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petersbaby · 2 years ago

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ALRIGHT this one is pretty rushed, I wrote it at like 12am last night, hope u like it anyway <3 I need to update the masterlist, I’ll try to do that sometime today

Stepbro!eddie x Attention wh0re reader installment #2

Warnings: possessive vibes, stepcest, oral m receiving, smut, use of “daddy” and “baby” pet names, reader is a lil crybaby

“Okay, I’ll be right back, guys.” Eddie announces, grabbing you hard by the wrist and pulling you away. When him and his friends were all in the living room playing DND, you just so happened to “coincidentally” come in wearing a skimpy top and your too-short pajama shorts.

Your brothers friends were not the most attractive bunch, but there was one in particular that you’d started realizing is actually cute. Gareth, you think. He was definitely the best out of all of them, besides Eddie, of course. They were all gathered around the large coffee table with game pieces, papers, and soda cans all over it.

You were bored, wanted to get a little attention, and knew those virgins would give all of theirs to you. You entered the room quietly and took a seat on the couches arm rest, perched prettily and watching the boys play.

You tried your hardest to seem like you know what’s going on, observing confusedly for a few minutes.

Soon enough, they had nearly stopped playing as their eyes were glued to you and you were loving it. Eddie didn’t notice you even coming in, only noticed when the guys were distracted and not paying attention.

That’s when he looked over and saw you, a bit of anger in his eyes right away.

He pulled you into the kitchen, angry-whispering to you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop being a slut in front of my friends.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You say, feigning innocence.

“You know what I think? I think you can’t stand it when I pay attention to something other than you. You want to make me jealous because you know I can’t do anything about it. You’re my step sister, so I just have to sit back and let my friends drool over you. I can’t do anything about it now, but when they leave, I sure as hell can.”

The words honestly sting a bit. You were just messing around and he was genuinely angry at you. Your bottom lip quivered slightly and tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, feeling ashamed and regretful that you upset him.

His expression softens once the first tear falls, he can’t stand to see you cry.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay pretty girl. You just want attention, I know.”

You nod silently and step closer to him to rest against his chest, sniffling, and he wraps his arms around you in a brief hug.

“It’s okay. I do mean what I said, though, once they leave you’re mine. Now go back to your room, I’ll be there in a few hours.” You nod again, wiping your eyes and heading up the carpeted stairs back to your bedroom.

You were excited for him to remind you that you belonged to him and only him. That you’d never need another boy, that you don’t need to flirt with anyone else.

The house is quiet now, it’s 1:30 in the morning when you finally hear heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. Just jump to sit up in bed from your laying position where you had been bored and waiting.

He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t need to.

“Hi princess.” He greets you, admiring the way your face lit up from him walking in the room.

“Hi daddy.” You say softly with a smile.

“Alright, as cute as you are, I’m still gonna have to punish you a little bit. Trying to make me jealous is not a good thing to do and can’t be left unchecked.”

You just look at him, understanding. You await his instructions.

“Down. On the floor.” He commands, and you get out of bed to drop on your knees in the floor in front of him and started the process. This was something he did to “punish” you, but you secretly love it.

Looking up, your hand runs from his knee, up his thigh, then settles on his crotch. You start to grope his dick, feeling it harden quickly beneath your fingers. Once he was fully erect, you made work of the belt buckle then the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs.

You look up at him through your dark lashes, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. You lick it all over, teasingly, but you didn’t do it long enough for him to protest as you took the tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it.

“Shit.” He comments, which eggs you on. You take more length, hollowing out your cheeks and watch as his head is tossed back. His hand comes to the back of your head, where he got a fist full of your hair.

Using this, he starts to push you down onto him, shoving more and more inches into your mouth. You shut your eyes now, focusing on breathing.

“This body, this sweet little mouth, all mine. No other guy could ever make you feel even close to the way I do.”

You take the verbal abuse because you know it’ll be over soon, that the anger will subside and he will be sweet with you.

“Gotta hear you say it.” He pulls your head off of him. “Who do you belong to? Who’s the one person you really want?”

“You,” you mutter, lips wet with drool and eyes glistening with tears. “Only you, daddy.”

“Good girl. Lay down.” He pulls you up by the hand and you fall backwards onto the bed.

He pulls off his shirt and frees himself from the restraint of his jeans on his legs, then comes to stand above you.

He pulls down your little tank top, exposing your bare breasts, then grabs the sides of your shorts. In the same motion, he hooks his fingers in the band of your panties, pulling everything down as you lay beneath him almost bare.

“So pretty, baby.” He compliments, letting his hands roam across your chest and squeeze your tits. He runs his thumb over your nipple, making it pebble up even harder and then he does the same to the other one. His fingers are cool, but not quite cold. They run up and down your sides.

Now hovering above you as you stare up at him with love, he wastes no more time and you feel the tip sitting right where it needs to be, right in front of your entrance. He pushes in the tip, slowly giving his cock to you inch by inch as you whined at the amazing stretch.

You had to fight back the urge to beg for more, you were going to be grateful for what he was giving you. You gasp once he finally bottoms out, crying “thank you, thank you.”

“Good manners, baby. You’re welcome.” He says proudly, before beginning to move.

“You just needed a little love, huh?”

“Mhmm” you whine.

“So goddamn tight, squeezin’ me, fuck.”

You drink in his words like wine, something bitter but equally sweet.

“Like being your doll, want you to use me.” You gasp out.

“Yeah? Just use you like a fuck toy? You like that?”

“Mhm” you repeat, brain feeling as if it’s melting.

“You know that means you don’t finish, don’t you?” He asks, seeing if that makes you second guess your statement.

“It’s okay, sometimes I’m bad so don’t deserve to.”

“You aren’t that bad, baby.”

He tries to help flip you over onto your stomach. “Ass up, please”, he asks, and you lift your bottom half up on your knees and arch your back. He gives your ass a smack, not too hard but unexpectedly so you yelp.

He slides into your wet heat seamlessly and starts pounding into you hard, making you cry and moan even more than you were in the previous position.

“Sound so pretty but you have to be quiet.” He warns, and you bite your hand to stop it and obey him. “Good girl.” Again. It never gets old. He finds a pace that feels amazing for the both of you, fucking you hard with his hands gripped on your ass for leverage. He keeps hitting a spot deep inside you relentlessly until you’re begging for mercy, for release.

“Go ahead, cum, baby.” He grunts out from behind you and you let go after two or three more strokes. He lets out a string of curse words when he feels you tighten and spasm around him, cumming right after you. The warmth fills you inside and your body falls limp, unable to hold itself up any longer.

Once he catches his breath, he pulls his boxers back on and walks across your room towards your dresser. When he returns to you, he offers a pair of your panties, plain black cotton.

You take them and slide them on, knowing he loved the idea of you keeping his cum where it should be for as long as it’s possible. It created a large wet spot, but did not manage to escape and run down your thighs.

“Sleep in those, okay? I love you. Goodnight.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before walking back to his room to go to sleep.

#eddie munson #tw stepcest #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson smut #stepbro!eddie #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic

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highandlow-in-borderland · 3 years ago

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“High&Low: the Worst” Boyfriend HCs

A/N: Thank you to @liabee123 for beta-ing these for me! And for putting up with my H&L obsession skdjfh

Oya High

Fujio

The Golden Retriever

Your name in his phone: “Bae 😍”

WilL deFEND YoUr HoNOr

Love language: physical touch and constant attention

If you play with his hair, he’ll doze off with his head in your lap

You never have to worry about him cheating, because this dude is straight up obsessed with you

Wants to hear your opinion on everything and is heart-eyes emoji when you talk

Absolutely participates in Tiktok trends and tries to convince you to join him

He settles for just sending you funny videos he finds

Would probably fight a bear for you

Your parents love him

Every time he gets into a fight (often), he pouts and acts like he’s dying when he gets home

This goes away the second you give him attention, of course

If you’re walking together and someone whistles at you, Fujio gets that evil grin and stops walking

He grabs the student by the shoulder and whirls him around to face you

Then, with his hands balled into fists on the guy’s shirt, he demands an apology to you

Sleeps spread eagle on his bed, with one hand touching you at all times

Tsukasa

The Cool Boy

Your name in his phone: something meme-related

Chill asf boyfriend

He’s not overly touchy or mushy with the compliments, but he smiles when you smile and he laughs when you laugh

Listens incredibly well, and has always had a knack for remembering everything right down to tiny details

Acts sullen and cool around everyone but softens a little for you

If you’re reading or focusing on something, he always takes a moment to brush your hair behind your ear for you and flip on the overhead light

Backs you up in arguments– literally

If you try to argue with someone, they will look over your shoulder and see Tsukasa glaring at them

A silent warning to just let you win

When you sleep in his bed, or he sleeps in yours, he curls you into his front, face pressed into your hair or your shoulder

He won’t say it, but you know he gets cold easily

Plus, in that position, he feels like he can keep you safe–be your shelter

Todoroki

The Quiet Protector

Your name in his phone: your first and last name, proper capitalization, no emojis

The man has a hard time accepting affection

Rather–he has a hard time accepting that he /likes/ affection

For example: he lowkey likes it when you clean his glasses for him

He also lowkey likes it when you watch him practice punching

Never shows physical affection unless you’re completely alone

But when he does?? Chef’s kiss

Rests his hand on your hair if you lean on his chest while he’s reading

Puts his arm around you if he’s walking you home at night

Most passionate kisser OOP

Todoroki is quick to fight a man; we know this

So if someone makes a pass at you and he gets wind of it, they’re gonna show up the next day with bruises from a kick to the head

If you’re with him, you can usually hold onto his arm and calm him down

If that’s the case, he walks briskly away, fuming but resolved to not making a scene in front of you

He /always/ makes sure you’re eating well, especially if you’re busy or stressed

Sleeps on his side with an arm around your waist, protecting and comforting even when he’s not awake

Murayama

The High School Prince Charming

Your name in his phone: your first initial with twelve emojis

Takes chivalry way too seriously

Will offer to hold your hand and escort you down the stairs -even if it’s two steps-

Opens doors for you and brings flowers to dates

Pays Seki five dollars to drive the truck around the neighborhood very slowly for a good two hours

Bc Murayama set up a picnic for you on the bench and you’re both riding around with sandwiches and sodas

Absolutely walks next to you with his hand in your back pocket

Sends only the dankest memes

He loves you a lot but will still rock your shit at Mario Kart

Don’t worry though, he’ll make it up to you by buying dinner of your choice

Murayama has made it clear to everyone that you’re off-limits until you say otherwise

But if a full-timer gets a little too brave and won’t leave you alone, Murayama sees no problem with wedging himself between the two of you and telling the person to piss off

He gives you a blue bandana to wear with your outfits because, as far as he’s concerned, you’re one of his crew too

Definitely uses his cuteness to get out of arguments

Would be the little spoon just as soon as he’d be the big spoon

Housen Academy

Sachio

The Husband Material

Your name in his phone: a childhood nickname he’s always called you

You fell faster but Satchi fell harder

Sentimental bitch

Gets you a necklace that matches his own

Takes care of you diligently whenever you need him

If you get sick or hurt, he is immediately your personal nurse

He likes to cook for you

He’s so tender with you, it’s the softest thing ever

FOREHEAD KISSES

Gives you his shirts and jackets to wear just because

Absentminded physical affection like brushing hands when you stand next to each other

Sachio never gets jealous over you on his home turf

Bc everyone at Housen knows better than make advances towards you lol

However, if you’re out and about and someone whistles at you, he puts an arm around your shoulders to make your status as a couple clear to anyone nearby

Sleeps on his back, one hand resting under his head, and the other arm around your shoulders

Yuken

The “Two in One” Boyfriend

Your name in his phone: “Baby”

“Two in one” bc he started out as your best friend before you both realized you’re stupid for each other

So you still do dumb best friend stuff together, but with the added bonus of being in love

Plucks a flower for you every time he’s on a walk

When he enters your room or your office, he will set the flower down on a surface

It’s his own silent greeting, an offering of reverence

When you’re being silly and taking photos together, he puts his blue glasses on you

The selfie you take becomes the lockscreen on his phone the second he sees it

Somewhere in the middle on physical affection– he’s not overly touchy, but he also doesn’t mind kissing your hand in public

Always brings you a coffee when he gets one for himself

Favorite date activity: movie nights with a projector in the Housen main hall

He doesn’t let anyone touch him when he’s hurt– except you

He rests his hands on your waist as you clean his bloody lip or put a cold compress onto his bruised cheek

Prefers to sleep on his side, facing you, with your hands clasped in the middle

#high&low: the worst #high and low the worst #high and low #high&low #oya high #sachio #fujio #tsukasa #yuken #todoroki #murayama

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koutarouthighs · 4 years ago

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『 soft cotton 』

S U M M A R Y ― sometimes out of necessity, sometimes out of desire, and other times out of convenience, you end up wearing their clothes.

post type ➺ headcanons fandom ➺ haikyuu!! characters ➺ tsukishima ⧾ iwaizumi ⧾ terushima genre ➺ fluff rating ➺ t+ tags ➺ established relationship; clothes share/swap; nudity if you squint (bare thighs); party environment described but not in explicit detail; word count ➺ 2.8k request ➺ [YES/NO] ↳ request status: OPEN

⤭ tsukishima is confused the first time he finds you in one of his shirts. before his brow wrinkles in that telltale way of frustration, you hold your hands up in surrender and explain that while you were helping his mother in the kitchen, you spilled soy sauce on your white top and she offered to clean it for you while dinner was in the oven. ⤭ after that, you don’t end up giving him that shirt back. it’s an old one, that doesn’t have much sentimental value, but there’s something jarring about tsukki seeing you in his clothes; an out of body experience, almost. he doesn’t understand why anyone else would want to wear anyone else’s things - isn’t that why you buy your own clothes? ⤭ and he has to ask the other guys about it. why does she wear my shirt to bed? why doesn’t she just give it back? and boy, do they have a field day with him. he can be so dense sometimes. doesn’t he see? you wearing that shirt is like you carrying a piece of him with you, even when you’re far away. ⤭ his clothes engulf you, absolutely dwarfing your frame due to the height difference between you. tsukki has always thought of you as tiny, not fragile, but now, seeing you swimming in the fabric that makes up his ratty old tee, he thinks he has begun to understand why you like to wear this shirt over any of your more expensive, more fashionable ones. ⤭ he might be an asshole about it, but tsukki finds ways to gift you more of his clothes indirectly. he accidentally spills soda on your shirt one night when you’re staying in, watching a movie and eating pizza. another day he grabs at the hem of your shirt when you’re walking away and tears a hole in it. somehow, you still haven’t caught on, but he doesn’t ask you for the shirts back anymore. in fact, when you start to return them, he gets almost as irritated as he did when you had to ask for the first one out of pure necessity.

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“i’m sorry, kei,” you brush the fabric free of wrinkles as it settles at your mid thigh, covering the shorts that are currently adorning your lower half. you slowly look up at him, a warmth on your cheeks that signals your shyness, “i’ll bring back this one with the others next time i see you, okay?”

a scoff leaves his lips and he’s tugging at your wrist, pulling you forward on the couch until you’re tumbling down to meet him. your knees settle on either side of his waist and he watches as the fabric of the shirt pools around your thighs, “don’t worry about it. your washer makes them smell like old lady anyway. i don’t want them back.”

the way you tilt your head to the side, cocking an eyebrow and dropping your lower lip in confusion never ceases to amuse him. tsukishima reaches up and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, inhibiting your speech even as you ask, “i-i can wash them over here, if you want, kei.”

he’s shaking his head again, snagging at you until you’re flush with his chest, your face tucked against his neck. it’s not necessarily odd behavior for him to want you so close, however it is strange that he’s not asking for his clothes back. he used to put up so much harder of a fight.

“nah, they were shitty shirts anyway,” he sloughs off the string of words like they were meaningless, however you know the weight they hold. you also know better than to tease him too far, rather to take the prize you’ve silently won through heckling and hard work. the shirt on your shoulders feels warmer, somehow, with the knowledge that you have his blessing to keep it as if it were a gift from him in the first place.

your hands run up the length of his shoulders until you are hooked around him entirely, clinging to his lanky body like a koala. he smells so good, especially after a shower and a shave, which you suspect he’s done earlier today based on the scent of his aftershave still lingering on his neck. you nuzzle your nose further against his jugular, feeling the way his heartbeat pounds the blood in his veins. a low hum escapes your lips without your permission, but tsukishima must not mind your slip of the tongue, but instead is encouraged by it, sneaking his chilly fingertips underneath the hem of the familiar item of clothing until he finds your ribs.

he’s practically lulled you to sleep with the ministrations of his fingerprints mapping out each of your ribs, in tandem with the warmth he provides and the skin-on-skin contact you’ve beseeched with your own hands. your eyelids cannot stay pried open any longer, and so you allow them to shut. somewhere between now and then, tsukki drags a blanket over your shoulders, angling his body to be in a more comfortable position without jostling you too much to the point you’re far too awake to fall back asleep.

just before your mind is consumed by that dark realm of slumber, you hear a low murmur in your ear, “they looked better on you anyway.”

⤭ iwaizumi would not admit it in the beginning of your relationship, but there was something about seeing you in his clothes, namely a t-shirt with his old high school jersey number on it, that just made him feel a certain way that he could not explain. ⤭ it starts with you forgetting to wear a jacket on a date one night, but you don’t ask. iwaizumi sees you shivering and wordlessly removes the bomber jacket from around his shoulders and places it on your own, waiting until you’ve slipped your hands into the sleeves before he grabs for your hand again, interlocking your fingers at the knuckles. ⤭ after that, you start to become more comfortable asking him for his hoodies and even though he gives you a bit of a frustrated comment after you accidentally take one home, when you stop asking for his jackets, he gets confused and concerned. ⤭ with iwaizumi’s job, he gets a lot of free merchandise from the team(s) he works with. and by proxy, you get a lot of t-shirts and hoodies and other items passed down to you because he would accumulate too many things otherwise. ⤭ you refuse to wear anything the first time, though. because without iwa wearing it around the house at least once, it won’t smell like him. he thought it was weird at first, but eventually you started noticing more clothes piling in on your side of the dresser that you’d seen him wearing a few times. and then, when he sees you step out of the bathroom after your shower with that team japan long sleeve shirt on, if you catch him quickly enough, you’ll notice a small, fleeting smile on his lips.

﹢

“hajime?” your call comes from the kitchen, and iwaizumi can hardly hear you from his place in the bathroom, showering after a long saturday of practice games. he rubs the towel against the top of his head, drying his hair before responding, “yeah, just a minute, babe!”

when he steps into the kitchen, you take him by surprise. you always do, even now, years after your first date. settled on your shoulders is an old seijoh promotional t-shirt he remembers having to wear to a fundraiser. but the seafoam green fabric settles against the tops of your thighs, exposing the remainder of your legs to the chilly breeze coming through the apartment windows. you always crack the windows when you’re cooking or baking; something iwaizumi noticed when you first moved in.

“iwa-chan?”

iwaizumi has to blink once, so harshly that he sees stars on the backs of his lids, before he can focus on you. he tilts his head and licks his lips, “yeah, sorry. what did you say?”

that laugh that rings in his dreams floats across the space between the two of you, and he fights a smile so he doesn’t look like a dope while you’re trying to ask him a question. he steps forward on the guise of hearing you more clearly, and then reaches out to push your hair behind your ear, his fingers itching to brush against the stitches of the fabric holding the shirt together on your pretty frame.

“i asked if you wanted the spicy steak tonight, or if you wanted me to reign in the heat,” your voice comes easy, simple and soft, and iwaizumi catches himself turning gentle at the sound of you. your palms abandon the cookware for a moment to extend towards his body, slipping beneath his top to rests on his hips. your thumbs brush over the warm skin, still slightly reddened from his time in the shower.

he’s so lost in the primal, territorial sensation he gets that starts as a prickling in the base of his neck, seeping down his spine and curling around every bone in his body. he wants to kiss you, to show you how he feels rather than telling you, and so he does.

iwaizumi has never been one to deny how he feels.

your breath is stolen from your lungs when he lurches forward to capture your mouth with his own. his palms are rough as they search your torso for somewhere to land, settling on your shoulders so he can keep your upper body pinned to him. you release a small squeaking sound from the back of your throat, but he’s already swallowed it before you can feel self-conscious.

“haji,” you gasp when you feel his fingertips dig into the muscle of your shoulders, and a laugh follows suit when his lips withdraw from yours and you can see the intensity in his gaze, “wh-what’s gotten into you?”

he’s not really sure, if he were to be honest with you. maybe it’s the nostalgia of the color fabric of the tee that you’re wearing. maybe it’s the way he wishes that he’d continued to play volleyball in a more direct way. maybe it’s the way the shirt falls just far enough to keep you from exposing anything too tantalizing.

or maybe...

“it’s just you,” he answers, pulling you by the thighs so he can pick you up and deposit you on the counter top. your legs sashay, ankles brushing his legs, and you can’t help yourself from twirling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. iwaizumi takes a deep breath before repeating himself, as if saying the phrase again might solidify the statement, but this time he adds: “it’s just you, in my shirt. you’re absolutely beautiful.”

your whole body burns at the compliment, and you bashfully blink downward, but iwaizumi is quick to lean in for another kiss. before too long, he’s got you drowning in his affections, his palms beneath your shirt to map out your skin, and the dinner you were previously preparing has been completely forgotten.

“iwa,” you murmur between the clacking sounds your teeth are making as they collide, “d-dinner, what...”

you feel his chest reverberate with a growl and then his mouth is on your neck and his fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt, “forget dinner.” his voice is rough and his touch is gentle, “we’ll just order out tonight.”

⤭ terushima is the one to ask you if you want to wear his clothes from the very beginning. he loves seeing you wearing his flannels and tees and hoodies. he always tries to find one that pairs well with your outfit so that way he can reason you into wearing his clothes whenever you go out. ⤭ if he comes home to see you curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, just absolutely engulfed in the warm fabric, it makes his whole body tingle. he goes and changes after work and will definitely slip underneath the blanket you’re hidden under to wrap his arms and legs around you. ⤭ when he asks you for clothing advice, at first you wonder if it’s because he’s trying to change up his look. but, after a few strangely specific questions, you finally realize that he’s trying to tailor his wardrobe to be something that you could always find easy to wear. ⤭ the desire to see you in his clothes is partially from being territorial, but mostly because he just thinks you look hot as hell when you’re wearing his clothes. you always manage to make his clothes look ten thousand times better, mainly because it’s you wearing them. it never fails, he will always make a comment about how good you look wearing just his big tee to bed, even if your hair is all mussed and your face is still shiny from your skincare. ⤭ sometimes you’ll catch him stealing your clothes, too. you wear big tee shirts that are comfortable, and sharing is caring! he loves to pick on you when he wears your clothes, pointing out the designs printed on the shirts and how adorable you are for wanting to wear such cute little things.

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“god, pretty girl,” his voice is rough as it runs ragged against your ears, his hands on your waist from behind, “you know how it makes me feel to see you in my clothes.”

and of course you do. yuuji is no quiet thing when it comes to how you make him feel. so, you lean into him, if only to egg him on until he’s begging you to head out of this little house party. his fingers slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you find yourself stumbling into his chest, palms fumbling over his torso to try and clutch at his shirt to steady yourself.

“teru,” you chide, pinching his cheek before leaning up to kiss him. you pull away before he’s gotten warmed up, leaving him following you by craning his neck. a chuckle escapes your lips and you press your index finger against his pursed mouth, “we came here to celebrate kiyoko and tanaka. can you keep your hands to yourself for just a few more hours?”

“baby,” he’s whining in your ear now, all needy with his lips pouted and his irises widening, “you can’t be serious! you know that’s my favorite shirt to see you in! i think you did this on purpose!”

his fingers tug on the material of the flannel that’s draped over your shoulders, pooling around your hips and framing your body just perfectly. you watch as his irises struggle to focus, pupils dilating as he looks down at you. his mouth twitches in expectant words, but he’s interrupted by someone else who steals your attention.

while you’re busy talking to one of your old friends from high school, terushima is given the opportunity to take in your appearance for the first time since he met you at the party earlier, and the sight of you engulfed in his flannel and a pair of his crazy socks that peek out from the cuffs of your jeans makes his chest constrict so much so that he grasps at his shirt with his fingertips, barely curling his digits around the fabric of his tee before he realizes what he’s doing.

a slow, gentle blinking of his lashes brings him back to earth, where he can stare at you some more, all unbeknownst to you. he doesn’t mind admitting to anyone who wants to know that he loves to watch you when you’re just existing. he likes to notice the little things about you, to catalog them in the back of his mind so he can remember them on days when you have to be apart for longer than he wants to be.

your attention is diverted when you feel his palms against your hips, his chest brushing your back as he leans forward to kiss your shoulder, “i’m gonna get a drink, yeah? you want anything?”

“water,” you nod, reaching back with one hand to run your fingers against his undercut, “thank you, teru.”

another kiss is deposited to your cheek before he unravels himself from you and heads towards the kitchen, hands shoved deeply into his pockets. and you tilt your head so you can take in a deep breath of the collar of the flannel that you’re wearing, and somehow it feels like you’re there with him despite the distance between you.

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yikeslads · 4 years ago

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A Relaxing Evening - Yandere Sero Hanta x Reader

Trigger Warnings! - 18+ only. Non Con (sex and non con drug use). If this bothers you p l e a s e do not read this fic! You are responsible for your own consumption and this is your official warning. Also they smoke a lot of weed in this but I don’t think that really needs a warning but idk

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Long time no see (please don’t kill me, I’ve been hella busy). I’ve started my last year at university so I am super thrilled about that, just turned 21, and I have spent my entire summer working full time. But enough about me, I’m sure everyone is dealing with a ton with the pandemic plus whatever they have. Anyways, I will be doing my best to update more! I have a WIP that should be released soon (i only have like 400 words left) so that should be fun.

Big big big big thanks to @yanderart ! If you don’t know recognize the name, she is a phenomenal artist (both in visual and literary works, an icon) who shares the yandere/dark love. Thank you SO much for your super helpful edits/comments/encouragement with this <3

Also thanks to @opheliadawnwalker3 for the advice to start small when getting back into the writing game! I took that to heart and tried to keep it shorter this time and helped me get this out so thank you!

And thanks to @rat-suki @weebsinstash @drxwsyni because I have definitely binged all of y’alls content and used the immaculate yandere vibes you write as inspo so thank you <3

Now let’s get started!

It was eerily silent in the hallway as your feet made their way to their destination through the mostly abandoned college dormitory. Your mind was so preoccupied with the many thoughts that demanded your attention that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Not that it mattered. You had made this walk so many times, you could find your way even if you were blindfolded and hammered, that you were allowed to fully slip into your thoughts without having to worry. Before long you were standing in front of a very familiar door, the only one in the hallway with light peaking through the crack at the bottom. Music could clearly be heard through it, Jimi Hendrix’s singing the only sound of human life that you had encountered during your entire walk over here.

It took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts and come back to reality and notice that you were already standing at your destination. Clearing your throat awkwardly at the realization, you raised your arm and knocked solidly on the door to be heard above the music and waited as patiently as you could for an answer.

From behind the door you could hear someone swear, causing a small smirk to rise on your face, along with the sound of some rustling. A few moments later the door cracked open a bit as the familiar raven haired male peaked into the hallway, a bright smile pulling at his lips as he regarded you.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise!” Sero chirped, opening the door all the way, seeing that it was only you standing in the hallway. “What can I do for ya, sunshine?”

His cheery, warm response to your presence unknowingly brought a small smile to your face, a needed break from your tense, concentrated expression you had been wearing when Sero first opened the door.

“Sorry to bother you, Sero,” you began, stuffing your hands into the pockets of the jacket you were wearing to stop you from wringing them anxiously. “I’ve just been really stressed with final exams and choosing which agency I want to officially sign for and… it’s just been a lot.” As you explained, Sero’s face softened slightly as he listened intently to your words, not liking the fact that you were so stressed.

“Anyway,” you continued with a chuckle, bringing yourself back onto the subject, “I was wondering if you had any of your stash left that I could buy from you? I know I bought from you a little while ago, but I’ve been more stressed out than I can handle,” you admitted, hoping that Sero might still have some weed hidden away in his room somewhere that you could use.

It was a little into sophomore year of college that you found out that your classmate, Sero, was a bit of a stoner. And as someone going through the hero course, you are understandably dealing with a lot of stress. So what’s wrong with smoking a little Mary J every once in a while to relax, right? Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you first asked Sero if you could buy weed from him. Ever since then he had been your personal plug, but over time, you two became close friends. “I think you might be in luck, sunshine, I think I have some on reserves. Come on in,” he welcomed, and you crossed the threshold without a second thought. As you stepped inside and took off your shoes, a large but gentle arm carefully looped around your shoulders, gently pulling you into the tall man’s side as you led you to the couch and sat you down on the soft fabric in front of his laptop that was open and had various work assignments in different windows.

“Tell ole Sero what’s troubling you,” Sero propositioned as he moved to his desk, opening a drawer and grabbing his needed paraphernalia as he waited for you to begin speaking. He settled down next to you on the couch, pulling the small table holding the laptop in front of you a little closer as he set down his bong, and pulled out his grinder and began the process of loading you a bowl.

You were about to begin venting, but you paused as you took in the sight of Sero wordlessly working for your benefit, and you pulled your wallet out of your jacket pocket after a few seconds. “Sorry, before I forget, how much do I owe you?” You asked, opening your wallet and beginning to pull out a few bills. You didn’t get far though, as a warm hand covered yours, drawing your eyes to meet his black ones. He gave you a boyish smile and shook his head at you, giving a small laugh. “No way, sunshine. You need a little break, this one is on me,” he offered with a grin. You were hesitant for a few moments, not seemingly convinced that you should let him give you part of his stash for free. The potential feeling of guilt ebbed away as Sero’s warm smile never faltered, kindness seemingly exuding from his every pore. What was the harm, right? Nodding, you gingerly took the loaded bong from his large, calloused hands into your own smaller ones.

“Alright,” you agreed thoughtfully as you mirrored his smile, “but I want you to smoke with me. It’s no fun getting high alone,” you countered to which you could almost see Sero’s eyes sparkle in response at your words.

“I would be happy to,” he assured, never one to miss out on the chance to smoke, especially with you, but you added one more condition.

“And,” you drawled, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited patiently for you to continue. “Whatever food we order when we are stoned off our asses is on me.”

A soft chuckle resonated from Sero’s chest as he nodded along to your stipulation, finding no qualm with having the promise of food.

“Deal,” he agreed, and with that you went to take your first bong hit of the evening.

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Your sides ached as you tried to force yourself to stop laughing, but your efforts seemed trivial as Sero laughed just as hard, if not harder, alongside you as you finished Sero’s favorite flick, Scott Pilgrim vs the World. It felt so good to let go and really laugh, it had started to feel like it had been too long. Time seemed a distant concept to you at the moment, as nothing from the outside world weighed on you as you merrily enjoyed your high with Sero.

Your eyes were pink from smoking, little tears forming at the base of your lower eyelashes as you gasped for breath as your laughing fit began to subside. You don’t even remember what you had been laughing about exactly, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Your attention was brought back to Sero as he began to rise from his spot beside you on the couch, your eyes following his lazy movements as the movie credits began to roll.

“I’m getting a bit of cottonmouth,so why don’t I get us some drinks while you choose something else for us to watch?” Sero offered to which you agreed, lazily beginning to scroll through the other titles that were currently available on Netflix as Sero made his way over to the little kitchen he had equipped.

“Thirsty for anything in particular?” You heard his voice call out to you, but you didn’t take your eyes off the laptop screen, still searching for another flick to watch.

“Just water would be fantastic,” was your response as you searched through the comedy section, knowing that Sero preferred comedies.

A few moments later, Sero had returned to your side, a glass of water in one hand for you and a soda can for him in his other hand. Thanking him as you gently took it from his hands, you took the glass and raised it to your lips. Taking large sips, reveling in the cool feeling of the water flowing over your tongue and to the back of your throat, you failed to notice a pair of eyes watch your every movement adoringly.

“Wanna take another hit?” Sero asked as you finished taking a drink, setting down the mostly empty glass back down on the table.

You hummed in thought at his question, before nodding, a small giggle escaping your lips, “What’s one more hit, right?”

Sero, the practiced stoner he is, had another bowl set up for you ready to go in what seemed like seconds, graciously handing you the now loaded bowl. Gently taking it from his hands and placing it in the bong, you fired up the lighter and took a huge hit.

A h u g e hit. It was a little larger than you had meant, but being high had made your judgement a little empaired. You coughed a bit as you expelled the wave of smoke from your lungs, waving your hands as Sero laughed.

Your cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment at Sero laughing as you tried to regain your composure. “S-Stop laughing!” You cried, setting the bong back down, but Sero just shook his head.

“I can’t help it, sunshine. Seeing you not being able to take that hit is hilarious,” he continued to laugh, as your cheeks burned warmer at his words.

“Its not my fault that I don’t have your iron lungs,” you mocked, picking up your glass once more and finishing the contents in an attempt stop your coughing fit. “Not all of us are stoners.”

A small gasp tore from Sero’s throat, as he held a hand to his chest, pretending to be surprised by your words. “Me? A stoner? How could you even say such a thing?” He asked, shooting you a kicked puppy look which just made you giggle in return, your head feeling a little fuzzy from the extra hit.

“Oh don’t be a baby,” patting the spot next to you, you flashed Sero a loopy smile, “come on, lets watch another movie,” you countered to which Sero agreed to, settling back down in his spot beside you. You reached forward, setting your now empty glass next to the laptop and hit play on the movie, before moving back into the cushions. Your body began to feel heavier as you gingerly leaned into Sero’s side, who in return wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you a little closer to his chest as the intro finished and the movie began.

You weren’t long into the movie before you were struggling to keep your eyes opened. You shifted slightly, trying to force yourself to wake up, but the more that the time wore on, the harder it became to stay awake.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes into the film before you were out cold, your deep and even breathing soft in Sero’s ear as your tired figure slept against his shoulder.

“Sunshine,” Sero whispered, tentatively placing a hand on your knee and gently shaking you. He watched your face carefully for any sign of rousing, but your breathing continued at its deep, even, undisturbed pace. An eager smile danced across Sero’s visage at your lack of response, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement. Wrapping his strong arms around your pliable person, Sero gently maneuvered your sleepy shape to be laying on your back, tummy up, the skirt you had worn riding up on your thighs as your leg lay limply, slightly apart.

Sero took a moment just watching you, drinking in all of your beauty. You looked so sweet and vulnerable asleep on Sero’s couch defenseless. He gazed at your unconscious body oh so lovingly as you lay completely helpless to the danger that lurks around you. It makes Sero’s heart squeeze in his chest in realization that you need him. You needed him to protect you and Sero would happily be your knight in shining armour.

“Her knight in shining honor”, Sero thought to himself merrily, infatuated with protecting his little ray of sunshine. His fingers began to skim the skin of your thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Shouldn’t your knight get a little reward for his services? Sero certainly thought so, afterall it was only fair that he get to enjoy his sunshine in return for all he does for you.

Sero’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of your black laced panties, skirt bunched up past your hips, leaving your panty clad intimate parts exposed for his greedy eyes. There were no such things as imperfection to Sero when it came to you. All of your little bumps, blemishes, and things you didn’t like about yourself were all things that Sero adored about you. It's what made you you, and he simply ached to worship you.

Hungry hands hooked fingers into your panties, swiftly pulling the soft material down your supple skin in earnest. A groan tore from Sero’s throat at the sight of sticky, clear strings sticking from the fabric to your little treasure.

Fuck was he glad he slipped you an aprodiasic alongside the sleeping pills. Seeing your hole already wet and begging for his attention had his pants quickly tenting uncomfortably. He could not wait to get started.

Moving quickly and silently, he settled himself on his stomach between your thighs, carefully placing your thighs over his shoulders. His starved stare meets your slick slit and he couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe up your lips, moaning at the delicious taste of your essence. His eyes flickered back to your face where he found you still sound asleep, unaware of reality.

“Perfect”, he thought to himself at your unconscious state, “just like last time.”

Confident in his security, Sero began to feast on your unprotected pussy, his tongue swiping through your folds as he drank every ounce of you in. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at your taste as if he was tasting the most divine thing ever created. He couldn’t seem to get enough as his hands encased your thighs, hungrily pulling your closer to his famished mouth. Your breath quickened in pace at Sero’s ministrations but the sleeping pills kept you nestled peacefully in between complete unconsciousness and your dreams, deep asleep. It seemed almost as if Sero had been eating you out for hours when he had finally come up for air, sucking in deep gulps of air into his lungs greedily. He knelt in front of your vulnerable body, lips and chin shiny with your slick as he slipped a finger into your heat, quickly followed by another as he gently began to scissor your walls apart. Your warmth gushed around his fingers as he worked you open for him, using his free hand to slip down to his belt and make quick work of that before tugging his boxers and pants down. His cock now free of confinement slapped against his abs before he gently removed his fingers from your heat. Your juices completely soaked his hand as he brought it to his cock, using your wetness to get him slick for you. He watched your sleepy face as he stroked himself, his bottom lip caught between his lip as he intently drank in your features. With both of your bodies prepped, patience grew thin, so he tilted his hips down, nudging your dripping entrance with his plush tip, your legs lazily spread and looped loosely around his hips.

Slipping himself between your folds, Sero took a deep breath before pressing himself into your warm, wet, tight cavern. He didn’t stop slowly driving his cock into your twitching heat until he became fully sheathed inside your awaiting pussy. He groaned softly at the feeling of his cock being encased by your velvet walls, his eyes never leaving your face as he adjusted to the delicious feeling you were giving him. After a few moments of adjustment, Sero pulled his hips back, feeling his manhood drag against your plush walls, a soft moan escaping your sleeping shape as you stirred slightly in your hazy state. Once you settled and he was positive you were going to stay asleep, he drove his hips forward into your cunt his eyes moving away from your face and down to where his cock was buried deep inside of you. The erotic sight of you being fucked by his cock kicked him into gear as he soon found a steady rhythm as he pounded into you.

With every thrust of his hip, your cream coated his silken rod, making Sero almost feral with the sight. It took every ounce of self control he had to not fuck you the way you deserved, the way you needed him, but he couldn’t risk having you wake up during your little relaxation session. It took every ounce of self control that he possessed to keep himself from fucking you silly, but with plans for the pair of you in the future, he was willing to wait to rock your world for when you were awake and in more of a … receptive position to receive the full force of his love for you.

It wasn’t long before Sero found himself reaching his end, much to his displeasure, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was able to get to do this again. He always made excuses to get the two of you alone, for “purely innocent reasons” according to your knowledge. He couldn’t help it! He loved you too much, and he needed to get his fix.

“F-Fuck,” he moaned as he fucked himself into your pussy, panting softly as he drew close to his completion. “You feel so good, sunshine. You were made for my fucking cock, shit,” he swore, his thrusts becoming increasinly sloppy. He pulled himself out before he came, hips hovering over yours as his hand frantically worked his length trying to finish himself off.

“Fuck yes!” Sero growled as he came, hot white, sticky ropes of cum decorating your glistening pussy as he furiously worked his hand over his cock. “God, love you so much,” he groaned as he finished, hovering over you as he caught his breath. His eyes watched as his cum dripped down your pussy, becoming entangled with your own juices. Without skipping a beat, Sero reached over and grabbed his phone, taking a quick snapshot of your fucked out pussy covered in his essence and saved it in a secret gallery of pictures he kept of you. He needed to add to the collection, something to help tide him over until the next time. Setting his phone back down, he leaned over you and gently kissed you, like a lover would, savoring your lips while you were still asleep. Breaking the kiss, he gazed lovingly down at you, gently playing with a strand of your hair. He wished this moment would never end, but he knew that he had to get going, sighing softly to himself.

It was time to start up the cleaning process.

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A phone ringing caused you to stir from your deep slumber, a deep yawn escaping your lips as you stretched your stiff body from sleeping on the couch. You rubbed your eyes slightly as you woke up, before you took in the room before you. You saw Sero back turned to you as he spoke in hushed tones over the phone, hearing Bakugo’s voice grunting something to him over the phone about working out later that day. You glanced around the room as you yawned again, slightly confused as to how you got here before remembering coming over to Sero’s place the previous night after being really stressed and wanting to take a break. It wasn’t long until Sero finished his phone call, turning back to your and finding you awake, looking back at him.

“Sorry,” Sero began, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized sheepishly with a small smile, taking in your figure.

“It’s no worries,” you hum out sleepily finding yourself naturally returning his smile. “Did I pass out last night?” You asked, not fully remembering what had happened after that last bong hit.

“Yeah! You fell asleep about maybe half way through the first movie? I don’t remember exactly when, I was paying too much attention to the movie,” he lied smoothly, your face showing telltale signs of embarrassment at having fallen asleep during the movie. Especially in Sero’s room after having come to his room for a favor. How could you ask to hang out with someone then fall asleep on them!”

“Oh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” you laughed a little uneasy, but Sero was quick to reassure you. “Don’t worry about it! You said yourself that you were stressed out of your mind, and it seemed that you needed to give yourself some rest. No need to apologize,” Sero soothed you easily, a smile returning to your face as you nodded. He almost felt bad lying to your face, but this was just more proof that you needed him! He had placed all your clothes back on properly, cleaned up the mess last night and you were none the wiser! Your lack of realization of what had happened, though it pleased Sero to know he got away with his little love session, cemented your need for him in Sero’s mind.

“Well will you let me buy you coffee as a thanks for letting me crash? We can study together at that cafe near the gym if you want? ” You offered, wanting to express your gratitude to your friend, who graciously accepted your idea, pleased to spend more time with you.

“Now that sounds like a good idea,” he chirped, quick to pack up his things in his backpack and get ready to go.

The sun was rising slowly from the horizon, fluffy white clouds moving lazily across the sky, as the two of you walked to the cafe together. The birds sang so sweetly as the pair of you made your way, but their songs meant nothing to Sero, too entranced with your own sweet voice as you chattered happily with him about whatever came to mind.

Opening the door for you once the pair of you arrived, you flashed him a sweet smile in response before stepping inside the warm coffee shop. The smile you gave, to him, was brighter than the sun, warmer than the core of the Earth, and he realized he needed it. Just like you need his protection, he needs you, his sunshine, to bring warmth into his life and make him whole. With your back to him, browsing the menu of its many drink options, you failed to notice the pair of eyes drinking in every inch of your form with intense infatuation. You had no idea the danger that lurked behind those kind eyes, and unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice that Sero’s friendliness was more until too late.

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kodzuken-pie · 4 years ago

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hi hi! i’ve never actually done a request before so i’m sorry if i mess this up but i’ve looked through some of your works and i think there really cool and i just wanted to request some hiroo koji fluff if you don’t mind, i don’t really see him anywhere and u think it would be really cool if someone wrote about him! please and thank you! 💕💕

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[ A/N : Hi hi! I’m so happy to get this request! This is for the Nohebi bitches out there :) ]

Pairing : neighbor!Hiroo x Reader

warnings : a bit of profanity, mention of abuse

Word count : 1,605k words

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He stopped by the door as he heard you and your significant other scream at the top of your lungs. Out of nowhere the door swung open and all he could do was step aside, your significant other stomping out of your apartment. He watched them walk away before looking at you, his facial expression not giving anything away.

“Sorry.” You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to apologize.

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong did you?” He deadpanned, blinking slowly.

“I guess you’re right. Uhm.. have a good night?” You swallowed dryly, slowly closing your front door.

“Wait.” He stops the door from fully closing. “Do you maybe need some company? I rented a movie and got some snacks.” He raised the plastic bag he was holding in his free hand, giving you a lopsided smile.

You stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. “Sure?” Your face twisted in question.

“Are you asking me or are you saying yes?” He raised an eyebrow at you, nose wrinkling.

“No, yes. Uhm Just. . . Come in.” You give him a polite smile and open the door wide for him to enter.

He walks in and studies your apartment, setting his backpack down on the floor by your door. You walked with him and looked at his features. His eyes flick to yours and you’re forced to look away, a blush painting your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You quickly made your way to the living room and patted the couch. “Did you want anything to drink? I think I have some soda cans, juice and water.” You turn your body to look towards the kitchen.

“I’ll take a can of soda please and thank you.” He walked towards the couch and crouched down in front of your television. “You don’t mind if I put the movie in, do you?”

“Oh no it’s fine, go ahead.” You said as you walked to the kitchen to grab two cans of soda..

You walk back with the cans in your hands, watching him turn the tv on and sit on the couch. For some unknown reason, this all felt very normal. It was like you’ve always hung out with him like this, even though you rarely even spoke to the guy.

“You good?” He peered over his shoulder from where he was seated and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. What movie are we watching?” You walked around the couch and handed him the can, setting yours down on the coffee table before sitting down.

“It’s this movie called Eli. A horror film. I hope you don’t mind.” He opens the can and takes a sip.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. You know what it’s about?” You crossed your legs, head turned to the side to look at him.

“It’s about this kid who has this illness where he's allergic to everything and his parents take him to this house to get treated.” His expression changes for the first time since you first met him.

Whenever you saw him, he would always have this blank expressionless look on his face. This made you aware of him, smiling every time you locked eyes. Surprisingly, he would smile back with the same enthusiasm. You felt something stir inside you yet you put it aside for the sake of your, pretty much sucky relationship.

“Earth to thy neighbor?” He waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’m starting the movie. Oh, here.” He hands you a bag of your favorite chips.

“Hey, this is my favorite! How did you know?” You smiled brightly at the stoic man and he shrugged.

“Just a wild guess.” He took out another bag of chips and opened it after he put the soda can on the coffee table, pressing play on the remote control.

The intro to the movie plays and he gets settled on the couch, one chip after another going in his mouth. In a matter of seconds, he is completely submerged into the movie. Your eyes dart from his face to the television, hoping to see his expression change again. You continued to do this throughout the movie up until he poked your cheek and made you look at the screen.

“Stop looking at me, you’re missing the movie.” He sounded amused, like he liked that you were looking at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head and finally looked back at the screen, trying to focus on the movie when the door bursts open.

“What the fuck?” Your significant other freezes as they stood in the doorway.

He looks over his shoulder but stays seated next to you, a flash of irritation comes across his face. They stormed into the living room and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up. Your partner was snarling at him, his other hand balled into a fist so you decided to hold it.

“Get your hands off of me.” They turned their head slightly to look at you, anger apparent in their eyes.

This made you cower and he could tell, now he was getting irritated. You put your hands flat on your lap and stared at them, trying to calm yourself and trying to hold back your tears. Your eyes flick towards his hand and see it curl into a fist, ready to attack. You quickly put your hand on his, shaking your head and his hand relaxes.

“I leave for a little bit and you’re here with this fucker? My friends were right. You totally are banging this guy.” Your lover's voice drops, not even looking at you. “We’re done.” They let your neighbor go and leave out the front door again.

You watch them leave and for some reason, you didn’t know exactly what to feel. Should you have been sad because now you’re single or should you be happy?

“I guess they just weren’t for you.” He straightened his shirt and sighed. “You ok?”

You got taken aback by the question. “I should be asking you that. You two almost got into it.” Looking down at your hands and still feeling shaky.

“I’m only asking because you looked terrified. It was like you were waiting for them to do something.” He says this seriously and you could hear the concern in his voice.

You stared at your hands longer before shaking them. You feel the bruise on back throb, remembering that fight you two had the other night. How his fist felt on your back and it stung. You tilt your head up and your eyes meet his.

“Am I right?” His eyes bore into yours, searching your eyes deeply.

You couldn’t look at anymore. His hand quickly goes up to your cheek, caressing it gently. You feel your heart twist, the tears you so strongly held back flowed freely down your cheek. He continues to glide his thumb over your cheek, wiping your tears.

“They were but I don’t know how to feel.” Your voice was more shaky than you thought. “We’ve been together for so long that even when they hurt me I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to be alone. Now we’re over, I don’t even know how to feel.” You clenched on the hem of your shirt, feeling frustrated.

“You don’t have to be alone.” He says this calmly and you look back up at him again.

“What?” Of course you’d be confused.

He puts his other hand on your other cheek. “I’m saying, you don’t have to be alone.” He makes you keep your gaze at him. “I’m right here and I’ll definitely treat you better.”

The confusion immediately dissipates from your face. You just stared at him, not knowing what to do or how to answer. Yes, you already knew that you did in fact like him but isn’t it too soon?

“We don’t have to rush into it. I’m just letting you know, I’m here. Take your time, I’ll wait.” He puts his hands down and smiles at you.

You feel your heart flutter. “Oh, it’s like you read my mind.” Your lips pressed together as if you didn’t mean to say what you said.

“It was written all over your face and besides, you literally just got out of your relationship. I know you’re going to need time and I’ll be here to help you heal every step of the way.” The smile on his face gets softer and you could tell he was sincere with his word.

You return the smile and nod at him, wiping the rest of your tears away. “I trust you then. And until I give you my answer, I hope that you’ll still feel the way you do now.”

“Of course I will. I know I will.” He flicks your forehead and sits back down, patting the space next to him. “Can we continue the movie? It was getting interesting there but we got interrupted so. .”

You giggled at this and sat down next to him. You got comfy on the couch and looked back at the screen, his concentration goes to the movie. Your thoughts linger on him and the future ahead.

You knew that your first mission was to take care of yourself and if he was serious about his declaration then you knew he’d stay. Nowhere in your mind had doubt on his words and you didn’t know why it was like that. All you knew now was that you weren’t alone and that you had someone who you knew would be with you and stay by your side.

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bts-reveries · 5 years ago

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daddy diaries

“What if they don’t like me,” you ask Taehyung for the umpteenth time. He rolls his eyes, pressing the doorbell.

“If Yoongi hyung likes you, everyone else will too. Yoongi hyung is the hardest one to please,” Taehyung says, turning his head to give you a closed smile.

“And how do you know Yoongi likes me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“His princess loves you, he has to like you,” he states as if it’s so obvious, and that’s when the door swings open.

“YOU’RE HERE,” a new face yelled. He was very… energetic. The man turns towards you, shoving his hands in his pocket, looking you up and down. You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questioning look.

“Sooo.. you must be Yn,” he flashes you a smile.

“You are so cringey,” Taehyung says, pushing past the man, who you have yet to know the name of, and pulling you in with him.

“W-who, who was that?” you ask Taehyung.

“That’s Hoseok, or Hobi, kids call him Uncle Hobi. It’s only me and him in the whole group who’s still single, well, without a kid you know. So don’t expect that to happen with anyone else,” he laughs, “plus, you’re not my type.” You gasp, slapping his arm playfully, making him laugh more.

“I’m Hoseok by the way!” Hoseok yells from across the room, he was by the kitchen, holding 2L bottles of soda in his hands now. You turn to his voice and gave him a smile and wave.

“Why are you so shy?” Taehyung says, elbowing your side.

“I’m nervous!” You whisper, turning to look around the place. For someone who lives alone, his house was hUGE. He seems well off, and everything looked expensive. Hmm.. I wonder what he does for a living.

“Hey, hyung, are the others here?” Taehyung asks the older one, Hoseok’s head pops out of the kitchen, facing into the living room where the two of you were standing.

“Only Namjoon, Moonji, Yoongi, Hana, Jungkook, Sian, and Rina,” he lists.

“Waah~~ That’s… a lot of people,” you gape. Taehyung scoffs out a laugh.

“And three of them are babies, you’ll be fine,” he says to you in reassurance.

“Are they in the theater room hyung?” He yells towards the kitchen. Then Hoseok yells back a ‘yes’ in reply. T-there’s a theater in here?

“Come on,” Taehyung says, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the room.

“There’s a theater in this house? How big is this thing,” you ask in curiosity and wonder.

“Yes, it’s just a room with a few couches and a projector, nothing grand. He has a gaming room too and a dance room.” Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. He must be rich then.

Taehyung opens the door and instantly a few screams were heard.

“Uncle Taetae you’re here!”

“Uncle Tae!!”

“YN UNNIE~!” You hear, and a small girl runs towards you.

“O! Hana, hello,” you greet the little one, picking her up and giving her a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she says, holding your face in her little hands.

“Hana,” Taehyung calls, holding a little girl in his arms while a small boy was clinging to his leg. “Can you introduce Yn to everyone?” Hana nods, pushing out of your hold to get to the ground. She first points to the small boy around Taehyung’s legs.

“This is Sian, he’s three like me, but I’m older so I’m his noona.” You laugh and extend your hand to the little one.

“Nice to meet you Sian, I’m Yn.” Sian shyly puts his hands in yours and just looks at you with big, round eyes.

“His mommy and daddy are over there,” Hana points and you see a young couple smiling at you and waving. You smile and wave back.

“This is Moonji, she’s still a baby. She’s like two,” Hana explains.

“Hello,” you say softly to the younger one. She just looks at you, resting her head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Unnie come here, let me introduce you to her dad.” Hana pulls you towards a tall man with dark brown hair. He had a cute dimple when he smiled and he extended a long arm to you.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon,” he greets. Why are all these dads so handsome. Is this what happens when you have kids.

“H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m Yn,” you smile back, starting to feel flustered, “your daughter is very cute by the way.” You felt like you needed to mention it. Namjoon laughs, and started thanking you. The same adorable smile still plastered on his face.

“She gets it from her mom,” he says, which makes you wonder how pretty she must look. Before you can ask where her mom is, because you wanted to meet her as well, Hana pulls you to the next couple. The one she pointed to as Sian’s parents.

“This is Sianie’s parents,” she reminds you. You nod and introduced yourself first this time.

“I’m glad you can make it, I’m Jungkook, and this is my girlfriend, the mother of my son, the love of my lif--”

“Shut up,” the woman says, pushing Jungkook slightly, before cracking a small smile.

“I’m Rina, I’m so happy to see another girl around here,” she laughs. “Sometimes being with seven idiots-- I mean, guys, seven guys, is like having seven extra kids and it drives us moms crazy.” You let out a laugh, starting to feel more at ease.

“Well I’m not a mom, but I’ll help with all the kids, so don’t worry.”

“Oh, there’s actually only two moms here,” Jungkook clarifies.

“Just Rina and Mae, Jin hyung’s wife. The third one’s Jimin’s fiancee. The boys really out numbers the girls here, so when we told the girls that there’s a new addition to our group, they were extremely happy to find out it was you, Yn,” Jungkook smiles. Your eyebrows curve upwards as the words made your heart melt. New addition. Wow.

“Unnie~~ let’s go play with daddy,” Hana says pulling you away from the couple and dragging you to her dad.

“Hey Yoongi,” you greet him with a smile and he scoots over on his place on the couch to give you room to sit.

“Unnie come sit with us!” Hana yells, bringing you down to sit with her.

“WE’RE HERE IS EVERYONE HERE!”

The loud voice made you jump and lean towards Hana, who’s in between you and Yoongi.

“Oh! Sorry sweetie,” you say quickly, caressing the back of her head. Your head whip to the origin of the sound. How did that loud voice, come out of such a small person??

“Aghh, Jiminssi, you scared everyone!” Jungkook yells.

“Uncle Jimin! Auntie Yuna!” Sian yells, running towards the two. You’re guessing those are the engaged couple.

“Why are you making your entrance so loud Jiminie,” Taehyung asks in a much lower voice than Jimin’s, sitting down next to you on the couch.

Jimin is panting now. It seems like he just ran all the way here from when he got to the building.

“Are-- Are-- we the-- last ones?” He pants.

“Ah the tweet,” Namjoon remembers, he shakes his head, “no, Jin hyung seems to be the last one here. Can’t blame the guy, he has three kids to take care of.”

Jimin sighs in relief, dropping down to the floor and just laying there.

Yoongi clears his throat, attempting to get Jimin’s attention. “Ya~ shouldn’t you introduce yourself?” He asks, when the younger one lifts one eye open to look at his hyung.

“Hm? To who?” His eyes pass Yoongi’s, then Hana’s, before passing yours and looking at Taehyung’s eyes, then suddenly switching back to yours.

“O!” He shoots up to his feet and he’s suddenly in front of you.

“Hi, I’m sorry about that, I’m Jimin.” You laugh, greeting and introducing yourself back to him.

“This is my ex-girlfriend, Yuna,” he says, pulling his fiancee to his side, who pinches his side. “Ah!”

“He keeps doing that, “ she laughs, “hello, it’s very nice to meet you Yn. I hope we all get along well, I’m excited to be friends with you!”

“Thank you! I’m very thankful to have met this little girl and her dad that I get to meet all of you,” you smile, everyone else is oh so kind to you.

“YAH!~” Once again, your eyes widen and your body shook at the loud voice, ruining the once soft scene that was just playing before you.

You look up to see a man with wide shoulders, a baby in his arms, and two little ones by his leg, followed by a woman behind him.

“Ya~ hyung, doesn’t your kids get deaf by hearing you talk so loudly all the time,” Taehyung complains, sticking a finger in his ear and moving it up and down.

“I would’ve gotten here earlier but the kids wouldn’t cooperate and we couldn’t get them in the car unless we gave them a treat. I’m really starting to think the world follows Jimin on twitter and does whatever he tweets about me,” he says really fast in one breath. Jimin smiles so wide that his eyes disappear and he topples over, falling once more to the ground.

Wow, it really is chaotic here. Your head turn to Yoongi, who’s calmly just watching everyone with a straight face. How can he be so calm and quiet with all his friends being this crazy.

“Yn, this is the oldest of the group,” Taehyung introduces. “Jin hyung and his wife, Mae, and their three kids, Minseok, Soojin, and little Haneul.” Taehyung points to each one as he says their names. You learned thirteen names in less than an hour. Wow. Good luck to you.

Now that everyone has came, the host, Hoseok, walks into the room, carrying bowls of popcorn, while a few of the guys helped with bringing in some snacks and drinks as well. And finally, when everything was settled, the kids had their snacks, and so did the babies, the room was finally at peace and quiet. Everyone paying attention as the film began to play. As you heard from Taehyung, this was just the start. After the movie ends and the kids are put to sleep is when the real party begins.

❀ ❀ ❀

daddy diaries

❀part five: new addition❀

→singledad!yoongi x baker!reader

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ourooboroos · 5 years ago

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(you make me) dizzy in my head

Read on my ao3 or continue under the cut!

You make me dance like a fool Forget how to breathe Shine like gold, buzz like a bee Just the thought of you can drive me wild Oh, you make me smile

-Uncle Kracker, "Smile"

Magnus knows he should’ve put his TikTok account on private.

It’s too late now, he supposes, sitting in his car in the school parking lot, watching students file into the building. The damage is done. Thousands of people have seen the video he made in his bathroom at nearly one in the morning, too hyped up to sleep, too impatient for Catarina to text him back, and too impulsive for his own good. He had to voice his thoughts somewhere .

It wasn’t even the first time he’d made a video like this -- this one is just the most embarrassing. He remembers recording it and being so, absolutely sure of his own words.

“So I have a problem,” Magnus said, floating into the bathroom and aiming the camera at his reflection in the mirror. He spoke slowly, words drawn out. “I don’t know how to ask him out. I want to ask him out. He’s so fucking cute, guys, and he’s so kind and funny and -- well, you’ve seen my other videos. I just want him to love me!”

The worst part isn’t even that thousands of people have seen it, after it having appeared on a bunch of their front pages, apparently. It’s that, at exactly 6:45 in the morning, he woke up to a text from one Isabelle Lightwood that just said, “Fucking cute, huh?”

Fuck.

She’d seen it. She’d seen them . And she’d pieced it together.

Now he has to go to school knowing that his crush’s sister absolutely knows about his crush. And Izzy isn’t exactly the subtle, hands-off type. He wouldn’t even be surprised if she’d already told Alec. Magnus buries his head in his hands and groans.

There are three of them -- four including the new one -- and each one is a little more embarrassing.

* The first video happens in early October. Alec is over at Magnus’s house, and they’re sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over a project for Latin class. Magnus is trying to conjugate a list of words into perfect indicative, while Alec searches for something in his textbook. When Magnus lets out a grown of frustration, Alec snorts, and shuffles quickly and quietly in his seat so that his knee is pressed against Magnus. Magnus freezes for a moment before letting his knee press back, and Alec doesn’t shift again.

So of course Magnus posts soon after Alec leaves his house. Apparently he’s supposed to meet his family for dinner; his grandparents are in town. Magnus waves as Alec backs out of his driveway. He’s trying not to grin like a doofus, but he’s not sure that it’s working. When Alec’s car disappears around the block, Magnus runs to his bathroom.

“Guys,” he says, out of breath, into the mirror and his phone. “Guys, the guy I like just came over to work on school stuff and he sat so close to me our knees touched on purpose and I know that sounds stupid but holy shit, he’s so wonderful. He said I was the best project partner he’s ever had. Also, he smelled really good -- like lemongrass and pine and -- I just!” He runs a hand down his face and his video runs out of time. Alight with nervous energy, he posts it, hashtag free.

* Magnus makes the second video on Halloween.

This video is recorded in Magnus’s car; he’s sitting in his driveway, mind racing even as he tries to somewhat coherently narrate what has just happened, the night he’s just had. He plays it back even as he speaks about it.

He drives to Andrew’s house, windows down and letting the crisp fall air in. His hat nearly flies off his head and he holds it on as he turns down Andrew’s road, parks down the street. His makeshift pirate costume is immaculate, he has to admit; as he walks to Andrew’s he adjusts his clothes -- tight black pants and tall boots, a ruffled white shirt, and a red sash tied around his waist. He carries a plastic cutlass, and a tricorn hat sits on his carefully tousled hair.

Andrew’s house is loud, party in full swing by the time he gets there. He lets himself in, says hi to Andrew, and grabs a drink -- a soda since he’s driving himself. He’s just settled into a corner with Cat and Dot when a tall Spider-Man appears, skin tight suit leaving little to the imagination. The costumed man gives a friendly wave to Cat and Dot but turns to Magnus. Magnus tries not to stare at the obvious planes of his chest, or the muscles of his thighs, or the way his biceps stretch the lycra of his suit, but hell, it’s hard.

“Nice hat,” Spider-Man says, voice muffled behind his mask. He points to the top of his head as if to clarify. It sounds as though he’s smiling.

Magnus raises an eyebrow, amused. He peers at the eyes of the costume, but can’t see through the dark, dense mesh. This costumed classmate will remain a mystery, apparently. “Thank you, o glorious web-slinger.”

Spider-Man laughs. “Nice sword, too. Looks like you could kill a man.”

“If only it weren’t plastic.” He thumps the sword in his hand.

Spider-Man hums in response and shifts his weight, leaning a little too far and almost falling. He places a hand on the wall to balance himself. For the first time, Magnus notices that he’s holding a near-empty cup.

“How much have you had to drink tonight, Spidey?”

“A couple cups of… whatever this is.” His head tilts down and he sloshes the liquid in the cup around. “Punch, I guess?”

“You should be careful; Andrew uses an obscene amount of vodka in his punch.”

Spider-Man makes an odd noise, then. Magnus stares at him. “I thought it tasted funny.”

“You… you didn’t know it had alcohol in it?”

“I don’t really drink.” And with that, he sets what’s his cup on a bookshelf nearby. He wrings his gloved hands. “I guess it figures though -- I needed a bit of courage to come talk to you.”

Magnus scoffs. “Why?”

He pauses, stills his movements. Magnus is about to just ask him who he is when Spider-Man says, quietly, “Because you’re stunning,” and quickly turns and walks away. Magnus watches him go, mouth parted in confusion.

It isn’t until Magnus is hugging Cat and Dot, saying goodbye, and turning to leave, that he sees it; Alec, sitting on Andrew’s couch, eyes lit up in laughter, wearing a blue and red Spider-Man suit.

* The third video comes a week into November.

Magnus is in class, his mind drifting as Mrs. Penhallow flips through a powerpoint about the Cold War. He’s nearly fallen asleep when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Frowning, he pulls it out, dims the screen, and hides it under his desk.

It’s a text from Alec. Who’s sitting just across the room. Magnus glances at him, but Alec’s staring intently at Mrs. Penhallow, though there’s a small smile threatening his concentrated expression. Magnus looks back to the text.

A: What happens to a frog’s car when it breaks down? It gets toad away!

Magnus snorts, and covers it with a cough, but luckily Mrs. Penhallow ignores him and keeps plowing through her presentation. Magnus quickly writes back.

M: Why did the team of witches lose their baseball game? Their bats flew away.

He watches out of the corner of his eye as Alec subtly reads the text and grins broadly. His own phone vibrates a second later.

A: Did you know a kangaroo can jump higher than the Empire State Building? It makes sense, since the Empire State Building can’t jump.

M: Why did the can crusher quit his job? It was soda pressing.

A: Why did Adele cross the road? To sing Hello from the other side. M: Humpty Dumpty loves autumn. Every year he has a great fall.

They trade jokes back and forth for the rest of class, each of them hiding their smirks in their palms and their phones on their laps. It makes the period go by quickly, and Mrs. Penhallow has just finished her powerpoint and the bell rings when Magnus’s phone vibrates one more time:

A: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.

Magnus pauses as his classmates quickly throw their books in their bags and rise from their desks. He reads the text again. And again, just to make sure he’d read it right. He looks up, eyes searching for Alec, only to see that he’s already left.

He posts the new TikTok that afternoon. It ends with him just about yelling, “A stupid pick up line shouldn’t make my heart race like that!” into his mirror.

The fourth one, the final one, the one that apparently breaks the camel’s back, is inspired by a text. Not even a particularly riveting or important one. Magnus is laying in bed the Sunday after Thanksgiving, dreading going to school the next day. There’s something about going back to a regular schedule after holidays and breaks -- even a break as short as this one -- that fills him with anxiety. He rolls over, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep, when his phone lights up.

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving, Magnus! I’ll see you tomorrow.

It’s from Alec.

And Magnus keeps reading it, over and over. He hasn’t spoken to Alec since the Tuesday before break when they had Latin together and Alec had dropped his pen. Magnus had grabbed it for him so he didn’t have to lean awkwardly over this desk to grab it, and Alec had said thank you and grinned and Magnus had nodded and tried to regulate his breathing.

But apparently Alec thought of him just now, before they went back to school, and at 12:37 at night, when he probably thought Magnus was asleep. Magnus makes a sound he would be embarrassed about if anyone was around to hear it. He knows that Cat’s asleep by now -- she always goes to bed at ten on school nights -- so he gets up and stumbles through the dark room to his bathroom mirror.

Magnus is still in his car, waiting until the absolute last second he can before he’ll be late to run into the school, when someone knocks on the passenger side window.

He startles and whips his head around to see Alec, leaning over to peer into Magnus’s sedan. Magnus’s eyes widen and he slowly unlocks the car.

Alec opens the door and slides into the seat, dropping his bag in the footwell. “Hey,” he says quietly. Magnus fiddles with the keychains hanging off of his keys, still in the ignition, but he can feel Alec watching him.

“Hi,” he replies, smiling weakly.

There’s quiet, and Magnus wants to bang his head into the steering wheel. He has never once felt this awkward around Alec before. But what is he supposed to say? He can’t deny making the videos, and he certainly can’t deny that they’re about Alec. For fuck’s sake, he had gone into detail about his thighs in his Spider-Man costume.

“So,” Alec says. Magnus glances at him for a second, but Alec immediately meets his eyes, and Magnus can feel the heat rising up his neck. He turns away. “So, uh.” He pauses and Magnus can hear him curse, exhale loudly. “Sorry, I don’t have any vodka this time.”

That gets a snort from Magnus, even as he focuses his gaze on the dashboard.

Alec’s voice is soft, hesitant, when he speaks. “Did you mean it?”

Magnus finally turns, shifting in his seat. Alec’s staring at his hands now, wringing them in his lap. “You think I embarrassed myself online just for some meager views?”

The corner of Alec’s mouth quirks. “Not embarrassing.” Magnus snorts again, turning back to the dashboard, but Alec stops fiddling and reaches a warm hand out. It covers Magnus’s where he toys with the keychains hanging from the ignition, and Magnus pauses. “Really. Not embarrassing.”

Magnus swallows thickly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Alec’s smile grows. He nods, one eyebrow raised. “I’d like to hear more of your opinions on my Halloween costume, actually.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Magnus’s voice is without heat, and Alec laughs. Magnus smiles back at him. “Yes. I meant it.”

And Alec’s smile is radiant. His hazel eyes crinkle at the corners and now Magnus can’t stop looking at him, can’t not look at him when he looks like actual, literal sunshine. “Good.”

* “Hey guys,” Magnus says, twisting into the bathroom and aiming the camera at the mirror. “Too many of you watched my last video, so unfortunately--” He breaks off as a cackle sounds from the doorway. “Shush, I’m making a video!”

Alec sticks his head into the room, slides into frame, grin wide on his face. Magnus thinks he’ll never get sick of that smile. “So unfortunately he has to deal with me now,” Alec says, wrapping his arm around Magnus’s waist and tugging him close.

“Okay, maybe it’s not so unfortunate.”

The sixty-seconds timer ends just as Magnus turns and pulls Alec into a kiss.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years ago

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More Time - Chpt.8

Summary: Faced with an entire day to himself while Bucky is off at work, Steve finds himself struggling to fill his time. After a long afternoon at home he talks himself into going back the bar to see a certain redheaded bartender. Master list is HERE.

Warnings/ Content: Brief mention of Steve having poor body image.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! I am so in love with the 70 degree weather right now that I can’t even think of anything clever to say about this chapter. Please know that as soon as this is posted I will be retreating back outdoors to my super awesome lawn chair to bask in the warm sun until I absolutely positively have to go in to feed my kids. Hope it’s nice where you are too and that you got to enjoy some sun today. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Eight

Steve felt oddly out of place the following Monday when Bucky was off to work and he wasn’t due back to the VA until the next day. He had his appointment with Bruce and Helen in the morning but that went quickly and he was still as healthy as he would ever be. He wandered around a few museums Bucky had gifted him with memberships to but that only filled a few hours of his morning. Steve was avoiding texting Bucky, not wanting to feel like a desperate little housewife, but he was running out of things to occupy himself with. He settled for watching a movie with General while he ate lunch. He heated up some leftover chicken and ended up sharing it with the cat who sat politely next to Steve waiting patiently for any scraps he was willing to share. After the movie, Steve holed himself up in his studio letting his art carry him away for the rest of the afternoon; he figured he could at least be productive that way.

It was past dinner time when Steve’s phone lit up with a ping of an incoming message.

Jerkface [6:42:17PM]: hey bb how r u?

Stevie G [6:42:26PM: I’m good. How did things go today?

Jerkface [6:43:48PM]: long tiring ready 2 b home

Stevie G [6:44:03PM]: What time are you guys getting in?

Jerkface [6:44:36PM]: leaving @ 1930 3hr flight

Stevie G [6:44:57PM]: Okay, I’ll probably still be up when you get back. Miss you.

Jerkface [6:45:04PM]: miss u 2 give general a pet 4 me

Steve sighed, he didn’t expect a day on his own to feel so long. He wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of sharing another lonely meal with the cat but his stomach rumbled and he knew he needed to figure out dinner sooner rather than later. Steve wondered what the odds were that Emma, the bartender from Friday, would be working again if he stopped in for dinner. He did want to apologize for his behavior despite Bucky insisting he hadn’t been as terrible as he feared. Steve slowly talked himself into going as he packed away his paints. The food there was decent and he had liked the cozy feel of the place, it would be nice to get out for a bit since Bucky wouldn’t be home until late.

General Meow looked up from his spot on the bed and watched with bored disinterest as Steve searched through the closet. He wasn’t dressing up, he told himself, he just couldn't go out in paint splattered clothes. He had been meaning to try out some of the soft, heavy dress pants he’d bought for the winter anyway. And if he was wearing dress pants, well then he couldn’t just put on a tee shirt. Steve adjusted the collar of his blue checkered shirt, tugged at the hem of the navy blue sweater he’d put on over top of it, standing back to assess himself in the full length mirror. He looked kind of nice, he mused. He tried to focus on the things he did like about himself as his therapist had taught him to do but it was difficult when all he saw was what was wrong. He tried reframing his negative thoughts and found that equally exhausting.

Logically he knew his thick glasses made his eyes stand out, and he had always liked his eyes. Just like he knew the layer of softness across his middle meant he was healthy and no longer underweight. But staring at himself in the mirror, he wished he’d given the contact lenses another try and was thankful that the heavy sweater covered him well enough that he could pretend he still had a toned body underneath it.

Steve shook his head at himself, when did he get so vain? He turned to the cat who had gone back to napping, “I’ll be back in a little bit, General.” He told him. The cat opened an eye to acknowledge he had been spoken to but went right back to napping. Steve bundled on his winter coat and gloves, grabbing Bucky’s scarf too at the last minute because it was cold outside and not because it smelled like Bucky and Steve missed him.

It was a short but bitter cold walk down the block to Matty’s Bar and Steve’s lungs were protesting fiercely by the time he got inside. He fumbled with his inhaler and his gloves, finally getting two good puffs in to loosen up the tightness in his chest the icy winter air had caused. Sighing a heavy breath of relief Steve started unzipping his coat and finally looked down the bar to see if Emma was working. He jumped, almost knocking over the stool next to him, when he realized Emma was standing directly across from him; watching with an amused expression.

“Hey Steve.” Emma said, giving him that same sympathetic smile she’d given on Friday when he’d let the bourbon go to his head. Emma had watched him race inside from the cold and struggle to get his breathing under control. She wanted to ask him if he was okay but he’d finally gotten his inhaler out and she waited while he got himself back under control.

“Hey.” Steve replied trying to pretend he hadn’t just jumped like an idiot, “Emma, right?”

“Yeah. It’s good to see you again. You want a Makers Mark?”

“No!” Steve said a little too loudly. Real smooth, Rogers, he chided himself. “No, just a coke please. Friday was… a special night out.”

Emma giggled lightly at his outburst and nodded in understanding while she poured him a coke from the soda gun. “Bucky said you guys were celebrating. So what brings you back again so soon?” There were no other patrons at the bar and Emma took advantage of the lull to lean on the glossy wood top and enjoy herself watching Steve flounder for words. It was endearing the way even the tips of his ears burned bright when he blushed.

“Well, I wanted to apologize for… um… for getting a little drunk on Friday. Your job is tough enough as it is, let alone adding a drunk guy to the mix. I appreciate how kind you were even when I couldn't hold my liquor.”

Emma wanted to hug him, he was so earnest but so misguided. Steve had been a delight compared to other guys who couldn't hold their alcohol, and even most who could. “You did not come all the way down here in the cold just to apologize to me.”

Steve nodded, his head bowed in embarrassment.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Emma whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer to Steve on his good side after noticing the tiny hearing aid in his other ear.

Steve nodded again, eyebrows quirked up in interest.

Emma was so close to Steve he could smell the soft lavender of her perfume when she whispered. “Seeing Captain America tipsy and giggling was the best part of my entire night.”

Steve leaned back, a little heartbroken at her words despite their good intent.

Emma frowned, picking up on his reaction to something she said. Maybe she had overstepped? She knew she came across as too flirty at times and, while it was great for tips as a bartender, sometimes it had some unintended consequences. Steve was so handsome though, moreso now than in any picture she’d seen of him in books and documentaries. Emma prayed she hadn’t offended him somehow. She pathetically hoped that he would keep coming in so she could pine quietly from afar over him, and Bucky too if she was being honest with herself.

Steve tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone when he explained, “Well, sorry to disappoint, but it’s just Steve Rogers now. Not an ounce of super anything left in me.”

Emma cringed, realizing her misstep. “Oh, no. I just meant… because you always seem so…” she waved her hands trying in vain to explain herself, “So… stern? Maybe that’s not it, but every picture I’ve ever seen of you seemed so stiff and dutiful. I always wondered if you ever got the chance to just be a normal guy.”

Steve was stunned at her explanation. “No, things were pretty much go-go-go after I got the serum.”

“I’m really sorry. That sounds pretty shitty.” Emma reached out and surprised both of them when she covered his hand with hers, clasping it tightly for a moment.

“I was just trying to do my part.” Steve told her with a shrug.

“So I’ve read. But you’re still a person at the end of the day.”

“You ever been told you have a very unique perspective on things?”

Emma laughed, “Yeah, a couple of times. I’m glad you’re taking it easy now though. You deserve it. And you Bucky seem really happy together. Is he your…?”

Steve nodded quickly, delighted he could share this so openly in public. “He’s my partner, yeah.”

“Good for you guys. Gives us painfully single people hope.”

Steve wanted to ask how someone so lovely could be single but he kept his inner Casanova to himself; that was Bucky’s forte, not his. Instead, he gave her a half smile and navigated the conversation to dinner, letting her talk him into a breakfast burger which sounded ridiculous but she insisted was worth trying.

Steve was thankful it was a Monday night and the icy weather had kept everyone else at home. He loved every minute Emma spent leaning on the bar chatting with him while he ate his meal. She even caved in after a bit and took the fries he kept pushing towards her. It was surprisingly easy to talk to her and Steve found himself opening up more than he meant to at times. She wasn’t hung up on his former mantel of Captain America, her questions all centered around Steve himself and her interest seemed genuine. Steve ended up hanging out for a while after his meal was done just to spend time talking and she didn’t seem to mind at all. He was stunned when his phone pinged with a new message from Bucky letting him know he’d be home in twenty.

“I’m so sorry, I took up your whole night! I gotta get back, Bucky is on his way home from work.” Steve told her while he pulled out his wallet to pay.

Emma tried to hold back her disappointment that Steve was leaving. She had enjoyed his company so much on what would have otherwise been a boring Monday night. Emma hated the way reality came crashing back in. Steve, though charming and sweet and so quietly handsome, was not hers. He had a man he loved to get back home to and she would be heading home to her quiet apartment to read a book and water the little family of succulents who lived in her living room windowsill. Emma realized she had been quiet too long and startled herself back to the present. “It’s okay, Steve. You were good company tonight. I’ll get your check.”

Steve smiled at her fondly and she stamped down the ache in her heart. Emma bid him goodnight, asking him to tell Bucky hello for her and to come back anytime he needed company. She watched him hurry out the door into the cold and sighed heavily, resigning herself to her quiet solitary existence.

Bucky was surprised to find Steve in the kitchen when he arrived home a little before ten. His hands were frigid when he hugged him and the tips of his nose and ears were tinged pink and also icy cold. “Did you just get home?” Bucky asked in disbelief.

Steve looked almost guilty, “I went out for a burger, it was too quiet around here and General isn’t a great conversationalist.”

“Where did you go?”

“Just down to Matty’s Bar. Emma was working again tonight. She says hello by the way.”

Bucky stared at Steve for a long minute. There he was, dressed all nice and having spent what must have been a few hours with the gorgeous girl they had both been mooning over a little. “You’re lucky I’m so secure with myself and our relationship. Otherwise I’d be wondering why you’re dressed like you’re meetin’ my mother and spending a night in the company of a beautiful woman.”

Steve was too easily rattled and fell for the ribbing. “Buck, you know I love you. I learned my lesson; God did I ever. You’re it for me. You have to know that.”

Bucky hugged Steve tightly, pressing firm kisses on the top of his fluffy golden hair. “I was just teasin’ ya. Besides, it’s not like we never brought a girl back for some fun before. Emma’s a real looker.”

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? And she’s so sweet. She spent the whole night keeping me company, asking questions about me and not about my time with the shield.”

“Feeling a little smitten there, huh?”

“Just a little. She’s too good for us though, Buck.”

“No one’s too good for you. But maybe I’ll go try a burger from Matty’s on my night off.” Bucky said it in jest but after it was out he considered it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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#more time #stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky x original character #stucky x original female character #stucky x ofc #steve rogers #preserum steve rogers #post winter soldier bucky barnes #shrinkyclinks #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #post marvel endgame #post endgame #endgame fix it #endgame fixit

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lovinmcu · 5 years ago

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New Life in Cali, ch.2

Chapter 2

Pairings; Chris Evans x reader

Warnings; none just fluff

A/N; comments, please.

Later on, that night, just as you finish supper your phone dings. You check it as you set down on the couch to watch some tv. It’s Chris, wow, Chris Evans just texted you, you wipe your eyes and pinch yourself to make sure you aren’t dreaming.

“Hey, it’s Chris, the party’s on Saturday at 3, the address is 6342 Woodlane. Hope you can make it”

“Great, see you then!” You put down your phone, and open Netflix, scroll through a little while and settle on Supernatural and hit play. This may not be the best idea this close to bedtime but how bad can it be. Just in case you grab a glass of wine, between the show and the excitement from meeting your new friend, it’ll help you sleep.

Dean and Sam are fighting some demons when your phone dings again and you jump.

“Great!” Chris replies, “Can’t wait.” You put the phone down and continue watching, not wanting to get too excited about your new texting buddy. 45 minutes later, *bing* It’s Chris again, “Whatcha doin’?”

You slightly chuckle and roll your eye; “watching Supernatural and having a glass of wine and U?”

…

“Trying to find something on Netflix.” … “oh Supernatural’s on here, I’ll try it, I’ve never seen it. So what’s this about?”

“Two brothers fighting the evils in the world…like killing demons and vampires.” You reply.

…

A little later you hear your phone go off again, “OMG this is so gory, how do you watch this?!?!” Is what your lock screen showed Chris had sent.

You laugh out and hit reply. “I can see past all the gore what two of the hottest guys in the world are on it!” You hesitate and hit send, chuckle, and continue watching till the end of the episode. When it was over, you got ready for bed.

*bing*

You climb into bed and check your phone one last time. Chris again. “Two of?!?! So there is more?” You knew he’d catch that.

“Yup, just a couple! ;-)” You say as you roll your eyes and turn a few shades of red.

“Am I on the hot guy's list?”

“Maaaaaayyyyybbbeee?!?!?! ;-P” … “Goodnight Chris” You put the phone on silent and lay it down on the nightstand. Even after all of the excitement today you fell asleep quickly.

The next morning started like any other, you got up and got ready for work, ate, and went to leave for work when you picked up your phone, that’s when you caught 12 new messages! “What in the world?” They were all from Chris, begging you to tell him if he’s on your hot list, asking if you’re asleep and him finally giving up. You rolled your eyes and walked out the door.

Mid-morning, *bing* while you’re in the middle of editing Frozen 2 so you barely notice. At one, you finally break for a lunch break, starving, and in serious need of some coffee. You head for the cafe on campus, grab a chicken sandwich, side salad, a latte and find a seat. After digging in you pull out your phone to check your messages. “I know you read those.” “You know that shows right” “I bet you’re at work” “AM I ON THE LIST” “on set now, talk later.” all texts from Chris. You think, man, for Captain America he can be pretty annoying, but he can pull it off because he’s cute.

You send a quick reply, “sorry, editing frozen 2 all day, just took a break” “and I’m not saying who’s on it ;-)” and now back to your food, which you quickly eat your food, grab a soda for later and head back to your office. *bing*

“I just realized I’m right down the road, can I bring you a coffee?” Chris messaged.

In serious need of caffeine, you reply, “sure, white chocolate mocha, please.” You were afraid it was going to be a long night, with the deadline close approaching. 20 minutes later your phone beeps again with Chris saying he’s on campus, you give him directions to your office and go back to work, music playing and back to the door, you quickly get lost in your work and music again. A cough comes from the door that interrupts your thoughts. “Hey Chris, come in!”

“To busy to visit?” Chris says as he hands you the coffee.

“I can spare a few minutes, but no matter it’s probably going to be a late night.” You explain that your deadline is fast approaching and the premier only a few months away. But this isn’t your first go around, you knew what would happen. Tomorrow, maybe the next day, your boss would come in asking how progress was coming, and you wanted to be able to say it was about done. You want to make sure he knows how hard you are working and how much you love your job.

“Really? Well, that stinks, I was going to invite you to game night at my place tonight. Some of my other crazy friends and I get together every couple weeks whether I’m in town to host or not.” Chris says.

“Well, that sucks. If I get off and still have any energy I’ll message you. But I doubt I’ll make good company.”

Chris says his goodbyes and goes back to set and you get back to work. But this time you are totally distracted thinking about your handsome visitor. Wondering all the things, like why is he being so nice to me?

You try your best to focus but none the less get a lot more of your work is done. You decide to leave the office around nine, and you haven’t eaten since 1:00 and you are starving once again. Pulling out your phone you send Chris a quick text like you said you would, “Just leaving work, famished, need food now!”

Almost immediately you get a response, “plenty of food here, come by!”

You smile, grab a snack bar out of your bag, and start taking the car in that direction, you didn’t respond because you were trying to make up your mind on what to do. Going over to his house, to a guy you met yesterday, where all his friends are, is going to be pretty awkward, but you guess it’s better than meeting EVERYONE in a bathing suit Saturday. So at the next light, you send “on my way.”

#mcu #marvel smut #chris evans #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #smut coming

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writeyourownlifestory · 5 years ago

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L-I-G-H-T-S U-P

Chapters: 2/20 Fandom: IT Rating: M Warnings: No warnings at this time Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom Additional Tags: PunkRocker!Eddie, Writer!Richie, Beveddie!Friendship, No Clown Written by: myself & @ahardlife Tag list: @richietoaster, @beproudtozier, @that-weird-girls-blog, @s-onora, @s-s-georgie, @bellarosewrites, @iamcupcakefrosting, @reddieonwheels, @ghostnebula, @madidraw @madi-main, @gazebobullshit, @thoughtfullyyoungduck

Puff piece writer Richie Tozier is given the chance of a lifetime to interview his celebrity crush: Dr. K, the lead singer of punk rock band, Trashmouth. Dr. K is about to release his first solo album and Richie wants to get all the dirty details. But all is not what it appears to be and the two realize they know each other from a different time, in a different place, when they were both very different people.

Chapter one can be found here

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek

I get a little lonely Get a little more close to me You're the only one who knows me, babe So hot, you're hurtin' my feelings (woo) Can't deal

Richie had very little idea what he was supposed to be doing.

Okay, correction, he had a decent idea. It was a simple interview. Ask a couple of questions, hopefully, get a couple of answers. It wasn’t being filmed nor were they doing something dumb to pass the time. Just a simple sit down with a punk rock legend in the making.

Richie had written down almost a hundred questions, half of which he wanted to scrape because they just seemed so generic and boring. This might have been just a stereotypical interview but the person of interest was anything but typical.

Dr. K had changed things for the better in the music industry. He didn’t stick to social norms, but he also didn’t jam his uniqueness down your throat. If you wanted to see him, you would see him. If you didn’t want to pay him any mind, that was fine too. Dr. K had said on more than one occasion that he wasn’t there to entertain the small minds of the world. The people who would see him would see him and those who heard him would listen.

Richie listened very clearly. Almost nightly. He wasn’t lying when he told Bill he had seen them sixteen times in the past eight years. From small dingy bars deep in the city to the biggest venues the state had to offer. Richie had been there for it all, cheering on this amazing band and buying up their merch to boot.

Richie thought about wearing one of their shirts, but he didn’t want to come on too strong. He stuck with his regular business attire, making sure that nothing was too wrinkled or had a strange mess to it.

He thought about doing something with his hair until he finally snapped himself out of this little fantasy he had going on inside his head. This wasn’t a blind date; wasn’t some matchmaking at the hands of Bill. This was a serious business and Richie had to take it seriously.

Richie was gangly, with wavy hair and thick glasses. Sure, some guys found him to be cute, but he gave credit to his charming personality. He put on a mask to get by but in reality, he was just a lonely guy who didn’t know where he belonged.

So when the day came, he told himself just to relax because nothing would come from this. There wasn’t going to be a magical spark between the two. He wasn’t going to let go of his career and start touring with Dr. K as his personal assistant slash roadie slash groupie.

He was just a guy interviewing for his place of work and Richie reminded himself that repeatedly as he arrived at the location Bill gave him. Red Balloon records were serious business that only took on the best of the best. Richie gave his name and flashed the pass that he always kept on him from Paper Boats just to show he was legit.

He was sent up automatically and was practically buzzing in the elevator up. When he arrived at the top, a red-headed woman greeted him, offering a polite smile as they walked through the hall. She was dressed smartly in a suit of her own, high up against her neck and tight at the waist. She offered a quick handshake before they got moving.

“Beverly Marsh. You’re a little early, but that’s all right. K likes punctual people.” She revealed.

“Figured it would be better to be early than late.”

“Better late than never as they say,” Beverly commented with a knowing smile. “I hope you have something good to ask him.”

“Way to put the pressure on,” Richie muttered, following close behind her. “I tried to choose questions he hadn’t already been asked before, but there are only so many non-generic questions out there. I’m sure he’ll be asked the same bullshit by the other magazines.”

“Dr. K isn’t doing any other magazine interviews. He’s agreed to only speak to a Paper Boat representative. You, specifically.”

“What? You’re kidding.” It wasn’t unheard of for a celeb to only speak to one news outlet, but for him to choose to only speak to PB when he had so much to release seemed a bit out there. Richie wondered if Bill had worked his magic on Dr. K’s people and convinced them to sell the story to Paper Boat and only Paper Boat.

“You’ll be the only so I certainly hope you make it worth his while.”

“No pressure there,” Richie muttered, adjusting his glasses nervously.

“Don’t be worried. Dr. K is very easy going. Just don’t make this into a big deal.”

Richie snorted, giving the redhead a quick side look. “Right. Speaking to a premature rock God. It's no big deal.”

Beverly chuckled, stopping outside one of the doors. “He isn’t a God. He’s just a guy with a lot of talent.”

“Here I thought the lead singer of a punk rock band would want to surround himself with people who stroke his ego.”

Beverly shrugged, reaching for the doorknob. “He’s not the lead singer of a band anymore. And K doesn’t surround himself with anybody he doesn’t want around. Constantly hearing how wonderful you are can be pretty boring, don’t you think?” Opening the door, Beverly gesturing inside. “He’ll be with you in just a moment.”

The room was empty but set up comfortably. There was a small bar with drinks and a table of snacks set up. Caramel popcorn and peanut M&Ms filled up the bowls. Richie grabbed a couple of candies, tossing them in the air and catching them. He walked around, admiring the room. It had that vintage rock and roll vibe to it. Vinyl along the brick walls and posters of all the bands the record label signed over the year.

Sitting in a cooler were glass soda bottles and Richie lifted one, searching for a bottle opener only to come up empty. Shrugging, he brought the bottle to his mouth, hoping to open it with his teeth the way he used to in college, but that proved futile. He was older and his teeth weren’t as strong as they used to be.

“It’s a twist-off,” A voice from behind him said.

Richie turned and the bottle nearly slipped through his fingers as his eyes settled on the new person in the room.

It was him, his morning glory.

Dr. K.

He looked exactly like Richie hoped he would. Utterly gorgeous.

He wasn’t dolled up in eyeliner or hair gel the way he would if he was on stage or dressed in the best designers for a photoshoot, but he still looked too good to be true. Dark jeans with a dark jacket, a Ramones tee shirt hugging his toned body. His skin was pale, showing off every mark and freckle he had to offer.

His hair was shorter now; another shock vibing out through the music world. First Trashmouth loses their lead and then the lead loses his hair. Richie didn’t mind it though. The shorter cut framed Dr. K’s face ever so perfectly.

He was absolutely gorgeous and Richie felt like he was a six-foot tall garbage can on fire just standing in the same room with him.

Richie watched as Dr. K came forward, going to grab a bottle out of the cooler. He twisted it open with ease, offering it to Richie to switch out with the unopened one he was holding. Richie took it, still not saying a word as he watched the other man open a second bottle for himself and begin to drink it.

“What? Disappointed it’s not beer?” Dr. K asked him curiously.

“It’s ten in the morning,” Richie mentioned.

Dr. K shrugged off, sipping slowly at his drink. “As they say: it’s five o’clock somewhere.” He mentioned, taking another swig of the soda bottle. “So. You’re him, huh?” He asked, looking him up and down slowly.

A tickle of nerves ran along Richie’s back and after nearly spitting out his sip, he placed the bottle down beside him. “Yes. Hi. Richard Tozier; representative of Paper Boat magazine.” He stuck his hand out, offering a shake.

He wanted to be professional, but he wondered if that came off lame. Lame was the last thing he wanted because anything that wasn’t punk or rock and roll was incredibly lame.

And Richie was very sure if he looked lame in front of Dr. K he would throw himself in front of a moving train.

Luckily for him, Dr. K didn’t seem to mind. He offered a polite smile and reached out to shake his hand. His shake was tight and simple, though Dr. K did linger a bit longer than expected.

“So, shall the interview begin?” He offered, gesturing over to the couch across the way.

Richie scrambled to take his seat, wanting to make room for everything that was begging to come out of his mouth.

“First I just want to say thank you for allowing us to do this. I know you aren’t a very public person so to be able to do a one on one with you is truly an honor.”

“People are hungry. Might as well feed them.” Dr. K replied slowly.

“Right. Okay. So a solo album. Why now?”

“Why not now?”

“Right, okay. Great answer.” Richie cliched his pen and began writing that down. “So the album. Do you have a title for it yet?”

“We have a few things bouncing around but nothing has been decided yet.”

“And it’s all original work that you’ve written on your own?”

“Oh, the contrary; my first big solo album will be a complete list of some of my favorite songs already in creation.”

Richie pauses, looking up. “So a cover album?” He questioned, pushing his glasses up. “Why? I only ask because you’re an amazing songwriter! Surely you can make a whole album up on your own.”

“Your flattery is charming. And I have many ideas for songs but there are already so many songs out there and I want to lend my own voice and specific style to them.” Dr. K paused, smiling then. “And don’t call me Shirley.”

“Dr. K gets off with a zinger! Impressive.” Richie scribbled everything down, leaning back in the chair as he grew more comfortable. “Okay so. Cover album. Do I get to know any of the songs?”

“It will be between fifteen and twenty. We’re still narrowing it down.”

“That’s quite a lot. Any particular reason?”

“I’m greedy.” Dr. K shrugged, sipping slowly at his bottle.

Richie focused his eyes on the pad in his hands instead of on the bottle that Dr. K had his mouth wrapped around.

“I will say each song has been chosen by me personally. Little ditties that touched me in one way or another during my life; going all the way back to my childhood to now.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

“I do, though I can’t say without revealing anything.”

“What about in general?” Richie inquires. “Come on. Even a rockstar has to have a favorite song.”

Eddie smiled softly, almost dismissively. Richie thought he was going to ignore the question or request a skip, but instead, Richie would himself getting the answer.

“Clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away. I've done alright up to now, it's the light of day that shows me how. And when the night falls, loneliness calls….”

Richie blinked, his mind desperately trying to get past the fact that Dr. K just sang to him to recognize the song.

“I Wanna Dance With Somebody?” He asked aloud, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. “Your favorite song is by Whitney Houston?”

“Are you not a fan?”

“What? No, it’s not that! Whitney was iconic. Rest In Peace Queen, but I just meant. It’s surprising! Especially for somebody with your record.”

“Even rockstars can have a soft spot for a good pop song,” Eddie told him with a small smile.

Richie, having found himself staring, scrambling to write everything down. He paused, collecting his thoughts so he could wrap this up. He didn’t want to leave yet but he didn’t want to take up any more of Dr. K’s time.

“Why now?” He asked suddenly. “Why go solo now?”

“My bandmates have lives of their own. Wives. Children. I have neither. Besides, I lived my life doing what people expected of me. Thought I’d have fun and throw a wrench in their plan for me.”

A knock on the door came. After a few seconds, Beverly opened, sticking her fiery redhead inside. “K, I’m sorry to interrupt but Stanley is on the phone. Legal mumbo-jumbo.”

“Duty calls.” Dr. K sighed, standing slowly from the couch. Realizing the interview was cover, Richie stood as well, shoving everything back into his bag. Dr. K didn’t move right away. He stood in front of Richie, that same damn smile across his lips.

“Thank you. Really. Having this chance had been a total career changer.” He mentioned to him, pausing just before they could separate.

Richie always took his job seriously but come on, how detailed could you get about something when the story you were writing was on giant chocolate chip cookies or watching celebs balance pies on their heads? This was the first legitimate of Richie’s career and he was incredibly grateful for the chance.

“Do you think I could bother you for a picture? I know it’s super unprofessional, but you’re like my idol.”

Dr. K laughed then. Not mockingly, but rather with surprise. There was a glimmer in his eyes Richie couldn’t recognize, though he didn’t get the chance to question it as Dr. K came to his side in moments.

Richie scrambled to grab his phone, holding it out so he could capture both of them. They smiled wide, standing beside one another closely as the picture was taken. Richie was definitely going to make that his lock screen the moment he got home.

He offered his hand, one final shake and Dr. K took it without question. “It was nice to see you again, Richie.” He said, giving the hand one last squeeze before Beverly ushered him out.

Richie stood there, offering a lame wave as he was left alone in the room. A solid minute passed before Dr. K’s words repeated in his head.

Nice to see you again? What the fuck?

#deleted the original post because i am a MORON #Reddie #Reddie!AU #Reddie fic #fanfic #it #it au #it fanfic #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #Beverly Marsh #Punk!au #rock star au #rock star!au #punk rocker

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spicykoreantatertots · 5 years ago

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roadtrip - part one

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff, and eventually smut; high school au, friends to lovers au

warnings: mention of drugs, car accident, hospital

word count: 3k

part one - part two

A knock on the practice room door steals your attention from the sheet music in front of you. Who could it be at this hour? You think to yourself, checking the clock. It reads 8:45pm. You open the door to see the custodian.

“Oh, hi Bea. What’s up?” You were used to seeing Bea around during the evenings when you stayed in the band hall to practice. Working on various etudes and solos had consumed your evenings since you got into the French Horn studio at the Manhattan School of Music, one of the most prestigious music programs in New York.

“Is this your phone?” She hands your phone to you. “I found it on a table. It’s been ringing for the past few minutes.”

“Oh thank you.” You close the door and return to the chair in the practice room to scroll through your notifications. Oh it’s the group chat. Haven’t heard from those guys in a while. The smile that quickly spreads across your face disappears just as fast.

>>bangtan squad<< 37 unread messages

Jimin: yes i can pick u up tae. 20 mins

Tae: Can someone give me a ride????

Tae: Oh shit.

Mina: Does anyone know anything yet?? Jin??

Hoseok: on my way from tennis practice!

Jimin: i can be there in like half an hour

Ami: I'll be there as soon as possible.

Tae: what the fuck.

Okay what is going on? Why do these messages have to show up in backwards order? You finally unlock your phone and scroll back to the first message. First one in a few weeks, actually.

Jin: Yoongi was in a car crash. He's in surgery now. Meet at St. Mary's ER waiting room asap.

You don't even bother to read the rest of the messages before shoving your phone in your pocket, packing your things, and rushing out of the band hall. You feel the sting of tears in your eyes as you reach your car. You take a deep breath and wipe your eyes before speeding out of the dimly lit parking lot.

~~~~~~~

As you run into the waiting room you wipe a few more tears from your cheeks. You immediately survey the room to find your friends. You quickly spot Jin, sitting alone. His legs bouncing up and down. The worry is written across his face. You rush over to him.

"Jin, have you heard anything?" He stands to embrace you, holding on just a little bit tighter than usual.

"No, I haven't. They won't tell me anything because I'm not family. Isn't that fucking ridiculous?" Jin sits back down. You join him, settling in for what you know will be a long night.

"Where are the Mins?" You look around the waiting room, not seeing any other familiar faces.

"They had to book a private jet back from Chicago, I'm assuming they'll be here as soon as they can. They had to call me because they were out of town for some album release party." Jin has a frustrated look on his face, you reach over and place your hand on top of his.

You have known Jin since the two of you were children. Your parents were part of the same country club. That's actually how you met Namjoon, Mina, and Yoongi too. The original five members of the Bangtan Squad. Those carefree days seem so long ago now.

Jin's phone rings and brings you back to reality.

"Hello. No they won't tell me anything. Okay, see you later." Jin put his phone back in his pocket. "That was Namjoon. He just got the messages. He can't find someone to cover his shift, so he's staying at work until 11:00."

"As if his shift at the library is so important." You can't help but roll your eyes.

"Oh... he's not at the library anymore. He found a better paying job at a cafe. Apparently he's the only barista available right now." Jin tried to stifle his laughter.

"Namjoon? Working food service? I never thought I would see the day." You smile to yourself. He never seemed the type that would get a job in the service industry.

"Well it pays a lot more than the library and since his parents cut him off -"

"His parents cut him off?!" Your jaw almost hits the floor. Namjoon's parents are commercial real estate agents and they are very well off. You can't believe they would actually do that. Namjoon and you are so close. Why didn't he tell me? "What the fuck did he do?"

"Apparently the maid found his stash and well you know how the Kims are about drugs. I'm surprised they didn't disown him completely."

"But I thought Hoseok was keeping his stash for him?" You questioned.

"Well he's been busy with Tennis so they stopped doing that about three weeks ago. God, where have you been?" Jin joked, but the truth was that you have missed out on a lot of things lately. Concert band kept you busy during the spring. Performances, competitions, and not to mention the audition for music school. You had worked tirelessly on your solo and it paid off.

"I guess I've missed a lot." The regret was evident on your face. "I miss spending time with you guys. We need to bring back Thursday night hangouts." Jin nods in agreement.

"As soon as theater rehearsals are over. Tae, Jimin, and me are booked through the end of the month." Suddenly you remember why the hang outs were cancelled. Everyone is so busy with their own activities. You try not to let the thought bring you down further.

"Remember that time when we all met at the bowling alley and Taehyung paid the guy to let him bowl while wearing his Jordans and then -" Jin says, seeing the regret flash across your face.

"And then Yoongi accidentally dropped his bowling ball on Tae's foot." You start laughing at the memory. Before long, you and Jin had gone through dozens of funny moments shared between you and the Bangtan Squad.

"What could you two possibly be laughing about?" You look up to see a very upset Mina. She looks like she had been crying on her way over here too.

"We were just... reminiscing." The smiles fade as Mina sits across from you and Jin. Without any new updates, the three of you sit making small talk as the rest of your friends start showing up.

~~~~~~~

Jimin and Taehyung arrives shortly after Mina. They were arguing about Jimin's driving.

"Well next time you can get an Uber!" People around the waiting room were glaring at Jimin who was being very loud.

"Shut up and sit down." Jin was not having any of Jimin's whining tonight. "And your driving really is terrible." Jimin frowns and sits down next to Mina. Taehyung takes the seat next to you.

You lean your head onto Taehyung's shoulder and he gently pats your head. You and Taehyung are the most affectionate in the group. Although you could often be seen holding hands or sitting in each other's laps, your friendship never turned into anything more. He never admitted it out loud, but you're pretty sure Taehyung has a crush on either Mina or Jungkook, it’s hard to tell which. And of course you've always had a thing for Yoongi...

Hoseok arrives, his signature smile missing from his face. Thankfully he took the time to shower after his tennis practice. The next to join the group is Jungkook. He sits on the ground and pulls a deck of cards out of his backpack. "Anyone want to play a round of Go Fish?"

After an awkward pause, Hoseok finally gives Jungkook a big smile. "I'll play."

"Me too." You chime in with an eye roll and take a seat on the floor next to Jungkook. Jimin takes a seat on the floor too and the game of Go Fish quickly turns into a few rounds of poker. The somber mood of the group shifts to something a little more bearable.

"Hey where is Ami? I thought she would be here by now." Mina sends a text, probably to find out where Ami is. "She's the last one. Well besides Namjoon." You look at your phone. No notifications, but the time read 10:30pm.

"She probably found a really interesting science book and she couldn't put it down." Jimin smirked.

"No pizza for you Park Jimin." Ami laughed behind the three large pizza boxes she was carrying in. Ami... she always thinks of everything. "Why don't you grab some sodas." She motions for Jimin to go to the vending machine in the corner.

You and your friends sit huddled around Jin's phone watching old vines and eating pizza. For a moment, it's just a Thursday night hangout. Tonight it's bittersweet, but you really missed this feeling of being surrounded by your friends.

~~~~~~~

"Did you save me any pizza? I'm starving." Namjoon walks in still wearing the green shirt and khaki pants that you assume are his new work uniform. When you see your best friend, you stand to hug him.

The smell of coffee beans is strong. He wraps his arms around you, has it really been so long since you've seen Namjoon? Has it really been that long since you talked to the person you considered to be your best friend?

"Can we talk?" Namjoon's face falls a bit when he sees the look on yours. He grabs a slice of pizza and the two of you step outside the ER waiting room so you can get some fresh air.

You breathe in the smell of incoming rain clouds before breaking the silence. "So you're a barista now?" You look over at Namjoon, who is already finishing off the pizza.

"Yeah I guess... Did Jin... Did he tell you the whole story?" You nod in response to his question.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your brows furrow. "I could have -"

"You could have what? As soon as my parents saw that bag of weed it was over for me." He interrupted you, but he was right. You wouldn't have been able to help him. "But you're right. I should have told you, I'm sorry."

After another beat of silence you ask the question that's been on your mind all night. "How did this happen, Joonie?" Suddenly you feel your eyes filling with tears again, but not for Yoongi this time. At least not only for Yoongi. "Are we growing apart?"

You feel Namjoon's arms wrap around you again. You hide by burying your face in his mocha scented shirt.

"This is what happens. We're all busy with different things and soon we'll be going to college and I mean... this is what happens when you grow up." These words sting coming from your friend. You struggle to find your breath, feeling an anxiety attack coming on.

"So we grow up. Grow apart. Then maybe see each other once a year until we take turns speaking each other's funerals?" Your voice catches on the last word.

"Don't say that!" Namjoon responds harshly. In your gut, you both know Yoongi will be okay, but the uncertainty still hung in the air. You feel Namjoon's hands quickly grab yours and place them on top of your head. "Just breathe for a second. In and out." Namjoon slows his breathing so you can follow suit. He has always been good at helping you get through anxiety attacks. After a few moments your breathing returns to normal and you dry your tears. Your red eyes meet Namjoon's and he pulls you in for another hug.

"Y/N," He slowly pulls away from the hug. "You've been really distant lately. I know you've been working on music and stuff, but I thought it was your way of accepting that things were changing. I mean we're all heading in different directions in the fall, but that doesn't mean things will have to change that much, right? Not if we don't want them to." The hopefulness in his voice makes you feel a little better.

"I guess I was trying not to think about it too much." Things will be different when we graduate. You think quietly to yourself for a moment. Things are already different. You look through large windows into the waiting room and see your friends sitting together.

"Hey. Let's try to enjoy it while we can and we can cross the bridges as they come." You look back at your friend, smiling down at you, dimples showing. You nod in response and the two of you return to the waiting room and join the rest of your friends.

~~~~~~~

Eventually the nine of you begin to fall asleep in the waiting room. The Mins had still not arrived so there was no news about Yoongi. Jimin snores quietly while leaning on Mina's shoulder. Mina's head is tilted back against the wall, her mouth hanging open. Ami's head rests against her hand. Taehyung is laid out on the floor, Jungkook and Hoseok using him as a pillow. Jin rests his head on Namjoon's shoulder. You sit in front of Namjoon on the floor, resting your head in his lap. The nine of you tangled up together unable to stay awake any longer.

This is how the Mins found you all, sleeping in the waiting room. Around 3:00am, they finally made it in. Mr. Min pauses when he sees the group of his son's friends. He hasn't seen you all together like this in months. He quickly snaps a picture before coming to wake you.

"Hey, guys." You jolt awake when you hear the familiar voice of Mr. Min. "Yoongi is gonna be okay. He's in a recovery room, if you'd like to move in there. He probably won't be awake for several hours, but I know he'd love to see you when he wakes up."

The nine of you cram into an elevator with the Mins. Pizza breath and body odor fill the enclosed space. You all try to quietly follow the Mins down the silent hallway to the hospital room. You take a deep breath before you enter the room that the Mins stop at. When you see him, your heart drops.

Yoongi laid in the hospital bed. His already thin frame looks so weak. His pale complexion was spotted with cuts and bruises. A couple of bags were hanging, attached to the IV in his arm. You feel a wave of sadness as tears rise up again, until you hear the heart monitor. The proof that his heart is beating gives you the ability to swallow back the tears.

The Mins take the seats next to Yoongi. You wanted desperately to grab his hand and wait for the smile to return to his face. But you take a spot on the small couch in the back of the room. Sitting next to Taehyung, you watch as your friends settle back in for part two of this impromptu slumber party.

~~~~~~~

You wake up to the sound of the Mins arguing in the hallway. Mr. Min decided he needed to go to his office, but Mrs. Min wanted to go home to shower, but she insisted one of them stay with Yoongi. You took this as your chance to sit next to him. You pull the chair so close to the bed that your knees are touching it. You grab Yoongi's hand with both of yours and lean in to get a closer look at him.

His cheeks seemed sunken in and there was a deep cut on his left cheek that would surely turn into a permanent scar. The soft features you had once been so familiar with seemed foreign. It had been over a month since you even talked to Yoongi. The guilt was rising in your throat and a few tears escape down your cheeks.

"I won't let us grow apart anymore, Yoongi. I promise." You notice the clock reads 5:00am before you lay your head on the thin mattress and fall back asleep.

Only a few hours later, the sun begins to pour into the hospital room. You open your eyes and see most of your friends are still sound asleep. Jungkook was leaning against the door frame eating a protein bar. He smiles over at you when he sees you lift your head.

"Do you want one?" Jungkook whispers to you, moving closer to Yoongi's hospital bed. You shake your head in response.

"Uhm, did the Mins leave?" You ask, looking around the room once more. Jungkook shrugs, still trying to be quiet. You give him a small nod before turning your attention back to Yoongi. He hadn't changed in the few hours you slept.

"Good morning, I'm here to check on Mr. Min's vitals." The nurse walks in with a clipboard. She goes to the side of and looks at the bag connected to the IV. Taking some notes, she walks over to the side of the bed that you're on. You realize you're in her way and unlink your fingers from Yoongi's.

You take this opportunity to stretch your legs. You pace around the room while the nurse finishes taking her notes.

"When will he be waking up?" You question her as she moves to leave the room.

"Could be any minute now. His vitals look good."

You make your way back over to the side of the bed. You lace your fingers back in with Yoongi's. The noise from the nurse and movement of your hand must have woken him, because a few moments later you feel his hand tighten around yours. You quickly look up to his face just in time to see him try to open his eyes.

"Yoongi. Hey." You couldn't help the smile that spreads across your face. He blinks a few times and looks over at you. He seems confused. He looks around the room and closes his eyes again. He swallows hard.

"Y/N? What's going on?" His raspy voice is soft.

"Kook call the nurse." You look over at Jungkook. He quickly leaves. "Yoongi, uhm, how do you feel?"

He opened his eyes again, surveying the room before his eyes landed back on you. He tries to give you a weak smile before closing his eyes again. "I'm in a lot of pain, but... I'm alive." He squeezes your hand, bringing another smile to your face. "What is everyone doing here? And uhm, do my parents know I'm here?"

"Your parents stepped out to shower and change clothes. They were here all night." That's mostly the truth. You think to yourself. "Yoongi, as soon as we heard about the accident we all came rushing here. We love you." You give his hand a little squeeze back.

The nurse came back in and explained a few things to Yoongi. You had to let go of him again so she could run a few more tests. The tests cause everyone to wake up. They are happy to see Yoongi awake. The hospital room was quickly filling with the happy chatter and smiling faces your friends.

Friends that you weren't willing to give up just yet.

Author's Note: Hey thanks for reading! This is my very first fan fic, so I hope you enjoy reading it. I would really appreciate any feed back you have for me. I've written two other parts and I've got the general plot planned out. I'm hoping to do weekly updates!

I’m new to the community here, so let’s be friends! I’m an avid bts fan fic reader and I would love to see what you’re working on too!

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themusicplayedherlife · 5 years ago

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Full House

2. “Why am I here, anyways?” & 3. “And who are you again?”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

characters: reader, jemma s., daisy , elena r., mysterious stranger?!

word count: 1.8k

summary: i’ve combined ch 2 &3 because why not? thank you guys for the interest in the first chapter ;w; i wasnt really expecting much, but just knowing some of you like it was really heart warming ;w;

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The liquid sloshes back and forth as you twirl the glass in your hand before throwing it back. You ignore the burning in your throat and slam the glass back down for another refill.

“Wow. Been a while since you’ve pounded back a straight shot of vodka,” Daisy whispers bewilderedly, bottle of squirt in one hand and another glass of the clear liquor in the other.

She’s not the only one staring at you like that; Jemma is too. She blinks owlishly as she says, “Their divorce must be really bothering you.”

Elena pushes back Daisy’s arm holding the soda, stopping it from over filling her cup. “No shit,” she mumbles earning a swift slap to the arm from Jemma.

“It’s not the divorce that’s bothering me, it’s the fact they got one without any one of us noticing!” You assert, more forcefully than intended and swipe the bottle of vodka from Daisy’s hand to fill your cup. “Someone from the courthouse would have told us!”

Jemma winces as you once more throw back another—or maybe three—shots of vodka. She gently coaxes the bottle out of your hand and you let her take it from you. “Right, maybe let’s take these slow? You and vodka don’t exactly mix well.”

You slump in your seat. “Two years. Two fucking years and they tell us now?”

“Did they tell you why they hid it for so long?” Jemma asks soothingly, trying to ease your frayed emotions.

“No,” you say with an exhale. “They didn’t get the chance to because we had to rush to the emergency room.”

“What? Why? Are your parents okay? Why didn’t you call us?” Jemma asks.

“They’re fine,” you say. “It was Michael who got hurt. He was playing with the girls and saw that Cassie was about to fall into the pond and broke her fall. Got a mean fracture in his foot.”

Daisy takes a sip of her drink. “Yikes!” You nod, rubbing your left arm. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. Going to be in a cast for a while, though.”

Jemma grimaces. “Tough. So your parents weren’t in the mood to explain after that or...?”

You sigh, eyes roaming away from your friends. “No, my parents stayed home while the rest of us went with Clint and his family to the hospital.” And that was yesterday

Elena perks up at that, pausing mid drink to narrow her eyes. “You just left your parents alone at the house after that bomb?”

You wince at the accusatory tone in her voice; that’s exactly what you did.

It was a complete mess.

Everyone was running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. Michael and Cassie were crying and apologizing to each other all the while Lulu was cackling. It took Natasha delegating for everyone to finally get their heads on straight and get everyone out the door. Well, almost everyone.

“We’re coming with you!” Your dad had said, moving quickly to grab his keys off of the rack on the wall.

“No!” You startled at the force behind Clint’s voice. Your eyes wide as you stared at your older brother’s stern expression. It had taken you completely off guard. He was usually so calm and collected, never letting things get to him.

“But—“ Your mom started, hoping to convince him.

“No,” he repeated, voice softer, but strained. “You can’t just-“ he lets out a frustrated sigh-“ we need time to process what you just told us and we can’t do that when you’re hovering over us. Right now, the most important thing is focusing on Michael.”

“Clint—“

He turned away from them and all you could do was follow after him, ignoring your parents with a heavy heart.

“We’ll see you at the hospital,” Pietro told them after they settled in the car with Natasha as the driver, Clint in shotgun, and the kids in the back with Scott. The three of you waited until the black SUV pulled out of the driveway before heading towards Pietro’s beat up corolla.

“Kids…” Your mom‘s worried voice caused you to pause, unsure whether to answer or not. Were you guys being unfair to your parents? Maybe. But Clint was right. All of you needed time to process the situation, and them being around you would not help at all.

You shared a glance with the twins and with a reluctant sigh, Wanda turned to them with a neutral smile and said, “I’ll… I’ll call you later to update you guys.”

Still, needing time to process doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt turning your back on your parents.

You steal Elena’s drink before she can take a sip and down it, the bubbly drink mixed with vodka making it hard to swallow. “It’s all types of fucked up, isn’t it?”

You feel heavy, body leaning right and then left, never being able to stay straight. Your head is in the clouds and all you can picture is home where your family is waiting for you. “Home,” you whisper. But you’re not home, you’re in a cold place, where the seating is uncomfortable and you’ve hit your head on something sturdy a couple of times.

“Are you okay?” Worry laced into a deep voice asks. He sounds nice, warm even. Is it dad? Or maybe one of your brothers? He repeats his question, a little louder and even more worried.

“Yes. No. Maybe,” you whine. “I don’t know.”

He asks you something else, but you can’t really hear him. There’s a buzzing in your ear that overtakes you and you can’t help but let it sway you. It’s a sweet lullaby.

“Why am I here, anyway?” you ask the air. When you should be home in your bed and warm.

The last thing you feel are warm arms wrapping around you.

Groaning, you turn under the heavy restraint of a blanket. Your head is pounding; your eyes heavy as you try your best to open them against the warm rays filtering into your room. You give up. Pulling the blanket over your head, you’re suddenly engulfed by a woodsy smell—pine? Sandalwood? Ugh. No. Not thinking about it. Head hurts.

A gentle knock at the door makes you groan again. It opens with a soft creak and heavy footfalls against carpet register in your brain.

“Pietro,” you croak. “I swear to god, if you try and pick me up, I will not hesitate to hit you in the groin.”

A chuckle that definitely doesn’t sound like your brother’s responds to your mild threat and it’s enough to have you throwing the blanket off of you and sitting up quickly. Which you immediately regret. Greatly.

Rubbing at your temple, a cup of water and a hand holding out aspirin appear in your line of vision. “Here, these might help.”

With a low thank you, you take them from the stranger and throw back the small pill and chug down all of the water. It’s a nice welcome to your parched throat. “You didn’t poison me did you?”

He laughs. “Shouldn’t you have asked that before taking it?”

You shrug. “I was desperate.” Finally looking up, your tired eyes are blessed by a beautiful man; and you’re not exaggerating. He’s gorgeous! Sandy blonde hair, baby blue eyes, chiseled face covered in scruff; delicious muscular build wrapped in a red Henley and black joggers. You gasp, eyes widening. Have you died and gone to heaven? How else would you have managed to land in his bed?

His smile wavers, eyes narrowing with worry. “You okay?”

You blink once, then twice as he waits patiently for you to speak up. “Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine. But uh, who are you again? And how did I get-” you look around the simple room with wooden furniture and little knickknacks here and there-“here?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers. I found you half passed out on the stairs.”

“Stairs?” Oh, shit. You were at Daisy’s weren’t you? And you got hammered! Fuck! Wanda and Pietro must be worried sick! “My phone!”

You slap the bedding, searching frantically for your phone.

“It’s on the bedside table,” he suddenly says. At his words, you practically flung yourself to grab it, finding it connected to a charger. “I wanted to call a friend or order you an Uber or something but I realized it was dead.”

Relief fills you when you disconnect it from the charger and it turns on with a simple click. “Thank you.” Slowly, but surely, your phone begins to vibrate with incoming messages and voicemails.

Steve whistles in amazement as your phone goes off with notifications. “Wow. Your friends must be worried about you.”

Your face blanches as you read through the messages.

Wanda:

Hey, I know you’re at Daisy’s, but let me know if you’re going to stay over or if you need a ride.

Pietro:

wanda and i r worried lil sis! call us soon

Daisy:

Home yet?

Ugh drunk

Call me towmr

Can’t spell bye

Clint:

You okay? Wanda just texted to ask if you’re over at my place, and obviously you’re not. Getting a little worried here.

The Nest

Wanda:

Still not answering her phone!

Clint:

Have you tried calling Daisy?

Scott:

U think she’s lashing out? Finally hitting her rebellious stage?

Pietro:

she’s not you, scott

Wanda:

Yes! She said they all saw her schedule an Uber

Scott:

Ouch!

Wanda:

Everything after that is apparently a blur

That’s not funny, Scott!!!!!!!!!!!!

Should we call the police?

File a report?

Pietro just said we can’t because it hasn’t been more than 24 hours

Clint:

I’ll go look for her

Wanda:

Pietro and I’ll go with you

Scott:

Luis isn’t home, can’t leave Cassie, keep me updated

“Fuck,” you exclaim, jumping out of bed. “Shoes, shoes, shoes!”

“They’re by the entrance—“

You don’t let him finish, you’re already zooming past him and out into the small corridor connected to his kitchen and living room. You almost topple over his neat furniture, but somehow manage to keep yourself upright.

Just as Steve said, your flats are by the entrance, next to a full shoe rack. Slipping on your shoes, you order an Uber through the app—fuck! Your history says you did schedule an Uber last night! But if your phone died and you stayed inside, then… fuck me! You really need to stop drinking vodka.

“Be careful,” you hear Steve say as you open the door. “No more sleeping in staircases!

“No promises,” you answer back, turning around to find him leaning against his kitchen counter with an amused smile. “Thank you for not being a creep!”

The Nest

You:

Guys! I am so sorry! I’m on my way home now! But I promise I’m okay!

Clint:

You are in so much trouble!

Pietro:

look at that, baby sis is alive after all

Wanda:

You almost gave me a heart attack!

You:

I am so sorry!

Scott:

Did you finally rebel? You did, didn’t you?! Proud of you little troublemaker you!

Wanda disliked “Did you finally rebel? You did, didn’t you...”

Pietro disliked “Did you finally rebel? You did, didn’t you...”

Clint disliked “Did you finally rebel? You did, didn’t you...”

Scott:

It was a joke!!!!!!!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #reader insert #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction

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boyfriend-cal · 5 years ago

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You have a Lame ass Boyfriend -Shawn Mendes series Part Three

You have a lame-ass boyfriend and (Series) FINAL PART

Description: Shawn finally gets to tell you how he feels. A little bit of camping, a whole lot of undecided feelings. Last part of the series. Warnings: not much… thunderstorms I guess? Some fighting but nothing too bad, someone gets slapped (not who u think tho yikes) Word count: 7.8k (this is literally double the other two parts I’m sorry idk what happened it got out of hand, and I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written)

PART ONE / PART TWO masterlist, taglist, request

The morning after the breakup, Shawn is still asleep in your bed. Somehow he’s moved himself to the very edge, and you think he might fall off if he does so much as twitch. Your phone reads 6:30am, so you roll over to go back to sleep. Even though your head was still pounding, it felt like no amount of sleep in the world would fix the ache in your chest.

For a few days, Shawn does nothing but stay by your side. He occasionally leaves to get some clothes from his house, but other than that he’s there. Shawn is good at making you laugh and keeping you distracted. You even woke up one day to a clean room and fresh sheets waiting at the end of the bed.

Of course, you insisted that none of it was necessary. You didn’t want Shawn to feel like he had to coddle you every step of the way. When you say all of this to him, you’re slightly worried that he’ll agree to leave because it finally feels like everything is back to normal. Before Josh and before Shawns last girlfriend, this is what you two did every day. You hung out almost nonstop.

After Shawn saw that you could get through a day without crying, he encouraged you to get out more. You didn’t want to, but Shawn had his ways. He would text you and tell you that he wasn’t going to come over unless you came into town to do something with him first. It worked because you didn’t want to be without him, not yet anyway.

Like today, Shawn has convinced you that taking your hammocks out to the nearest campsite would be a fantastic idea. The summer weather was bearable today and was even a little chilly if you stood in the shade for too long. That’s why you’re held in front of your mirror, backpack hung on your shoulders and sunglasses in your hand. Your face is still a pale-greyish tone, but you look a little more alive than you had in a week.

When you make your way down the stairs, you can already hear your mom in the kitchen. She loves to bake early in the morning, and that was good news for you because the house always smells delicious. Your lunch box from high school is sitting on the counter when you enter.

“Shawn told me you guys would be gone most of today so I made some toast for on the way there and then some sandwiches for lunch. This cooler bag has waters and a couple of sodas inside. How are you feeling?” She wipes her hands on her apron and steps away from the mixer.

“Better, I guess. I came to terms with the fact that Josh wasn’t right for me, and now I’m managing the idea of being alone. It’s weird.” You shrug and pick up the cooler bag so you can sling it over your shoulder, and then you loop your wrist through the strap on the lunch box.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re never alone. You better get going, we both know how Shawn gets when he’s worried.” Your mom chuckles to herself, and you can’t help but laugh at the memory you know she’s thinking about.

A couple of years back, you and Shawn had plans. You had a cold, but you told him you’d rest all day and be fine to do whatever it was that he was so excited to do. Now you can’t even remember what it was. Somehow, you’d taken night time cold medicine instead of daytime, and ending up passing out cold. Your mom was gone to another town for a catering job, and your dad had also been at work, so Shawn couldn’t get in the house. He waited on the front porch all day long until one of your parents returned, only to find you were still zonked out. It seemed a little traumatizing to him, so before you head out the door, you text him that you’re on your way.

Shawn has the top and doors off the Jeep to celebrate the cool day. He looks like he’s cleaning some trash out of it when you walk up the driveway. His house wasn’t but a couple of streets over, so it didn’t take long to walk.

“Oh good, you’re here! I’m just taking out everything that could possibly blow away when we hit the high way. Whatcha got?” Shawn meets you halfway down the pavement and takes the lunchbox and cooler from you. “My mom made us toast and sandwiches. She also packed some drinks.”

“What an angel,” Shawn groans out of satisfaction, and you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him make that sound before. His head is tilted back for a brief moment before he starts laughing, “I was going to suggest stopping at that sketchy Subway on the outside of town.”

“I would have refused. Do you have a blanket I can take with me? I brought one to put under me but forgot to grab another one.” You slide your backpack off your shoulders and throw it into the backseat.

“Yeah, sure. There’s one in my room. You can go get it, right? I have a few more things to pack up.” Shawn turns back to the Jeep, but you step toward him and hug him from behind.

“Thanks, Shawn. For everything.” His muscles tense for a moment before he loosens your grip to turn in your arms.

“You don’t have to thank me. You know- “

“That you’d do anything for me? Yes, Shawn, I know.” You giggle, shaking your head.

Your hair is on a low messy bun, and a few strands fall free as you laugh. They frame your face is the cutest way, Shawn thinks. He absentmindedly reaches up to push one behind your ear.

“Right back at you.” You say, smiling the biggest smile he’s seen in weeks. Maybe besides the wedding, but all things considered, it’s good to see you smile.

Shawn must distance himself before he does something that he doesn’t think you’re ready for. Looking down at you, smiling up at him like nothing else matters is too much for his heart.

“Go get a blanket, we better get going soon.” Shawn releases you and you nod before skipping inside. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, and his heart is thumping as fast as it possibly can. He takes a deep breath as soon as the door shuts behind you. How long would he be able to hide this? It was time to find out.

You come back outside with his favorite blanket in hand. You could tell he used it last night because it was sprawled out over the bed when you entered his room. It even smells like him.

“Y/N, you’ve been trying to steal that blanket from me for years, I’m getting it back when we get back into town.” Shawn crosses his arms as if to tell you that he’s serious.

“We’ll see.” You fold it into your backpack and then use the top beam of the Jeep to pull yourself into the passenger seat.

When Shawn finally pulls out of the driveway, you reach into the backseat to open the cooler. You find two sandwich baggies, each with what was once banana and peanut butter toast. The peanut butter was all over the bag, and you knew it was going to be a mess. There was no way Shawn could eat this while driving.

“Looks like our toast is soggy and messy.” You laugh, holding up the bag so he can see. The wind is whirling around you as he speeds down the highway.

“Just like I like it.” Shawn jokes, holding out his hand for you to give him the bag.

“You’re going to make a mess but go for it.”

Watching Shawn try to maneuver the toast out of the bag with one hand is hilarious. He ends up losing most of the bananas to the bottom of the bag, so he settles for saving them for later. There’s peanut butter around the edges of his mouth when he’s finished.

You lean over, swiping the excess off with your finger and then popping it into your mouth. Shawn feels like he could explode. He has to keep his eyes trained on the road, despite his scarlet cheeks giving him away. Shawn takes a swig from his water bottle that’s sitting in the cup holder, but really, he wants to dump it all over him until he forgets all the thoughts he has about you.

Shawn gently taps his fingers against the steering wheel to the music, and you fill the lack of conversations by digging deep into your thoughts. At the beginning of yours and Josh’s relationship, you’d ride around for hours. Listening to music, singing, and then talking about anything and everything when your voice went hoarse from screaming lyrics. Shawn notices that you’ve gone quiet, so he reaches over to take your hand in his.

You chew on your lip nervously. All you can think about is how Josh was the last person you held hands with. Was it always going to be like this? You just wanted him out of your head. You wanted to be able to enjoy things that used to be part of your everyday life.

Shawn sees that your lip is quivering between your teeth. He wonders if its something he did, but either way he knows he has to prevent the tears or they won’t ever stop.

“Stand up.”

He says the words two more times before they register in your brain, so you look over and give him wild eyes.

“What? We’re moving, there’s no way I’m standing up.” You violently shake your head.

“Hold my hand, and then hold on to the beams.” Shawn points to where the roof would be. “There’s no one else on this road. I’ll go slow. I’d never hurt you, Y/N.”

You sigh, unbuckling your seatbelt while he slows down a little bit. You’re lucky it’s not a busy road because for one, this is illegal, and two, someone would be ticked off that Shawn is suddenly going twenty under the speed limit. Your grip on his hand is so tight that your fingers turn white as you push yourself to your feet in the seat. You can’t stand to full height without letting go of him, but you really don’t want to let go.

“You got this, Y/N.” Shawn opens his palm, so you’re the only one that’s still hanging on. You quickly let go and grab the bar that comes almost to your chest. The wind is stronger in your hair now, but it feels so lovely. Below you, Shawn turns up the radio so it’s blasting and you’re not sure how he’s sitting right next to it without his ears bleeding. Shawn lets out a scream, and you decide to do the same. Afterward, your chest feels a little lighter, and the smile that Shawn has on his face is priceless.

You have to work up the courage for a few minutes, but once you feel Shawn start to speed up, you let go of the beam and lean against it instead. Your arms open wide, and you scream again. Shawn looks up at you for a brief moment. He decides that seeing that smile on your face is worth all the waiting he has to do.

It takes about an hour to get to the campgrounds. When Shawn pulls up to the rangers station, you stay in the car while he goes inside to pay for your day passes. You’re a little bit sleepy even though you woke up not long before the two of you left. It was already a little past noon. The sun is shining, and the temperature has risen slightly, but not too bad. There are some clouds off to the side, so maybe you and Shawn can pick a shady spot.

“He showed me a hiking trail that eventually comes up on the waterside and said we could hang our hammocks there. Do you want to stay until the sun sets?” Shawn turns the Jeep back on and starts to pull away. He’s more familiar with this campground than you are so he doesn’t even have to look at the map to know which way to go.

“Yeah, fine with me.”

The road winds and curves and you have to hold on for dear life because Shawn refuses to slow down. You’re almost positive that the people in the RVs that you’re passing can hear your squeals with every turn Shawn makes. That would also mean they can hear his loud laughs, but you doubt they’d complain about that. It’s a beautiful sound.

Shawn parks the Jeep by the communal showers and hops out, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and then coming around to my side. He offers me a hand so I can jump down and grab my things. Shawn takes the cooler bag and the lunch box, so I take the hammocks.

“He said it’s like a twenty-minute walk or something. You okay?” Shawn stops at the beginning of the trail, turning back to look at me.

“Yeah? I didn’t even say anything. I can handle a twenty-minute walk into the woods if that’s what you’re referring to.” You lift one corner of your mouth in a small smile, and he shakes his head gently.

“Just checking, I guess.” Shawn's response makes it clear that he wasn’t asking about the walk ahead of you two, but you decide not to push because you didn’t want to discuss Josh anymore. You wished to erase him from your memory.

Shawn has long legs, and it’s hard to keep up. You trip a couple of times but catch yourself from falling on your face. After Shawn hears your grunts a few times, he starts calling out when there's a raised tree root or a tall plant of some sort.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me when people judge distances by time. How do they know what speed we walk at? We could get lost.” You think out loud, and Shawn pauses for a second to shrug.

“I think we’ll know the area when we see it. The ranger said there’s an obvious split in the path.” Shawn scratches the back of his neck, and you watch his shoulders flex under his thin, white shirt.

“Okay, in this case, but what if it wasn’t obvious?” You kick a rock out of the path as you continue to follow him.

“Would you have felt better if he’d said,’ it’s about a mile out,’?” Shawn stops and completely turns to you with a teasing grin on his face.

“No, that would’ve been worse.” You catch up to him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Okay then, quit complaining.” He chuckles, and this time lets you lead the way.

You turn halfway back to him as you walk, “I wasn’t complaining, just making an observation.”

Shawn just hums so you turn back around to watch your step. Your hair sways down your back as you walk. Your shirt is a little too big, so when your arms aren’t raised, there’s no way to tell if you have on pants. He can see the big scar on your leg from that time he convinced you to climb a tree and then didn’t catch you when you fell. Not that he promised he’d catch you, Shawn didn’t think you’d fall, but he did feel guilty once it happened.

He was lost in his own world when you two came upon the spot you’d set your hammocks up. Shawn challenged you to see who could get theirs set up first. You wanted them stacked on top of each other, and you were glad that Shawn was tall enough to put enough space between them.

And obviously, Shawn wins, so you pull that adorable pouty face that kind of made you look like a six-year-old. When he smiles at you, you briefly think about what these last few days would’ve been without him. Absolute hell, most likely. He steps towards you and takes the strap from your hands, pulling backward to make sure it’s tight around the tree. His bicep brushes your collarbone as he does and your eyes widen.

You blush when you notice he’s stopped and looking at you again. Did he notice you were checking him out? You could’ve just been looking at his tattoo. Yeah, that was it. You hadn’t seen it close up recently. Besides, anything you were feeling for him now probably just arrived because you’ve felt more lonely now that Josh is gone. That’s the only explanation.

Shawn tests both of the hammocks before he turns to you again. “Do you want to climb up there or would you rather me lift you?”

Shawn doesn’t wait for an answer. He gets impossibly close to you and puts both hands on your waist. Shawn counts to three and then hoists you upwards. Your hands grip his biceps for support as he easily lifts you over his head. When the back of your thighs feel the hammock, you let go and try to spread it out enough to have somewhere to sit. Shawn steps forward once so he can set you down.

For a moment, his head is in line with your knees, and you can feel his breaths fanning up your thighs. It gives you chill bumps. Shawn realizes what’s happening but doesn’t pull away. It’s like all of the air around you had been sucked away. You’re scared to move. You wonder what he’s going to do next.

“You good? I don’t want you to fall when I let go.” Shawn checks. He couldn’t make a move because he couldn’t tell how you were feeling. Shawn knew that there had been something between you two since the wedding, but you didn’t seem to be putting the pieces together as fast as he was.

“Uh, yeah. Can you hand me my blanket and book?”

“Your blanket?” Shawn raises his eyebrows, and it earns an eye roll from you.

“Yeah, my blanket.” You tease, sticking your tongue out. He does what he’s asked to do and then makes sure you don’t need anything else before he makes himself comfortable in his hammock underneath him.

For a little while, light conversation flowed between the two of you. When Shawn finally says he’ll let you read, you’re grateful that he can’t see you because you weren’t in the mood to read. Not when your mind had been thinking about him since he made you stand up and feel the wind in your hair on the way here. Shawn was supportive, he always had been, and you making it into anything else would be ridiculous.

You accidentally fall asleep after reading maybe five pages of your book. That wasn’t an issue though, because it wasn’t like you and Shawn had planned to move for a few hours.

Shawn hadn’t fallen asleep, but he could tell that when he accidentally kicked the bottom of your hammock and you hadn’t said anything, that you had. After about three hours, it was almost five pm. The sun wouldn’t set for another two maybe three hours, but he didn’t mind if you slept. He’d gotten you to come this far, so that was an accomplishment in itself.

Shawn kicked along the rocky bank of the lake for a while. He thought about things he could say to you. He could explain that the timing is terrible, but he can’t keep it from you anymore. Or he could just come out and say that he’d been waiting since you and Josh first got together. The second option sounded a little douchey as if he knew it wouldn’t last, and Shawn did know that, but he couldn’t tell you that.

He noticed some clouds rolling in, but they didn’t look threatening. Usually, light clouds like that meant the sunset would be ten times prettier, and he was ready for it. Shawn wanted to take some pictures of you standing on the bank with the sky ahead of you or behind you.

By six-thirty, Shawn was tired of finding things to entertain himself with in the middle of the woods. He would’ve just watched something on Youtube or something, but there wasn’t any cell service out here. He makes his way back to you, and you’re still sound asleep.

For a minute, he thinks about how peaceful you look, and he almost doesn’t want to wake you. What if when you’re sleeping is the only time you’re not thinking about everything that’s been going on? He struggles with what to do and then decides to wake you up anyway. Your face that’s covered entirely by your hair is cradled in the palm of your hand. Your other hand is laying against your thigh, so Shawn picks it up. He intertwines his fingers into yours and then squeezes a few times until your eyes flutter open.

“Aw, shit.” You mumble, turning to the side a little bit but realizing your movement is a little bit restricted. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. How long has it been?”

“A few hours, but it’s okay, really. I scoped out the edge of the water and decided we could take some good sunset pictures there. You looked too peaceful to wake you.” Shawn giggles and you roll your eyes. You still look like you could get some more sleep.

“Obviously not enough because I’m awake.” You joke. “Help me down, please.”

Shawn watches you wiggle around for a few minutes before you’re sitting upright again. He lifts you by your waist and starts to lower you but forgets to tell you to keep your legs out straight or wrapped around him. One of your feet get caught in his hammock, and while he’s trying to free you, he stumbles backward and loses his balance.

His back hits the ground, and then your weight hits his chest. A groan leaves his lips, but laughter comes from yours. “Nothing like a good trip to wake me up, huh?”

Shawn lifts his head to see you smiling at him. Your chin rests on your hands that are folded in the middle of his chest. He cracks a smile. “Guess not. Are you hurt?”

“Nope. You broke my fall, rescuing me once again.” You stick your tongue out at him, and he lays his head back down, looking up at the trees. He can barely see it, but the sky looks like it’s already gotten darker. Shawn registers the way the clouds just barely flash, but he can’t say anything before the loud crack rings throughout the air around you two. He hears you scream and feels all of your muscles tense against him at the same time.

In the silence that follows, both of your hearts are hammering. You can feel his, and he can feel yours. You hate thunderstorms. Why hadn’t either of you checked the radar?

“Shit, we have to get up. I’ll look to see if my phone can show me how close it is.” You roll off of him at his request. When you stand up, you can see the lakes water is suddenly rough and choppy. The waves are white capping and crashing against the fragile bank.

“I’m just going to walk a bit this way to see if it’ll pick up service. If you can reach it, unhook the top hammock and put all of the stuff in the bottom one.” Shawn calls from your left, pulling you out of your trance that the water put you in.

“Don’t leave.” You blurt. You didn’t really mean to, because you knew he’d come back, but you weren’t too keen on being here without him.

“I just have to find out if we have enough time to drive away from it. If not, we’ll have to use the hammocks and try not to get wet. I promise I’ll be right back, Y/N/N. I wouldn’t leave you.” Shawn blows you a kiss and jogs down the trail you two had come from. You check your phone, but no service.

A sigh leaves your lips as the thunder rumbles again. You have to do what Shawn said quickly in case this rain was coming as fast as he seemed to think it would.

You’ve just secured the straps again, this time the hammock is upside down and acting like a roof for the bottom hammock. It’s close enough, so you’ll be able to pull it around you once you’re under it. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Shawn, sprinting. Every part of him is sopping wet.

“The Jeep is soaked. It’s about to start raining sideways. We’ll have to stay here and wait it out.” He pauses, placing a hand on each knee to catch his breath. That’s when you hear it. It’s not like anything you’ve ever experienced before. The rain is moving in from your left, and fast.

“Come on, get in.” You say. You kicked off your shoes and lay into the hammock, trying to scoot over as much as possible. Instead of getting in, Shawn stops and starts to strip.

“What on earth are you doing? You’re going to get wet!” You yell.

“My clothes are wet, and it’s going to make you cold so I might as well not have any clothes. We have blankets, it’s fine.”

Shawn crawls in next to you with about thirty seconds to spare before the rain starts to beat down on the outside of the waterproof material. You’re so thankful you decided to spend the extra money. You find a way to safely secure the edge of the top hammock, so you don’t have to hold it forever. Once you settle down, you realize how close Shawn is. You honestly don’t know what you expected, but you can feel every part of him pressed against your side. The air starts to get humid quick.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. The weather was so pretty all day today, and I guess I thought it would stay that way.” Shawn does feel bad because he knows that you’re scared of thunderstorms, and he brought you into the middle of one. You hear his remorse in his voice.

“I don’t expect you to be able to control the weather, Shawn. It’s okay. I wish we could tell our parents we won’t be home when we thought we would, but that’s okay. They know I’m safe if I’m with you.” Your back is to Shawn so you can’t see the blush that rises on his cheeks. He probably looks like a tomato since he usually has a rosy tint to him anyway.

The thunder claps and rumbles and you swear you the trees you’re attached to shake. “I’m just going to…” You start to roll over, your ass pressing in places it shouldn’t but Shawn swallows and focuses on what you’re saying, “Put this here, that there, and me here, if that’s okay.”

When you’re done moving, you have one arm under each of his, and your face is pressed against his neck. Shawn reaches to your waist and pulls the blanket around both of you. “Of course, it’s okay.”

Shawn immediately felt stupid for sounding too eager. You two had cuddled before, probably too many times to count. He wanted this time to feel different. He wanted it to be different. Shawn didn’t know that to you, it was different. You hadn’t quite figured it out yet, but something had changed. You held your tongue because there was still the doubt that you were lonely or that Shawn didn’t feel the same way.

Five hours passed with off and on silence. Sometimes one of you would think about something to talk about, and the conversation would go on as long as it could until it fell silent again. Occasionally, one of you would open one side of the makeshift tent and let some fresh air in. Now was one of those quiet times. You were tracing patterns on Shawns skin. His eyes were shut. He was so close to saying something.

You wondered when the rain was going to stop. It was going to be midnight soon, and your parents were really going to be worried. Shawn had said a couple times that if the thunder and lightning stopped, he’d start the drive home, but he wasn’t sure how safe it was until then. At this point, neither of you would mind riding in a Jeep with the top down while it rained.

Your fingers trailed over his collarbones and through the valleys and hills of his shoulders. You traced up a line on his neck where his vein sticks out if he’s yelling or singing. Your touch is light as a feather up and down his sharp jawline. Then, they gently ghost over his lips. His eyebrow twitches ever so faintly. Shawn wants to open his eyes, but he’s afraid that he’ll have imagined all of it if he does.

Shawn doesn’t move a muscle until he feels your lips on his. He feels you hesitate, hovering for just a second, but then you go for it. Shawn opens his eyes to see yours closed. He starts to kiss you back, and he already feels breathless. It’s everything he’s wanted, and you’re the one who made the first move. That’s the last thing Shawn expected to happen.

He turns his body, so he’s not flat and moves his hand to cup your cheek. Shawn is smiling into the kiss, and so are you. His mouth parts, so you slip your tongue over his. You’re about to make the decision whether or not to straddle him, but you pull away instead. Shawn’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he looks up at you. Both of your lips are a little bit swollen, but you weren’t even focused on him anymore.

“It’s not raining anymore.”

Shawn tries not to audibly sputter or gasp, but he actually feels like the wind was knocked out of him. Out of all the things you could’ve said, that’s what you say after kissing him? He remains silent as you throw open the top hammock, revealing a night sky (covered mostly by a canopy of trees) that isn’t flashing with lightning or roaring with thunder.

“Oh my god, we can go home! Not that this hasn’t been fun like it was a good idea, but I was going to go crazy.” You talk rapidly, and Shawn is just trying to breathe. In fact, he doesn’t say anything or start moving until he realizes you’ve gotten the hammock he’s not laying in wholly wrapped up and you’re beginning to fold up the blankets that he’s halfway covered in.

“Yeah, I agree. I’m going to have to ride home in my underwear. What a story for our parents, right?” Shawn tries to laugh, but he can’t. You don’t seem to notice. It doesn’t take very long to get everything packed up and to the car. The GPS says you’ll arrive at your house around 2 am. Shawn has never wanted an hour and a half to go by faster.

Unfortunately for both of you, that storm did some damage. Shawn has to stop the car every mile or so just to move some debris out of the way. You complain, saying something about how the point of having a Jeep with big tires is for situations exactly like this but Shawn brushes you off. “Not everyone has a Jeep, Y/N.”

He can tell that you’re growing impatient with him, but he doesn’t care anymore. You kissed him and still haven’t said anything about it. It was wrong. Shawn felt like he needed a few days away from you, at the least.

It’s nearing 3 am when he pulls into your driveway, or rather, onto the street behind it because Josh’s truck is parked in it. “What the hell is be doing here?”

Y/N peers around the truck and toward the garage door. No one is in sight.

“Y/N?” Shawns blood might as well be boiling at this point.

“I don’t know. When we got service a little ways back, I got a few texts from him asking if I was okay. Maybe my mom called him and asked if he knew where we were or something. She might’ve told him he could stay, but I promise I’m going in there and I’m going to tell him to leave.” You looked at Shawn seriously, and he didn’t know if he believed you. He didn’t really have a reason not to.

“I can come inside with you and make sure he leaves, or I can stay out here. Just let me help.” Shawn begs, he doesn’t want you to go inside and fall into his trap again. Even if your mother had called him, he shouldn’t have come because he doesn’t care. He only cares about keeping you away from Shawn.

“No, I’m not starting a fight at three in the morning. Go home, your parents are worried. I let them know that you just dropped me off so they’ll be expecting you. Thank you for today Shawn, it was fun.” You offer a soft smile, and then you lean in. For a split second, he thinks you’re going to kiss him again but your lips land on his cheek.

“Yeah. Let me know if Josh causes any trouble. Tell him to leave, you’ve been doing good.” Shawn stops himself from rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t stop the annoyed expression from creeping onto his face.

“I am Shawn. He’s not staying here.”

And even though you promised, Shawn waited for another 45 minutes, and Josh never came outside. In fact, after about 30, your bedroom light turned off, and that was that. That was all Shawn needed to know. He was done.

Shawn wasn’t going to be the first one to initiate a conversation between the two of you. He honestly didn’t want to talk to you. Even if nothing happened between you and Josh that night, he still stayed the night when you said he wouldn't. That meant four days went by until you text him. You asked him to hang out, but he replied with a short “no” and rolled back over in bed.

His mother saw the warning flags raised the moment he showed up at home that night. She’d been aware that he was in his underwear (thanks to your text), but she wasn’t expecting him to be crying so hard that he barely made it into the garage.

Shawn let her talk him through his tears that night, but every day since then he’s been holed up in his room. She doesn’t know what happened, and she asked your mother, but all your mother could say was that you’d started hanging out with Josh again. Both of them decided that was probably why Shawn was upset, but he hadn’t been this upset before, so what changed?

Another two weeks passed of Shawn actively avoiding and ignoring you. He answered your texts when they involved questions, but if you tried to make plans, he immediately shut you down.

You said goodbye to Josh and shut the front door of his house behind you. Another text rang in from Shawn, “don’t want to hang, sorry.”

It made you angry. Shawn was supposed to be your best friend, and he’d been dodging you for weeks. Sure, you kissed him and then pretended like it didn’t happen, but it couldn’t have meant anything. You kept telling yourself that. It couldn’t have meant anything.

Instead of walking home, you found yourself on Shawn's front porch. The garage was open, and the Jeep was sitting inside. Neither of his parent’s cars were home, so you assumed it was just him. He’d have to open the door, you knew he was here. You knock and then wait patiently, but you feel like your patience is running thin.

The door finally opens. Shawn is standing there, a blanket draped on his shoulders. Sweatpants are hung so low on his hips that you don’t think he’s wearing any underwear. His nose is red like he has a cold.

“What? I told you I didn’t want to hang out.” His tone is cold. He doesn’t sound like your best friend.

You click your heels together a few times and play with your fingers behind your back. “I was just wondering why you’ve been so distant lately.”

“You never made Josh leave that night.” Shawn shrugs. He fights the urge to shut the door in your face.

“That’s why you’re mad? Because I’m hanging out with him again?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms. Your brain is screaming,” This means he cares!” over and over again.

“Are you?” His jaw drops but his hand scrubs over his face to hide it.

“I mean, we’re not going to date again but yeah we’re just doing casual things. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal, Y/N?” Shawn yells. His voice booms into the night, and you hear a car somewhere behind you. Someone might think one of you is in trouble. “That’s fucking ridiculous. How is it not a big deal when you kissed me that same day and then let him stay over? But even if you take me out of it, he treated you like a dog. You said yourself that you hated your relationship. Why go back to that?”

Shawn hasn’t been upright in two weeks, so yelling at you makes him breathe a little faster, but he ignores it and waits for your response. His parents have just pulled into the driveway, but he doesn’t think you notice.

“You’re mad because I kissed you? That’s it? I kissed you because I was going stir crazy, I was bored, I was lonely, what other reason do you want?” You yell right back. The lies feel like they’re lighting a fire down your throat, but you keep spitting them out. “He mistreated me because he wasn’t happy in our relationship, because it wasn’t what he wanted, and now it is. If you can’t handle that then fine. We don’t have to speak.”

“But is it what you want? Is it making you happy? Or is it just making you feel less lonely?” Shawn cocks his head to the side as he asks. Before you can think, you reach up and slap him as hard as you can.

The angry and upset tears don’t spill over your cheeks until you turn your back to him. Your hand is still stinging, and you finally notice that the whole Mendes family had been sitting in the car with the windows down, listening, but you keep walking. You just want to go home.

Since Shawn’s mom found out what really happened, she didn’t hesitate to call your mom and fill her in. It’s made for really awkward situations. Shawn's family tries to console him but also pretend like they don’t know what happened, and your mom hasn’t said a word. That meant she thought you messed up because otherwise she always had something to say.

And maybe you did. You said a lot of things to Shawn that weren’t true. You hit him for crying out loud. Josh had been blowing up your phone for three days, but you ignored him until you told him it was over and then threatened a restraining order if he stepped onto your property. It might’ve been extreme, but you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Frankly, you didn’t even want to deal with yourself. You created this mess because you were too scared. You were scared that Shawn could reject you, you were scared that he was just a rebound, and you were scared that he was only doing all of these things for you out of pity. You wanted to apologize but couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and take yourself over to his house. Even if he didn’t feel the same way as you, if you could just get it off your chest and move on, you’d have your best friend back.

It was another sleepless night because those weren’t uncommon in your house anymore. Your mother had texted you hours ago that she was going to bed but you couldn’t. You weren’t going to be able to sleep until you got some things off your chest. So you pick up your phone, and you dial Shawn’s number.

Three rings, then the answering machine.

You tried one more time, but the same response. You chucked your phone onto the floor and started to sob. Shawn might’ve been asleep, but you had a bad feeling. You somehow knew he was ignoring you.

He was. Shawn laid upside down on his bed, watching his phone as it buzzed. Sure, part of him wanted to talk to you, but the other part was mad that you’d decided to go back to Josh. That part of him was also hurt that the kiss didn’t mean anything. That night that you’d slapped him, he spent an hour on the floor by the front door trying to get up again. Shawn was in love with you, and to hear you say all of those things was like getting beat up over and over with no intentions of letting up.

A sharp knock to his bedroom door brings him out of his thoughts. It’s probably a good thing too because his veins were starting to pop out from being upside down for so long. His mom opens his bedroom door and sticks her head in.

“I have on good source that she’s not seeing him anymore. I know that doesn’t make what she did hurt any less, but it’s a start, at least?” She shrugs, she doesn’t know if he’ll listen or not.

All he does is nod and then shake his head. Shawn doesn’t know if he wants to listen. What he wants is his best friend back, and now it feels like that’s never going to happen. Shawn feels the panic in his chest as soon as that thought crosses his mind. If he keeps ignoring you, he’ll never even have you as a best friend. That wouldn’t work at all. Shawn would rather suffer by watching you go through endless boyfriends and be there for you than not be in your life at all.

He stood up so abruptly, his mother thinks she’s dizzy. “I have to go.”

Shawn doesn’t even put shoes on as he leaves the house. The thought crosses his mind that he could’ve just called you, but he didn’t want that. He wanted to see you so you’d know he actually meant he was sorry.

He’s almost halfway to your house when he sees someone on the sidewalk ahead of him, running. Shawn stops, and so do they. He realizes it’s you. You’re dressed in a sweatshirt that almost hits your knees, (Shawn thinks you don’t know your own size because most of your clothes are too big.) your hair is in a messy braid slung over your shoulder. You also don’t have any shoes on.

“Shawn?” You call out, you start moving again but slower this time.

“Yeah.” When he confirms what you already knew, you sprint to him. You tackle him, but he keeps his balance after stumbling back a little bit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I said things that hurt you, but if you want to see him, then I’ll suck it up. I just don’t want to lose you.” Shawn’s voice sounds desperate and hoarse from all of the crying and screaming he’s done in the last few days.

“No, no, no. Shawn, you were right about all of those things. I wasn’t happy with him then or now. I will never be because he’s not you,” You only pause for a second to see his mouth gaping, but you don’t let him say anything. He places his hands on your cheeks and thumbs away your tears. “I didn’t kiss you because I was bored or lonely or any of that. I kissed you because I’ve been wondering since the wedding if this is what I was meant to be apart of, not that relationship. I’d been holding it in because I was afraid it’d be a rebound thing or that you were only so caring because we’re best friends. I know you may not actually feel the same way I do, but I’m in the same boat, being friends with you is better than nothing.”

Shawn’s palms are still pressed against your cheeks. He chuckles, and you can feel his breath. He thinks you look gorgeous. Your eyes are shiny from crying, and your face is a little puffy, but it overwhelms Shawn with the urge to hold you in his arms and protect you at all costs.

“Somehow, we both came to the same, wrong conclusion. I love you Y/N. I think I always have I just didn’t know until I saw how Josh mistreated you. Everything he did, I knew I could’ve done better. I know I’ve done this backward because I’m supposed to date you before I tell you I love you, but I just want you to know what you deserve. I hope I can give you that and more.” Shawn looks straight into your eyes, and instead of feeling uncomfortable or anxious or upset, you feel calm. You feel like this is right, and has always been.

Without saying anything you also place your hands on his face, and you kiss him. You feel him stumble, but you move with him, placing your hands on his waist to keep him close to you. His lips are soft and he’s so gentle. You feel the fire in your veins like you did the first time, but this time you weren’t going to ignore it. By the time you pull away, your tears are gone and instead replaced with a wide grin.

“It wouldn’t be us if we didn’t mess it up a little bit, so who cares if we did it a little backward. I’m in love with you, and that’s all that matters.” Your foreheads are pressed together as the two of you giggle. You might look like lunatics on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, but it didn’t matter because you finally had each other.

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