#been forever since i sat myself to watch a movie by myself at home and it had me GLUED. DOES NOT HAPPEN EASILY

[cloudbends]

just watched monster (hirokazu kore-eda's newest) and ohhhhg my god. ohghhfggwfh

[skzimagines]

Hide & seek part 2.

It's been 2 weeks since the last time I've seen Minho. But still, to this day, my heart locks up every time I think about what happened that day.

We have texted back and forth, but nothing about what happened that night. He invited me over to have a movie night with him and the guys, along with their girlfriends tonight. To say my nerves were going haywire, was an understatement.

My phone goes off with a notification from him reading 'I'll be there in 10, don't take forever.' I roll my eyes at his "mean" humor before shoving my phone in my bag and heading downstairs to wait for him.

It's not long before he pulls into my driveway, putting his car into park. He honks the horn, causing me to jump. "Dammit, Minho!" I shout, as I open the car door. "I said hurry up!" He says with an evil smirk. "You know, you're not very romantic. You could have at least gotten out and opened the door for me." I state sarcastically, climbing into the front seat before shutting the door. "Oh no, don't tell me this is the end of us already." He jokes back. A blush forms on my cheeks.

We spend the next 10 minutes catching up on the last couple of weeks, before pulling up to his apartment. "We're home!" He says excitedly. He puts the car in park and we both unbuckle. "Stay here." He says. He gets out of the car, and I watch as he makes his way around to my door. He opens it and holds out his hand, to which I take with my own. I step out of the car and lean down to fix my shorts that have ridden up from sitting down. That is until he suddenly pushes me up against the car, pressing his body against mine, before leaning his mouth down to my ear. I immediately get a whiff of his cologne. He smells amazing, a mix of vanilla and after shave. "I've missed you." He whispers against my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine. Again, the same feelings come back from that night. I feel a twinge between my legs when he brings his hand to my cheek, rubbing his thumb over it before stuffing his hand in my hair. He gently pulls at it, causing me to look up at him. "Did you miss me?" He asks, not taking his eyes off of my lips. I can't think straight enough to form a coherent answer, so I just nod. He gives me a smile, before pulling away and grabbing my bag off of the floor of the front seat before shutting the door. "Ready?" He asks cheerfully, as if he didn't just make me absolutely crumble two seconds ago. I clear my throat, doing my best to pull myself together, before we head inside.

~

Once we're inside, he stands behind me and takes off my jacket. “Everyone’s already here.” He says quietly. “Oh great, so I’m the last awkward one.” I joke. “Well.. don’t be awkward then.” He states, hanging my jacket on the coat rack. “Jee.. thanks.” I chuckle. He wraps his arm around my shoulder before making our way into the living room.

“Y/N!” Changbin yells. “Welcome! There’s snacks, drinks, take anything you want!” He says excitedly. I chuckle at his amusement. Everyone says hello before Minho tells them we’re going to his room. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Changbin jokes as we walk away. “If that’s the case, then we need to come up with different things NOT to do.” Minho jokes back. Everyone laughs as Changbin sits in shock dramatically, holding his hand to his heart.

Minho and I enter his room as he shuts the door behind us. I have never been in his room before, so taking in how neatly organized everything is, how good it smells, seems odd. “You wanna change?” He asks. “You ask every girl you bring in here that question?” I say with a laugh. “No, cause you’re the only girl that’s been in here.” He states nonchalantly, plugging his phone in next to his bed. My heart races at the thought. “Oh.. yeah, sure.” I grab my bag from his bed where he sat it, grabbing out my sweat pants. “Shit..” I mumble. He looks over at me before asking “what’s wrong?” “I forgot a shirt.” I state, looking through my bag again, making sure I didn’t miss it. “You sure you didn’t do that on purpose?” He asks with a smirk. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I say, throwing him a sarcastic smile. He laughs.

He walks into his closet before coming out with one of his hoodies. “Here, wear this.” He says, handing it to me. I take it from him and set it on the bed with my sweatpants. “Okay…” I say. He stands there for a few seconds before I ask “well.. are you going to leave or?” “Why” he asks, looking honestly confused. “Uhh.. so I can change?” I say, but it comes out more as a question. “Are you shy?” He asks, causing a blush to form on my face for the third time since he’s picked me up. “No, I just..” I begin to say, but cut myself off, not knowing what to say. He steps closer to me, but stops before our bodies touch. He brings his hands to my hips, sliding them up my shirt before pulling it over my head. My hair falls down my back as he drops it on the floor. His eyes don’t leave mine, even with me standing in a bra in the middle of his room. “You’re so beautiful y/n… I hope you know that.” He whispers, stepping closer to me and resting his forehead on mine while closing his eyes. “Nothing compared to you.” I whisper back, not knowing where the burst of confidence came from. He smiles and bites his lip before opening his eyes and staring into mine. His deep brown orbs pull me into a trance, that I believe I won’t be able to pull out of. Before I know it, he’s moving closer, I feel his bottom lip touch mine… until someone knocks on his door. We both pull away. My nerves are completely shot at this point. “Yeah?” Minho shouts. “Are you guys done making love yet? We want to watch the movie!” Chan yells through the door. “Nope! Still have about 2 minutes left!” Minho yells back, jokingly. “Doubt it’ll be that long Minho.. come on!” Chan says with a laugh. The comment causing a laugh to leave my lips before I catch Minho’s disgruntled face. “Did he just make fun of me?” He asks. “I think he made fun of your ‘passionate love making skills’. I say through my laughs. Minho smirks before walking up to me once again and pushing me on to his bed before climbing on top of me. My laughing immediately stops and my heart begins to pound for air once again. “You think it’s funny?” He asks quietly. Again, not being able to form a sentence. This man is going to be the death of me. “Hmm?” He asks again. “N..no”. I say quietly. “Good, cause I don’t think you’d find my ‘passionate love making’ at all funny.” He says, before pushing his face into the crook of my neck, planting light kisses along it, up to my ear. His lips are so soft, heat rushes down my body and he continues to kiss, lick and suck on my neck. A tiny moan leaves my lips as he bites down gently into it. And in the flick of a dime, he stands up, leaving me lay on the bed in my own embarrassed, horny mess. He grabs the sweater from beside me. “Stand up…” he says sweetly. I stand like he asks and he slides the hoodie over my head and pulls my hair out of it. “Did you bring a hair tie?” He asks. “Yeah.. why?” I ask. “Grab it.” He states. I dig through my bag, once again and find a hair tie.

He takes it from my hand before spinning me around and pulling my hair into a ponytail and wrapping the hair tie around it until it’s secure. “There… so everyone can see you’re mine.” He whispers. Running his finger along my neck. Knowing what he meant, I quickly grab my phone and open my camera, panning it over where he was kissing it earlier. Only to reveal two, very noticeable hickeys. “Minho, what the hell?” I say dramatically. Causing him to laugh. “Get your sweatpants on, let’s go!” He says excitedly.

We make our way back out to the living room, where everyone’s sat with blankets and pillows. There’s a spot on the air mattress that they’ve blown up for more places to sit, that’s been left open for Minho and I. He holds my hand as I step onto the mattress and sit down, he sits beside me. He grabs a blanket and throws it over the top of us, before throwing his arm over my shoulder. “Let’s start the movie.” Han cheers from behind us, on the couch.

~

It's about an hour and a half into the movie and everyone has seemed to fall asleep. Even Minho seems like he's ready to pass out, considering his head keeps falling as he drifts off. His arm still hasn't left my shoulders, I can only imagine how numb it must be going by now. I gently grab his hand and move it from around me. He stirs a little and I take the opportunity to let him know I'm going to go home. "Min... I'm gonna head home, okay?" I say gently, trying not to wake anyone else. He lets out a hum. I take that as an okay and get up to head to his room to grab my things.

I grab my phone from my bag, clicking on the Uber app to call for a ride home. The phone rings loudly, even when not on speaker. "What are you doing?" Minho's voice booms behind me. causing me to jump and drop my phone. It hits the floor with a loud 'thud'. "My god Minho, you're going to give me a heart attack!" I say, holding my hand to my chest as my heart pounds. "Are you leaving?" He asks. I look at him confused. "I told you out there that I was going home, idiot." I say sarcastically. "I was asleep, idiot. How was I supposed to know?" He argues back jokingly. "Why are you leaving?" He asks. For a second, I think I hear his voice turn into a whine. "We didn't talk about... staying the night. I just figured..." I say, not knowing what else to say. He bends down to pick up my phone that fell under his bed and hangs up the call.

"You hungry?" He asks randomly. "uhh.., sure?" I say with a chuckle. "Come on." He grabs my hand and leads me through the living room, trying our best to not wake anyone up. We make our way into the kitchen and Minho lets go of my hand to get into the refrigerator. "You like strawberries?" He asks, looking over his shoulder. I give him a small smile with a nod. He pulls out a plastic bowl of strawberries and grabs a can of whip cream from the fridge door before shutting it, leaving the only light from the stove to illuminate the entire kitchen. He grabs a strawberry from the bowl and sprays whip cream on top of it before handing it to me. I take a bite, tasting the sweetness mixed with more sweetness from the whip cream.

Minho once again steps towards me, leaning down and grabbing the back of my thighs, setting me on the counter before standing between my legs. “You’ve got to stop doing these things, I don’t think my heart can take any more.” I whisper, staring into his eyes. He lets out a tiny chuckle, before bringing his thumb to my cheek, wiping the whip cream from it, before bringing it to my bottom lip and rubbing it along it. Our eyes don’t leave each other’s as he does it. “So damn pretty.” He whispers, before moving in closer. “Stay still.” He says, holding the back of my head gently with his palm. I stay right where I’m at as he brings his face closer to mine. I suddenly feel his tongue drift along my bottom lip, licking off the whip cream he had just lathered on with his thumb. This is it, this is where the heart attack happens. I can’t control myself anymore. My hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as I slam my lips on to his. Causing our teeth to clash lightly, I accidentally bite his lip, but he doesn’t seem to care as he continues to tongue at the inside of my mouth. “Mmm… taste.. so good.” He groans against my lips breathlessly between kissing. I moan back in agreement. Our hands explore each other feverishly, as if we’d been craving each other’s touch for an eternity. Which we have, all of the flirting, the long stares, helping each other when we didn’t necessarily need it, the possessiveness of one another even though we weren’t together. It was the longing for each other that made this kiss so needy, so hot, so impulsive.

“Need you Minho…” I whimper through his tongue. “How bad?” He asks, continuing to lap at my mouth. He pulls away, once again, taking my neck into his sweet tasting mouth. “So fucking bad, Minho.” I say breathlessly. His hands go up my shirt, causing goosebumps to cover the skin that his fingers have gently ran across. “You’re so soft.” He whispers against my neck. “Waited so long for you.” He says. By now, my core is soaking, my stomach is turning. I feel like I could hit my high, just from hearing him talk.

“Minho.. please.” I beg. Pulling at the hair on the back of his head. “I love hearing you say my name…” he whispers, his left hand leaves my side and makes its way into the waist band of my sweats, before sliding all of the way down and cupping me heat. “I think I’d really like it, if you screamed it.” He groans. A loud moan leaves my lips when he slides my panties to the side and slides his middle finger inside of me unexpectedly. His right hand quickly covers my mouth. “As much as I’d love to hear you scream for me… we can’t do it here baby.” He groans. My pussy clenches around his finger at the pet name he’s given me. “Oh god, Minho.” I moan through his hand and he quickens his finger while adding another. My head flys back at how good it feels.

A ball forms in my stomach, ready to explode. “Cu…I’m gonna cum…. Minhooo…” I moan, still through his hand. He knew better than to move it. “Good baby, cum all over my hand.” He groans. Taking my neck into his mouth once again. The feeling of his fingers, the dirty little comments his giving me and the feeling of his tongue licking up and down my neck, sends me right into euphoria.

I cum… hard. Harder than I’ve ever done before, to the thought of him. My juices leaked down his arm as he pulls his hand from me. I watch as he sticks his middle finger, the one from inside me, into his mouth. He licks and sucks and lets out a light groan before pulling it from his lips with a ‘pop’ing noise. “You’re so damn good y/n.” He groans before he dives into my neck once again.

Suddenly the living room light turns on, causing us to frantically move away from one another, right before Chan walks into the kitchen. “On the counter… really?” He says dramatically. I look down and take notice that I hadn’t gotten off of the counter. My face immediately turns red. “We weren’t even doing anything, she got hungry.” Minho says, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl and shoving it in his mouth. “Mhmm.. I’m sure she did.” Chan says, reaching into the fridge for a bottled water.

“Come on babe, let’s go lay down.” Minho says, grabbing my hand and helping me off of the counter. My heart races at the nick name. “Can you guys try to keep it down? There’s people trying to sleep.” Chan shouts as we leave the kitchen. “Get a room!” Minho shouts back, causing us both to laugh.

———

Part 3???? Maybe????

[cordonianroyalairlines]

All I Want for Christmas Part 2

Series: Cordonian Royal Airlines

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Various

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake, Liam x Max

Word Count: 2,848

Rating: General

Warnings for this chapter: none

Submissions: @choicesprompts rewrite challenge, holiday edition TRR x Untamed Heart (one of my all-time favorite movies). @choicesficwriterscreations holiday prompt: Stuck together in the snow; @choicesdecember2023 Christmas and @choicesholidays: This is the worst/best Christmas ever.

A/N: So the end of this is based very loosely on a scene from Untamed Heart. I looked for a clip of the scene in question but couldn't find one. You'll have to trust me that this is one of the most underrated movies of all time. If you've never seen it, you should look it up and watch it.

“Hey, you okay?”

“What?” Riley glanced up in surprise, wiping the wetness from her face with the palm of her hand, “I’m fine.”

“Hm.” Drake grunted as he pulled out a chair and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “You don’t look fine.”

She tried to laugh and cry at the same time and the sound came out as a little hiccup, “Sorry, it’s just Christmas Eve, you know?”

“Yeah….” He said carefully, reluctant to reveal that he didn’t know, not really. He had a mother and a sister, but he wasn’t close to either one. “So, you had plans, I take it?”

“Of course! Every year we all go to my parents’ house for Christmas. My brother Ryder and his wife and kids, my sister Amelia and her fiancé, and my brother Jory will be home from school, and this is Declan’s last year at home before he goes off to university…. I’ll be the only one not there this year….”

“So, you’re close to your siblings?” He set the bottle and glass on the table between them and gestured toward it. “Drink?”

She shook her head. “No thanks. And yes, I’m very close to my siblings and my parents.”

“Would you like something else? I’ll buy you a drink. You can tell me about your siblings.”

“I wouldn’t say no to an amaretto sour…”

An hour later, she looked up to find him smiling at her softly. She flushed as she realized she had been dominating the conversation. “I’m so sorry! I’m just rambling on and on about myself and my family! Tell me about yours!”

“Nah,” he waved her off, “There’s not much to tell. I’d rather hear about yours. Your brother Jory sounds hilarious. Declan should definitely dump that guy, and I agree with Max about your sister. It sounds like she takes your love and support for granted.”

“Max and Amelia have never gotten along,” Riley said with a sigh.

“You’ve known Max for a long time, huh?”

“Since we were teenagers. He’s the one that talked me into becoming a flight attendant and got me this job.”

“You didn’t want to be a flight attendant?”

She shrugged as she pulled her drink closer to her and toyed with the rim, “I was deep in my I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up phase.”

“And now?”

“I like it. I don’t know if it’s what I want to do forever, but it’s really fun for right now. I have no complaints.”

The tension that had set in his back and shoulders at the thought of her quitting eased out of him as he relaxed back into his chair. “As airline jobs go, this is about as good as it gets.”

“You’re not wrong.” Not only did the private airline pay better than commercial airlines, but there were many perks from more flexible schedules to stipends for living expenses while traveling and generous bonuses. But the biggest benefit was getting to work with her best friend. All in all, she really couldn’t complain. “Thanks, Drake.”

“For what?”

“Taking the time to sit here and cheer me up. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure you have plenty of things you’d rather be doing than listening to me go on and on about my family.”

He scoffed as he looked away from her and lifted his glass to his mouth. “I really don’t.” He was estranged from his family, single, and his only real friend was Liam. All of which was usually fine with him. He preferred it that way honestly, seeing himself as a lone wolf. Community and togetherness were overrated. He needed very little to be happy.

Something about this girl made him want more, though, and the feeling unsettled him.

“Well, at any rate, thank you,” she yawned, “but I should probably get back up to my room.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he glanced at his watch as he stumbled to his feet, “Me too. I’ll walk you up.”

The look she gave him sent butterflies exploding through his chest and he quickly clarified, “For safety, you know.”

“Right,” she nodded in agreement, but the smile that played across her lips said she understood exactly what was going on between them.

Good thing one of them did.

Entering the elevator, he reached out and pressed the button for the twelfth floor. He turned his head to find her giving him a measuring look. “What?”

“I didn’t tell you what floor I was on. How did you know?”

His eyes widened as he stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights. He had never felt so much panic surge through his body at one time and he had flown into combat zones before leaving the military for the private sector. His scotch-laden brain struggled to come up with a response that didn’t include telling her he had asked Liam what floor she was staying on. “Max must have mentioned it.” He mumbled.

“When did you talk to Max?”

He was saved from answering when her phone vibrated, and she quickly answered a text from one of her brothers. He heaved out a sigh of relief and changed the subject. “So, what do you like best about Christmas other than your family? The presents?”

“No,” she laughed, “The tree and decorations. There’s just something so peaceful about the lights and ornaments. Waking up to my mom’s ham and cheese omelets for Christmas breakfast. Oh, and I love the music!”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite Christmas song?”

“Jingle Bell Rock,” she replied without hesitation. “I know it’s not the most popular, or sentimental, but I love the beat and I love horses, so there you go. What’s yours?”

“Mine? Oh, no, I don’t have-“

“Come on, Drake, you have to have a favorite Christmas song!”

“Okay, okay, if you put a gun to my head then I guess I’d say it’s Do They Know It’s Christmas.”

Her mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Yeah, really, why is that surprising?”

“I don’t know. I figured you for a Rocking Around the Christmas Tree kind of guy. Why is Do They Know It’s Christmas your favorite?”

“I don’t know,” he jostled his body weight from foot to foot as he silently willed the elevator to hurry the fuck up, “I think it’s the juxtaposition of mindless consumerism with the destitution of impoverished peoples. It makes you think. Or it should.”

“Wow, Drake. You have hidden depths. I knew it!”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You think about my depths?”

It was Riley’s turn to flush as she spun her body back to face the doors just as they dinged open. “Well, here we are!”

He saw her safely to her door in a silence that suddenly felt comfortable and right, as if him walking her to her door was a normal, everyday occurrence.

She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder, “Thank you again….for everything.”

“I should be thanking you for saving me from drinking alone. See you tomorrow, Riley.”

“See you tomorrow, Drake. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he said as her door closed.

He stood outside her door for a long moment as he talked himself out of knocking on it and asking her to let him in.

Relationships with co-workers never ended well. He would know.

He turned and started trudging back down the hallway toward the elevator when he was seized by a sudden inspiration. Whipping his phone from his pocket, his fingers flew over the keyboard as his pace quickened and he hurried briskly back to his room, a smile of anticipation curving up his lips.

***

The next morning, Riely rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains open to see the area blanketed in freshly fallen snow, but it was all on the ground. Nothing fell from the clear blue sky.

With a squeal of joy, she bounced back to the bed to grab her phone from the nightstand, preparing to call Liam and ask if they had a takeoff time and then Max to find out how things had gone with Liam the night before, but before she could dial either number, it vibrated in her hand. She glanced down to see a text message in the group chat Liam had created yesterday when he invited everyone to dinner. It was from Drake.

Meet me in the Mountain Vista conference room.

That was odd, but okay. She quickly dressed and hurried out into the hallway, bumping into Max as she did so. “Were you waiting outside my door?”

“I was about to knock! I guess you got the text from Drake?”

“Yeah, but it’s weird, right? I mean, his entire contribution to the group chat yesterday was the word okay. And not even the whole word, just the two letters O.K.”

“I don’t know, but I hope it involves food! Come on, let’s go!”

When they arrived at the lower-level conference room, Max pulled the door open, and Riley walked into a stunning surprise.

Christmas finery draped the entire room. A six-foot tree adorned the center of the raised stage at the front of the room, fully decorated, complete with an angel on top. There were gift-wrapped packages under the tree. Christmas music spilled out of the speakers and a buffet table lined the far wall. She turned in circles, taking in the decorations everywhere, her mouth agape, “What is all this?”

“Uh…” Drake rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Nothing. I mean it is Christmas! Just thought you- um, just thought everyone could use a little Christmas cheer this morning.”

“You did all this?”

“Yeah…”

“Drake, it’s amazing! But why? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all, but there’s a Christmas tree in the lobby.”

“I know, but that’s just a generic hotel tree for everybody. I thought you deserved something a little more personal.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes. “You did all this for me?”

“I mean….for all of us,” he declared hurriedly, turning away so she wouldn’t see the red coloring his cheeks. “I even managed gifts.” He plucked a package out from under the tree and held it out to her. “Don’t get too excited, they’re just t-shirts from the hotel gift shop. I got one for each of us.”

Riley watched as Drake tossed one to Liam, who had entered the room just behind them, and then Max. He kept the last one for himself. “Hope they fit.”

“How the hell did you accomplish all this?” A tinge of awe colored Liam’s voice.

Drake lifted his shoulder. “I just made a few phone calls and had things delivered.”

“They delivered all this in a snowstorm?” Max gaped at him.

“Well, the blizzard is over,” Drake scoffed, gesturing out the plate-glass windows along the side of the room. “This is just a lot of snow.”

“Ah, you missed your family today, too!” Riley gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah.” Drake agreed as he turned his head to avoid the sharp look Liam gave him. “We should eat while this is still hot.”

“Ohhhh,” Max rubbed his hands together, “Good idea! It smells delicious!”

Drake followed behind Riley and Max toward the food. Liam sidled up next to him and lowered his voice so no one else could hear, “You never spend Christmas with your family.”

“What? Yeah, no, that’s….. you like waffles, right? Because I ordered waffles.”

“Oh, my god!” Riley exclaimed, “Ham and cheese omelets!”

“And bacon,” Max pointed out. “Don’t forget the bacon. Oh! And crepes!”

Her gaze slid thoughtfully to Drake as Max loaded his plate. “Did you order this because of what I told you last night?”

“Order what?” Drake shook his head as he reached for a plate. “I just asked for food. Lucky coincidence.”

“Okay.” She gave him an appraising look. He avoided direct eye contact with her.

The group sat down at a table near the center of the room and enjoyed breakfast together. Riley bit into a forkful of fluffy eggs, melted cheese, savory ham, and crisp onions as she took in the comforting twinkle of Christmas lights reflecting off red and gold ornaments. Max was already wearing the shirt Drake had given him and a Santa hat that he had produced from seemingly nowhere. All of it was set against the backdrop of sheer whiteness that could be seen through the conference room windows. Every ice-covered tree, bush and light post sparkled in the bright morning sun. A sense of peace and contentment that she hadn’t expected to feel on this particular morning settled over her as the group ate and laughed together.

Her phone rang. “It’s my mom!” she answered and after several tearful exchanges of I love you, I miss you and Merry Christmas, she addressed the group, “My mom wants to say hi to everyone.” She placed the phone in the middle of the table and pushed the speaker button so Catherine Brooks could wish the entire flight crew a Merry Christmas. “And especially you, Drake!” she gushed. “Riley told me about the tree and decorations. Thank you for making the day special for her. You’re a good friend.”

“I’m glad she liked it. I just thought we could all use a pick me up since everyone is missing the day with their family,” he lied. The truth was, he couldn’t stand to see her sad. The smile that had washed over her face and stayed there since she had first walked into the conference room made every bit of effort and expense he had gone to more than worth it.

Not that he was interested in her. He didn’t get involved with co-workers.

“Well, nevertheless, thank you and if you’re ever in our neck of the woods, we would love to meet you!”

“Ah…sure, that would be…all right…”

Drake was rescued by Max, who leaned over the phone to yell “I love you!” and “Merry Christmas!” at Riley’s family.

When every member of the Brooks family had spoken to both Riley and Max and the call was finally over, Liam looked up from his own phone and announced, “Great news…we can fly out now!”

“I almost don’t want to.” Max blurted out and then flushed from the tip of his nose all the way down to his toes. “I mean….I just meant this is nice, and it’s warm in here….”

“It’s okay, Max,” Liam grinned at him, “This has been nice, but we do need to get back home. If we don’t make it back today, we’ll have to reschedule tomorrow’s flight, and then I’ll have to deal with Madeleine and her bullshit.”

Drake shuddered. “Why the fuck did Leo give her part ownership again?”

“He didn’t give it to her,” Liam shook his head as he returned his phone to his pocket, “the judge in their divorce did.”

“Still. She acts like her twenty-five percent is controlling interest or something.”

“Tell me about it.” Liam was not overly fond of his ex-sister-in-law, but he couldn’t deny that she was skilled with the parts of the business he disliked, such as accounting and marketing. He just wanted to fly; and Madeleine taking over those parts, had allowed him to do exactly that.

“Well, I guess we should all go pack then,” Max headed toward the door, “You coming, Riley?”

“In a minute. You go on. And you’re still coming home with me today, right?”

“Bert won’t be home until tomorrow, so yes.”

Liam hurried across the room. “Hold on, Max, I’ll walk up with you!”

Riley and Drake watched them leave, then turned to each other. They stood silent and unmoving for a long moment in the middle of the Christmas finery, eyes searching eyes, unspoken emotions playing across both faces.

She took a step forward, “Drake…”

He caught her hand in his as she reached out for him. “Riley…we can’t…”

“And yet you did all this.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her fingers, then quickly dropped it. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Drake, and thank you. Really. It means a lot to me.” She leaned in, went up on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a gooey, mushy marshmallow on the inside. Your reputation is safe.”

A short laugh escaped him as she stepped away. He watched her walk to the door with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that was at odds with the soaring feeling in his chest.

She liked him, right?

Not that it mattered. It was a bad idea to get involved with a co-worker.

As she slipped out the door, panic sliced through his being as he realized that he was involved.

He was very involved.

He heaved a sigh that was full of both resignation and wonder as he made his way back to his room to pack.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hello Love

Media - The Maze Runner AU Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n (Sick) Rating - Sweet AF + Sad Word Count - 3205

I stood behind the school bleachers while gym class was going on, I was meant to be in the class but I was skipping. I had gotten changed with the other guys and got marked in but as soon as the teacher headed inside to do some paperwork leaving us all to run laps, I of course snuck away. So I stood behind the bleachers concealed from prying eyes, in my trainers, blue gym shorts and white shirt. My hands on the small of Y/ns back often sliding my hand across the back of her white shirt. She too had gym so of course we snuck off together for a little alone time, her hands on my chest, our lips locked together in a sweet embrace.

Her sweet ponytail of Y/H/C hair makes me smile so much her adorable little frail body with her oversized gym uniform even if her cute little shorts still drive me insane. Often I pull back just to savour her sweet lips and see those cute Y/e/C eyes. Our lips lock over and over our tounges exploring each other even if there was nothing neither of us knew by now, often squeezing and stroking each other's skin as we kiss,

She pulled back to this time and smiled at me, "We should go back class is almost over,"

"I know," I pouted, "I wish we could do this forever."

"I know you do Newtie." She chuckled, "Come on or we'll get in trouble again,"

"Fine," I sighed, "Just don't overex-"

"Newt!"

"No, no I know. But please just be careful."

"It's been months since I had a flair-up," 

"I know, but still just be careful for me Y/n Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded,

"Good," I smiled kissing her forehead, "And if I catch you doing too much again, you are-"

"Oh, What?" She playfully glared,

"You know what I'll do," I warn her playfully pulling her into another long and passionate kiss, and when I pulled back I moved my hand and gave her butt a playful slap, "Or I'll give you such a spanking," I warn, 

"Fine," She pouts,

"Good, I'm walking you home tonight right?"

"I have to pick up some meds on the way home," she sighed,

"Did I ask where we were stopping?"

"No..." she giggled,

"Good, no worries we'll walk together and pick up your new meds on the way, and maybe some snacks for tonight's movie," I winked,

"Okay, see you later,"

"See you soon love," 

She gave me one more kiss before she headed back to class, I chuckled as I watched her go, of course, I wouldn't but I liked teasing her, half the time I swear my begging and little threats were all that were actually making her listen to her doctors, I waited a little while and headed out myself doing a bit of running before the class was over but just I stopped to turn back towards the changing room I saw Y/n drop. 

Everyone crowed but I bolted over and held her in my arms, "Y/n! Y/n! Love, are you okay?" I asked but I knew what was wrong, "Get the teacher and the nurse, NOW!" 

I walked alone feeling lonely and cold without Y/n on my arm, these days without her in classes have been torture. But I know it's what's best for her. I headed to her house of course and went in without knocking as I often did, Passing her parents on the sofa watching TV,

"Hi," I smiled,

"Ohh Hi newt, have a good day?" her mum turned and smiled

"It was fine, how's Y/n?"

"She's okay, been looking forward to seeing you," 

"Aww I look forward to seeing her all day," I smiled, "See you," I waved before I headed upstairs to Y/n's bedroom.

I heard her TV on so I headed in and saw her cute bedroom with the scent of her perfume, she smiled as she sat in her bed and just took her medication. 

"Hello Love," I cooed, 

"Ohh hello Newtie," she cooed, "how were classes?"

"Fine," I shrug, "boring without you," I smiled sitting down on her bed and kissing her, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better," she nodded, 

"Aww I'm glad you're feeling better," I smiled kissing her more, I put my backpack on her bed and unzipped it, "I have something for you love?"

"Ohhh? what?" She giggled excitedly,

"What's the magic words?"

"I love you," she giggled, 

"I love you too," I smiled, we shared a kiss and I pulled out the Tupperware from my bag, "I made cookies in food tech today, so I made them just for you,"

"Awwwww newt! You're gonna make me cry,"

"Nawww don't cry Y/n, come on have a cookie then we can have a cuddle?"

"Mhm," she nodded taking the Tupperware,

"Good girl," I smiled kissing her head throwing my bag off and climbing into bed with her for a cuddle, 

I headed up as usual her parents in the kitchen giving them a wave as I went, I rushed up to her room and found her sleeping so I got my bag down and sat by her bed giving her head a little kiss which woke her up,

"Ummm?"

"Hi," I smiled,

"ohh Hi newt," she yawned, 

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay..." she nodded,

"How was the nurse's visit?"

"She came, she gave me the news."

"And the news was?"

"Fine,"

"You sure?"

"Mhm,"

"Okay, you better not be lying love."

"I'm not,"

"Good girl, okay how about I get you a hot bottle and get you to the bath?"

"Yes please,"

"Okay," I smiled kissing her and heading to the onsite to run her a bath, 

I stood outside at the bike shed in my uniform waiting around for Y/n, soon enough she came though but I perked up, 

"Y/n?" I asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I just feel a bit warm," she said as she came over in her uniform I wrapped an arm around her and put my hand on her head, 

"Ohh you are warm, really warm. Come on blazer off. I'll take your bag let's get you to the pharmacy to pick up your meds and maybe get them to have a look while you're there."

"Newt I'm-"

"Don't argue with me love," I told her as I took her bag from her, "Come on,"

"Alright," she nodded hugging my arm so I held her close kissing her head as we headed down the street, 

I kept her as close as I could but I knew something was wrong a few times she would fall into my arms but I just kept her close, by the time we reached a pharmacy I was basically carrying her and luckily the pharmacist was well aware of Y/n and saw us coming through the door and immediately rushed to action, They took her to the back room and checked in on her while I paced the shop floor with her bag. Until they came out.

"Hi, is she okay?"

"We... we've had to call her an ambulance she's had another flair-up."

"Ohh no- can I see her!"

"Direct family only I'm sorry,"

"Please! Please! she's my girlfriend... you have to let me see her," I begged tears in my eyes, 

"I'm sorry I wish I could, but her family-"

"I can call them. I can call her parents I have their number for stuff like this," I nodded, 

"Thank you," she nodded, "The Paramedics might let you in the ambulance with her if the parents consent,"

"Yeah. Yeah, good point, Thank you for looking after her," I nodded grabbing my phone I quickly rang her parents and told them what was going on and of course, they knew straight away, the ambulance arrived while I was on the phone so I asked the paramedic given I had the family consent over the phone and luckily he allowed me, so I agreed to meet her parents at the atrium when they get there and hung up before climbing in. 

Luckily I could sit beside her so I sat in the little chair and held her hand as she lay drifting out of conscience, as we drove rapidly through the streets I fixed some hair from her face pushing it behind her ear and kissing her sweet little head. "It'll be okay Y/n, I'm here and I'll be here no matter what," I promised her, 

I woke feeling groggy and stiff from the hospital chair my hand still in hers, 

"Hey newtie,"

"hey Y/n," I smiled turning and giving her a good morning kiss, "How are you feeling?"

"Same,"

"Alright, anything you want me to get you?"

"...Some ice cream?"

"Some ice cream for my sick little love," I cooed kissing her forehead, "Coming right up," I smiled, I got up and went to the hospital canteen I grabbed some ice cream, some jelly, some sweets and a few snacks before I headed back sitting most on the window sill but her ice cream and jelly on her little table, "There you go,"

"Aww thank you Newt,"

"You're welcome,"

"Do I have to pay?"

"Well you could pay me," I hinted 

She giggled and gave me a wide happy smile, 

"Awww so cute," I cooed unable to stop myself from kissing her, "You have the most perfect smile, Y/n, I am very happy to be paid in smiles," 

"A tip too?"

"Oohh I tip? I'd love a tip,"

She came and gave me a little kiss,

"Oooohh could I get some more tip?"

"Mhm," she nodded giving me more kisses,

"Awwww you are adorable," I cooed, "I love you so much,"

"I love you more," she smiled pulling me into her bed for a cuddle, 

I sat in the small chair rubbing my eyes trying to stay awake my hand in hers often squeezing her hand as she lay in the hospital bed, The room was big and open with only her bed and a few medical machines, the window open letting in the sun and a fresh breeze to try and rid the room of that horrible hospital smell and give it the sweet scent of the flowers in the hospital garden. I was nervous given how bad she now seemed to be getting, the usual things weren't working, and I was beyond scared for her. 

But I kept visiting her as much as I could. 

She began to stir so I gave her hand move kisses, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"...Ummm..."

"Y/n," 

"Not so good newtie..."

"I know, what did the doctor say this morning before I got here?"

"... I can't-"

"Y/n please... just tell me," I begged her,

"To make arrangements,"

I broke down my tears flooding down my cheeks as I squeezed her hand, I had a feeling it was coming but I never thought it would... I had always hoped it wouldn't, "Okay..." I nodded, "You're parents have the-"

"Yeah, everything is sorted,"

"You sweet brave girl," I cooed kissing her forehead, "Is there anything you want? anything in this world I can do for you? just to see to smile for however long we have left?"

"No..."

"Y/n, anything. Really."

"It's silly,"

"No matter how silly it is, as big as a cross-country flight as small as a kiss whatever you want in this world! Just tell me before you leave it." 

"I... I always wanted... to get married someday," she blushed holding my hand, I squeezed it back and wiped my tears,

"That's what you want?"

"Mhm,"

"Okay," I smiled, "Give me a minute," I told her kissing her forehead before I got up and headed out, I went down the hall and found her parents sat having coffee, they knew the bad news before I did and had gone to process it, I know they where starting to distance themselves which I couldn't blame, her mother saw me and the tears in my eyes so she pulled me into a hug, 

"How is she?"

"Not good. She uhh... she asked me something and we know she..."

"What did she ask?"

"She has always dreamt of getting married, and... if I'm honest I have dreamt of marrying her since the first moment I saw her," I blushed, "I know she doesn't have a lot of time left in this world. And I just want to see her smile as much as possible, I want her to be happy and I know you do too," I said wiping my tears, "So I'm asking, wholeheartedly, if you'll give me permission to ask to marry her?"

"Ohh Newt," Her mother smiled, "You sweet boy,"

"You want to do this?" Her father asked,

"I do, I really do. I... I would have married her in a few years anyway," I blushed, "I love her more than anything, and if this will make her happy then I want to do it,"

"Can they even do this?" he asked,

"With your permission, we can." I nodded,

They looked at each other and for a moment I was scared of what they might say but her father got up and pulled me into a hug,

"You have our permission. Make her happy. Make her as happy as you can these last days."

"I will. I promise." I nodded, 

After some tears they let me go so I went back passing a vending machine as I did, I stopped and got a pack of Haribo and took it with me to her room,

"Hi Newtie,"

"Hi Love," I smiled already getting teary, but I ripped the pack open and dug out a little gummy ring I moved to one knee taking her hand, "My sweet beautiful Y/n, I love you more than I can explain, I love your firey Y/H/C hair, your ocean Y/e/C eyes, your beautiful smile, I have wanted to be with you forever since the first day we met, and now... to know you have little time left, I want to be in every second of it. I know if we could I would have married you in the grandest ceremony with the biggest ring, and give you all the years of my life. But... I can't... so please. I asked your parents and they agreed. We can get married. Spend this time as husband and wife." I explained, "So please, Will you marry me?"

"Ohhh Newt, Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes, I will,"

"Ohh Y/n!" I smiled kissing her and slipping the gummy ring on her finger,

I sat with a wide smile in the hospital room in my best clothes a pressed shirt and pants with my hair all fixed and clean, as Y/n brushed the curls of her Y/H/C hair, she had curled it and made it pretty even with a little make-up on, sitting in the bed in a little white sundress we got from Amazon, I held her hand often squeezing it and playing with the little ring I got for her, it wasn't much just shiny glass but it looked beautiful for her. 

"You are the most perfect bride," I smiled,

"You are the cutest husband,"

"Ohh am I? Well, I look forward to calling you my wife,"

"And I look forward to bugging you and calling you hubby,"

"You can call me hubby all you like," I chuckled, "I wish we could have forever together,"

"We have the rest of my life,"

"I know, but I wish we could have longer," I smiled kissing her hand, "I promise I will love you for the rest of my days,"

"Newt you-" she began putting her brush down,

"No. I will not replace you. Not ever. You're my girl, my Love, my Y/n, soon... my wife. And no one will ever take your place,"

"Ohh Newt you are too sweet," she stroked my cheek,

"you think I could get a kiss?" I cooed,

"After the wedding," she tapped my nose, 

"Alright, and we have ice cream cake for our wedding cake too. and then maybe a cuddle in your bed for our wedding night?"

"Umm a very special cuddle,"

"You don't have to"

"We are. I want to snuggle my hubby on our wedding night,"

"Alright but... not too much else we might get in trouble," I told her, 

Soon enough her parents arrived as did the priest for the hospital who was more than happy to do this for us, 

It was short and sweet with nothing more than a few words exchanged and two small rings they weren't fancy just some wooden rings with our names and the date of our wedding sealed in a colourful layer of resin in the centre, it cost a fair bit of my savings but I wanted them to be special. And suddenly it was over.

"You may kiss your bride," He nodded,

I smiled and blushed a little but I held her cheek and kissed her sweet lips with a tear in my eye to know I was kissing Y/n, as my bride. 

We had fun and many congratulations most digitally from friends, after a while we had our cake and her parents headed home, so I climbed into the bed with her and cuddled up with her.

"Hi Wifey," I smiled,

"Hi hubby," she giggled,

"I love you so much, Y/n,"

"I love you more," 

"Humm and you're my wife now, really my wife. I promise I shall cherish you forever and keep you close to my heart, my sweet beautiful wife," 

"I promise too as well newt. I swear it."

"I know you will," I smiled kissing her, 

I sat with cold tears running down my face, she was worse, so much worse, I held her hand in both of mine feeling her rings and my own, it felt worse now to know she was my wife and there was nothing I could do for her. But I smiled and did my best to save face for her, I know it must be agony for her and I wanted her to be happy at this time. I got her chocolate, ice cream, flowers, everything she wanted just to see her smile. 

"Newt?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"I love you," she said softly,

"I love you more,"

"My sweet hubby,"

"My sweet wifey," I cooed with a chuckle,

"Newt I'm scared..."

"I know... I know... it's very scary, but I promise you I will keep you in my heart. In my very soul. And whatever is beyond this world... it is waiting for you, and as soon as I join it, I will come find you."

"You won't have to..."

"no? Why not?"

"I'll be waiting,"

"Then I will run to you my love," I cooed, giving her lips a sweet kiss she kissed back with a slow passion and I savoured every single element of the kiss, little did I know... this would be our last. 

She laid back in the bed and squeezed my hand for a few moments we just cradled and cooed at each other until I heard the machine's sound... my blood ran cold... Her grip tightened suddenly before she went cold and limp in my hand...and she was gone. It was over. The machine's silence was deafening.

Tears flooded from my eyes and I cried, screamed, in hysterics! Holding her hand as long as I could.

when the nurses came I wiped my tears, kissing her forehead one last time before I took my hand from hers fixed her rings and let them take her away. 

I headed out still crying into the hospital garden looking up to the starry sky, I fixed my ring on my finger and looked up to the sky seeing the stars sweetly sparkling in the sky, and for a moment I smiled knowing she was at peace, no more pain, even if that means I can't be with her. "I know I'll see you again Wifey, and I know you'll be waiting for me," I cooed, "Goodbye Y/n..." I smiled kissing my ring,

[mitamicah]

Oh telling things, just talking like 👀👀👀👀.

Oh i once ripped my pants from sitting in the snow too long, had a big hole in my pants and had to walk home like that (was only a five minutes walk and i was seven)

I once fell off a pony and no one noticed 😃, i just sat there and waited until they came back, greeted me and then were completely surprised, because they had not noticed. The pony was sweet :3☺️☺️☺️

I went into haunted house as a child and afterwards it took two adults and almost twenty minutes to get me off my neighbour, i held onto that poor boy for dear life while screaming and crying. He wore a vampire costume and i was a witch or cat.

I used go be obsessed with wearing a dinosaur costume 😃😃. I also used to have a hat with cat ears and eye holes but grew out of it 😔.

I have a horrible sense of orientation, its almost criminal. I once drank half a bottle of sleeping medicine (sleep issues due to other meds) and slept for 18 hours.

Oh and i got hit by cars a few times but never something bad, sturdy bones and strong kitty.

My twin (my most beloved) and I usually plan multiple movies days, our record is three movies in one day, nine hours in the cinema.

My twin and I once "attacked" each other with stamps and had to walk through the entire building to wash our stained faces because there was only one working sink.

I am terrible on skates, i once fell and managed to land in the only puddle, my entire back and thighs and butt were soaking wet. And cold.

I went to school in a hospital for some time and that was interesting, smallest school i ever went to. I think i still have the clay bowl I made somewhere. And i will never forgive the nurse in another hospital for just turning the tv off i was watching a movie and have to this day not been able to find it again and it was almost 13 years ago, was very uncool.

I once slept through fireworks going off right next to my room, and through a pillow thrown at my face to check if I was still alive, i also once rolled on top of someone and slept through the other person pushing me back on my side.

Hopefully your day will turn better 💛💛💛

Wait ... how is that even possible OVO oh no I am so sorry that sounds horrible but also hilarious at the same time :'D xD

Another incidence on 'how did that even happen' x'D that is a cute story tho - just a silly little time with a pony x'D

Awww sweet summer child (litterally) :'3 <333 sounds like the neighbour was somewhat patient with you tho, that's nice :'D

Ngl dinosaur costumes are cool :D!!! oh no I hate when that happens :'3 would we just stay the right size for our comfort clothes forever :'D

I can relate to the bad location skills x'D

Oh wow that is a long ass nap OVO I have tried something similar (20 hours but not because of sleep medicine but just pure old exhaustion) and it is very disorienting :'D

I am not sure if I should say that you are very lucky or unlucky for that one :'D this cat definitely have nine lives x'D

Awwwn I love that - normalize sibling dates :'D <3

Hahahahaah that sounds like a lovely and silly memory x'D

Oh nooooo :'D whelp you have more experience on skates than I do it seems which is not hard since I never trusted myself on skates x'D hahaha

I agree, not cool of the nurse :'3 must've been a movie you were quite into as well if you still remember so far after the fact OVO

Wait .... how OVO? I would've been acting like a scared/angsty cat or dog if that happened to me :'D

Thank you for sharing all these fun little facts and stories Jay ^V^ I hope it is alright I submit this :'D? otherwise let me know and I'll take it down <33

[queeniecook]

June 3

Yesterday, after Caleb left to go see Lilith, Rahmi and I had an uneventful afternoon at the house. We watched all the Ghostbusters movies with her three kids. It was a much needed escape for the Watson family because today was the day of Rahmi and Thomas’ divorce hearing.

I went with Rahmi to the hearing, while Caleb entertained Rahmi’s kids at the Watson family farm.

Honorable judge Dallas Brown was the overseer for the day. I totally forgot that Mina married a judge.

Naturally, Thomas brought his “friend” along.

“Your honor, as stated in the papers Rahmi was served with, I don’t intend to try to take the kids away from her. I want visitation rights. She’s always been a great mother to them and I don’t want to make things harder on them during all of this.” Thomas started.

I wanted to awkwardly pregnant lady stand from my seat and yell at him. If he doesn’t want to make things worse for the kids, why go after the farm?! But, I kept my mouth shut. I’m sure Rahmi had the same thoughts as myself during his speech.

“The farm has been in my family for generations. MY FAMILY. Not hers. When my parents had their will written up, I’m sure they never dreamed of Rahmi and I parting ways. I never dreamed it would happen back then either.” He continued. Perhaps that was true, but he’s the one who strayed. 

“I just want what is my birth right. Of course the kids would all inherit it from me when I pass on, this isn’t about taking anything away from them. It’s about what’s been taken from me.”

I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out of my head.

Finally, it was Rahmi’s turn.

“Joe and Beverly Watson stated in their will that I would get the farm if Thomas and I ever got a divorce. That was their wishes, in black and white. Thomas didn’t object to them putting that in the will, he knew about it. He was fine with it. If he wanted to object, he should have done it back then.” Rahmi stated simply and sat back down. I had to hold myself back from clapping. 

The lawyers – Angela Pleasant for Rahmi and Kaci Sherwood for Thomas, were allowed to go back and forth with stipulations and compromises before presenting things to the Judge Brown.

Ten minutes later ~

“I have great news! Judge Brown sided with you, since it was clearly Mr. and Mrs. Watson’s wishes and they made them in  sound mind with witnesses, Thomas doesn’t have much of a case.” Miss Pleasant informed us. 

Rahmi breathed a sigh of relief as did I. I was fully prepared to open mine and Caleb’s home to the better parts of the Watson clan but the idea of their family farm being ripped from all of them was tragic.

“Everything else is settled as well. The divorce is going through as well as the custody agreement.” Miss Pleasant added, I zoned out after that because it was a lot of lawyer speak.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Watson, but what Rahmi said was correct. Your time to object to the will and actually be able to do anything about it would have been back when they were drafting it.” I overheard Miss Sherwood telling Thomas and Florence. 

It wasn’t long before there was a explosion.

“I can’t believe you let that trollop get the farm and all that land! Why would you ever agree to let something go to her?!” Miss Florence berated Thomas loud enough for all of us to hear it. 

“I thought we would be together forever like my parents! That’s why it wasn’t an issue!” Thomas snapped back. 

Florence’s face twisted in disgust. “Love doesn’t last. Only money does.” 

“You’re not who I thought you were.” Rahmi’s soon to be ex husband mumbled to his floozy. 

Florence huffed and with dramatic flair, flung opened the courtroom doors and stomped outside. Hopefully to never be seen or heard from again.

I shared a victory hug with Rahmi after Thomas left with his counsel.

We also celebrated with some food, because I was starving! I’m really glad things worked out for Rahmi and her family today.

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Credit for courtroom set goes to shelby628 on the gallery.

[sportsthoughts]

get to know you tag gaaaame

tagged by @timbitshockey <3

do you make your bed? I feel attacked sitting here on my unmade bed. I do try. I am very organised in other aspects of my life. I normally half heartedly fling the covers across the bed to cover it and call it a day. I am a never in the bedroom except to sleep person so I don't really see it until it's time for bed again. And when husband is home he makes the bed very very beautifully and precisely and my efforts are quite pathetic in comparison

what's your job? Professional Feelings Expert. More therapists are tumblr girlies than you'd think. Currently setting up my own practice and doing some various bits and bobs and agency therapy work on the side.

if you could go back to school, would you? Always always! I have to do a lot of ongoing training for work so I think my next thing will either be training in couples work or maybe some nutrition stuff because I'm very interested in the link between mental health and diet atm.

can you parallel park? I have a driving license that says yes but I have not sat behind the wheel of the car since... 2019? 2018? I am quite a liability on the road and have been Banned from driving Mr sportsthoughts' car because I have been known to crash quite a lot. Just as well I like being chauffeured/walking better anyway.

do you think aliens are real? I think there's some bacteria out there somewhere but I don't think it would be life as we'd recognise it.

can you drive a manual car? 99% of people in the UK learn to drive manual and take a manual driving test so they can do both! So technically, yes, I can. I'm not good at it though.

guilty pleasure? Not guilty about it ever but sports! Sports and sports fandom has always been my little 'me time' hobby.

tattoos? Nope! I can't think of anything that I'd like the look of so much I'd want to see it on my skin forever. My taste changes all the time so I would never be able to commit to a design.

favorite color? greens. neutrals. pastels!

favorite type of music? I like a lot of old stuff! 80s stuff, 70s stuff, also currently binge listening to miss swift ahead of the eras tour in London.

do you like puzzles? Jigsaw puzzles? Yes. I find them very soothing. Brain teaser puzzles? No!

any phobias? Spiders. So badly. Anything with lots of eyes. The dark.

favorite childhood sport? Sailing! I sailed competitively until I was about 15 and still get dragged out with my parents a lot. It was an all encompassing family activity that took over basically every weekend of my childhood.

do you talk to yourself? Yes, all the time. I like to narrate my life! Sometimes in conversation with people/myself/man in the sky etc. Often just me talking to me

tea or coffee? Both! One coffee in the morning and probably about 4-5 cups of tea throughout the day. Always English breakfast tea with milk, no sugar

first thing you wanted to be be when growing up? I have never had lofty career aspirations! I have always been quite interested to see where I would end up - and I had quite a roundabout journey getting to my current career! I think I went through the usual phases of wanting to be a popstar or a princess or a mermaid but I never really lusted after work or aspired to grow up and have a job. I still don't lol. I have a very good work life balance and even though I love my job and see it very much as a forever career it is probably the least important part of my life.

what movies do you adore? I have a running joke that I hate watching films I haven't seen before. I am a serial repeater and like to watch the same things over and over. A selection: Lord of the rings - especially the second one Twilight and New Moon Jackass - all of them - Rocky you reminded me of this and whenever people ask about my sense of humour I say "Jackass" and mean it. Live action Cinderella Oklahoma - the stage recording The first three Pirates of the Caribbean White Christmas - perhaps my favourite film ever? Shrek 1 & 2 - another contender for favourite film ever. Any 90s Disney. A Knight's Tale Ferris Bueller's Day Off Hairspray!!! Can't believe I nearly left out Justin Bieber Never Say Never. The first movie I binged watched. That and 1D this is us were on a constant loop when I was a teenager. My poor parents. Tagging @robindrake13 @prettyhockey @icedbatik @coffee-at-annies @cornerihaunt @reavenedges-lies and anyone else who fancies it - feel free to say I tagged you because truthfully I'm nosy and want to know you all

[lulubelle814]

Just Dizziness - Chapter 20

Grabbing Chinese take out on the way home, we settled on the couch.  I started flipping through the movies, but Sarah stole the remote and put on Crimson Peak.  As it started up, Sarah emailed her boss letting him know she would be working from home tomorrow.  Surprisingly, he was either on his computer or had been checking his emails via phone because she received a response just a few minutes later stating that was fine.

It turned out we were too knackered to finish the movie and turned it off about half way through.  Even though she was working from home the next day, Sarah said she would do a movie marathon with me while working because she had that talent to be able to work while watching movies.

“And before you say anything, I’m declaring a Hiddles marathon!  All the hits: Only Lovers Left Alive, Thor Ragnarok, maybe War Horse and The Deep Blue Sea.  Maybe after my appointment the following day, we can binge watch The Night Manager.”

I was not one to argue with a Hiddles marathon.  It had been a while since we two had one.

That night I had dreams that I was dancing with him.  Well, not so much dancing as stepping on his toes.

“It took Mia and myself forever to learn these moves.  I’m pretty sure I remember most of them.”

He kept trying to lead, and I kept trying to follow along but continued to mis-step, trip, or just plain run into him.  It was frustrating because I wanted to learn it, but we were both laughing so hard that it eventually just became too hard to focus, especially when I fell and took him down to the floor with me.

What Tom tried to hide was that he was missing steps himself.  It had been quite some time since the movie had been filmed, but he finally fessed up when we landed on the floor.

“I’m so sorry!  I don’t think I’ll ever get this,” I said.

“It’s my fault, really.  It’s been so long.  I thought I could fake my way through the parts I couldn't remember but evidently not.”  It took a few minutes for us both to calm down before I was able to get off the floor.  “How about a nice slow dance instead?”

I heartily agreed.  He changed the music, and I suddenly heard Elvis Presley singing “I can’t help falling in love with you” followed by some more slow songs we loved until the music stopped as his phone died, but neither of us cared, continuing to sway to the silent music.

When I woke up, it was very early morning.  The sun was barely starting to peak out, and I didn’t want to get up.  After tossing and turning for the next half hour or so, I finally just gave up, sat next to the window, and watched the sun rise.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?  

O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming  

My ears perked up at the sound of his voice, and I swore that for a moment I could see his reflection in the window.  When I flipped around, no one was there.  Looking back at the window, his reflection was gone, and tears started to stream down my face.  Rather than face the day, I went back to bed, curling up and hugging one of my pillows.  For a moment or two, it smelled like citrus and musk, and I never wanted to let that pillow go.

When Sarah finally woke up about 2 or 3 hours later, I was still in the same position, the occasional tear still falling but now hitting the pillow.  I was willing the scent to return and didn’t care how crazy I looked constantly sniffing a pillow.

“Um, breakfast?”

Shaking my head a bit, she decided movie day would be relocated to my room.  She left to get extra blankets and pillows when she got a call from Dr. Fell’s office.  So they set up an appointment for tomorrow morning.  Now that she had an appointment set, she reached out to her boss to take another day off, citing she had to go into the doctor’s office for tests to which he obliged and wished her good luck and saying he hoped everything would be ok.

Once taken care of, she brought the pillows and blankets to my room only to leave again for the kitchen, grabbing all the good junk food that didn’t require a fridge/freezer and set it up within reaching distance along with water, juice, and other beverages.  Once set up, she settled in on the other side of my bed and started the big movie marathon, starting off with Kong: Skull Island.  Not even 10 minutes into the movie, I was finding the citrus/musk smell returning to the pillow again, closing my eyes for a few moments to enjoy it while I could.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer holding on to the pillow, but him and his shirt.  Figuring this was another lucid dream, I tugged on the shirt to bring him closer to me which startled him, waking him up.

“Oh my dear, I have missed you.”  He held me as closely as I wanted.  Anyone looking on would have thought we were trying to mold into one.  He placed his chin on top of my head and held me close but delicately, afraid that he might be the one dreaming.

“I like this dream,” I said, your eyes still closed.

“If this is a dream, I hope we can stay here forever,” he responded.

“Me, too.”  Smiling into his chest, I adjusted a bit but held onto him like a lifeline, him doing the same in return.

It was a few minutes before he spoke again.  At a loss for his own words, instead he sang.

Come what may

I will love you

Until my dying day

“Come what may” I repeated, not enough energy to sing.  He wrapped his hands around my face and kissed me lightly.

“Indeed, my love.  Come what may.  I will always be here, and I will never, ever give up.”

“Can I stay here?  Like this?  So comfy.”

I could hear his sniffles mixed with a slight laugh.  “Of course my darling girl.  We can stay like this for however long you like.”

Lifting my head back up, I looked up at him and his face moved towards mine.  Moving slowly, I kissed him because if this was a dream, I was going to kiss this man as much as I could.  He returned the kiss, deepening it.  After a few minutes, we were forced to stop to catch our breath, and I nestled my head into the crook of his neck.

I wasn't sure why I was so exhausted in a dream, but I failed to notice that Tom had pushed the button to call for a nurse.  The nurse had peaked in seeing me awake, but by the time the doctor arrived, I had fallen back asleep.

Feeling someone shake me, I was irritated.  “Leave me alone……”

Sarah knew I had fallen asleep but didn't want me to end up awake all night.

“The movie is almost over.”

“smells good………….…mmmmm kisses………………”

“I’m not sure who you were snogging, but you seem to be in a better mood now.”

Opening my eyes, I was in my room turnt blanket/pillow fort, the last few minutes of Kong: Skull Island showing on the TV.

I smiled into the pillow and refused to let it go for the rest of the day, deeming it my good luck charm for dreaming.

Chapter 21

[jack-kellys]

Platonic sprace hurt/comfort plz and thank u (maybe in a modern au when one of them got bullied?)

tbh surprised i didn't put more hurt into it but we move

send me a request for smth short!

It’d taken forever for all the families to leave, and even longer for Race to force his own to wait for him back at home. Graduation had been much too emotional for his liking, his Mama crying tears as an official empty-nester while Jack had refused to let go of him for what felt like twenty whole minutes. Charlie had been calmer about it, since he’d only graduated high school the year before, but now all three of them had done it. His brothers had left it in the dust, but Race…

He bit his lip as he made his way over to the now-abandoned bleachers that occupied the asphalt city courtyard, plastic bottles and cups strewn underneath like old fallen snow. Only one girl sat on the highest row, back to him as he approached from behind. Her navy graduation gown sat beside her, fingers putting something to her lips. Race quickened his pace. 

“Took you long enough,” Spot scoffed as Race clambered his way next to her. The roasted, earthen smell of weed encased them both once he was close enough. “You were gone for like an hour.”

“You know how my family is,” he shrugged, grinning and wiggling his fingers for her blunt. “They just can’t get enough of me.” 

They passed it between them a few times, staring up at the northern outline of the city, backs to Spot’s home of Brooklyn. Race’s loose button down fluttered against the coming summer wind, and Spot’s red-and-black vertical striped jumper did the same. 

“You know,” she murmured, “I really did hate it here.” 

Race laughed, quieting when she turned to him with unamused blue eyes. 

“Uh, here?” he clarified. “Manhattan? Or…”

“This school. Come on.” It was her turn to laugh, though it wasn’t as bright as Race’s. “All those entitled bastards whining their way into colleges and through classes. It’s all done now, Racer, we can do what we want.”

Race frowned, leaning back onto his hands after passing her the blunt back. 

“I dunno,” he admitted. “Wasn’t all bad. I have a lot of good friends here, good sports. Good trouble, too.”

He nudged her side with a small smile, but Spot didn’t budge much. Instead she turned to him head on, swinging ones of her legs over the other side of the bench and looking at him. 

“High school sucked,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “Most of the people? Sucked. Teachers? Awful. Never any student support, ever.”

“..Okay, fine, got me there,” Race said, doing his best to chuckle. “The bar for a good high school experience’s pretty low, I thought. What, you think it was gonna be like the movies?”

“No,” Spot retorted, glancing away. Race watched her fight the urge to cross her arms, squaring her shoulders instead. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to be.”

Race felt his expression scrunch, confusion betraying him. Spot’s gaze flicked back to his, and her eyebrows raised.

“Oh, wow,” she snarked. “Racer, I didn’t pin you for that oblivious, just because the whole school loved you.”

“No they didn’t,” he laughed. How could they? He was this antsy, loud-mouthed, whiny–

“The funnyman charismatic outgoing sports guy is trying to tell me the school didn’t love him,” Spot muttered. “Isn’t the goal to grow up after graduation, Higgins?”

“Shut up,” he hissed, and Race felt heat rise to his cheeks. “That’s not who I am and you know it.”

“It’s who you were,” Spot shot back. “And I wasn’t. I was the.. the- the responsible, staying-in, talking-back Black girl who tagged along.”

“Spot, don’t-”

“Be hard on myself? Feel bad about it?” She shook her head. “Cause I don’t. I was myself through high school and people were assholes about it, just cause I wasn’t like you. And that’s fine, but it’s true, so high school sucked. Got it?”

Race pressed his lips together, wanting to argue.

Spot was the strongest person he knew. She protected her group of friends, always stuck to her beliefs, was never afraid to act tough, never afraid of anything, or at least refused to let it show. To him, she seemed impossible not to like, but… when she’d had to stand next to Race’s play-to-the-crowd attitude, the contrast of treatment made a disheartening amount of sense. 

He hoped one day she wouldn’t have to be so unmovable, unbreakable, that she could find a way to crumble and build back up again.

“My life would’ve been absolute shit if you were anything like me, but especially if you weren't anything like you. Do you got it?” Race finally mumbled.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, eyes on her shoes. “Lucky to have me, ain’t you.”

“Of course I am,” Race scoffed. “And I’m lucky to leave this all behind with you, too.”

Race sneakily pulled his friend into his side, Spot only squirming a few moments before chiseling herself just enough to allow her friend room in her rocky form to hold her. 

[final-girl96]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

September 1998

Two Years Later

Windsor College

I was woken by the ringing of my phone that sat on the night stand beside my bed. I groaned, blindly reaching for it. "Hello?" There was silence before a distorted voice spoke. "Hello, yn." I sat up and checked the caller ID box that sat beside my phone. "Do you know who this is?" I rolled my eyes, stretching before I answered. "Tim Carson. 555-2151. You know–" before I could finish they hung up. Both Sidney and I were getting calls non-stop, not that the new movie Stab was coming out.

After graduation Randy, Sidney and I all agreed we wanted to get as far from Woodsboro as we could get. We applied for colleges and all got into Windsor College in Ohio. Sidney is majoring in theater, Randy is in Film, and I'm majoring in psychology. It wouldn't have been my first choice. But I wanted to learn more about the human mind. I haven't heard from Stu for two years. I assumed he and Billy got the hell out of dodge since there was no report about them being caught.

But even though I haven't heard from him and I haven't seen him I have always had that feeling that someone is watching me. Everywhere I go I feel like I have eyes on me at all times. I knew he was out there somewhere watching me. There was no way he wasn't. Stu was obsessed with me. He was possessive over me. There wasn't any way he would just let it go. Let me go. He would be coming back for me. Hell, he probably came after me not long after I got back home. He's just waiting for the right moment.

But even though I haven't heard from him and I haven't seen him I have always had that feeling that someone is watching me. Everywhere I go I feel like I have eyes on me at all times. I knew he was out there somewhere watching me. There was no way he wasn't. Stu was obsessed with me. He was possessive over me. There wasn't any way he would just let it go. Let me go. He would be coming back for me. Hell, he probably came after me not long after I got back home. He's just waiting for the right moment.

I stood up and stretched before walking over to my closet. I was glad to have a dorm room to myself and not have to share with someone else. Sidney was just down the hall from me where she shared a room with Hallie. Hallie is also a psychology major. I was just pulling my shirt over my head when someone knocked on my door. "Coming!" I slipped the shirt down over my head and had it fixed before I answered the door. When I opened it Lindsay, the girl across the hall from me was standing there. "Hey. I grabbed your mail for you. Oh, and you might want to turn the news on."

I took the mail and a small box and thanked her. I closed my door, looking through the mail as I walked to my tv. I set the mail and the small box on my bed before sitting down and looking at what was on the news.

"Two Windsor College seniors, Maureen Evans and Phip Stevens, were murdered last night at the opening premiere of the new movie Stab."

I turned the TV back off, sighing as I grabbed the mail beside me. I had a letter from my dad, no doubt him sending me a check even though I begged him not to. I've told him time and time again I didn't need him sending me money but he still insisted. "I've gotta take care of my only daughter. I just want to make sure you have money for whatever you need. You're so far away and I worry." I opened the envelope and sure enough it's a check and a letter. I read the letter and got up to put the check in a lockbox for later.

The box didn't have any return address on it so I didn't know who it was from. I just assumed it was either someone trying to prank me or my dad had sent it too. I opened it and pulled out an envelope and a small velvet box. I opened the velvet box to find a heart shaped, golden, locket. It had the word forever engraved into it. I set it down and picked up the envelope and flipped it over. A chill ran down my whole body and what was written on the back.

Miss me? I've been watching.

I opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of Polaroid pictures of me. Pictures from back home in Woodsboro the night I came home, pictures of prom, pictures of spring break, graduation. Pictures of me packing up the car and pictures of me here in Windsor. But what creeped me out the most was the pictures of me sleeping. He had not only been in my bedroom at home but he also somehow got into my dorm room. There were even pictures from the time I spent at the cabin. Some of me sleeping and some of me when I would go outside and read.

I had always suspected that he was watching me. I could feel eyes on me everywhere I went. But never did I suspect that he was in my room while I slept. But it would also explain why things started to go missing. It was only little things but it was enough that I noticed. And it would explain the flowers I found in my room after graduation. I thought they were from my dad and had thought it was odd that he put them in my room instead of just giving them to me. But now I realize it was Stu this whole time.

I shoved the pictures back into the envelope and went to put it back in the box when I saw a piece of paper at the bottom of the box. With shaky hands I picked it up and unfolded it. I swear my heart stopped when I read what it said.

Look outside.

I set everything to the side and slowly stood up. I walked over to the window beside my bed and looked outside. Across the street was a tall figure, black zipped up holding, with the hood up. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone rang. I looked back at the figure, at Stu, before slowly reaching for the phone. When it was in my shaky hands I pressed the answer button, held it up to my ear and looked back out the window.

"I've missed you. It's time to come home."

[loreolympus2]

Dally and Mia’s first date

Mia walked out of the bathroom and saw Dally walking out of the theater.

“Hey, Dal! Where are ya goin’?” She asked.

“Just goin’ outside to wait for you,” he said, “Are ya ready to go?”

“Yes!” she said.

They spent the short walk to the Dingo talking about the two soc girls Dally decided to bother at the movies. Mia thought that it was hilarious how angry and scared they got when Dally bothered them. Cherry didn’t like Mia because her boyfriend, Bob would often flirt with Mia in English class even though Mia didn’t like it and always told him to leave her alone. Mia thought that Cherry was stuck-up and she didn’t know anything about Marcia, except that her boyfriend was Bob’s best friend.

When they reached the Dingo, they went inside and sat at a booth across from each other. A waitress came over and they both ordered cokes.

“School’s been real tough this week for me, Dal. I didn’t even tell you when I came to visit you, the socs on my debate team tried to jump me after practice but I held them off with the switchblade Two-Bit gave me and they all ran away.” Mia said.

“How many socs did you hold off?” Dally asked, intrigued.

“Five, I think.” Mia said.

Dally nodded, “That’s real tuff, Mia.”

Mia smiled.

Dally looked at Mia, her mini dress hugged her body. He glanced at her cleavage, “You know, you look real good in that dress, Mia.”

“Thank you,” she said. Mia was used to compliments from guys. Both greaser and soc guys flirted with her and complimented her constantly.

“I’m happy you got outta the cooler, Dal.” Mia said.

“Yeah, me too.” He said, putting his hand on her thigh, just above her knee and rubbing it.

The waitress came over with the cokes and put them down. Mia and Dally ordered cheeseburgers and French fries. Mia took a sip of her coke and Dally stirred the straw around in the cup. He looked at Mia’s cleavage again.

“I still can’t believe you held off five socs!” Dally said, smirking and laughing.

“Well, believe it! I may be short but I can handle myself, Dallas.” Mia said. She giggled after she said Dallas, she never called Dally by his full name except for when she was angry at him and she wasn’t angry.

“This coming from the same girl who I had to save from a group of socs two years ago?” Dally teased.

“Well I’m 14 now and that’s not the only time I’ve fought socs.” Mia said.

The waitress came back over and put the food out. Mia grabbed her cheeseburger and took a big bite out of it. Dally ate a few French fries and then took a bite of his cheeseburger. Mia looked at her watch.

“Seeing what time curfew is?” Dally asked, he took a long sip of his coke.

“No, my brothers don’t even know I’m here. No one does except you and you know I can be secretive about where I go. I didn’t tell them when I see you in jail, remember?” Mia said.

“Yes, of course I remember that!” Dally said, smirking, “You didn’t tell anyone that I was taking you out?”

Mia nodded and sipped her coke, “You know how they are. Darry would kill me and the rest would tell me that I can do better. Maybe I can, but I wanted you to take me out. Also Steve would get jealous, he’s definitely into me. Ever since Two-bit dared us to kiss like 3 months ago during that game of truth or dare, he’s been flirting with me and Soda gets annoyed.”

“Yeah.” Dally nodded and took another bite of his burger, “they would all definitely flip out if they found out that we’re on a date.”

Mia giggled. They finished their meal and Dally insisted on paying for both of them. They got up out of the booth and walked out of the restaurant.

“Let me walk you home, doll,” Dally said, putting his arm around Mia.

She smiled and nodded. “So, are you and Sylvia really done forever because you have broken up like 7 times,” Mia said.

“Yeah. I like someone else,” Dally said, smirking.

Mia looked at him, confused. They were standing in front of her house.

“So, are we doing this again?” Dally asked.

“Yes!” Mia said, smiling.

He cupped her face with his hand and leaned in to kiss her. She leaned in closer and her lips melted into his. The kiss was passionate and his lips were soft. His tongue explored her mouth and she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled away and said “Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Dally!” She said, waving and walking into her house.

[kittypiesthings]

Fan fiction time!

I've been friends with Changbin for almost 3 years now. You'd think that being best friends with a celebrity would be something hard, but actually... He made it easy.

We met at a fan meeting, cause I was holding some cupcakes in the form of a rabbit pig. He laughed so hard while I was crying saying for him to taste, cause I had learn just to show him! After the fan meeting we met at a cafe and he remembered me and we exchanged contacts. Since then we've been getting out together almost every weekend if he has time. That's actually what happened today.

I received a text from him at 6am asking if I wanted to spend the night and we could watch a movie. To tease me he said I could teach him the cupcake recipe. I send voice message saying that I would teach him and then without him knowing I would poison him because of all the jokes about the cupcakes.

Then I got super nervous. We've been friends all these years, but truth is, I have a massive crush on him. Everytime we would go to gyms together I could not stop looking at him. Without makeup, focused and stretching.

There was actually one time where he helped me with an exercise. He had to put his arms around me to teach and he got so close that I felt like dying.

Now it's 5pm and I need to get ready to go to his house. The movie choice was horror cause I know how scared he gets and I love to tease him afterwards. I chose a basic sweater and went with some short shorts in case I got too hot.

Arriving at his home I could not help but feel some weird ass butterflies on my stomach. It was the first time I would spend the night. 2 years ago he got so drunk that he slept at my place. But now, we were both sober. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and rang the bell.

He opened the door and I looked at him. For brief seconds I noticed that he was wearing a black T-shirt really tight to his body and some black shorts. His hair was black with little waves and he was wearing fake black glasses. He opened a smile and I just melt. How could someone be so gorgeous?

"Are you gonna stand there forever?" He laughed.

Oh my god, I'll kill him. I threw the bag I was holding on to him and made my way inside.

The movie was already prepared on the TV and the house smelled like sweet popcorns.

"You're a sweetie, you made the popcorns for me? " I asked as I sat on the sofa.

"As if! " he chuckled but still passed me the cup with the popcorns. Then he added.

"I really hope you choke on one"

I looked at him with a smirk.

"Like you could ever live without me. If I'm not here who will hold you when the movie gets too scary and you start crying like a baby? "

He sat next to me giving a slap on my neck.

"Why did you had to choose a scary movie? "

"Cause it's my way of entertaining myself. Looking at your face"

I laughed and grabbed the remote. I waited for him to dim down the lights and got comfortable.

I couldn't help but notice that throughout the first minutes of the movie our legs were touching. I don't if its just my mind, but I feel a kind of strange vibe tonight.

I caught him staring at me.

"Are you that scared to look at the movie? " I giggled.

"Y/n...have you ever thought about us.. Like in a non friendship way? "

The question caught me out of surprise. What am I supposed to answer?

"I don't know. " I said, then still staring at him I asked "Have you?"

He seemed to thought for a minute then turned his direction to the movie.

"Maybe"

He just said that and payed attention to the movie. I felt my heart start to race. I put down the cup and I pushed him jokingly.

"You can't say things like that and just ignore after"

I was still laughing but he looked so serious.

"Y/n"

He was almost staring at my soul and I felt my blood boiling.

"Can I ask you to do something?"

Oh boy... I'll do anything right now.

I gave a slight nod and he took a breath before saying:

"Put your head between my thighs so I can crush you"

What? He wants me to what? He was still looking at me, his legs slightly opened.

"You want me to what?"

Before I could say anything else he came to me and kissed me. Not a k-drama kiss though. A real kiss. I could feel the cold of his glasses contrasting with the warmth of his lips. He backed up a bit to breathe.

"Maybe I want something more." He said in a husky voice. That's what I needed. No more words. I took his glasses of and jumped on top of him. I could feel his breathing starting to race and my heart beating so fast. I grabbed his face and kissed him.

This time I could feel everything. His tongue on my mouth, I could smell his perfume and the body lotion scent from his skin. I could feel his bump on my private parts.

His arms were grabbing my butt, squeezing it almost making some sort of force to pull me to him.

I could hear the movie playing but my mind was not even paying attention.

Carefully, he started to take of my shirt without breaking the kiss and layed me on the sofa, taking his shirt too.

I looked at him... His neck, his chest, his stomach... I wanted to kiss every single part of him. And that's what I did.

I pushed him against the sofa and took of his shorts, along with the underwear. He was completely exposed beneath me and I think that in all of these 3 years, this might be the prettiest he has ever looked.

With a bit of gymnastic I took of the rest of my clothes and sat on top of him.

I could feel every inch of him feeling up my insides. He let out a moan while he grabbed my waist to help me move.

I leaned down to kiss him. A more urgent kiss. His hands were all over me.

While I was distracted by the sound of him breathing he grabbed me and layed me down on the warm floor.

He smiled for a bit and whispered.

"I need to go get a condom. "

I let out a giggle while I saw him getting up. Then he stopped.

"Actually, you're coming with me. "

He picked me up from the floor onto his lap. I grabbed his neck while laughing and he walked us into his room.

He threw me to the bed and without breaking eye contact he grabbed the condom and put it on.

"Do you have any idea of how beautiful you look right now?"

His comment made me blush and unconsciously I closed my legs a bit.

He smirked. Without saying a word he forced my legs open and positioned himself on top of me.

The way he did that was so rough and fast that one minute he had his hands on my legs and the next one he kissed me while I came.

He started to go faster. With each stroke a moan. Our breaths started to get faster and louder, mixing up with the sounds of our bodies.

The world vanished.

In that moment it was him grabbing my hair... My legs almost on his shoulders. His other hand on one of my breasts, stimulating me.

"Changbin" I started saying "I'm gonna come"

He smiled.

"Then do that while looking at me. If you stop looking I'll stop. "

His voice tone so demanding, he moved his hand from my breast to my chin, demanding that I looked at him.

I could see him staring, moving... Without stopping we came at the same time looking at each other.

I could still feel his member pulsating inside of me before he take it out.

He layed next to me, his breathing still rough.

After all that a thought came up to my mind.

"What do we do now? "

I looked at him, still gasping for air. He put his hand on my cheek.

"Now? We keep going." He said before kissing me.

The rest... Well, the rest is history.

Again... You're here. You and me. We go touch grass.

[healeroflightanddark]

Bonds of the Soul, Chapter 13: Feelings

This is the chapter I've been really looking forward to posting for the last four months. I started planning it back when I posted Chapter 4 on February 15, and I wrote it on February 25. I'm so excited to finally be able to post it!

Later that night, the four counterparts were sleeping in Yuya’s bed together. Yoko and Yusho had ordered a bigger bed for them, since they didn’t really fit on the bed all together and there really weren’t any more places for them to sleep, but the new bed hadn’t arrived yet.

Yuri was having a nightmare, seeing the carnage of the horror movie they had watched that evening even in his sleep. But it was even worse, because in his nightmare the horror movie monsters were slaughtering his counterparts.

“No… No… please…” Yuri whimpered in his sleep, thrashing around. “Not them… don’t hurt them… no…”

Yuto woke up first, hearing Yuri whimpering. Yuya and Yugo were awakened by Yuri’s thrashing, as he accidentally kicked both of them in his sleep. They were about to try and wake Yuri, when he suddenly sat bolt upright with a scream, “NO!”

It took Yuri a moment to realize where he was. Then, Yuya sat up and turned on the lamp, lighting up the room. Yuri looked at his counterparts with wide, panicked eyes, only calming down when he saw that they were all alive and unharmed.

“Okay, I think we can all agree, never let Yuri see a horror movie before bed,” Yugo said, patting the Fusion duelist’s shoulder.

“Th-the creatures… they were killing you three…” Yuri stammered quietly. Yuto pulled Yuri into a hug. “We’re okay, don’t worry. We’re all safe.”

Yuya and Yugo turned the hug into a group hug, and Yuri slowly calmed down. After a long moment, he spoke. “I… I think…”

He stopped, and his counterparts waited patiently. But he never said what he thought. After about a minute of silence, Yugo spoke up. “You think what?”

Yuri hesitated. Then, in a very quiet voice, he said, “I think… I… like you guys…”

“Like… as friends?” Yuya asked. Yuri shook his head. “N-no… like… I like you, like you…”

Yuto, Yugo, and Yuya were quiet for a moment. Then Yuto said, “Me too… I think I like you guys too…”

“Oh thank god, I thought I was the only one!” Yugo exclaimed in relief. “Like… I can’t decide who I like more, I just like you all equally!”

“Me too!” Yuya said. “I mean, I liked Yuto first, but then I started liking Yuri too, and then I liked Yugo, and I was kicking myself over it cuz I like three people!”

That brought smiles and soft laughter to the whole group. They lay back down on the bed, snuggling together with the light still on. After a moment, Yuri asked, “So, uhm, when did you all realize you like me?”

“For me it was when you helped me with my math homework,” Yugo confessed. “I realized just how smart you are, plus you didn’t get annoyed when I kept making mistakes. You were really patient, and you actually helped me to understand math a little better.”

“For me it was when we were trying to bake cupcakes, and we ended up throwing all the batter at each other,” Yuya said. “It was a lot of fun, and I really wanna do it again with you sometime!”

Yuri grinned. Then Yuto smirked and said, “For me it was the massage chairs at the mall. Your reaction to them was adorable. I kept thinking about tickling you the whole way home. You really have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge!”

Yuri blushed and hid his face as Yugo and Yuya chuckled in amusement. Then Yugo asked, “What about me? When did you all realize you like me?”

“When we went on our first D-Wheel ride in Maiami City together,” Yuya said. “The sun was setting, and we stopped to watch it on the bridge together, and you looked so pretty lit up by the sunset. You were practically glowing! And then we started dancing together, and I just wanted that moment to last forever.”

“I realized I liked you the first time I went to tell you that Yuya’s parents had left to go on a date,” Yuto said. “You had motorcycle grease on your face, and you didn’t even notice, and you were just so cute!”

“For me it was when you cried over that cupcake Yuya’s mom gave you at the mall,” Yuri said. “I just wanted to comfort you and make you happy, and give you everything you were never allowed to have.”

Yugo smiled softly, snuggling closer to his counterparts. Yuya smiled. “What about me?”

“I realized I liked you when Yugo and I were dueling and you tried to stop us,” Yuto sighed. “When Yugo’s attack was coming straight for you, I knew I couldn’t just let you get hurt. I never would have forgiven myself.”

Yuya reached out and gently squeezed Yuto’s hand comfortingly. He smiled when Yuto squeezed back.

“I knew I liked you the first time I saw you smile,” Yuri admitted. “It felt like the whole world got a little brighter, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment, but in a good way. I’d never felt anything like that before, and I wanted to be with you forever so that I could always see you smile.”

“I realized I liked you when we were watching you practice your gymnastics for the first time,” Yugo said, wiggling a little in excitement at the mere memory. “You were amazing! I’d never seen gymnastics before, and you’re so good at it! I was worried that you would make a mistake and hurt yourself, but you were like a pro!”

Yuya giggled. “I’ve made mistakes during training before, just not in a long time!”

“Well, what about me?” Yuto asked.

“When you carried Yuya into the house after he snuck out to go to that 7-Eleven,” Yuri said, pouting a little. “I’ll admit I was a bit jealous. But it took me a moment to realize I was jealous of Yuya, not you. I wanted you to carry me like a princess like that.”

Yuto smiled. “That can be arranged!”

Yuri blushed and buried his face in Yugo’s chest. Yugo chuckled. “For me it was when I tasted the pizza you made. It was the best pizza I’ve ever tasted, and I just wish there was more. You’re a really good cook!”

Yuya smiled, “He is, isn’t he? For me it was around the same time you realized you liked me. When I was holding you in my arms, and realizing that you weren’t going to make it. My heart was breaking at the thought of losing you.”

Yuto squeezed Yuya’s hand again and gave him a smile. “Well, now I’m okay, and here with you. We all are.”

The four counterparts were quiet for a few minutes. Then Yugo said, “So… does this mean we can all be in a relationship together?”

Yuri smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Me too,” Yuto said.

“Yeah!” Yuya said happily. “All four of us, together!”

“YES!” Yugo cheered, fistpumping. Yuya, Yuri, and Yuto all giggled at how cute his excitement was.

And that was how the four counterparts started a quad polyamorous relationship together.

[cigaretteparfum-library]

2024.06.04

Stay.

That is the word, I realise, that I hope to hear him say, which he never did: Stay.

I just want to know if the feeling was mutual: if he likes having me around as much as I like being around him.

Truly, what I want is for him to want me.

Stay.

I wish he would say that.

He never says that.

“Shit, it’s raining.”

The pouring came over so suddenly and violently during the day: one moment it was quiet; the next, all of a sudden hard raindrops were hitting the roofs. It came so suddenly, in fact, that he jolted awake on his bed because of it.

I swivel on his desk chair, having stopped the movie that I was watching on his PC, looking at him disoriented and surprised and I say, “It’s raining.”

He sighs. And he drops himself back on the mattress with a grunt, turning to lie on his stomach. I stare at him for a moment before returning to my movie.

The rain continues well into the night, only briefly changing in its intensity as though it was about to stop only to then pour hard again mere minutes later, as though teasing me specifically. I have to go home, but it’s impossible for me in this weather. I voiced my concern about it to him earlier, and with ease he said, “So just sleep over here.”

I blinked. And blinked. He has occupied his desk chair back and I sat on the second, smaller chair next to his. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised and shrugged. “Or you can call for a cab, that works too. Your choice.”

“No fucking way,” I scoffed. “That’s way too expensive.”

He shrugged again. “So, sleep over.”

I didn’t say anything, only took a long drag of my cigarette.

It’s a Friday on my off day, and tomorrow, Saturday, I’ll work on evening shift while he’s taking his weekend off. I’ve been here since some time past midday, and have now spent over six hours hanging out in his place.

He doesn’t care about the length of my stay: never does. But I’ve been trying to be conscious about it and limit my stay to up to 4-5 hours only. Social propriety and common sense, the two things I’ve never really been good at, are what I’m slowly trying to learn after I overstayed my welcome once.

He didn’t say anything then, but I was aware that I was overstaying my welcome. The reason why I didn’t leave when I felt that I had to was because I simply enjoyed being around him too much, and he kept saying that he was fine with it and that I could leave whenever I want. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to be around him. So I shamelessly took his words at face value. But I thought he had already too much of my by the end of my visit. To this day, I still can’t tell how he felt exactly on that day, and any attempts to figure out has only served to make me more confused. He doesn’t really care, he said. But I know that people normally care. I don’t know whether to take his words at face value or not, and I already tend to overthink things, so I stopped trying to figure out and instead beginning to learn some self control.

I want to be around him as much as possible, but this is not about what I want: this is about what’s proper. Hanging out with a friend for three to four hours seem reasonable, five is the max limit and already pushing it; so I cap it off at five.

If it were up to me, however, I’d like to stay with him forever.

But this isn’t about what I want.

He has fallen asleep again and I curl on the thick carpet on the floor right next to him on the mattress. In his sleep he has let his right arm hang over the edge where it comfortably rests on my hand. I savour the skin contact as I watch him sleep, feeling quite tired and sleepy myself but not yet willing to succumb into it. I understand how Steven Tyler felt now when he sang that he didn’t want to close his eyes and missed a thing.

Our time together has been so limited lately and it’s all because I consciously try to limit it; that doesn’t mean that I want to, only that I think I have to. I don’t want him to dislike me; I don’t want to lose my privileges of being near him and have him consider me a friend. It’s agony, in truth: when I want nothing more than to breathe the same air as he does, but afraid that if I were to indulge myself in it too much, his patience would eventually run thin and our friendship strained.

I have truly become a satellite orbiting around him: close enough, but never enough.

I’d settle for this. I’d rather have a little bit of him than none at all.

I think I may be falling in love. That would explain why I’m so agonised when we’re apart, yet tormented still when we’re together: I know that I can’t have him. He’s not into me, and I’m way too green and naive for him.

I love the way he speaks softly, even if it’s sometimes hard for me to hear. I love the way that he smiles. I love that he’s so patient in dealing with me. I love the air around him that brings me calm. I love the way he gets mad at my superiors and bosses. I love that he lets me draw on his skin. I love it when he shows me things. I am forever grateful that he let me into his life.

I actively seek out his company—in fact, I yearn for it. He doesn’t feel the same way, though. He never seems to miss me when I’m not around, even if he’s always welcoming when I say that I want to hang out.

I think about him all the time; I reckon I barely cross his mind.

This is fine—this is not—but I’ll settle for this.

I’ll settle for this.

The hour is approaching ten: my phone notification has been sounding off nonstop with my work group chat when everyone is sending their proof of tidying up and cleaning the area after operational hour.

He’s lying on his side facing me still, and I’m still fighting off the sleepiness that has been trying to take over. His cat is curled behind my leg, asleep also.

I want to kiss him. To touch him. But I keep my hands to myself.

I remember the first night we spent together: we met on a dating app and went out for a date. Afterwards, he invited me to his place. I was fully expecting sex: not because I was already into him—not yet—but because that’s how things usually go for me. But although we made out and cuddled afterwards, we didn’t have sex.

I still think about his lips on mine and his arms wrapped around my back. I don’t reckon he misses my lips as much as I miss his. The feeling has only worsened with time. I force myself to settle with this: I am a friend of his, and that should be good enough. Even if I don’t think friends daydream about kissing and making love to the other.

I think he knows that I’m into him: he’s much smarter than me, with better grasp on social conventions and propriety. And I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, anyway—got me in trouble at work several times because of it. But he lets me make my own decisions, and I think he has actually let me down gently once, when he said that we were just friends. He took the word ‘just’ when he repeated his saying because I tilted my head at him, but I heard it.

I heard it, and I felt it.

He would never be mine, and I would never be his—not in the way that I want, anyway.

I’m already his, even if he doesn’t know it; even if he doesn’t want me. Should he ever call, I’m certain that I’d drop everything and come running. But he never calls. He never needs me. He never actively sought out my company: if I want to come around he’s fine with it; if I don’t, then he’s fine with it as well.

I’m the only one that feels this way.

I’m the only one in love.

It’s such a lonely feeling: being his satellite.

The rain has stopped and he shifts on the mattress, suddenly awakens. He’s always been a light sleeper, but this time he doesn’t go right back to sleep.

He looks at me blinking sleepy on the floor and rolls on the mattress. “If you want to take the bed,” he says.

I yawn. “No, it’s fine—I think I’m going home.”

He knits his eyebrows. “What time is it?”

I shrug. “Definitely past ten, but I don’t know exactly.”

He rises from the mattress and walks over towards his desk where his phone is plugged, charging. “It’s a quarter past eleven.”

“Yeap.” I push myself to sit. “So I should go home, while the rain has stopped.”

He calls my name in disbelief. “It’s late.”

I shrug. “I’ve gone home past midnight after drinking in bars; I should be fine.”

He calls my name again, a little more pressing this time. “Sleep over,” he insists. “It’s already late anyway, and I can see that you’re tired. Stay; sleep over.”

The word that I’ve always wanted to hear him say, but not in circumstances like these: I want him to ask me to stay because he wants me around, not because of the hour. I ask for too much, I know. But— “Seriously, it’s fine. I should’ve gone home hours ago anyway, but it was raining like hella.”

He shakes his head. “All right then,” he says, “suit yourself.”

I grab my jacket off the hanger on his walls and put it on without facing him. I wish he would insist more.

But he always lets me make my own decision, and I’ve already made it: even if it’s not one I’d rather make.

Text me when you get home, he messages me. I see the notification flag but not opening the text. I feel so empty on the ride back home—and cold, but I’d rather think it’s because of the weather instead of anything else.

I want him to ask me to stay, but not because he thinks he ought to. He’s a good friend: a caring one. But I can’t take being cared for by him when I crave for so much more. This is the way that I am: I take, and I take, and I take until there’s nothing left to take, and I’ll take that nothing as well. I already know that that’s how I’ll be, so I try to limit and control myself. But I often work in extremes, so if I can’t have it, because I know I’ll take more than what I’m initially given, then I’ll have none of it. This is what I figure is best for everyone.

I want him to ask me to stay, though. He did, but it wasn’t good enough. I always ask for too much.

[officially-going-to-bed]

On the morning of Jax’s funeral, I layed in bed and sobbed. I thought about everything we had done. My shining knight, my best friend. He’d been with me my whole life. All the times we had played dolls and painted together. All the movies we watched and all the late nights together. He was gone for good. 

He was there for me when I fell out of the big oak in my yard and I was there when he jumped out of it to save me and broke his collarbone. 

I was there when his mom kicked him out and he was there when my dad passed.

We had each other. That’s all we needed. I only wish it could’ve been forever. I wish I could still see his face, hear his cheer from the audience, hold him when the nightmares were just too much. 

I almost couldn’t bring myself to go to the funeral. 

“When I die, bury me in a super fancy coffin, my dad is rich.” We sat and talked about plans. 

“But I’d miss you!” I protested. 

“Fine, you can keep, like, a toe,” he amended, “Actually, no. Donate my body so less people have to deal with this.” We agreed that would be best and he went over it with his dad and his step-mom. They agreed too. 

The funeral was open casket. His dad told me it would be. I didn’t think I could look in the casket. I had just walked in and I was crying. I took a breath and looked. Bad choice. He didn’t look like Jax. He didn’t look like Jax. I would never see my Jax again. Ever. I sobbed.

I spoke during the service. I cried through the whole thing.

“Jax was my best friend. He meant the world to me. We’d been friends since we were 2. We spent almost every day together. We made dumb choices, we acted together, we walked home from school together. I miss him more than anything. I wish we could’ve had just a year. 2 years. Anything, really. I just want more time with him.” I couldn’t finish the rest of the speech. Jax was gone forever.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

when i think about you, i touch myself

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you & eddie have been friends forever. when he arrives early to your house one day to hang out, he encounters something unexpected.  part 1 of 2.

word count: 2.6k 

warnings: smut, obviously. basically reader touches herself and eddie watches, unbeknownst to her. 

a/n: i don’t know if anything like this has been done yet, so i’m sorry if it has! i have no time to read or see every single fic out there. if you want added to the taglist, let me know! also, this should go without saying, but minors DNI. 

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Hanging out with y/n had always been a major highlight for Eddie. The two had been friends since her arrival in Hawkins during Eddie’s second senior year, when she herself had entered her first & only senior cycle. She chose to remain in Hawkins after she graduated, a fact that left Eddie completely baffled. She was smart, she was driven, she could grab the world by the ass if she wanted, so why stay in a shitty town like Hawkins? In any case, though, Eddie was glad that she was still there; it gave him something to look forward to, aside from Hellfire Club and shows with his band.

Weekends belonged mostly to them, unless they had other obligations. She also never missed one of his Tuesday shows, and they always hung out together afterward. They would go to one of their homes–usually hers–where they listened to music, smoked weed, drank beer, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Not only did they have fun every time they were together, but they were each other’s rock. Eddie didn’t have a best friend–hell, he barely had a handful of real friends–but y/n was as close as it got for him. When something good happened, she was the first he went to so they could celebrate together. When he needed to vent, or was angry, or frustrated, she was the first he came to so that she could calm him down; it was something she was damn good at doing. They knew everything about each other–or at least, almost everything. Eddie had a secret, one that he would never dare speak aloud. 

He was in love with her. 

He could even pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It was close to the end of the 1984-85 school year, and that particular day had been terribly rainy. Neither of them had an umbrella or raincoat, and by the time Eddie had driven them to her place, it was coming down like a damn waterfall. Both had become soaked in the short distance from Eddie’s van to her front door, and they had to change into drier clothes right away. She’d put on a long shirt with shorts beneath, and she gave him some oversized clothes that she believed would fit until his own were dry. Once they were toweled off and changed, they sat on the couch to watch a movie before her parents got home. Eddie didn’t even know what the film was, nor could he tell anyone if he tried to remember. y/n had taken to lying against him, cuddling close as he held her in turn. The warmth of her body, the sound of her laughter at the film, feeling her just existing against him as her focus remained on the television…it had been the most beautifully simple thing in the world. It had opened an absolute Pandora’s box of emotions for him, and he fell fucking hard for her.

He could never tell her, though. He knew that someone as beautiful as y/n would never love him in return, nor would she ever want to. How could she, when she was a goddess and he was Eddie Munson? He was a freak, an outcast who drank too much, did too many drugs and dealt even more, was a high school senior at the age of twenty, and played D&D with a group of teenagers. Not only that, but she was always dating someone–in school and out–or gushed over this person or that person, so the feelings were likely unreciprocated. Eddie felt as if he deserved an award for not losing his shit and revealing his true feelings in the process, every damn time someone new entered her picture.

But, little did he know, things would soon change with the most unexpected turn of events.

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One day, when Eddie and y/n were set to hang out, Eddie was supposed to practice with his band first. To his equal delight and dismay, however, the session was moved to the following day, due to another obligation of a bandmate. So, instead of waiting several hours to go see y/n, he decided to go over a little early and surprise her. He had a pack of beer and a bag of weed with their names written all over it, and was ready to unwind with her. Metallica blasted from the van’s speakers, jazzing him up as he drummed on the steering wheel and sang along. He was having a blast, and by the time he reached y/n’s, he was bursting at the seams with excitement. He wanted to get stoned off his ass, kick his feet up with a beer, and find ways to make her laugh. To him, her laughter was the best music, and he was so happy that he could bring it out of her the way he did.

Eddie pulled in behind her vehicle, killing the engine and getting out with his goods. He discovered that the front door was locked, and found the key in the hiding spot she’d once shown him. He let himself in, looking around at the empty place upon entering. It was eerily quiet, which was confusing to him. She had to be home; her vehicle was parked outside, but it appeared as if no one were there. Worry soon stole over him, and he hastily placed the beer & weed on the nearest surface before frantically searching for her. He was paranoid that something could be terribly wrong, and he knew that he would never relax until he was certain that she was alright. 

He found out where she was soon enough. As he was turning a corner to walk into another room, he heard moaning coming from upstairs. It wasn’t a painful, distressed sound; it was pleasurable, and loud enough that he heard it downstairs. Eddie stopped in his tracks, listening closely to see if he’d been correct. It was silent for what seemed like forever, and Eddie began to doubt what he heard. But then it came again, a little louder than before, and he knew that he was right in the first place. He assumed that the sound was coming from her bedroom, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel jealous at the thought of her with someone else. She wasn’t even his girlfriend, but goddammit, he was desperately in love with the girl. How much longer could he endure seeing her with other people, before it finally broke him or drove him to confess his feelings? The universe was always playing some kind of sick joke on him, but dangling y/n in front of him & then yanking her away had to be the cruelest, by far. 

Eddie listened again, inching up the stairs to get closer to her room. He heard no other voices, and no sounds that indicated she was having sex with someone. He was perplexed, but kept moving, being careful not to make any noise that would alert her. He wanted to see what was going on, and whether she was with someone else or not; he wouldn’t be able to let it go until he knew. He was aware that, while his curiosity would eat him alive if he didn’t investigate, he may not like the answer that he received. He needed it, anyway, and mentally prepared himself for what he could potentially find.

Eddie followed the sounds of her moans to her bedroom door, already feeling like a creep. Her door was open a sizable crack, and he could see through it well enough without having to open it any further and possibly giving himself away. He was relieved to see no one else in the room with her, but y/n was still moaning as she lay upon her bed. A thin blanket covered her lower half, one arm thrown above her head as the other was hidden by the covering. It clicked for Eddie what was going on, and he swallowed thickly as he watched her hand moving under the blanket. She had a shirt on, but no bra, because he could see her nipples clearly poking through the fabric as they hardened. 

While Eddie was completely stunned by the sight, he knew that it was wrong to stay. To do so would not only be such a perverted move, but it would be a complete invasion of her privacy. He reluctantly forced himself to look away, feeling flustered as he turned to leave. He would just have to come back later, at the original time he was supposed to; a few hours wasn’t too bad to wait. But damn, did he really want to stay and watch her, no matter where the hands on his morality compass sat. He had an obligation as a good friend and a decent human being to leave her to her own devices, but seeing her like that? The very girl that he’d thought about in the same way, many times, was touching herself right in front of him; to say that he was torn was a serious understatement. 

Eddie cursed under his breath, and took two steps toward the stairs. That was as far as he got, because he’d frozen dead in his tracks by what he heard next. His big brown eyes only widened, and if he’d still had hold of the stuff he brought with him, it would have dropped to the floor. The same sound came again, and Eddie swivelled on the spot to assure that it wasn’t wishful thinking. But no; it had been clear as day that second time, and then it came a third.

“Eddie!”

His name, coming in the form of a hot moan from inside of her bedroom. The first time, he’d wondered if she had seen him before he had walked away and was simply calling for him. He was in utter disbelief that she would be fantasizing over him to begin with, because why on Earth would she? Eddie did ponder the notion that it could be another Eddie, but did she even know anyone else with that name? His mind turned over every conceivable reason, but y/n did not stop saying the name. Eddie forced himself to walk back to her door, peeking in to see what she was doing. What he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his gaze was immediately glued only to her. 

The blanket was down a little further, barely covering y/n’s lower half. Her fingers were working faster, and Eddie could tell from the placement of her hand that she was most likely rubbing her clit with her middle finger. The arm that was previously above her head was now grabbing at her throat, rubbing her neck before dipping inside of her shirt to grab her breast. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, and she cried out as she began pulling on her nipple. The hand below the blanket slid down further as she toyed with her breast, and she gasped loudly at the sensation. A filthy string of moans escaped her, and Eddie could only assume that she was fingering herself at this point due to her new hand placement. 

Eddie could feel blood rushing to his cock, and he stood rooted in place as he continued to watch. He felt like some sort of disgusting creep, and he didn’t know how he could look her in the eye ever again. At the moment, however, the most rational part of his brain had gone out the window. His jeans were growing tighter by the second due to everything she was doing to herself in there, and his mind was now clouded with lustful judgment. Every stroke of her fingers, every pinch of her nipple, every sound she made, it was driving him absolutely wild. He didn’t think he could ever be more attracted to her, but this whole situation was proving him completely wrong.

“Eddie,” she breathed, her eyes still closed as she massaged her breast. Eddie could see her rolling the hardened bud of her nipple between her fingers, and her head snapped back as she fucked herself even deeper and more rapidly. Her breath quickened, and a lazy smile formed on her lips as she mewled. “Eddie, fuck…”

y/n’s hand shifted to the opposite breast, and he noticed the hitch of her breath when she made contact. Her legs were shaking under the blanket, and her back lifted slightly from the mattress once more. Her hand moved upward after a few minutes, rubbing quick circles on her clit as she began to grow louder & more desperate in volume. It was the hottest fucking thing that Eddie had ever seen, and he felt so dirty for even thinking it. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, and yet there he stood, spying on his best friend while she had a personal moment. It felt like such a violation, but his goddamn never-ending curiosity had forced him to remain there. Not only did he want to watch her masturbate to him, but he had a nagging desire to know what she was thinking. What had gotten her so worked up in the first place? What was she fantasizing about at the moment that had turned her on so much, that she had to get herself off to it? The line he was walking with the whole circumstances was a fine, risky one, but the painful erection he had was demanding he stay until she finished. After that, maybe he could–

No. No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t make himself known and tell her that he’d heard everything. Jesus jumping Christ, what was wrong with him? If he wanted to potentially damage the friendship beyond repair, then of course he could go in there and reveal what he’d done. While the only remaining shred of sense he had was telling him that it was a stupid idea, the horny part of him needed it to happen the other way. Fuck, he wanted her so badly that he ached, and if she rejected him or never spoke to him again, then he would absolutely deserve it. But she was moaning his name; something told him that, while she may be surprised, she would most likely welcome him. Either way, he was prepared, and with a shaky sigh, he turned his full attention back to her. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, her mewls turning more heated as her breathing grew heavier. Her hands worked fast, the quickest that Eddie had seen them so far. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

Eddie was unable to stop the grin that formed on his face. He could tell that she was close, and sure enough, it didn’t take her long to cum. The sounds she made as she reached her orgasm were like music to Eddie’s ears, and his cock throbbed in his pants because of it. His name fell repeatedly from her lips, her face twisted in ecstasy as she arched her back, her legs pushing the thin covering further down to expose her mound. Eddie bit the corner of his lip, unzipping his fly to alleviate some of the pressure on his erection. He watched as she came down from her high, blissed out with sweat shining on her skin, her nipples still erect beneath her shirt. Her hands came into view from where they’d been, and Eddie could see the fingers that she’d used on her pussy were glistening. Eddie knew, right then and there, that he was beyond fucked. How could he not go in there, after seeing that? He was ready for anything–rejection, acceptance, anger, surprise, whatever may come. If he didn’t work up the nerve now, after everything that he’d just seen, then he never would. He knew himself well enough to know that much. 

Taking a deep breath and shelving his nerves, Eddie gave y/n a few minutes to regain herself, and then stepped inside of her room.

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