an idea for what your next full set would be: black XXL French tips with red foil hearts and his initials on the ring fingers. Just in time for Valentine's Day.

With your smaller frame outstretched across his wide back, you rested the back of your head in his nest of long, fiery red hair that was set free from his usual bandana.

It was calmly silent in his room as it was late on a Thursday night. Most of your classmates were likely asleep already, especially Bakugou, who went to bed at 8 pm on the dot every night.

Kirishima’s large thumbs maneuvered over his phone screen, tapping incessantly to reply to a dumb tweet that a fan page mentioned him in regarding one of his favorite player’s performances tonight.

“Aw, dammit! Not again!”

“What is it? What happened, babe?”

“I accidentally activated my quirk and cracked my phone screen. Again.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby daddy…I’ll get you a new one, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder soothingly while he pouted.

He sat motionless for a moment, seeming to not even be breathing as you continued massaging his large shoulders. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thinking maybe he was actually more upset than he was letting on.

“Say that again…?”

“Huh?” Your head tilted in confusion - your limbs were practically entertwined with his while the two of you lounged; you were certain he had heard you.

“Say what - I’ll buy you a new one? You know that I will, love.”

He shook his head bashfully, crimson eyes darting between your face and his ruined screen while the hue of his cheeks began to mirror his hair.

“S-say that again? Call me ‘Daddy’ again?”

“Baby daddy?”

Rows of reptilian teeth slyly appeared between his plump lips as he smirked subtly at your obedience.

“Good. Now take the ‘baby’, off, baby.”

Questions began flitting around in your mind. Did your sweet little airhead of a boyfriend have a daddy kink?

Now smirking to yourself, you decided to explore this new development.

“Daddy~”

Kirishima could feel his dick getting hard in his joggers now and it definitely had nothing to do with his quirk.

“A-again.”

His hands discarded his phone and dropped onto your wide hips, simultaneously leaning his weight onto you and pressing you into the soft mattress.

Your legs came up and hooked around his hips, your sock-covered heels dug into his thick, muscular ass.

“Again, pretty. Say it again for me in that sweet voice of yours.”

He bent his head towards yours and playfully nipped your ear. At the same time, his other hand sneakily moved down south to pull at the tie of your pajama pants. Once he loosened it, he tugged them off your hips, revealing the sides of a black and hot pink thong.

His fingers dipped beneath the silky fabric and rubbed across your wet pussy lips. The friction of his rough knuckles over your trimmed pubic hair made you shiver and moan out his name.

“Ooo..that feels good, Daddy.” Your hips jerked involuntarily causing Kirishima to press you back down with his large hand on your lower belly.

“Yeah? Feels good, baby? What if I do this?”

While his heavy thumb moved to press and rub against your clit, his thick middle finger, lubricated by your wetness, slid in up to the knuckle.

Your whimpers grew louder and Kirishima nuzzled his face into your neck giving it soft, slow pecks.

“Fuck, shh shh..,” He gently shushed you, “You don’t want to wake up Bakugou. You know his room is right next door to mine.”

Your tiny hand gripped the fabric of his black muscle tank before you sunk your nails into his beefy bicep.

“Oh, Eiji - oh, that feels so good, Daddy!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep moaning for Daddy. Are you getting close, babe?”

“Mhmm! Daddy! I'm cu-I’m cumming, Daddyyy!!”

The contrasting motions - swirling, thrusting, rubbing - and Eijirou nipping and sucking at your neck caused all your senses to blur together, propelling your orgasm forward in the form of you squirting hard for him, pushing his fingers out.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

He held his fingers up to examine how your release had soaked them. His tongue flickered over them seductively as you sucked in enough air to re-regulate your breathing.

“That was so hot, baby. Are you okay? Do you want me to-”

A loud knock at the door halted Kirishima’s words and both your heads swiveled in its direction. Fuck, you hoped it was locked.

“Hey, Kirishima?! Are you guys okay in there? I heard L/N call out for her dad?? Did he get hurt or something?”

The two of you froze in place upon hearing Midoriya at the door.

“Uhh…” Kirishima began, looking at you for help.

Midoriya was so painfully innocent, he probably thought that your dad had had an accident and you were screaming, “Daddy, I’m coming!”

“No, he’s fine, Midoriya!! I just got a call from home, my parents wanted to know if I was coming home for the weekend.”

Kirishima could hardly believe how smooth you were, and after he’d just given you a mind-numbing squirting orgasm, too.

Midoriya cheerfully accepted your explanation and when you heard his slipper-clad feet pad down the hallway, both you and Kirishima burst into giggles.

“Well, that was awkward.”

“Yeah, it was awkward, but thank goodness my dad is a pro-hero that Midoriya's written about in his book, so that scenario would make sense in his innocent mind.” You winked.

“WILL YOU EXTRAS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP.”

You both jump at the sound of your grumpy friend’s agitated booming voice through the wall.

“Oops, so much for not waking the bear.”

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fuck, this was almost 1k words

reblogs appreciated!!

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vettelinyourarea · 2 years ago

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hi, could you make one with ollie bearman with london boy by taylor swift, please? she's so whipped by her british boyfriend especially his smile and his thick british accent that always drive her crazy and so is he. thank you!

london boy - oliver bearman

genre: fluff

word count: 927

inspired by london boy by taylor swift

warning: english is not my first language

thank you soo much for the request! to be honest i have been thinking about writing london boy for ollie too! also, i'm not from england so all of the information i got for this fict is from google.

feel free to give me any feedback and hope you enjoy! my requests are open 🫶

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I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteens, faded blue jeans, Tennesse whiskey

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

You met Ollie for the first time when you just transferred to the Imperial College London. You remember it was on a sunny Thursday, and you and your new friends were doing your assignment for a class together. It was going smoothly for you until you heard a laugh that sounds like music to your ear. That’s when you saw him, a tall guy with a sweet smile and dimples, getting shushed by his friend that’s sitting next to him.

“Is he from our uni?” you asked your friends, pretending to be annoyed when in reality you really want to know if you will have a chance on seeing him again in the near future.

“Oliver? The tall guy with curly hair? No, he is a racing driver in Formula 2. But he is always here when it’s off-season, a lot of his friends went here. I could introduce you to him if you want?”

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

“Stop calling me a London boy! I’m not even from London. I’m from Chelmsford!” Ollie said while laughing, and oh, how much you love that laugh. The laugh that caught your attention that first time, a sound that could instantly bring a smile to your face.

You are strolling around the infamous Camden Market with the boy you have been dating for 3 months now. It hasn’t been long since you first met, but God knows how smitten you are with him. Every time you are together with him, it’s like you became a child that has a crush all over again. His smile, his laugh, his thick British accent, his giggle, everything about him is perfect to you.

“I don’t care! You will always be my London boy, okay.” You said with a smile that Ollie loves so much. A smile that he wants to see for the rest of his life if it’s possible.

“Is that supposed to be a Taylor Swift reference?”

Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride

Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English

It was raining heavily, which means your plan to go on a picnic with Ollie has to be canceled unwillingly. It’s been 7 months now since you first date him, and it has been the best seven months for both of you. Sure, there are arguments here and there, it’s normal for a couple to argue, but you love him so much and you knew he loves you too. “You know we don’t have to cancel our plan right?” he said after you expressed your disappointment.

“It’s raining like crazy Ollie,” you said pointing the obvious while unpacking the picnic basket you two had prepared.

“We can still go on a walk, play in the rain for a bit, I swear it will be fun!” his reply got muffled as he hugged you from behind, burying his face in your hair, how are you supposed to decline his invitation?

And that’s how, three days later, you found yourself lying in his bed together with him, the two of you feel like dying from the cold you two caught because of the rain.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling I fancy you

Among all the things you’ve done together with Ollie, your favorite one might be walking around Brixton at night on a weekend. Strolling around Brockwell Park, going to a random concert held in O2 Academy, and visiting the infamous Westminster Abbey. You just love your night adventure with the boy who has been in your life for the past year.

And he loves it too, just as much. He loves seeing you enjoying the park at night, he loves hearing you singing along to a song performed at the concert, and he loves seeing your eyes light up when you were in awe because of the Church. Ollie just loves everything that has to do with you, he loves everything about you. And he will do anything just to see you smile.

So please show me Hackney

Doesn’t have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

You love traveling London with your own London boy. Going to Hackney, visiting the British Museum, walking around Victoria Park, anything really, as long as you are together with him.

Ollie also loves traveling with you too, well, he just loves you, really. He may be not as open as you at expressing his love, but everyone clearly knows just how much he is in love with you. How he would drop everything just to be with you if you asked him. How he would literally fly from Italy, ditching his training at the Ferrari Driver Academy, just to be with you if you called him.

Seriously, everyone could clearly tell that both of you are just two people being insanely in love with each other. And everyone also knew that nothing can change that.

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livlaughloveluke · 1 year ago

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I BEGG soft spiderman bf ethan x hello kitty gf reader

Its just an idea, but if you acc wanna write spiderman!ethan i would look thru a few blogs abt that on here since they're REALLY good. I recommend @spiderlandry

Otherwise it could just be what they're into

Maybe ethan gets reader a hello kitty plushie and she repays him w a comic

Now that i think abt it they dont even have to be dating to begin with

Anyways ik its technically thursday so its okay if you dont get to this right away!! Happy turkey day :)

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan has to make up for a wrecked sleepover

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethans not a great bf but makes up for it at the end

𝐚/𝐧: tysm for this amazing request holy! hope you enjoy :)

you cuddled up into ethan’s arms, the warmth from his embrace making you feel fuzzy inside. you peered down at your matching pastel pink pyjama pants, that were printed with little hello kitty designs all over. ethan had bought them for the both of you, which was a lovely surprise considering you were extremely fond of the endearing cartoon cat.

the obsession started out when you were a young child. the moment you saw the adorable white kitten sewed on a blanket, you fell in love. ever since then, birthdays and christmases were filled with variations of the cat. stuffed animals, clothes, and even school supplies were somehow always decorated with the familiar animal.

your infatuation of the cartoon character seemed to simmer down as you grew older, but it never fully dissipated. for example, when you were a kid you had sheets plastered in the hello kitty pattern, but now in college all that remains on your bed is a stuffed animal of her. however, the simple cat never failed to paint a smile on your face. it wasn’t just her cuteness that drew you toward her, but instead a feeling of nostalgia from your childhood.

ethan smiled, looking down at your face to read your expression. you were deep in thought, staring at your cozy pants. he was captivated by your beauty, and your ability to pull off the comfy look. he was the luckiest man in the entire world. he got to have you, and awesome powers.

your boyfriend, ethan, was your friendly neighborhood spiderman. it was amazing that he was capable of saving lives on the daily, but sometimes his special powers made you feel a little lonely. ethan spent most nights out on the crime-filled streets of new york city, so it was rare you had sleepovers like these. tonight however, he was all yours, and you were free-

the sudden ring of his phone snapped you and him out of your daydreams. he speedily plucked his phone off the coffee table, and answered it. if someone was calling this late at night, you knew it wouldn’t be good. he set off to the other room, with a confused look on his face. his dark brown brows were scrunched together, and his pale lip slightly curled upon hearing the words coming from the device.

he waltzed into your room, trying to get away so he could hear, and you knew what was going to happen next. you filled with sorrow, realizing that he would have to abandon another night of spending time together.

a few minutes later, he walked back out. this time, his eyes were stained with sadness and you sighed, waiting for him to declare his departure.

“y/n, i am so, so sorry but i have-“ ethan starts, but you cut him off, easily able to predict his next words.

“let me guess, another major crime broke out and the city needs their superhero to come save them? it’s okay babe, we can try again another night.” you say, trying to hide your disappointment while kissing him on the cheek.

“it’s not okay, seriously. i pinky promise you i’ll make it up to you soon. i wish i could stay here with you forever, but we both know i can’t.” he states, and you try your best to smile. he grabs his keys and kisses you farewell, promising to return later that night.

he exited out the front door, presumably to change in his car, so he could go resolve whatever issue was causing this ruckus tonight.

you then turned the tv off, and trudged to your bedroom, eager to sleep away the dissatisfaction and pain from this evening.

your salty tears stained your pillow as you silently weeped. you loved ethan, but his constant

abandonment left you feeling heartbroken. you felt selfish, knowing he was out fighting crime, and you still wanted him to be cuddled up with you in bed right now. you slowly fell asleep, now saddled with the heartache of being alone.

ethan was currently swinging as fast as possible through the dark and empty city, rushing so he could he could get back to you. eventually, the pain and exhaustion from the previous fight caught up to him, and he dropped from the buildings to cruise the street. he was out of breath, and every step he took just added to his desire to sleep. although, on his treacherous hike back, the sight of a plushie in a store window made him stop dead in his tracks. it was a large, fluffy hello kitty that stood tall on the shelf, displayed proudly.

he was instantly reminded of you, so he rushed in and grabbed it, slamming enough cash onto the counter before enthusiastically running out. the cashier just stood there, astonished as to what just happened.

ethans heart raced as he began swinging through the tall skyscrapers again. he desperately looked around for your apartment, and when he found it, he impatiently started climbing to reach your bedroom window.

the scattered knocks coming from outside your room woke you up, and you jumped out of your warm bed, cautiously opening your window to see who this strange person was. it was ethan, who breathed heavily through his spiderman costume, with an adorable stuffed animal in hand.

you moved out of the way so he could escape the cold darkness of outside and enter your heated apartment. he ripped off his mask, the sweat adhering some of his curls to his forehead. the lighting allowed him to see your tear-stained cheeks, and guilt washed over him as he wiped them away. before you could get a word in, he handed you the hello kitty plush and began talking.

“i am so sorry for leaving you unexpectedly like that. i’ve spent so much time away from you, and i understand if you want to break up with me, but i really, really want this relationship to work out because i lov-“ he stopped himself. you had never exchanged those three simple words, and his nerves didn’t allow him to. he just continued on, now more careful of his word choice.

“because i care about you. i will give up everything for you if you want me to, just say it and this whole spiderman thing will go away.” you look into his honest brown eyes, and glance back down at your new stuffed animal.

“eth, i don’t want to break up with you, nor do i want you to throw away your life. i just want you to spend time with me. you are the most caring boyfriend in the world, but sometimes i just want to cuddle with you, or do something that a normal couple would do.” he brought you into a warm embrace, and you talked it out. he would try to clear up his schedule so you could have a sleepover together at least once a week, plus all of the times you see each other in class.

you provided him with some of his clothes that he left from previous nights, since his pink pants were now lost in his car, and neither of you had the energy to venture out and get them. you lazily climbed into bed with him, moving so you could lay on his chest. before you drifted off into sleep, you made sure to share one last thing.

“i love you too, by the way.”

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piratefalls · 10 months ago

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i'm back! between work and trying to write my first fic for this fandom i've been falling really behind on reading, so for now these are going to be a more bi-weekly occurrence than weekly. in any event, there's truly a little bit here for everyone, so enjoy this week's mix of a+ works!

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you and me, babe, how about it? by @myheartalivewrites

Alex sits in the back of their Secret Service approved, PPO driven Land Rover, excitement thrumming through his body. The leather squeaks as he fidgets incessantly; his skin burns where Kieran’s shoulder is pressed into his, despite the layers of fabric between them. On the other side of Kieran, he can see Henry’s fingers twitch on top of his own knee, playing an imaginary piano, flicking out and squeezing in before releasing and starting again. Like he’s so fucking desperate to reach out and touch the leg next to his he’s having to muster up all of his self-control, draw on all the years of keeping himself restrained, just to not start things too soon. Alex can’t believe they’re actually, finally, doing this.

you know i can't be found with you by stutteringpeach

“He’s cute,” Alex declares on the first day of class. Liam doesn’t even bother to look up from his laptop. “Uh huh.” “The professor.” Liam makes a non-committal noise. “I’m gonna fuck him.”

Longer Than Most by happinessofthepursuit

“Oh,” Alex says. “Sick.” Henry can’t help but grin. He can’t believe he’s so bloody gone on a man who says sick and dude, who he’s slept with all of one time and proceeded to knock him up. Henry’s a cliche, honestly. “It is, indeed, sick, as you say.” Alex rolls his eyes, but his cheeks darken a shade, giving him away a bit. “Listen, the closest I get to poetry is your fucking face. Excuse me if my vocabulary doesn’t quite compare to yours.” Or, Alex and Henry have a one night stand. That is, until a baby’s involved.

Baby (Let Me Put On a Show) by SatinBirds

It’s been five months, and still Alex is never completely prepared for Henry’s performances. Private or otherwise. Or, Henry is a night dancer, and he’s everything Alex wants.

Sun Salutations (Waif for Me) by @duchessdepolignaca03

He repeats the movement five or six times, his body heating up with each repetition, loosening the hangovers’ grip on him through very effective breathwork. Wanting to open up his hips a little bit more, he settles into a wide-legged forward fold. He holds the pose, enjoying the delicious stretch on his lower back and virtually all the muscles of his lower body. Then he just about jumps out of his skin when he hears, “Mmm, breakfast is served.” Or: Alex parties hard on a Thursday night and has some deliciously anonymous sex with the glittery blond he calls Waif. When he wakes to do his naked sun salutations, he learns that Waif is a very, very hungry, 'temporarily unhoused' boy whom Alex quickly invites to live rent-free in his head.

secret, scars, and trust by viciouslyqueer

He trails off and Henry takes the opportunity to cup his cheek, gently swiping his thumb over the smooth skin. “Hey. We don’t have to do anything. We can stop right now if you want to, or cuddle for a while. I can put on a movie if you’d like. I don’t mind either way.” Alex’s smile grows and he leans into the touch, pecking Henry’s lips again. “Thanks, baby,” he murmurs, and Henry has to fight the urge to react at the pet name. “But it’s not that. I want to keep going, if you want it, too. I just have to tell you something before, okay?”

make it five by anincompletelist

“Fifty bucks says I can get that guy’s number.” Popping the bubble of cinnamon-flavored gum Alex had just blown, he glances up from his phone to look at where Nora’s pointing. Just over the soles of his shoes, crossed at the ankles and propped on the flaking black wood of the shop’s front desk, there’s a man with broad shoulders lingering by the far wall. Alex hadn’t even heard the guy come in. “Nora. He’s literally looking at one of the biggest dildos I’ve ever seen,” he deadpans quietly. + alex works at a sex toy shop. it's usually a pretty easy job — if he could just stop daydreaming about the blonde guy that keeps coming in to buy literally all of alex's favorite sex toys.

talk by smc_27

Henry records himself for an audio erotica app. Alex finds it. And listens.

Got a ticket for two by clottedcreamfudge

Henry likes his apartment - he has done since the day he moved in a year ago. The light in the sitting room is gorgeous at all times of day thanks to the ceiling to floor windows which lead out onto a south-facing balcony, only just large enough for the plethora of plantlife his flatmates care for. The kitchen is always stocked with his favourite tea, everyone keeps to their allotted cupboard and fridge space, and the bathrooms are kept meticulously clean. There's a rota for chores stuck to the fridge with magnets from Rhode Island and Minnesota, London and Milan, with everything typed up neatly so that nobody has to squint to read someone else's awful handwriting. His flatmates themselves? Well, they're a little… strange.

Far Away From the One That I Love by allmylovesatonce

It's been an agonizing two months of Henry being in London and Alex being in New York. When an opportunity to finally be reunited with Henry comes his way, Alex jumps on it. But things don't go quite how they expected after so much time away.

If We're Caught in a Wage (I Will Carry You Over) by @sparklepocalypse

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak. Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing. (Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

Protect Your Solitude by graceofgrayskull

At the 2016 Rio Olympics, Alex stumbles onto Prince Henry crying in a storage closet and is forced to rewrite his perception of their first meeting.

Out For A Bite by everwitch

Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry. He’s staring right at Henry. Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

each time we touch / i wanna take too much by @firenati0n

my fingers slipped and now there are fingers in mouths. wrote this in one sitting at 5am today. please forgive any egregious errors, i wrote it without my glasses on and on no sleep lol. hope you like it. <3 title from New Girl by FINNEAS

you took the time to memorize me (my fears, my hopes, my dreams) by coffeecatsme

The tour guide has a small bisexual flag pinned to his chest, right next to where his name is scrawled in big, bold letters. Alex, it reads; simple, to the point. The name tag rests on a red and black flannel, and underneath is a white t-shirt with Georgetown’s name stretched on the front, reminding Henry ever so starkly that he’s thousands of miles away from what he calls home. The flannel stretches over broad shoulders leading up to a strong jaw, all in contrast with the bright, dimpled grin stretched over a beautiful face. Henry thinks there isn't a place on the world far enough away from his grandmother to escape her clutches - even after transferring to Georgetown. Then, his tour guide extends a helping hand and shows him otherwise. Or, 5 steps Alex and Henry take to memorize each other and 1 time they realize they already do.

Praise & Supplication by NoCoastPosts

Alex is always moving, always going, always seeking. He is defiance and brashness tinged with anxiety, but not in these moments. Henry pins him down with a gaze as heavy as his touch, and all of Alex’s motions cease. He is calm, he is obedient, he is pliable. He knows he’ll be broken apart piece by piece, sending waves of heat deep into his core. or When Alex gets stuck in his head, Henry helps him let go.

Another Door Opens by 14carrotgold

Henry takes a long drink. “If it makes you feel any better, my dad's dead. He and my mum had the type of love straight from the storybooks and it got cut tragically short, so what is the point in finding something real if it's just going to hurt you?” Alex bites back a smile and shakes his head. “How in the fuck was that supposed to make me feel better?” He waves his hand awkwardly. “Oh, I just thought we were both sharing the trauma that impacted our romantic relationships.” - Henry and Alex first meet when Henry reveals their partners are cheating on them with each other.

Fifteen Hours Till Forever by inexplicablymine

“I would say that in this life, we aren’t granted many chances at true happiness, at the unadulterated freedom and joy that comes to the lucky ones. I would say that I know right now only fifteen feet apart, fifteen hours till forever, and somehow the universe has decided I ought to be one of the luckiest there are.” “But tomorrow,” he continues, “when we are saying our vows, when we are promising ourselves to one another forever, I want you to look me in the eyes and know that you are it for me.” OR The year is 2025, and the world doesn't know they are getting married.

home by rizcriz

For a moment he fears Henry’s been outed against his will somehow, but he scrolls down to find a video clip. Unable to trust himself to watch the video, he scrolls a little further to read the transcript. He learns that Henry had come out during a ribbon cutting, of all things. He’d stood in front of a crowd of a couple hundred people gathered for the opening of a new youth shelter, and he’d told his truth. Alex is tempted to watch the video, to examine his body language to see if it was planned or not, but he reads further and one sentence stands out to tell him it wasn’t. There is no comment yet from Buckingham Palace. -- or, six months after Henry rejected Alex at Kensington Palace.

The Way of Things by writerkenna

Henry and Alex have been very much enjoying the life they’ve managed to carve out for themselves. They’ve had to compromise and work and change to maintain it, but it’s worth it. Henry finds himself pregnant, though, and everything they’ve built starts to turn on its head. as always, let me know if you want to be tagged either because you're a writer or a reader (or both!) and i'll see you next time!

My life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person by lizzie_bennetdarcy

Alex plans to be a lot of firsts in the world. But this absolutely isn't the kind of first he was thinking. He stares wide-eyed into the mirror at the letters on his shoulder while June whines to be let in. Alex finally unlocks the door and June bursts through. “Show me!” Wordlessly, Alex turns to show her his back. "What the actual fuck?" June exclaims, then claps a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, that was rude, but — is it more than one person?" Or: Five times Alex doesn't find his soulmate, and one time he does

tagging: @starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels @midnightsfp @sarahjswift omg i feel like i'm missing someone

#rwrb rec list #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #alexhenry #firstprince fanfiction

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idyllicbarb · 2 years ago

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Spoil Me

SUMMARY: for anon that asked, “hey i love your writing and i was wondering if you could write some fluff about joes gf living her best wag luxury life and everyone just loving how cute their relationship is and her constantly getting the princess treatment.”

WARNINGS: fluff!

Your feet aches from work, sitting down on the couch slowly you sigh, rubbing your foot after taking off your heels. A black box with a bow that's sitting on your living room table catches your attention. You didn't see that before you headed to work this morning, grabbing the box, you open it to see a heartfelt card from your husband, Joe. Yes thee Joe Burrow, who plays for the Cincinnati Bengals. He loves to spoil you, anything you want and need, he got it. You two have been married for a year now.

The public loves you two's relationship, Joe Joe just treats you like such a princess. He loves pampering you and showing you off, letting anybody know that you belong to him. You find it absolutely adorable, Joe admitted his feelings for you during sophomore year of college. You had always spent your free time over at Joe's off campus dorm whenever you weren't working or he didn't have a game.

"Joey!" You squeak once he picks you up in his arms. He holds you close embracing your warmth.

"I just want to feel you mama," Joe mumbles in your neck walking over to the couch while you wrap your legs around his waist.

"You're so needy for me, my love." You whisper with a smile on your face and Joe stares into your eyes. "I just love you," he says while trailing a finger down your face.

"Just want to stay like this forever." Joe sighs and snuggles closer to you. It's barely possible but he smiles once your hands massages his hair.

You smile to yourself thinking about the fond memory. Joe's promise to you is to make sure you don't have to lift a finger around the house. He always cooks dinner for the both of you, then falling asleep on the couch while you're laying on top of his chest watching SpongeBob with him afterwards.

You smile thinking about the next time that can happen, but your mind turns back to the card, reading what Joe wrote you;

"For the one who holds my heart and that she also deserves anything she wants."

— Joey

A blush forms on you face while you looking inside the box, you gasp when finding the Coach necklace you had mentioned to Joe a few weeks ago. You reach for your phone to call your husband, he picks up on the first answer and you show him the gift he bought you.

"Thank you baby! I love this so much," You smile at your phone and he laughs turning his eyes on the road. Bengals had their usual practice today,

"I'm glad you do, wifey, I'm almost home. I'll start you a bath when I get there, so be undressed and ready." Joe winks at the phone and you blush, nodding your head. You two talk for a little bit longer before hanging up the phone so you can undress yourself.

You decide to clean yourself up before Joe's arrival, wiping off your makeup and letting your dress fall off your body. Popping off your bra, you sigh in relief hearing the garage door open. Signaling that Joe's home and you smile to yourself.

"Babe! I'm home." He yells out dropping his keys on the table loudly. You hear shuffling going on before loud stomps hit the stairs and open the bedroom door. "Princess?" Joe calls out while taking off his shoes.

"I'm in the bathroom," You softly reply pulling your hair up into a messy bun. Joe opens the bathroom door and stares at you in awe. "I've missed you," Joe runs his hands up and down your sides lovingly.

Kissing on your body slowly, you smile at Joe, "How was practice, baby boy?"

"It was good, made a few adjustments before Thursday's game." Joe kisses your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you. "How was work baby? It wasn't difficult right?" Joe ponders while lifting you up on the counter.

"No babe, my feet just ache that's all." You wrap your arms around his neck as Joe lifts your legs up. Slowly massaging your feet, you let out a soft sound. Joe grins before kissing your lips softly, "Hm? My baby feels better?"

You nonverbally reply by pulling Joe closer to your body. You two sit there in complete silence, swaying back and forth. "I'm going to start your bath now mama," Joe mutters before pulling away and your body gets cold due to Joe's warmth being gone.

You kick your legs back and forth waiting for the tub to be filled. Joe adds in your favorite soap and bath bombs, making the water turn into a pretty light pink. Joe grabs a wash cloth and towel for you but you stop him in the process, "I want you to join me baby. I know you've had a long day."

Joe ponders on wether he should join you or not but your puppy eyes make him give in, grabbing another wash cloth and towel for himself. He bends over in the tub, feeling for the water temperature and turns the knobs off.

"It's ready, princess," Joe turns and says lifting you off the counter and slowly into the tub.

You slowly sink in the hot tub, leaning your head back against the tiles. Joe takes off his clothes before sitting down in the tub in front of you. Once he's settled, he pulls you into his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder, rocking back and forth gently.

"I want to go to dinner tonight, if that's fine with you?" Joe pulls your hair behind your ear. "I would love that babe." You smile pecking Joe's lips.

"Good, it'll be an Italian restaurant." Joe grabs your wash cloth, applying soap to it and washing your body for you. You sit there letting Joe clean the dirt off of you from the day. Once he's finished, he washes himself before draining the water out of the tub.

Picking you up, Joe slowly steps out with you holding onto him. He grabs your towel from off the sink counter, wrapping it tightly around your body. Joe grabs his towel while you watch him, he sends you a wink, you drop your head as your cheeks turn red. "I love when you watch me baby."

"Your body looks so good." You mumble looking at your toes, obsessed with the pretty pink painted over them that Joe paid for your birthday. Joe walks over lifting your chin up with his hand, staring into his baby blue eyes.

"Speak up mama, can't hear you." He smirks and you roll your eyes playfully at him, "I said..your body looks so good, my love."

"No, that's all you," Joe let's out a small laugh, grabbing the back of your legs and lifting you off the sink. You squeal as Joe walks to the bed, sitting you on the edge. You dry yourself up as Joe grabs a box from out of your walk in closet. "I bought this for you, for tonight."

You peek your head up as your lotion your body, seeing Joe hold a beautiful dress bought just for you. "Oh baby, I love it!" You excitedly yell jumping up and down. Joe laughs at your reaction, grabbing some heels to match with your dress.

"Once you're finished moisturizing yourself, slip on the dress baby, I wanna see how you look." Joe says walking off to find himself an outfit.

You slip the dress on in your mirror, seeing how it fits your body perfectly. Joe watches you from behind, seeing how you're so excited to wear it. "Oh Joe, it's beautiful."

"You're beautiful." He states wrapping his arms around your waist. You blush murmuring a small 'thank you' under your breath, Joe kisses your jawline and you gasp quietly. His scruff feels so good on your skin, you love when Joe decides to grow a beard. Always makes him sexy and you get more needy for his attention, he gives in every-time.

"I'm going to continue getting dressed, wear the J necklace I bought you baby, I'll wear the one with your initials as well." Joe pats your butt walking back into the closet to find something to put on.

You smile to yourself, putting the necklace on, seeing how it shines in the light. You stare at your reflection, loving every part of what you're seeing. The only left to do is slip on your Jimmy Choo heels, which you do, twirling once Joe appears in your presence again.

He's wearing all black with his favorite shoes, the black and white dunks. "I think you should wear your Prada bucket hat I bought for you, it fits perfectly babe." You suggest running your hands up and down Joe's arm. He stares at you hard, thinking unholy thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that, only for you mama." Joe kisses your cheek and picks his bucket hat up from off the dresser, placing it on top of his head and you come over to fix it for him.

"I think we're all set babe."You clap your hands together in anticipation to get out the house and Joe smiles at you, kissing your hands before leading the both of you downstairs to his Porsche.

He opens the door for you, helping you sit in the passenger seat. "Thank you baby," You say motioning Joe to lean down so you can give him a kiss. You tongue kiss him, moaning when he squeezes your body lovingly. Pulling away, you see the lip stains on his lap and giggles. Joe huffs before laughing and closing your door. He opens the driver door, sitting down before purposely opening his legs to get your reaction.

You side-eye Joe, he knows how much you love when he sits slutty. "Everything alright baby?"Joe asks you when pulling out of the driveway. You stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your expression.

"Oh you asshole!"

Joe rubs your arm as you two look at the menu. "I think I want Chef Andy's Homestyle Cavatappi," you say looking up at Joe. "Get whatever you like babe." Joe kisses your temple softly and you close your eyes in content.

The waiter comes over to take you two's order, which Joe does for you, rubbing your thigh under the table. Once the waiter is finished taking the orders, Joe pulls you closer to him, sucking on your bottom lip. "Baby I just fixed my lipstick in the car and you're messing it up again."

"Your lips just so perfect." Joe leans down to suck on your neck and you giggle softly, weakly attempting to push his head back. "Behave yourself Burrow."

"How can I? When my wife is so stunning." Joe kisses your hand, "You want desert mama? I know how much you love chocolate."

"Yes, pretty please." You say, blinking your eyelashes cutely and Joe grips your waist. "You're so lucky I have a game this week love."

You raise your eyebrows at your husband in challenge,"Or what?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Joe unzips your dress slowly while you watch in the mirror. He kisses down your back and you let out a soft sound. Lifting you up, Joe pulls your heels off your feet. He walks with you to the bed, laying you down so he can unclip your bra. You watch Joe walk off to find the both of you comfortable clothes.

You sit up to wrap your hair up, then crawling towards the night stand to take off your jewelry and makeup. Joe walks back in with an oversized shirt for you, he's changed into only some boxers and of course, the SpongeBob socks you bought him.

"Thank you baby," You say when he pulls the shirt over your head and adjusts it to your liking. "Anything for you." Joe kisses you, the kiss turning into a make out session before you pull away needing your breath.

"Can we cuddle now baby? I just want to lay on you," Joe pulls you on the bed, comfortably getting you two suited under the covers. He turns the tv on and pulls you into his warm body. Of course, the show Family Guy is on, you don't mind though, not with the way your husband is holding you.

You start getting more sleepier by the minute and yawn loudly, "Goodnight babe. I love you."

Joe kisses your cheek and pulls the covers over you, "I love you more mama, goodnight."

It's finally Thursday Night Football, you're sitting with the other Bengals WAGs in the suite that Joe got for you all. The game hasn't started yet so you're on your phone not paying attention to who has walked in the room.

"Hi Joe!" Jayme greets and you turn your head to see your husband walking over your way. "Shouldn't you be with the team right now?"

"I should, but I just want my good luck kiss from my baby, that's all."

You giggle and hide your face after hearing oohs and awws from the other wives and girlfriends in the room. You pull Joe down to your level and kiss him slowly, not caring about how there's other people in the room.

"Good luck babe. I love you so much, you got this." You encourage with a smile on your face in which Joe returns before kissing you once more on the lips and jogging out of the room.

You go back to being on your phone when Dana walks up to you and sits next to you, “I’m so happy for you and Joe relationship. You two deserve this.”

“Thank you Dana,” You say before thinking to yourself, you might be the luckiest person on the planet.

#joe burrow #joeburrow #cincinnati bengals #joeburrow fanfiction #joeburrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joeburrow fic #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow imagine #nfl #Spotify

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jongbross · 1 year ago

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all i got (byun baekhyun x reader) [request]

pairing: bodyguard!baekhyun x pregnant!reader

word count: 587

genre: fluffy

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and bbh being the sweetest

a/n: my first ever request <3 they're open btw, feel free to send something in.

it was too silent for a thursday night, so that could only mean one thing.

baekhyun walked slowly into the bedroom, turning on the lights and instantly smiling at the sight of a very comfortable you wrapped in a white, fluffy blanket. you looked peaceful, and even with the blanket around you, baekhyun could still see your arm lovingly wrapped around your big belly.

he walked over to you while loosening his tie. he wished he could have put you to sleep, he wished he could have talked to your stomach like he used to do every sunday morning he'd be off work.

being a bodyguard was a risky job, he knew that. but still, baekhyun didn't ever put too much thought into it, at least until you came around. all it took was three years for him to officially make you his, giving you his last name; and then one more year till a little somebody was added to the mix.

that changed baekhyun's perspective of life. he wasn't scared of putting his life on the line to protect his clients, but now he is; he didn't mind coming home late every night, but now he does. he didn't regret it, though - having a family with you was the biggest dream he had but never knew about it.

sitting next to your sleeping figure on bed, baekhyun slightly pulled the blanket off you, resting his hand on top of yours on your belly, caressing your skin and smiling when he felt the baby kick.

"little baekhyun was quiet the whole day, don't you dare make him fuzzy now", your sleepy voice surprised baekhyun, who chuckled.

"hi, babe."

you opened your eyes, taking in your husband's features. his eyes were tired, surrounded by dark circles. you took your hand from under his and reached for his face, caressing his cheek.

"hey", you softly said. "tough day?"

"paparazzi was all over my client today, some stalkers too", he shrugged. "the usual."

you hummed in response.

"are you hurt?", it took some time for baekhyun to reply, so you knew what that meant. "where?", you asked.

"my rib is hurting a little bit, i think one of the stalkers tried to push me off the way with their phone or something", he calmly explained to you. "but it's okay, i bet it will only leave a purple mark on the skin."

sighing, you seated on the bed beside him, reaching for his tie and white blouse. "let me see it."

"no, it's okay", he stopped your hands. "i'll take a look in the shower."

"is there anything i can do to help you then?"

baekhyun smiled once again at your words, pulling your hands to his lips. he kissed your knuckles, breathing in the scent of your skin. "wait for me, i wanna fall asleep with you."

"yeah, okay. your son is awake too, i can feel him moving around, so i definitely won't sleep right now."

"he is happy to hear his dad's voice!"

baekhyun kissed your cheek and briefly caressed your stomach before getting up from the bed.

"you joke like that, but it's true. he misses you when you're not around."

"just like his mom~...", baekhyun sang, blinking at you. he took in the way you laughed at him, ears getting slightly pink.

his heart raced. yeah, he definitely needed to be more careful at his work now, if that meant he could always come back home to you, your beautiful smile and your sure beautiful son.

#byun baekhyun #byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #byun baekhyun imagines #exo imagines #exo x reader #exo fanfic #baekhyun #exo #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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harrywavycurly · 1 year ago

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What if Steve is the only one who knows Eddie is a killer? Sorry I just love Steve and Eddie 😂😍

Hiii babes!! I don’t know why this idea makes me laugh so hard because like can you just truly imagine if Steven Andrew Harrington is the one who helps Eddie pick who he kills?😂 So naturally I had to give you a little tiny blurb about it🙈💖

-find all things Serial Killer Eddie here✨

Tag List: @clairesjointshurt @sofaritsalrightt @squidscottjeans @stardustmunson @amberpanda99

TW: Mentions of killing/hurting someone, Eddie is a serial killer

*Eddie doesn’t know how it happened but here he is letting Steve tell him who he thinks he should murder*

“I’m just saying he’s a pretty bad dude.” Eddie rolls his eyes as Steve follows him down the Horror section of Family Video. Steve looks around to make sure no one is within listening range as Eddie stops right in front of the Nightmare on Elm Street series. “I know exactly where he’s going to be next Thursday.” Steve adds as Eddie reaches and grabs the 2nd installment in the horror franchise.

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice is alarmingly calm as he turns and faces his longtime friend who just so happened to drop in for a visit one night a few years ago while Eddie was in the middle of ending a man named Larry’s life in the basement while you were out of town. “All the guy did was return his movies a few days late.” Steve let’s out a huff as he rolls his eyes while Eddie walks towards the front of the store with Steve close behind him.

“He’s also just an asshole.” Steve explains in an attempt to make Eddie agree to meeting with this Greg dude who had seemed to really piss Steve off. “Will you at least just give him a once over?” Eddie puts the movie on the counter as Steve leans against it so he can try his hardest to give Eddie his best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine I’ll check into him.” Steve smiles and heads back behind the counter so he can start the process of letting Eddie rent his movie for free, one of the perks he’s been given ever since Eddie dealt with an old bully of Steve’s a few months ago by making it nearly impossible for the man to talk without it being incredibly painful. “But I’m not promising anything because he just sounds like a regular asshole who returns his movies late.” Eddie informs Steve who just nods his head because he gets it, not everyone needs to be handled by Eddie just because they’re mean or an asshole.

“That’s fine but if you do go and uh…visit him can I come too?” Eddie glares at him as he takes the movie off the counter. “That’s a no isn’t it?” Eddie doesn’t even respond before turning and heading for the door so he can head home and begin making dinner for you since it’s the one night a week you work late and he likes to make sure everything is taken care of by the time you get home. “It’s due by Friday before midnight!” Steve shouts as Eddie leaves Family Video and gets into his van.

“Fucking Harrington.” Eddie mumbles as he tosses the movie onto the passenger seat before putting the van in reverse so he can head home.

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gyunglitter · 1 year ago

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the links

- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: not edited, kinda long, mentions of gym bros, bitchless behavior, drunk fighting, mentions of camp rock, cursing, prolly should’ve put that last before the other lmao, partying, suspicious tampering with drinks

tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!

notes: bro i’ve been sitting on this for a while, but since i got sick, i finally had the time to actually write this—not very drabble fic of me, but i hope yall enjoyed it :) feel free to send in asks/requests abt this au!!

⚤ masterlist

just how did this rag tag group get together?

tbh with yall

the losers club took a while to actually get established

we’re talkin the end of the winter semester babes

to be fair tho☝️🤓

each of you were either awkward, antisocial, or autistic

but you all came around eventually

through small and simple means, the hottest friend group came to be!!

yeonjun + taehyun:

met in calc 101 in the winter semester

taehyun needed the class for his major

but yeonjun accidentally stumbled in on the first day and felt too awkward to leave

he tried to play it cool like he totally belonged

but taehyun could tell right when he sat next to him and his gigantic water bottle and protein shake

it only sealed the deal when yeonjun asked to borrow a pencil

“thanks! oh wow…i don’t think i’ve seen a pencil like this”

“it’s a mechanical..?”

“aha, yeaaaaaah…”

they really looked like 🤨 and ✌🏽🤪✌🏽

the both of them simultaneously felt transported back to their high school days

with yeonjun’s jockiness and taehyun’s brutal deadpan

the two intimidated the HELL out of each other😭

they were extremely awkward despite trying to act like they weren’t they totally were

but that hour of calc was pure torture

yeonjun made sure to stay far away from the engineering building after that lmao

it was only when they accidentally ran into each other at the gym that they bonded

after yeonjun almost dropped the bar on himself and his initial spotter got distracted

he swore he was gonna quite literally off himself at that moment

yeonjun was surprised to see the small kid from calc save him from his death with only ONE arm

an arm that was as big as HIS HEAD?!?! :O

after that, the two saw each other very often and became the ultimate Gym Bros🔥💪🏽

which took a lot of emotional work on both ends after their traumatic high school days

but taehyun STANS yeonjun and his diligence to zumba!

while yeonjun admires taehyun’s pull game when they go to the club together!

they became an unlikely platonic match made in heaven :D

soobin + hueningkai:

this friendship was DESPERATE

to be fr

soobin was LONELY :(

he’d be starting his third year of college and had yet to find his forever-friends his therapist promised he’d make once he made it to college!!

it wasn’t until he met his double at the Video and Audio Enthusiasts club meeting

a club created solely to use the conputer and projector room from 5-6pm every thursday to watch jujutsu kaisen without the faculty knowing

soobin had been apart of the club since his sophomore year when it started, but there was only so much socializing he could do with the same three people who come

at least until a very green freshman!kai walked in!!

it was kai’s first semester and first week away from home

and boy was he nervous

his older sister who had just graduated from the same college forced him to sign up for clubs in order to make good friends

she held his precious molang plushie hostage until he came back with proof of signing up for at least one club :(

BUT HE WAS SO OVERWHELMED AT CLUB RUSH??

all these ppl pitching why their club was so great with their bright posters, over enthusiastic campaigners, and loud music blasting from portable speakers???

kai just wanted to go back to his room and down the tub of mint choco he left in his mini fridge

but alas

the things he does for molang !! >.<

he signed up for the audio and visual enthusiasts club solely bc there was only one person manning the table

and she was knocked out

so when he signed up, he skedaddled out of there with the intention of showing up to one meeting before staging a dramatic but undeniable leave of absence

for the rest of the year >:)

little did he know his first day would bring him an adorable, lanky man who would never leave him alone!!

fr tho

soobin saw this 6’0 child who gave off “i WILL bit you” vibes and said

“he’s mine”

and the rest was history tbh

you never really see one without the other with the way they leech on to each other

the two of them honestly are complete angels together

beomgyu + you:

now

YOU TWO

if soobin and kai are angels, yall are the goddamn devils💀

you guys actually met your freshman year

you shared a lot of the same generals, but didn’t interact that much

mainly bc beomgyu was typically either gaming or sleeping in

meanwhile you always showed up to class zooted

unlike your classes that focused on your major, your generals were classes you couldn’t care less about

and your grades sure did show for it😬

your parents and teachers were worried you were gonna flunk out after your first semester and lose your scholarship

it wasn’t until the two of you were thrown together for a group project that things changed

forced proximity trope🥵

but not for the reasons you’re thinking!!

instead of working together, pulling all nighters, and trauma bonding together

you guys were the only ones slacking during all of the group meetings

the both of you succeed in pissing the other members off as yall constantly showed up late, distracted each other with origami cranes/airplanes/SMASH, and once got the group kicked out of the library for trying to secretly smoke a bowl behind the stacks

but you blamed that on beomgyu and his weak lungs

safe to say, you and beomgyu did a great job of alienating yourselves from the other members in your group

(fun fact: soobin was one of them—he HATED yall)

but you two ultimately bonded after skipping one of the meetings when you bumped into each other on campus and decided to go to the arcade down the street instead LMAO

after successfully beating him at the racing games and letting him win the sharpshooter games, the two of you were inseparable!!

especially since yall flunked that class and had to take it again the next semester lmao

you almost lost your scholarship

but for the rest of your classes, beomgyu helped you cram for your exams!

turns out your stoner-gamer-boy-bestie used to be student body vice president in high school??

he helped you pass the rest of your classes your freshman and sophomore years, in exchange you let him collect all your scarabs😭

hueninkai + taehyun:

this friendship is so cute omg

this came during winter semester, after kai established a friendship with soobin and restored some of his self-confidence

and with all his new, interesting classes finally catering to his curious nature

kai had started to branch out of his shell and thrive in the college environment

he still didn’t have any friends besides soobin, but he faced everyday with a bright smile :)

and then there was taehyun

fall semester had not been kind to him, having no time for socializing quite yet :(

poor taehyun at the time was exhausted from his ridiculous workload and would show up to class half dead each morning

BUT IN COMES HYUKA THE ANGEL😭

the two shared a life skills class and were seat mates

kai noticed taehyun’s state each morning

which wasn’t too hard since taehyun was slumped over his desk every morning and only woke up when class started

and sometimes not even then

in response, kai had kindly made a habit of bringing taehyun a coffee each morning and leaving it on his desk :(

not only that, kai was always just a natural energizer!

with his positive attitude and earnest countenance, taehyun couldn’t help but feel ready to take on the day as well !

as thanks, there never failed to be a copy of the answer key to whatever test was coming up on hueningkai’s desk the next day

taehyun really is THAT man🥵

ngl hyuka felt like he had a sugar daddy of sorts at the beginning

but the two have the sweetest friendship after that!!

they’re genuinely so grateful for each other and balance out really well

yeonjun + you + beomgyu:

a friendship that started off contractually

it was the winter semester of your sophomore year and you were in a bit of an artistic drought

the last time your work had taken off was a complete accident

you’d been high off your ass and posted a hodgepodge of the last 10 screenshots in your camera roll, smartly titled “Hell is A Teenage Girl”

it gained so much attention for its authenticity and now you had no idea how to follow THAT up :(

your bestie beomgyu constantly offered to model for you

but you could never take him seriously after he showed up to your house in lingerie so you could “picture him like your french girls”

“that’s not even how it goes, headass”

“it’s called taking ‘creative liberties’, birdbrain—and you’re supposed to be the artist?”

“please…just put some clothes on. i can’t take you seriously when your balls are in my face”

anyways

you were struggling to come up with anything after that stunt

until you saw your muse in him

the him being yeonjun, who came straight from zumba and was currently downing a bowl of ramyeon from the caf

you shared no classes, interests, or mutuals

but one thing you had in common?

you both thought he was hot!!

you had cornered him with the abrupt confession that he had the most "photograph-able" face and you needed to shoot him for a new project of yours

(with compensation, of course)

yall looked like 🫵🙂📷 and ⁉️😗🍜

yeonjun reluctantly agreed since he was broke and needed more ramyeon money

the shoot started off kind of uncomfortable since you two were incredibly awkward

but you eventually warmed up to each other with your terrible jokes that made him die laughing!

you never would've pegged him as a pun-lover, but you were certainly not disappointed :)

as the shoot finished up, you ended up going out for ice cream together

to which beomgyu crashed and ended up fighting with yeonjun about everything under the sun

it all started with yeonjun’s preference for mint choco, that everything started to go up in flames lmao

you were sure yeonjun would want nothing to do with the pair of you after that night

BUT THEN THE PICTURES WENT VIRAL

your work blew up once again and yeonjun got many modelling offers!!

with the newfound clout given to yeonjun, came an unlikely partnership between you two as you brought out the best in each other’s works

and with you, came beomgyu as a package deal

the two eventually ended up bonding as time went on and they discovered they shared many interests

but you were the glue to hold them together for a while since they never failed to get on each other’s nerves

tom and jerry fr🙄

everyone:

after a draining week of school and his zumba class getting cancelled, yeonjun decided he wanted to go to a party

he needed a drink and a good excuse to dance since his feet were happy and his hips were in need of speaking their truth

lucky for him, there was supposed to be a CRAZY RAGER this weekend

yeonjun was told it was thrown by some uppclassmen named jackson wang or something?

🤷‍♀️

BUT IT WAS PERFECT!!

but he couldn't go alone--he'd look like a loser

which he's NOT >:(

so he brought his gym bro, taehyun!

but then the two were faced with the predicament of looking like much worse

homosexuals!! :0

god forbid two men hang out in public

so taehyun brought his other bestie, kai!!

but mans hates large social gatherings and would rather drown in his toilet than watch the musclemen pull the pretty girls he was afraid of

so he brought the also bitchless soobin along to keep himself entertained :D

meanwhile you were also getting dragged to the party by beomgyu, whose band had gigged it, since he needed emotional support!

the event had started off fine!

beomgyu was killing it with his band

soobin and kai were awkwardly curbing girls' stares and suspicious drinks sent their way with queries as to a foursome

yeonjun was in the middle of a mosh pit, getting absolutely wrecked

taehyun was getting danced on by not one, but TWO girls

AT THE SAME TIME

and you were currently crowd surfing despite having no recollection as to how you got there

you were honestly not vibing since you had a slight fear of heights

and an aversion to sweaty men in closed spaces

so when you were eventually put down, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen to get a breather

and maybe a shot while you were at it—god knows you need one to get through the rest of the night

however, your plans halted once you caught sight of your beloved ex-group partner from biochem!!

“woah hey, soobie-boobie?!” you hollered

cue soobin, who was in the middle of a heated rant about the band refusing his request of playing “meant to be” by bebe rexha, freezing with a soulless look in his eyes

it was you

you (+beomgyu, btw) were the reason he had to pull multiple all nighters to complete your part of the project you failed to do the previous year

mans nearly lost the will to live during that project

he’d hated yall with a passion and did NOT fail to snitch after the project was submitted

it was bc of him that you had to retake that class and almost get your scholarship revoked

of course, nobody knew it was him, since he was a sly motherfucker and blamed it on kim chaewon instead

but he planned on taking that secret with him to the grave, since he would rather take a nap on the freeway than deal with confrontation

but he had no reason to, by the way you were calling for him with the dopiest smile on your face

he hoped he could get away with ignoring you since it was so loud

but then you let out a screech that pierced the heavens

“SOOBIE BOOBIE TOOBIE WOOBIE FOOBIEEEEE!!”

hhnggg

he closed his eyes to block out the sight of you now standing on the counter and waving your arms like crazy

if he couldn’t see you, then you didn’t exist

but, unfortunately, soobin wasn’t the only person with eyes and ears

“hey, hyung, i dunno if it’s just me, but i think that girl might know you!”

soobin opened his eyes to see kai waving back at the girl for him

soobin wanted to die when he saw you take that as confirmation to join them

“hey! long time no see!!” you greeted as you took a seat with the pair of them

hyuka easily took to you while soobin tried his best not to look utterly disgusted

“so how do you two know each other?” kai asked

“soobin and i were paired for a group project last year!”

soobin frowned at you, but you were none the wiser as you entertained the curious kai

“oh cool!! what class was that?”

“honestly, i have no clue! i was high half the school year, thank god soobin was there to help me and my other friend for that project!”

soobin scoffed at that, causing both you and kai to look at him questioningly

“was that a cough?”

“did you need a drink?” you innocently offered one of the many drinks the boys had discarded

soobin shook his head vigorously at that, making you shrug

“welp, more for me then!”

AND DOWNED IT

kai and soobin were too slow to stop you, and watched in horror as you finished the drink with a pinched expression

“holy shit, are you okay?!” soobin asked

but you were preoccupied with the upset feeling in your stomach

“ugh, what the hell was that?” you tried to stop yourself from burping, but you could feel yourself getting lightheaded

“ah man, i knew those drinks weren’t safe” kai winced, watching as you nearly fell out of your seat before soobin caught you

soobin groaned at the prospect of having to take care of you, but lifted you up a bit while you babbled and whisked yourself out of his hold

“hey, im fine—i actually feel great! we should go dance!”

and you were off, dragging an innocent kai with you to where the rest of the party was dancing to the band

not wanting to be left alone after you so rudely took his only friend, soobin ran after the pair of you

meanwhile kai, who had been dragged with you, felt like he was gonna have a panic attack in the face of all these people you dragged him toward

he felt like he was getting swallowed up in a sea of drunk, horny young adults

which, technically, he was

you were none the wiser to the boy’s fears as you started dancing

to hueningkai’s absolute horror, you were actually doing the camp rock stomp dance from the second movie

part of him wanted to ask you to drop a tutorial

the better part of him made him want to crawl in a hole and die

for the both of your sakes’, he blamed your behavior on the alcohol and spared you more embarrassment by turning away from you and looking for help

and his saving grace came in the form of his lord and savior, kang taehyun

mans was a lil busy with a few of the drunk and horny young adults himself

but what kai wants, kai gets!!

so when he called for his friend, taehyun came without a complaint

he also miraculously had a glass of water in hand, just in case kai got thirsty

“what’s wrong? do you need to go home?” taehyun worried, shoving the glass into his friend’s hand

kai was grateful for his friend

thank god he wasn’t too drunk to be helpful!!

kai merely shook his head at his friend’s questions, and started to drag him back to you

“there’s a girl who got roofied, and she’s doing the camp rock stomp dance—we have to help her!”

but when kai got to you, he found a mess

that mess being you and soobin squealing around while yeonjun was running away from another guy who looked drunk out of his mind and pissed as hell

how yeonjun and soobin got there? and who this other guy was?? and HOW the three of you managed to piss him off???

kai and taehyun had no clue

but they could tell things did not look good for yall

soobin was currently hiding behind a disoriented you, using your inebriated self as a shield

meanwhile yeonjun was narrowly avoiding haphazard punches thrown at him, practically dancing away from them

“what do i do?! what do i do?!?!” yeonjun screamed

“DRAG HIS ASS!” taehyun yelled, right before socking a random guy in front of him

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” kai screamed, leaping away from the new, unprovoked beatdowns taehyun was causing

“fighting my demons!”

maybe taehyun was a little too drunk to be helpful :/

kai scrambled towards you and soobin, who had backed away from the initial fighting pair

“what the hell happened? i wasn’t even gone for two minutes!!”

“i found y/n right after you left, who had saved yeonjun from the mosh pit—”

“—mans was getting his shit blended in there—”

“we were about to come find you, when y/n grabbed some random guy’s ass—”

“—to be fair, i thought he was kai—”

“and when the guy turned around to fight her, she blamed it on yeonjun!!”

“well, duh! i’m just a lil girl!!”

kai blanched at you, while you pouted up at him

you were all like 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

you had such a sweet look on your face tbh, that kai and soobin almost cracked

before you turned around barfed into a potted plant

things literally could not get worse

“WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAAAR!!”

it took the three of you a second to realize where that yelling had been coming from

but you finally found the source when you looked on stage and found beomgyu filming the fights going on

“fuck me, he’s here too?!” soobin whined

and while beomgyu had gotten your guys’ attention, he had also gotten a few others’ as well

“hey, you got your friend filming me? i’m here on scholarship!”

the big guy yelled, grabbing yeonjun to hold him still as he went to punch him again

“oh fuck,” yeonjun muttered

beomgyu fumbled around with his phone and guitar, going to brandish the instrument in one hand like a weapon to help out his friend

but luckily didn’t have to when a pot smashed against the attacker’s head, knocking him out cold

the partygoers watched as the big guy dropped to the floor, right in front of yeonjun

yeonjun looked in disbelief from his side of the fallen body

over to you on the other side, your hand still raised in the air from its defensive attack

“holy shit!” beomgyu gasped

“holy shit!” you gasped back

the party was silent for a second

before everyone erupted in cheers!! :D

and everyone stood up and clapped

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”

people around you were jumping around and back to partying again

meanwhile the rest of the group came back to you

“are you guys okay??” kai asked

“i think i just shit my pants,” yeonjun breathed, clutching onto his chest

he looked as white as a ghost, but he didn’t get any injuries

luckily, the guy was too drunk to properly do any damage to yeonjun

but he was still afraid at the possibility!!

you merely nodded at kai in acknowledgment, before leaning tiredly on the person nearest to you

which happened to be taehyun, as he kept you upright with his non-bloodied hand

and then there was beomgyu, who ran over to yall with his phone in the air

“oh my god, i got the whole thing on video!!”

“did i look cool?”

you asked him tiredly from your position

“kind of, you’ve got a bit of barf on your chin, but i could probably photoshop it out later!”

“let’s gooo!! :D”

the two of you fist bumped, before yeonjun turned to you

“thanks for knocking that guy out, y/n, you saved me”

“but she was the one who got you in that mess—”

“of course, yeonjun! what are friends for?!”

you unknowingly interrupted soobin, causing everyone in the group to clap at your selfless words

"come on, let's all get out of here and get some ramyeon--on me!" yeonjun pulled out his daddy's credit card

causing the rest of the group to cheer

soobin’s eye twitched at yall SO HARD

“are you fucking with me rn?? SHE’S the reason this all happened—?!”

but soobin was drowned out by your guys' cheers as you all headed for the door

"come on soobin, before that guy wakes up and tries to go for round two!"

kai shouted, dragging soobin along and stepping over the guy that was still passed out

"oh, what the hell," soobin gave in, internally praying for the strength to tolerate you and beomgyu for the rest of the night

"woah wait a sec," beomgyu said deliriously, looking at soobin like he just realized he was there

"soobie boobie? when the fuck did you get here?"

soobin, on cue, gave the heaviest eye roll known to man

"i've BEEN here, motherfucker!"

…..

…and the rest was history!!😅

after that, yall just kind of gravitated to each other until suddenly

your snapchat streaks were too high

you’d gone grocery shopping for each other’s favorite snacks

and your moms all knew abt each other and would constantly ask abt you

yall were in too deep and decided to just kind of stick together after that :)

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The Entertainer II - Track 12 - Nice Nights & New Friends

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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“Hearts of fire creates love desire Take you higher and higher to the world you belong…”

Harry’s hand gripped my thigh when I tried to slip out of bed. I groaned against him, prying his hand from my leg only to have him pull me back again.

“Stay,” he whispered sternly.

“Baby, I have to go,” I argued.

“Not yet.” Pulling me closer, Harry cooed. “You feel good. You smell good.”

Harry had been in the studio the last three days. Tonight, he’d finally called me, demanding I come over. I’d indulged, knowing damn well I couldn’t resist him. I had to admit I loved that he missed me as much as I missed him.

He kissed me softly, then nuzzled his head against my neck. I chuckled as he began to hum along to the low music, his fingers playing the melody against my thigh.

“You know I have to go eventually,” I persisted. “I have work in the morning.”

“That’s bullshit,” Harry groaned.

“No, it’s not, I have to go. I’m not off til Friday.”

“No, I mean it’s bullshit that you have work this week. They should just let you be on holiday from Christmas to New Year’s.”

I laughed, combing my fingers through his curls. “That would be nice, but it’s not the way the world works.”

“Should be.”

Propping himself up on his elbow, Harry looked at me. With a gentle smile, he lifted his other hand from my leg and brushed my hair from my face.

“Thanks for coming over.”

“As if I’d say no,” I quipped.

Finally free of his grip, I rose from the bed in search of my clothes.

“Come over tomorrow, too.”

Slipping into my jeans, I looked at him. He was such a sight with his heavy eyelids, swollen lips and bare chest.

“Same time?” It had been nearly eleven when Harry had called me.

“Shit…I dunno,” Harry sighed, scratching his stubbled jaw. “Play it by ear?”

Shaking my head with a smirk, I leaned over and kissed him.

“Fine. But I’m not coming if it’s after midnight. I need sleep.”

“Fair enough.”

“We’re still on for Thursday though, right?” I asked.

“Of course,” Harry stretched with a yawn. Then he sat up, his long hair falling over his eyes. “I have to ring in the new year with my girl.”

I blushed, excitement surging through me every time he called me that. With a grin, I gazed around the room for my purse, remembering I’d left it on the kitchen counter where Harry had quickly begun devouring my lips before taking me upstairs.

“I’ll see myself out,” I said, reaching the doorway. “You get some sleep.”

“C’mere,” Harry pouted.

“Harry, I have to go,” I giggled.

Holding his hand out to me, he wiggled his fingers. “Just one last kiss.”

Walking to the bed, I obliged as he took my face in his hands.

“You say that like I won’t see you again for a while,” I noted.

“Sorry, babe. It’s just…this record is kicking my ass. But I wanna be with you, too.”

“I know,” my expression softened. Then I kissed him tenderly. “Get some good rest. Call me tomorrow.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

I wasn’t surprised that Harry didn’t call me to come over the next evening. And as much as I loved him and wanted to be with him, I was glad to get a good night’s sleep. I’d been exhausted all day, and even Donna had noticed.

“Must have been some night,” she teased me as I poured myself my third cup of coffee of the day.

Unable to find the energy to even explain, I simply gave a weak smile and a shrug.

Wednesday evening, however, after stopping off for groceries on the way home, my answering machine was blinking.

“Hi babe, it’s me. Sorry I didn’t call last night. Didn’t get home until after one, so I reckoned you were asleep. But um…call me when you get this message.”

Grabbing the phone from the wall, I quickly dialed his number. It only rang once.

“I’m so glad I got you that machine,” he quipped.

I laughed. “What are you doing home? I figured you’d be in the studio all day.”

“I was earlier, but I took a break.”

“Oh.”

“And I wanna ask you something.”

“Oh.”

“Come with me. To the studio.”

“That’s not a question,” I joked.

“Okay…a request.”

“Really?” I asked, my heart rate speeding up.

“Yes, really,” Harry chuckled.

“Are you sure you want me there?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Sky?”

I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me. “I just thought…I might be a distraction.”

“Well, can’t argue with you there. You’re always a distraction for me, babe.”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Harry asked with a smile in his voice. “I want you to come see where we’re recording. Check out what we’re working on.”

“That’s…kind of a serious move, isn’t it?”

“Whattya mean by that?”

Sucking in my lips, I quickly regretted my comment. “Nothing.”

“Look, if you don’t want to…”

“No, I…I’d love to, Harry.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.”

After putting away my groceries, I quickly stripped out of my work clothes and put on a pair of jeans and a Blondie t-shirt. Touching up my makeup and hair, and spritzing some perfume on my neck, I had just stepped into my shoes when a knock sounded on the door.

“You didn’t have to do all that for me,” he declared as soon as I let him in.

“Do all what?”

“This…” he grinned, tugging at my hair with one hand and sliding the other around my waist.

“I did nothing,” I scoffed. “It’s called making yourself presentable.”

“Damn, you smell good,” Harry murmured, ignoring my comment as his face found my neck like a magnet.

“Okay, that might’ve been for you,” I giggled while he nibbled on my flesh.

“It’s nice.”

“Don’t you wanna get going?” I asked.

“Yes…fuck…” His lips dragged across my jaw and chin until they met my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.”

His gaze met mine and I felt my entire body melt. I loved the way he looked at me. It reminded me of that night at the Holiday Inn in Chula Vista, when he’d taken a photo of me in the mirror without my knowledge. I still had that photo in a box in the bottom of my drawer.

“Let’s go,” he breathed, grabbing my hand.

Locking the door behind me, I followed Harry to his car. He placed his hand on my thigh as soon as we climbed in, and he didn’t remove it until he stopped the car in a small parking lot.

“Here we are,” he announced, turning off the engine. “I should probably warn you before we go in…my bandmates are cool, but they’re also…well, they’re guys.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Harry, you forget. I hung around you and your old band. I definitely remember Lee and Duncan. And the no girls rule.”

Harry chuckled loudly. “Yeah. That was hell, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I got to be with you anyway.”

Beaming at me, Harry leaned over and grabbed my chin. “You’re the best.” Giving me a quick kiss, he opened the car door.

“Oh, just one more thing…” Harry added as we climbed out.

“Yeah?”

“Bret will likely make a pass at you.”

“Why do you think that?” I asked with furrowed brows.

“Because you’re beautiful, and you’re here.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Doesn’t matter that I’m with you?”

“Not in the least,” Harry shook his head.

I was about to ask why his own bandmate could be so inconsiderate when we reached the entrance and the door burst open.

“Oh, hey man, you’re back!” exclaimed Harry’s new drummer. “Ooh, and you brought this gorgeous lady with you.”

“Sky, you remember Bret.”

“Yes, hi,” I smiled, immediately noticing the way Bret’s eyes roamed down my body.

“Nice to see you again, beautiful,” Bret winked before addressing Harry. “I’m just on my way to grab a six pack. You want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks,” said Harry.

“Okay, cool, see ya in a bit,” Bret waved. Walking past me, he stopped and turned around. “Oh hey, Azoff called and said he’d be by later.”

“What for?” asked Harry.

“Beats me,” Bret shrugged before jogging to his car.

As he held the door open for me, I could feel the tension release from Harry’s body.

“That wasn’t so bad,” I remarked.

“Wasn’t so great, either,” Harry voiced. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

“He’s your bandmate, Harry. What are you gonna do, kick him out?”

“I dunno.”

Stopping in the hallway, I turned and looked at him. “I have been hit on before, you know.”

Harry chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “I’d be a fool to think otherwise.”

“So…let it go. You said yourself, he’s harmless.”

“Yeah…you’re right.”

With his hand on my back, Harry guided me down the hall and around the corner to what looked like a small waiting room, with a leather couch and coffee table, and a couple of plastic chairs stacked up in the corner. It wasn’t until I took a seat that I noticed the window in front of me, two men sitting behind it with headphones. When they saw Harry, one cocked his jaw and the other waved.

“C’mon, I’ll introduce you,” offered Harry, holding out his hand to me.

I walked with him around to a side door where the two men removed their headphones.

“Hey, just wanted you to meet Sky,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Sky, this is Kenny and Jim. The producer and engineer.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I nodded cordially.

The two men both extended their hands and I shook them. They seemed nice.

“I told her it’d be alright if she stayed and listened for a bit,” Harry explained.

“Of course,” grinned Kenny. “Seeing as she’s the inspiration for most of it.”

“I’m what?” I glared at Harry who chuckled sheepishly.

“Well, you already know about ‘Drunk On Her’,” he said.

“Yeah…” I agreed.

I felt Harry’s hand rub my back. “...and we’ll just leave it at that for now.”

The door to the waiting room opened then and a familiar tall figure sauntered in, followed by another.

“Ah, she has arrived!” announced Mitch.

I greeted him with a smile and a hug, then shook hands with the bass player who had walked in behind him.

“Hi, Danny, nice to see you again,” I smiled.

“Wow, you remember my name!” he said, surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I tilted my head.

“Sky remembers everything,” I heard Harry say behind me just before he slid his hand around my waist.

“So do you,” I gazed up at him.

“Just one of the many things we have in common,” he murmured, his nose grazing mine.

“For fuck’s sake…” I heard Mitch groan as he walked around us.

Harry and I paid no mind. We knew he meant nothing by it but to rib us. I saw Danny chuckle just as the door opened again, another familiar face entering.

“Mr. Irving!” I exclaimed.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Mr. Azoff greeted me with a shake of his head. “I’m never going to lose the Mister, am I?”

“Sorry…” I covered my face with my hand, embarrassed.

“It’s alright,” he patted me on the shoulder before addressing the guys. “Is everyone here?”

“Bret stepped out, but he should be back soon,” replied Harry. “He told us you were coming.”

“Yes, well…” Mr. Irving cleared his throat. “I have some big news, but I’ll wait til he gets back.”

“What’s going on?” asked Mitch, taking a seat at the end of the sofa.

“Oh, nothing bad, don’t worry,” assured Irving. “Just something that has come up. Today.”

I heard the door open again as Harry stared at me, both of us wondering what had just come up.

“Hey, Azoff, you’re here!” said Bret, a six pack in each hand.

“Yes, and so are you. I have some news.”

Quickly taking the seat next to Mitch, Bret dropped his beer on the floor between his feet, grabbing one and opening it.

“So what’s this big news?” asked Harry.

“Well…” Irving hesitated, “I know it’s last minute, but I have a gig for you. Tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night? That’s New Year’s Eve!”

Harry eyed me while the other band members complained.

“Alright, alright, guys!” Irving yelled over the raucous. “Hear me out!”

Silence took over the room as we stared at Mr. Azoff, his hands in front of him.

“It’s a double headliner with Stargazer. At the Troubadour.”

“I thought Stargazer was already playing there,” argued Harry.

“They were. But the manager of the club contacted me directly and specifically asked for the Harry Styles band to join them on a double bill. It’s a huge opportunity, guys. Those that saw Wildfire on tour will be excited to see the two bands again.”

“Except we’re not Wildfire,” declared Harry.

“Yeah, but I get Irving’s point, Harry,” said Mitch. “Two of the hottest bands in one night. And even better that we’re not Wildfire anymore. Those that liked us before get to hear our new stuff.”

“Precisely,” agreed Irving.

“I’m all for it,” announced Bret, taking another sip of beer.

“Me too,” said Danny. “Sounds good to me.”

The band looked at Harry who looked back at me. I merely shrugged. I didn’t think I had any say in it, although it would change our New Year’s plans.

“Alright,” Harry shrugged with a sigh. “I guess we’re playing the Troubadour tomorrow.”

I was falling in love all over again. I enjoyed watching Harry through the glass, working on his new music. Even with all the starts and stops, I could see and feel the passion he had for it, and it was such a turn-on.

Plus their songs were good. No, not good…great. At that point, I couldn’t say whether I liked them better than Wildfire’s songs. They were still fresh to my ears. But I really enjoyed what I was hearing, and I could tell Harry’s new band was going to be a smash.

After several cuts of “Drunk on Her”, followed by another rocker called “Ignition,” the rest of the band took a break while Harry stayed in the recording booth. He chatted back and forth with Kenny and Jim in the control booth, asking for this, and deciding on that. Then as he adjusted his headphones, I began to hear the most beautiful piano intro being played through the speakers.

I knew right away it was going to be a ballad, and I knew I would probably get emotional. But as I watched Harry sing his heart out into the microphone, taking in not only the lyrics, but the message he was conveying, I found myself crying. Sitting there in that little waiting room on the sofa, I watched him sing to me. Just me.

During the final chorus, we made eye contact again and I heard his voice crack just a touch. He didn’t lose pitch or stop to clear his throat; he just kept singing. It was the most romantic moment I’d ever experienced.

When the music faded, Kenny pressed his button to talk. “Damn, Styles.”

This time Harry cleared his throat. “Let me do that last chorus again.”

“Are you kidding, man? That was the best take we’ve gotten! That was flawless.”

“I nearly lost it there at the end though,” Harry chuckled as he rubbed his eyes, trying to cover up his emotions.

“That’s what makes it so raw,” Kenny added. “Seriously, man. That’s a take.”

With a smirk, Harry removed his headphones. As he stood up from his stool, he looked at me and mouthed I love you.

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

The other boys filed back in as I got my bearings. When Harry walked into the waiting room, I grabbed my purse and asked him where the bathroom was.

“Just out the door to your left,” he replied. Then he took my hand. “Sorry this is taking so long. I’d meant to take you to dinner.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “We can grab a burger or something later.”

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, I left to find the restroom. On my way, I came across a vending machine. As if my stomach could sense its presence, I felt it growl. I figured I should probably grab something on my way back.

“Hey, gorgeous,” a voice called as soon as I left the bathroom.

“Oh, hey, Bret,” I grinned, seeing him leaning against the wall next to the vending machine, a beer in his hand. “I thought you guys were rehearsing.”

“They’re all working on some guitar parts. I’m not needed right now.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

Stopping at the vending machine, I dug into my purse for some change.

“You shouldn’t have to pay for that,” Bret commented.

Gazing up at him, I noticed the sly look on his face.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I have money.”

Dropping the coins into the slot, I selected the button for potato chips.

“I have something that will go great with that,” said Bret.

“I bet you do,” I muttered, as I bent down to retrieve my snack.

“I meant beer,” Bret chuckled.

“Oh.”

“Lemme go grab you one,” Bret pointed back with his thumb, “and we can go sit outside. It’s nice out tonight.”

“I don’t-”

“C’mon. I’ll just be a second.”

Not wanting to be rude, I stood in my spot and waited for his return. And just as promised, he was back in a second with another beer for me.

“Let’s go out here,” he gestured to the exit. “There’s a bench.”

Handing me the beer, Bret held the door open for me. The cool evening breeze felt great, actually warmer than the cold air conditioning in the studio.

Finding the bench, I took a seat at the far end. Bret quickly sat next to me, leaning back with his arm across the back of the bench. It made me a little uneasy, so I scooted away a bit and set my beer on the ground next to my feet. Then I opened my bag of potato chips as if it was the most important and deliberate thing in the world.

“Styles doesn’t feed ya?” Bret sneered.

“He’s taking me out later,” I eyed him. “When he’d picked me up, I’d just come home from work, so I didn’t have time to eat yet.”

Bret rolled his eyes. I didn’t know why I felt the need to explain things to him. It was none of his business.

“I guess with a pretty girl like you, food is the last thing on his mind.”

Swallowing hard, I glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bret laughed, a laugh that under any other circumstances I might’ve found attractive, sexy even. But again, he made me uneasy.

“I don’t mean nothin’ by it, darlin’. But…well, look at you.”

“I think I’m gonna go back inside,” I remarked, rising from the bench.

“Aw c’mon, I’m sorry,” Bret grabbed my arm to stop me. “It’s my fault. I tend to say the wrong things sometimes. Things come out of my mouth before I think.”

“Apparently,” I scowled.

“Please, forgive me, Sky. I’d really like us to be friends.”

Bret’s blue eyes softened, and his expression seemed sincere. With a sigh, I sat back down.

“Don’t forget your beer,” Bret added.

Reaching down, I grabbed the can next to my feet. Popping the top, I took a swig and set it back down. I heard Bret laugh again and I looked at him.

“You don’t drink?” he asked.

“I do.”

“That was a wussy sip.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not looking to get drunk right now.”

“Oh, I see.” Bret’s gaze wandered down my chest.

“Do you only drink to get drunk?” I asked him.

“Pretty much,” Bret chuckled. “Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“So both of those six packs were just for you?”

Bret shrugged. “Or anyone else who wanted one. Like you.”

“Oh.”

My bench partner was finally quiet for a bit while I finished my chips. I gazed up at the night sky, agreeing that it was a nice night. Perhaps I wasn’t being fair to Bret. He was Harry’s drummer after all, and I did want to be friends. I didn’t want any animosity or friction like I’d had with Lee and Duncan.

“So, are you from L.A.?” I inquired, making small talk.

“Tulsa,” Bret grinned.

“Right on. How long have you lived here?”

“Came out here as soon as I turned eighteen. There’s not much happening in Oklahoma. What about you?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life.”

This time, when I reached for my beer again, I took a longer, bigger gulp.

“That’s more like it,” Bret smirked.

“It is a pretty good beer,” I smiled. “And nice weather.”

“See, told ya.”

As I sat back, looking up at the stars, Bret lifted his beer. “To nice nights.”

I grinned again, tapping my can against his. “And new friends.”

Bret beamed at me as I took another swig. Then I felt him scoot closer, his arm practically behind me on the bench. There was no way to scoot any further left, or I’d have been on the ground.

“And beautiful women,” he murmured in my ear.

Sitting frozen, I felt Bret’s breath on me, smelling of beer. He pushed a strand of hair from my neck and moved closer, but I dared not move.

“I definitely see what Styles sees in you,” he said. “You are one gorgeous babe. I just can’t believe my horrible luck that he found you first.”

I swallowed hard, my hand holding my beer can so tightly I thought I might crush it.

“I think you should get away from me now,” I remarked with a tight jaw as I stared straight ahead.

“Why? I thought we were friends, Sky.”

Bret’s hand touched the back of my neck and I jolted up.

“Fine, then I’ll just get away from you.”

Storming up to the entrance, I swung the door open so hard, I heard it make a noise. Once I was in the waiting room, I set the beer can on the coffee table and crossed my arms. I caught a glimpse of Harry out of the corner of my eye and he gestured at me.

“Hey,” he said, peeking his head out of the glass door. “Do you know where Bret went?”

“He’s outside,” I muttered softly.

“Can you go tell him we’re ready for him please? Just one more run through and then we’re done for the night.”

“Okay…” I said hesitantly.

Making my way back down the hall, I caught Bret just as he was re-entering the building.

“They need you now.”

With a curt nod, Bret walked past me and into the recording room. I stayed in the hallway for a few seconds until I knew he was inside and most likely behind the drums.

I listened to the band run through another song, but I couldn’t even remember what it was. My brain was foggy, and my body ached.

By the time the band was finished, and everyone had said their goodbyes, it was after ten. I eagerly took Harry’s awaiting hand and walked with him to his car, avoiding all eye contact with his drummer.

“Babe, I’m really sorry about tomorrow,” Harry apologized as we sat in the car eating our cheeseburgers.

“It’s okay.”

“I feel like I keep wrecking our plans.”

“Harry. I said it’s okay. You’ve got a gig. And a big one, at that. That’s way more important than some fancy dinner.”

Leaning across the front seat, Harry took my chin in his hand.

“Can I try to make it up to you?” he asked, his green eyes dancing.

“How?”

“I dunno. Whatever it takes. But I have a few ideas.”

It didn’t matter what he did, Harry Styles was always able to make me feel weak in the knees. I bit my lip and nodded.

He took me home to his bed where he found more ways to make me weak. And although it was right on the tip of my tongue all night, I never ended up telling him about Bret.

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king of my heart - pt 13 (final)

and all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for king of my heart, body and soul and all at once, you're all i want, i’ll never let you go

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: it’s a year later, and ben has a special surprise in store for your birthday <3 warnings: just some suggestive content! word count: 3.3k

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a/n: we’ve reached the end! (how fitting that it’s chapter 13 if i have any taylor fans here!) i’ve loved writing this story so much and am so appreciative of all your lovely feedback. as some of you have asked, i definitely plan to write more ben fics and have some in the works already! but my inbox is always open so feel free to shoot me a request if you have something in mind and i’ll see what i can do :)

one year later...

The next year of your life, thankfully, is significantly less hectic and stressful than the one before it.

The Euros come to a close, and although the boys lose by one missed penalty kick yet again, there is a lot to be proud of. You know how frustrating it is for Ben to be so close to victory and watch it slip away, but you try to remind him that he went from being unable to walk to helping his country advance to a European final within months. It was an incredible feat, and you won’t let him forget that.

He’s back in the swing of the pre-season with Chelsea shortly after. As the season begins, you resume your routine of going to see him play at the Bridge, often with Charlotte or your brother Max tagging along.

You still worry like crazy whenever you see him lunge for the ball or watch him get fouled, but those fears do subside over time. He has an amazing season, often proving himself to be one of the best players on the pitch, and eventually the injury that plagued him for so many months feels like a distant memory.

You have your own triumphs at work, too - by spring, you’ve secured a major promotion with a significant raise. Ben rents out an entire rooftop bar to celebrate you, inviting your family and all of your friends. It’s completely over-the-top, but you love him for it.

There are challenges, too, of course.

Charlotte gets offered a fancy new job in New York that is too good an opportunity to pass up. You know she has to go, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less when the day comes that she has to pack up and move across the world.

She’s been your best friend as long as you can remember, and you’ve never lived apart from her. You can visit each other and FaceTime every day, but it won’t be the same.

She and Mason decide to call it quits rather than try long distance, and although it’s an amicable breakup, it’s hard to watch your little group fall apart.

“It will be okay,” Ben murmurs in your ear, hugging you close after you’ve just dropped Charlotte off at the airport. “I know you’ll miss her, but you guys will always be best friends.”

“I know,” you mumble against his chest, letting his warmth and the gentle motion of his hands rubbing your back soothe you as you fight back tears. “It just sucks right now.”

Ben nods and kisses your forehead, pulling back to cup your face.

“I know I can’t replace Charlotte, but we can go home right now and drink rosé and watch Sex and the City if it will make you feel better,” Ben offers.

You can’t help but smile at that - Ben always poked fun at you and Charlotte’s Thursday night routine, and it’s not exactly his cup of tea, but he would do anything to cheer you up right now.

“Thank you, babe.”

Another Premier League season comes to an end, and you and Ben are stronger than ever.

You’ve settled nicely into a domestic routine since you officially moved in over a year ago now. You decorate the house and start hosting dinner parties for your friends. It’s hard to imagine the certified bachelor Ben was when you met him being so into helping you make dinner or arranging flowers for the table, but you can tell how much he loves it (even if he’ll insist you did all the work when your guests arrive).

You‘ve grown particularly close with each other’s families, too. Ben’s sister Alex will come visit on weekends and you’ll take her shopping before going to one of Ben’s games or a concert or whatever else might be going on that weekend. Max comes up for a week to tour universities, and Ben goes with him to check out the campuses while you’re at work.

In early June, you face another milestone - your 25th birthday.

It’s a bittersweet day for you. On one hand, you’re thrilled that Ben is home and able to celebrate with you for the first time in your relationship. Football kept him away for the past 2 years, international training and then the Euros occupying him. You know he felt terrible about it, although you assured him a million times it wasn’t his fault, and he seems quite excited to be able to make it up to you this year.

On a much sadder note, you and your dad had made plans to go to Paris for your 25th birthday back when you were a little girl obsessed with the Madeline books. You didn’t have a ton of money growing up, but he had promised you that he would make it work, and it was incredibly painful for both of you when he got sick and you knew you would never make it to Paris together.

Although there’s a bit of a pang in your chest when you wake up the morning of your birthday, it does fade when you smell coffee and freshly baked pastries.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of your shirtless boyfriend holding a breakfast tray, a wide smile on his face.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Ben says, placing the tray next to you before leaning over to kiss you gently. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile, making room for him to sit next to you and admiring the array of pastries and fresh fruits he’s laid out for you. “This looks amazing, Ben.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe,” Ben grins, pecking your cheek. “I have two years of birthdays to make up for, remember?”

You laugh and roll your eyes affectionately as you take a big bite.

“In that case, what have you got planned for me?” you ask inquisitively with a mouthful of croissant, making Ben chuckle.

He reaches into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small rectangular jewelry box that looks about the right size for a bracelet.

“Oh, you’re on fire this morning, Chilly,” you joke as you accept the box from him.

“Just open it,” he encourages you, suddenly looking a bit nervous.

With a raised eyebrow, you open the box, which does not contain a bracelet, but rather a miniature figure of the Eiffel Tower.

Your heart clenches in your chest. You had told Ben about your plan with your dad a couple years ago, when you first started dating, but you never expected him to remember.

“Ben…” you begin to say, your eyes welling with tears.

“We don’t have to go, it’s completely up to you,” Ben says quickly, placing his hand on your arm. “I know it was your plan with your dad, so if it’s too much, I completely understand. We can go anywhere else in the world, or we can stay here. Whatever you want.”

You shake your head, grabbing his hand and looking up at him as you wipe your tears with your other hand.

“No, babe, it’s perfect,” you say, voice thick with emotion. “I just can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course I did,” Ben says softly, running a hand through your hair. “I know it won’t be the same, but you deserve the birthday you always dreamt of.”

Tears are fully streaming down your face now, but they’re not tears of sadness. They’re tears of joy that you found a man you know your dad would’ve loved, a man who consistently blows you away with how much you love him.

“You’re amazing,” you breathe, pulling him into a tight hug and burying your face in his neck as he continues to stroke your hair. “I love you so much, Ben, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “Any more special requests before we leave? The flight’s in three hours, but it’s private, so we have some time.”

You’ll chastise him for spending so much money on you later, but for now you just pull back and nod with a smile on your face.

“Well, I obviously have to pack,” you say, “but first, I had another birthday present in mind. One I think you’ll be happy to give.”

Ben grins, making quick work of discarding your breakfast tray and even faster work of discarding your sweatpants.

It’s a very good birthday present.

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Your first night in Paris is a dream.

You go straight from the jet to the room Ben booked for you at the Four Seasons, with your own private terrace looking out at the Eiffel Tower. There’s a bottle of champagne and most beautiful bouquet of white roses you’ve ever seen waiting for you upon arrival.

You quickly freshen up and get ready to go for dinner, putting on the red dress that’s been sitting in your closet for months, waiting for an occasion like this.

“You look incredible,” Ben breathes, staring at you in awe as he walks out of the bathroom and sees you putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

You stand up and turn to check him out as well. Ben always dresses fairly fashionably, and you love him in baggy shorts and a t-shirt just as much as anything else, but the suit he’s brought for your fancy dinner tonight is making him look particularly irresistible.

“Damn, you’re not so bad yourself,” you tease, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him languidly as his hands find your waist and tug you closer. You don’t know if it’s the Parisian air or the glass of champagne you just downed, but you feel incredibly intoxicated by your charming boyfriend right now. Some combination of his warm hands on your waist, the scent of his aftershave and the way he looks totally irresistible right now is making it a challenge not to tear that suit right off of him.

However, you know he went out of his way to get you a reservation at one of the best restaurants in Paris, so you restrain yourself. That can wait until after dinner.

“Let me take a few pics of you before we go,” Ben mumbles, his low voice near your ear spurring you on even more.

You oblige, posing on your balcony in front of the incredible views and then taking a few photos with the beautiful bouquet of flowers he got you.

“So beautiful,” Ben murmurs under his breath as he snaps your picture about a dozen times more than necessary.

“Enough with the paparazzi, let’s go,” you joke, grabbing him by the hand and leading him toward the door.

The car is already waiting for you downstairs to take you to dinner, and Ben’s hand immediately finds your thigh as you get settled in the back of the black SUV.

“Hey, babe,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours and looking at him. “Thank you so much for this. It’s seriously the best birthday of my life. Not just because we’re in Paris and you’re spoiling me like crazy, but because I get to spend it with you.”

Ben’s eyes are flooded with emotion, and it’s clear that your words struck a chord with him. He looks like he might cry when he grabs your hand tightly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, darling,” he says softly, a twinkle in his eye. “We’re just getting started, though. I have more surprises in store this weekend, believe it or not.”

You have no idea how he could top all of this, but you also know he loves a challenge.

“Is that so?” you say with a quirked eyebrow, shifting closer to him so you can kiss him.

Ben grins, his hand sliding around your waist, and deepens the kiss as you zoom past all the city lights.

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The next two days are a haze of romance, sex, laughter, and pure, unadulterated joy.

After your birthday dinner, which was the most incredible meal you’ve ever had, you went straight back to your hotel and didn’t leave until afternoon the next day, tangled in the sheets with Ben for hours on end.

Afterward, you spend your time taking long walks around Montmartre, drinking amazing wine, and soaking up the atmosphere of the city. You recognize so many places from you and your dad’s many internet browsing sessions, and Ben goes to great lengths to ensure you get to do everything on your list.

He asks you while you’re having lunch at Cafe de Flore on your last full day if it’s hard to be here without your dad, and while it’s certainly bittersweet, you don’t feel sadness.

You still miss your dad, of course, but your relationship with Ben over the past two and a half years has helped you process your grief in much healthier ways. You feel lighter now than you have since he first got sick all those years ago.

Your last evening before returning to London tomorrow so Ben can head out to the England training camp comes around far too quickly for your liking.

As yet another surprise in a long string of them since you woke up the morning of your birthday, Ben books you a private boat tour on the Seine so you can take in the city from a new perspective.

As you’re standing at the front of the boat, looking out at the magnificent architecture and the sunset over the skyline, you truly couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Then Ben’s arms wrap around you from behind, and you realize you were wrong - this is true peace.

You lean back into him, grabbing one of his hands that’s resting on your stomach.

“It’s so beautiful,” you say, “I never want to leave.”

“I know,” Ben sighs. “I wish we didn’t have to go home tomorrow.”

“Me too, especially because it means you’re leaving me again,” you pout, turning slightly in his arms to press a kiss to his jaw.

Although you’re certainly used to Ben being away, whether it’s for a training camp or a game out of the country, it doesn’t really get an easier. You have a hard time sleeping when he isn’t home, and your anxiety that something will happen to him during the game only triples when you can’t be there in person, probably as a result of your not being there when he tore his ACL in Brighton.

It’s a small price to pay for a life with him, but you still complain about it.

“You know I would stay home with you all the time if I could,” Ben murmurs against your cheek. “Although you would probably get sick of me.”

“Not possible,” you sigh in response, unable to conjure a witty joke about how you like having the house to yourself right now.

Standing here in the most romantic place on earth, wrapped in his embrace, you’ve never been more in love with him.

“I’m gonna get us some more champagne, you want some?” Ben asks you after a moment, and you notice he’s gone a bit tense before he lets you go.

“Sure, babe,” you reply, watching him walk across the boat before you turn back to continue admiring the sunset.

As the lights on the Eiffel Tower begin to twinkle, signifying the start of the hour, you can’t help but swoon in delight. You’re certain life can’t get any better than this.

And then you turn back to see if Ben is on his way with the champagne, and you’re immediately proven wrong.

Your boyfriend is there before you on one knee, holding an open box with a sparkly ring inside, staring up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, nearly losing your balance as your hand covers your mouth. “Ben…”

“Y/N Y/L/N, I love you more than anything in the world,” Ben begins, making your heart beat faster. “You changed my life in so many ways. Before we met, all I cared about was football. And then I stumbled upon the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my mate’s backyard at a party I didn’t even want to go to, and my world turned upside down.”

You feel tears begin to stream down your face as you remember that first night in Mason’s backyard, the instant connection that formed between you and Ben as you hid from the rest of the partygoers.

“I fell for you harder than I knew was possible. You made me feel so alive, you made me remember why I loved football in the first place. You’ve been there for me through every good day and every bad day, every win and loss. You got me through the hardest year of my life, giving me nothing but love and support even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Ben is crying at this point, too, his eyes full of tears as he continues to hold your gaze.

“I’ll never deserve you, Y/N, but I would love to spend the rest of my life trying. I want forever with you.”

You’re already nodding your head, unable to form words, before he can ask the question he’s building up to.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you manage to choke out between small sobs, nodding your head. “Yes, Ben, of course I’ll marry you!”

Ben’s eyes light up with joy, his obvious nerves dissipating. You don’t know why he was so nervous, as this is pretty much the easiest decision you’ve ever made. He jumps to his feet and strides toward you, and you immediately fling your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“I love you so much,” you sob into his shoulder, feeling him squeeze you even tighter.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Ben mumbles into your hair, rocking you back and forth in his embrace.

He eventually pulls back to slide the ring he picked out on your finger, and you glance down and admire it. It’s a beautiful diamond, but not overly extravagant, matching your taste perfectly.

“It’s beautiful, Ben.”

“Charlotte helped me pick it out,” he admits, still holding your hand in his.

“You told Charlotte you were going to propose?”

“Yeah, I believe her exact words were ‘about time’,” Ben chuckles. “I also told my mum and asked your mum and Max for their blessing, so I reckon it would’ve been fairly embarrassing if you’d have said no.”

“I’m sure they all knew I would say yes,” you smile, grabbing his face and planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips.

Ben kisses you back with the same intensity, gripping the material of your dress in his hands as he pecks at your lips, then your cheeks and neck.

“I love you so much,” Ben says again, tears still leaking from his eyes as he cups your face. “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive.”

You feel incredibly content and filled to the brim with excitement about what the future holds as you look up into the beautiful blue eyes that stole your heart in the first place.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Ben Chilwell.”

Ben leans in and kisses you once more - a kiss filled with a million promises.

“I can’t wait to marry you either, my love.”

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masonmount Congrats guys!!!! ❤️

charlottewright Finally!!! So happy for you both 🥹

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