#sch a good voice . does he KNOW

[mysteriesmuse]

oh my gawd Shoto is definitely one that’s super into superstitions!!!

Like he insists on these small intimate —maybe silly, rituals that he believes contributes to your combined success and wellbeing. It’s one of your first encounters with him that you tell him this: “Well you know red hair is considered lucky.” And Shoto, with his small tight lipped princely smile shakes his head and shrugs, “Maybe so . . .” All the while you’re on your tiptoes gently picking bits of concrete and rubble out of his hair on the left side. Your nimble short manicure fingers gently teasing around the edge of a giant welting knot from where he’d pulled you out of harms way. The other hand placed on his shoulder as you pulled yourself up to inspect the injury. Elegant hands floating around every curve and inch as he tried to pull your attention away from his own check up. ProHero Shoto’s dual-colored eyes practically going cross eyes as he tried to do his due diligence and you looked him over for any injures. Now Shoto thinks his little bit of supposed “luck” had little say in this chance meeting with you, but his luck has certainly changed since then.

And you think that the old superstition on red hair must be true after having what would be your future boyfriend save your life. And at Shoto’s insistence — more than your own he makes sure you get every single ounce of love, support, and any luck he can possibly give you.

Always ducking his head down with michevious gleaming eyes as his gaze meets yours gazing up at you with mismatched eyes. All for you - the love of his life - to cup his cheek and ruffle your hand through the dark auburn hair of his left side affectionately. For every single big event in your life; an interview, a test, a presentation, a dentist appointment, a girl’s night, a rivalry game, anything your heart could possibly desire. And, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but Shoto insists that you his good luck charm, should borrow whatever luck the genetic gods have placed on him. Which, in the Japanese public’s opinion is a lot.

Shoto thinks he’s just the luckiest man on the planet when he’s with you. Never hesitates to follow you around the house like a cat and ask you for a good luck kiss before he leaves for hero work; a big mission or a regular shift. Not that you’d ever deny him one anyway, but the way he asks is so mind-numbing, so toe-curling, and so so Shoto.

In the stairwell, as you’re just making your way downstairs to both start your days. Shoto always going down in front just to turn around, spread his arms, and prompt you for that good luck kiss with his smooth silky tenor voice. And who are you to deny? Stopping on the step or two above him as you lean down from the waist to kiss him. Your hands coming up to cup either side of his face and plant a kiss on that gorgeous face of his. And as you pull away you’re never sure if the way he places both hands on the wall is to cage you in for another one, or to catch himself as the tall man visibly melts an inch or two; his arms bracing himself. Because, from Shoto’s point of view, it’s like he’s being kissed by an angel. Which naturally happens when you place somehow framed in the pendant light above you. He does so intentionally, he thinks it’s only the natural way to see you in your full natural beauty.

Other times it’s standing at the doorframe, big sleek eyelashes blinking slowly at you, a shiny pouty bottom lip, and his hands pressed in prayer under his chin. The whole while he’s dressed in his hero costume waiting to cross the threshold of the door with his lean broad shoulders nearly squeezed by the frame until you finally stop pretending to think about it and nodded leaning in. With his gorgeous elegant fingers sneaking behind the curtain of hair at the base of your neck once you consent; rolling your eyes and giggling.

And sometimes it’s as he’s running about at work when he realized he forgot one and he races back to your place, school, work, etc. Having rushed over, skidding on a path of ice, and not stopping until he’s right in front of you. His breath casting a little puffy cloud from the icy cold he used to get there. His hair all mused as he takes in your hands and bewildered expression before giving you the most passionate chaste kiss he can manage in your workplace. Absolutely drinking in your breath as you part — before he dashes away like Jack Frost.

And he’s never one to question magical powers, or your own secret quirk. (a conspiracy he’ll animatedly reveal when you’re ready for it. IT being his incredibly detailed series of notes dedicated to his findings) And the record shows he’s always made it back home safe to you when you’ve kissed him with luck — and Shoto intends to fight with the goal to return into your embrace each and every time he has to leave it.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

I could be your crush, crush, crush (part two) || Reddie (IT)

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Part 1

Inspiration: this post + Crush by Tessa Violet

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak was built for a strict schedule and precision arrival. Of all the days to fuck up, he does it on his first official day of college. But upon running into an old friend, there just may be a positive to this shitty day after all.

TWs: explicit language, kissing, anxiety, and sex jokes.

[[A/N: You guys don't know how much I research to make Eddie's like 'fact' dialogue. Also, you guys just have to know that Stan and Bev were coaching Richie, so in spirit they are here lmao. Anyway. Enjoy :)) ]]

Eddie was maybe losing his mind.

Or well, he was kind of acting the same as he always does. But worse. A little worse. Okay, a lot worse.

"That one's nice," Ben spoke up -voice crinkly from the phone.

He was currently on call with some of his closest friends at this point. Ben, who he was acquaintances with in middle school and then befriended in high school, Mike, who stopped being homeschooled (always lived in Derry) until 11th grade, and Bill, who he'd known since kindergarten (actually was his crush then) and only really became actual friends in high school. They had all heard of Richie (Mike through stories). Bill had actually been close friends with him -kept in contact and had decidedly never fucking told Eddie. Which he was still fucking bitter about-

"Nice?!" Eddie nearly screeched, shaking the red shirt on the hanger, "-I don't want to look nice, Ben. I want to look... you know, good. Handsome, whatever the fuck."

"Wh-What's the d-difference?" Bill asked -somewhat genuinely.

"It's not-" Eddie huffed, coming up empty, "-I don't know, but there is one."

Mike interrupted then, passively, "No, he's right. There is a difference. What about one of your running shirts?"

"You want me to dress up into my fucking running clothes?" Eddie hissed out, hanging the shirt back up, "-Like it's nothing special? That's... I know it's casual, but fuck-"

"You're g-going to g-get icecream, Eddie," Bill emphasized, "-P-Plus, Richie w-went crazy f-for those f-fucking red sh-shorts in middle sch-school."

Eddie blinked (what), "Seriously? My gym shorts?"

"They w-weren't g-gym sh-shorts. They were f-fucking tiny as sh-shit," Bill corrected.

"Well," Eddie scrambled, listing, "-you're supposed to wear fucking... tight shit. To keep you cool, to improve circulation, to move freely-"

"We get it, Eddie," Mike laughed -effectively stopping Eddie in his tracks, "-That's actually very helpful, Bill. So, good call."

"How is that fucking helpful?" Eddie questioned, frustrated and flustered.

"We know what Richie likes now," Ben answered, smiling.

"Yeah," Bill commented, "-the more s-skin the better."

"Fuck you guys," Eddie hissed out, turning toward his closet and ruffling through shirts (primarily athletic or casual tanktops, by the way, for no particular reason), "-I'll just do this shit myself-"

He did not do it himself. And they did end up on shorts (which apparently all he had were tiny ones), and a loose tanktop -the kind that showed a little more than half of his sides. Eddie had ranted about bug bites and the more exposed skin meant more ways to get fucking lyme disease, but he still put it in the pile.

And then, he stared at the pile day after day. Day after Richie-filled day, actually.

They both were acting relatively normal. Well, maybe when their hands brushed together on walks, they wouldn't jump away anymore (still turned splotchy red but it was better), or when Richie wanted to carry Eddie's books, Eddie stopped fighting him on it. Or maybe after a few days, Richie showed up with a brand-new red backpack-

"Seriously?" Eddie laughed a little -eyeing it for a second.

"Yeah, I mean," Richie motioned to it, smiling -maybe a little nervously, "-You still like red, right?"

"I do," Eddie smiled at him, before slowly extending his hands forward to grab it, "-but you didn't have to do that. I was going to get one-"

"Eh," Richie shrugged, nonchalantly, "-I wanted to."

It should be noted, that after that day, Richie started fighting him to carry his backpack. Eddie fought him on that, for a multitude of reasons, but Richie always had a way of ending up with two different straps on his back. Eddie was frankly infuriated by his fucking... charisma, it drove him fucking insane. Everything about Richie Tozier drove him insane, so much so that he either wanted to smack his (frustratingly) handsome face or kiss the shit out of him.

Tragically, Eddie couldn't do the second option yet -even if he wanted it so bad it physically burned.

"Relax, Eddie," Bill piped up from yet another group call (his prepping one), "-it's j-just Richie."

"Well, yeah, but it's a date," Eddie exhaled a breath -fidgeting with his hair in the mirror (should he brush his teeth?).

"It's just a few extra things," Mike reasoned, definitely trying to calm him down, "-It's just like hanging out-"

"But you c-can make out now," Bill continued, casually.

Eddie's face burst into a fucking embarrassing shade of red, "Shut up, Bill. You're such an asshole."

"Wh-What?" Bill called out, "-You c-can, if you w-want. And I know you w-want to."

"Bill-" Eddie screeched -red burning his cheeks brighter.

"Look," Ben interrupted before it could get too far, "-Eddie, just remember that Richie likes you. So, you don't have to act any differently."

"Exactly," Mike agreed, "-so keep up the affectionate insults, or whatever the fuck you two have going on. Richie probably loves that shit."

"He d-does," Bill quickly confirmed.

"God," Eddie sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose, "-you guys suck. Except for you, Ben, you're my favorite now."

"Hey, I've known you l-longer than-"

Bzzt, bzzt.

Eddie shot his phone back from his ear.

rich 💞

here

"Fuck," Eddie scrambled for a second, bringing his phone to his eat again, "-he's here-"

"Eddie, calm down," Mike insisted, voice ever-so-smooth (like it always was), "-You're already ready, just-"

"G-Go bat your eyes a-at him," Bill interrupted again -persistently, "-He'll c-cave so f-fucking quick."

"Shut up, Bill," Eddie hissed -shuffling through his bedroom a little like a chicken with his head cut off (he literally had everything already ready, just to be clear), "-I fucking-"

Knock, knock.

"Eds?" Richie called.

"Fuck," Eddie muttered, "-I have to go guys. He's at the door."

"Good luck, Eddie!" Ben called, and then, Eddie promptly hung up.

Eddie took a deep breath in and then out, patting his pockets (wallet, phone, and keys). He fidgeted with his hair again-

"Are you dead in there?" Richie laughed, but there was something off (maybe nerves), "-Do I need to bust in? Criminal minds finding the suspect style? Because honestly, I might be able to-"

"If you put a hand on my door," Eddie bit back, making his way to the door, "-you're paying my rent for a month."

He could hear Richie laugh, and something in Eddie relaxed -smiling a little.

It's just Richie.

Eddie swung the door open and was met with one Richie Tozier. The Richie Tozier. The one he doodled the name of in the margins of his notebooks with a big heart around it (and then dramatically scribbled out with every inch of anger he could, but still). And that Richie Tozier was shooting up like a beanstalk with all knobby knees, too long limbs, and his Dad's old button-ups. And somehow, Eddie still like he so much that he felt like he physically was constantly vibrating from it.

But now, Richie Tozier was tall, and his limbs weren't long in comparison to his body (which wasn't as bony around the edges anymore), and his hair was long, and he actually somehow used the button-ups properly. But, at his very core, was still the same Richie Tozier that Eddie Kaspbrak wanted to ask him to the 8th grade formal.

He skimmed along his outfit: a white graphic tee with Smokey the Bear on it (the words 'only you can prevent wildfires' in a rainbow of colors) and a pair of green cargo pants that were supposed to look big but still somehow fit him. Eddie wanted to bite his own head off because of how endearing he found his stupid fucking t-shirts.

"Hi," Eddie offered, bouncing on his heel a little (nervous energy bubbling through his body).

He watched Richie's eyes flutter down his own outfit (and he did notice a hitch on his legs, fuck you, Bill) -which made him want to burst into fucking flames.

"Hi," Richie repeated, smiling -fingers fidgeting with each other (Eddie recognized it as nerves near immediately), "-You look... um, you look nice. Wait, fuck, that sounds-"

Eddie's lips quirked into a smile.

"-I mean, you do look nice. But that's just... It's fucking boring, and you're like... Wow, ya know? So, more than nice. Good. You look good. Cute. Hot? I don't-"

Eddie laughed, and it shot Richie out of his rant again -eyes looking at him like a moth to a flame (what the fuck), "You look good too, dipshit."

Richie smiled and let his eyes fall to the ground for a second (Eddie wanted to kiss him so bad that he flexed his hands), before looking back up, "Thanks, Eds."

Eddie took a second, maybe waiting for Richie to make the move. All he did was blink at him.

Eddie shook his head and laughed a little, taking Richie's hand -fluidly, and dragging him away, "Let's go, moron."

(He missed Richie blinking owlishly at their hands and stumbling after him like a puppy. But, it did, in fact, happen.)

And then, they were out on the sidewalk.

"Where did you say it was?" Eddie asked.

Silence.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, pulling off into the entrance of some shop, and turning back to Richie, "Rich? What's-"

Richie was staring at their hands, unabashedly. His face blossomed a red that was so bright that Eddie thought, for a second, he should be concerned. He tugged at their hands once, and watched Richie's face flicker back into motion -eyes shooting up to Eddie's.

Eddie raised an eyebrow.

"That's so fucking embarrassing," Richie echoed out, and Eddie felt his body physically burn with the fact that he could just pull him forward and kiss the shit out of him -right there.

"It's cute as shit," Eddie clarified, pink flaring up his cheeks, "-don't worry about it."

Before Richie could say anything about it, and it looked like he was going to, Eddie followed up.

"Where is the icecream place?"

Richie laughed a little, "Are you seriously going to call me cute and then just brush over that shit?"

"I'm just fucking complimenting my date," Eddie pointed out, still a little flustered (because Richie always worked him up that way), "-That's completely normal."

"Your date, right," Richie blinked a few times, "-But like, cute? Me? Seriously?"

Eddie turned to fully face him now, "What? It's fucking cute, it just is, asshole. Why would that be weird?"

"I just-" Richie held his arms up like he was being puppeteer -showing himself off (and Eddie was definitely looking), "-I'm a fucking nerd, not... I'm not..."

Eddie took a second, before understanding, "What? Attractive?"

"I mean," Richie laughed, nervously, "-yeah."

Eddie blinked. Broad shoulders, big hands, strong nose, good jaw-

"Are you serious?" He finally said, genuinely confused.

"Um," Richie repeated, less certain now -eyes flicking all over Eddie's face (trying to read him) "-yes."

Eddie huffed out a breath, defensive somehow, "You are so fucking stupid."

"Jeez, man," Richie let out a shocked laugh, "-let a man have fucking insecurities-"

"You're so hot that it makes me want to rip my hair out, dickweed," Eddie interrupted -sharply.

Richie blinked once, squeaking out, "What?"

"Plus," Eddie pointed out, "-I liked you in middle school when you were wearing your big as fuck Dad's hand-me-downs. Ugly hand-me-downs. Anything is an upgrade."

Richie laughed a little, "That is a good point. You're just, um... like so fucking... perfect. So, I'm like-"

Perfect. His mind went blank. What the fuck-

"-kinda in disbelief, I guess."

Eddie blinked, repeating -blankly, "Perfect?"

Richie pursed his lips, before hesitantly continuing, "Yeah, you're like... angelic, Eds. I dunno if this is weird to say but you're like... beautiful. To me, I guess."

Eddie blinked again. Jesus Christ-

They hadn't even gotten icecream yet, they haven't even gotten icecream yet, they haven't even gotten icecream yet-

"Let's go," Eddie spoke, turning in his place.

"Wait," Richie tried to pull back, but Eddie was one stubborn, fast-moving fucker, "-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Shut up," Eddie spun back around -suddenly, "-don't fucking apologize."

Richie blinked, wide eyes behind his lens, "So... it was good?"

"Great," Eddie confirmed, letting his eyes linger on his face for a second (kiss him, kiss him, kiss him-), "-Let's actually go on a fucking date, okay?"

"Okay," Richie swallowed, but still diligently seemed to straighten.

"Now," Eddie leveled again, frustrated, "-can you, please, tell me where the fuck it is?"

Richie laughed, and did so.

The rest of the walk was... almost weird. But also not at all. Well, except for the fact that every second Eddie was reminded of the fact that he wanted to kiss Richie so badly that it physically hurt-

Felt it as Richie nonchalantly ordered for him (he remembered?) -toppings and all. Felt it as he fought to pay, won, and said "You can get it next time, deal?". Felt it as he pocketed a couple of extra napkins, casually. Felt it as he, with ease, wrapped one around Eddie's cone because "You hate it getting on your hands". Felt it as he guided Eddie to a table, and took the chair more in the sun -even though Eddie was wearing literal shorts. Felt it as Richie took some of the napkins and tried to wipe off the table as much as he could like it was the most normal thing in the world (and then gave Eddie the rest). Felt it as he finally settled in and gave Eddie his entire attention like he'd never wanted to look away. Felt it as he held out his hand for the cherry, because he knew Eddie didn't like them-

God.

"So," Richie suggestively raised his eyebrows, "-you come here often?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, and said flatly, "You're such an idiot."

They passed a moment in silence.

"Honest question," Richie started, eating some of his icecream, "-This will be embarrassing if you didn't, but... Did you have like a counsel of friends to pick up your outfit?"

Eddie paused, pressing his lips into a thin line, "Maybe. Did you?"

Richie grinned, tilting his head slightly, "Maybe."

"I'm actually friends with Ben and Bill now," Eddie added, adjusting his hold on the cone.

"Shit, really?" Richie asked, before furrowing his eyebrows, "-Wait, Billy has my number-"

"Yeah, I know," Eddie huffed out, "-I'm still pissed at him."

Richie laughed, eyes fell to his icecream. Thinking for a moment.

"Would you have..." Richie started, turning his attention back to Eddie -eyes open with a genuine sort of curiosity, "-Would you have reached out?"

"Of course," Eddie spoke -unhesitantly, "-You're the best friend I've ever had. Would you not... want me to?"

"No, what-" Richie shook his head, "-I would've called you like the day after we moved. I did. Actually."

Eddie paused, "Really?"

"Yeah," Richie picked at the wrapper on his cone, repeating, "-of course."

"My Mom never let me use the phone," Eddie explained, maybe a little guiltily, "-and I really never had a cell."

"I figured," Richie smiled, bittersweet and Eddie felt an ache in his chest.

Eddie paused for a second, "I'm sorry."

"Don't, Eds-" Richie grabbed his wrist, and Eddie's mind hummed, "-It wasn't your fault. And honestly, I'm just happy to have you back now."

Eddie smiled, and Richie seemed happy with that -dropping his wrist (the way his brain craved more was fucking embarrassing).

"Kinda fucked that he didn't give me your number though," Richie remarked.

Eddie laughed, "Fucking exactly. He's such an asshole."

And then, he caught something.

On Richie's lip, there was a teeny smudge of chocolate. And you know, it would probably be the first of many, but something made Eddie want to fix it. (Maybe because it was Eddie Kaspbrak and he hated shit like that, or maybe because it was drawing unnecessary attention to his lips, which Eddie couldn't handle.)

"You-" Eddie motioned to the left side of his face, "-You've got something."

"Shit, really?" Richie moved to wipe, and completely missed it.

"No," Eddie frowned, motioning again, "-up."

Richie moved way too far up.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Let me just fucking-"

He stood up, and moved his chair to beside Richie, and pulled one of the napkins out of his pocket. On instinct, he started wiping away at the chocolate -completely focused.

(Missing the way Richie's eyes widened at how close he was getting. Naturally.)

"There," Eddie sat back, putting the napkin on the table. And then, reconnecting their eyes.

Richie was staring at him.

"What?" Eddie questioned, eyebrows furrowing and hand going to wipe at his own mouth, "-Do I have some on my face?"

Richie's eyes flicked to his hand (his lips) -following the motion, and then back up to Eddie's eyes in a quick flash.

Oh.

Eddie blinked a few times, and felt red bleed up into his cheeks, "Oh."

"You don't-" Richie started, suddenly nervously rambling, "-We don't have to, um... If you're not comfortable, I just... You got really fucking close to my mouth and I-"

Eddie watched his mouth move around the words.

"-I just, I got the fucking idea. And it might have been a stupid idea, actually. If you don't want-"

God.

Eddie nearly jumped forward, pushing their lips together. Richie's mouth clicked against his at the force, and the words were snatched right out of his chest ('hmph' bubbling out of his lips). It was only a second before Richie realized what was happening, and carefully started to react -one hand traveling to hold Eddie's shoulder. And the other-

Wait.

"Shit-" Richie cursed, snapping back and Eddie's eyes caught on the growing stain of icecream on his shirt -arms thrown up as if to not get it anywhere else.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Eddie frowned, pulling out some napkins and hastily patting the stain on his shirt.

"Eddie, baby, relax," Richie laughed, and Eddie's eyes shot to his (baby, baby, baby), "-it's just a shirt."

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have-" Eddie scrambled, fully pulling back.

"Yeah, no," Richie grinned, moving to tug Eddie's chair closer, "-There's no shouldn't. You should have, and actually, we should do it again-"

Eddie laughed, before feeling something drip onto his leg. Wait.

His eyes shot to his -which was currently fallen over onto the table and halfway melted under the hot sun, "Shit."

Richie laughed, and Eddie turned to him again, "Yeah, maybe we both got a little fucking distracted."

"Yeah," Eddie eyed the two messes, "-maybe."

"You know," Richie started, "-I personally think they're both lost causes, and I mean... it can't get any worse, so-"

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

"-maybe we could be distracted again. Before we clean up, of course-"

He burst into laughter, then. Letting it sink into his skin, fuck. Richie fucking Tozier.

He opened his eyes, and leaned forward -barely a breath away (Richie's eyes followed him), "Just a little."

"Yeah," Richie hummed, distracted, "-just a little, yeah."

It wasn't just a little.

But, you know what? Eddie Kaspbrak didn't really give a fuck. He was finally kissing Richie Tozier.

That was more important anyway.

[fghniki]

Outsider’s Point of View

Gabriel dropped to the floor. Mayura gulped. Her hands unclenched by themselves, dropping the cane she snatched from him a minute earlier. When it fell, she heard the sound echoing through her head. “Nathalie?” flying out of the brooch, Nooroo looked at her with surprise. “What- what is going on?” (Nathalie does something very stupid and very brave.) (Also available on Ao3.) 669 words. Teen and Up, Gen, Nathalie Sancoeur-centric. Contains graphic depictions of violence and very loose interpretations of canon.

Gabriel dropped to the floor.

Mayura gulped. Her hands unclenched by themselves, dropping the cane she snatched from him a minute earlier. When it fell, she heard the sound echoing through her head.

“Nathalie?” flying out of the brooch, Nooroo looked at her with surprise. “What- what is going on?”

It was better to stay silent — explaining would take too much time, as would making up a believable lie. Nooroo wasn’t that naive. Mayura kneeled down next to Gabriel and turned him on his back. His chest was slowly rising and falling. So she didn’t overdo it. (She managed to snatch a quick brush against Gabriel’s face. Good thing no one knew his secret. He could live normally after this.)

Mayura picked him up and rose. Nathalie would never have enough strength to get him off the ground — but to Mayura Gabriel was as light as a feather.

“...did you do this?”

“The most he’ll get is a concussion.” She hoped. She didn’t see any blood, though — so he ought to have been fine. Mayura walked onto the platform and rose up into Gabriel’s cabinet; she put him down and let herself breathe in a couple of times before saying, “Fall my feathers”. Duusu flew out, but Nathalie took her brooch off before kwami could start blabbering.

Surprisingly enough, Nooroo stayed quiet until Nathalie took a small statuette — a surprisingly heavy thing — from the table and kneeled next to Gabriel, trying to figure out where to place it. “You hit him in the head to take his miraculous,” he said with a weird mixture of calmness and confusion.

“Exactly.”

“If Hawkmoth finds out about this, he will track you down and-”

“If I succeed, Hawkmoth will never do anything again.” She finally decided where to put the statuette; she rose, stretched out her hand and let it fall on the ground. “I have a plan. But I need your help to succeed.”

“...what do I have to do?” he asked with a trembling voice.

“Just tell me,” she sat down again and frowned — her body really did not like this. She will soon be running on adrenaline, “do you know what happens to a kwami when their Miraculousis destroyed?”

“Miraculouses are impossible to destroy – unless you use a Cat-a-clysm, but no owner of the Black Cat would ever do that!”

Unless provoked, Nathalie thought, putting her hand on Gabriel’s Miraculous. “That wasn’t my question.”

Nooroo gulped. “They… they die,” he managed to squeeze out.

“Then I am very sorry, Nooroo.”

Nooroo’s eyes widened, but Nathalie took off Gabriel’s charm before he could finish. She rose up and took out her phone. Even in the middle of ruining her life she was as calm as the sea —

“And that’s what I like about you very much, Nathalie,” he said, holding Adrien’s hand. The boy was sleeping, eyes still red after all the crying. “I couldn’t ask for a better assistant.”

— she put up the new broadcast.

“Ladybug and Cat Noir managed to seize the akuma! But they still have the other monster to deal with-” Nathalie turned off the screen, put her phone away and — almost with no hesitation — put the Peacock Miraculous back on.

“What are we doing, Nathalie?” Duusu blurted out the moment she got out.

“Saving the world, of course,” she gave Duusu a gentle smile. “You want to do something good, right?”

“Yes! And fun!”

“This will be fun,” Nathalie promised, walking towards the door.

“I don’t get what we’re doing, though,” Duusu started flying around the room. “What did you do to Hawkmoth?”

“It’s all part of our plan.”

“Another one of your convoluted schemes?” Duusu groaned as Nathalie went out of the door to Gabriel’s office. “They’re always so needlessly complicated.”

“Well, otherwise we wouldn’t ever be able to win, would we?” Nathalie glanced at Agreste’s portrait as she put her hand on the door handle. She took a moment to take it all in, as if trying to memorise; and then she left.

[redswaberkez]

NOW CAN I HEAR UR HCS FOR P1 AND P2? >:)

NHGRRRR STRAINIG MY BRAIN our hcs also kinda same buutt anywayyyyy

there is kindaa a longread sooo

P1

- Among all dudes only P1 and sch.. sc.. SHTOPOR were at war (p1) or served in the army (shtopor (airbone)) - has sufficient paramedical skills due to military service - his hobbies are playing guitar and singing. Punk-like singing. Grunge-like singing. Not even singing, I would say SCREAMING - he doesnt understand almost all jokes. And if hes trying to make a joke probably its gonna be dark as hell\unfunny\scary\obscure or dad puns*tm (rare) - "You cant sleep now. Monsters are nearby" - can speak german - "Demonic voice wont shut the fuck up. Please help me." - P1 is very diff in comparison to other dudes. He is so serious. He is the one at party who stays in the corner (meme ref they dont know that [...]) - scary mask amd skary voice is only a cover. Deeply inside he is very gentle and caring. But nobody knows this. - He IS an antihorny. He HATES nudity - my todays dream is revealed that he has Cain (like cain and abel ykno) vibes. Im not joking. It was in my dream. and Im gonna stick to it. I DONT KNOW BIBLE THO!!!!!!!!! my mom just once mentioned cain yesterday AND HERE WE GO - he struggles with religion SO MUCH. (im not gonna explain it rn. im doin a fcking comic on it) - Hes always on the verge of a mental breakdown. But he perfer to not think abt it and go VIOLENT that let his true emotions out - migraine survivor - imo he is a cleany one, and his own hygiene is GOOD, altho he doesnt use hairbrush that often. - "Gifted but lazy kid" in the past. "Academic perfomance flew off. You need to show him to a doc. He Could If He Wanted To." - p1 doesnt smoke or drink. He actually doesnt do all these unhealty stuff - oh GOD LORD am NOT your STRONGEST SOLDIER😭

P2

- Can you gib me an ibuprofen. My head are exploding rn (literally) - homophobic bisexual - lit had married his wife cuz he didnt know his bi and thats the reason why their marriage is SHIT - postal dudess (i dont like word doe :/) is his younger sister - he would kill for her and she would kill for him. I love them sm. - also has struggles with religion, but less intense than p1, p2 actually solved them later (gonn explain it laterrrr) - his organism is a fucking garbage but somehow his addictions doesnt damage him that much. - stinky rat. Shower? more like shower of deodorant AHAHSHAH - Hes always perked up, always joking and funny and unfunny, horny, shit, sarcastic etc jokes. - His language is Sarcasm - "im gonna кмs in front of them just to switch trajectory of their lives LMAOOOOO" - Also Lazy Gifted kid*tm - "Evil as weekend entertainment)" - Would like to play drums - p2, p3 and shtopor would drink together - His sunglasses is his trademark, he doesn't go anywhere without his sunglasses. - AND OF COURSE he has his own OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING. Even if hes wrong. He is stubborn as fuck. You can't argue with him. - He can sleep literally anywhere. Even in a ditch (he did). And you cant woke him up. - The three S bingo*tm - stupid sadistic and suicidal - Jack of all trades, master of none - He is very private, when it comes to touch, altho he has a touch starvation - therefore ^ his love language is touch and tactile connection

Idk for now thst all 😖

[jooheonspinky]

Kpop Dream Log 53: Jung Kook and Namjoon

August 26, 2023, Saturday

I don’t remember much but I was with BTS and at first, we were in one place that I can’t remember anything about right now. I do remember talking to Jung Kook mostly at that place. He didn’t look like the Jung Kook now. He had dark hair, almost black, and it was parted off-center. It looked wet. He was wearing all black with a black leather jacket that had silver embellishments on it. 

I don’t really remember anyone else, but I do know that all the members were there. The majority of the time I spoke with Namjoon. 

Anyway, we get into vans and go to this other place that was a school campus.  At first I didn’t know it was a campus. It looked like an airport, like we were going to fly out somewhere or maybe a train station, but anyway later on it turned out to be a school campus.

At first, I was standing and Namjoon was sitting in these chairs where there’s like two chairs facing one way, and then right behind it is two chairs facing another way and it was like a waiting area lobby. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a mustard-yellow shirt that has some sort of maroon letters on it that I can’t remember what it said. I feel like it had numbers on the front, almost like a jersey.

There are a lot of people there and surprisingly nobody is like ‘Oh my God, BTS!’ even though they are BTS in my dream. I know their managers were there. Bang PD was there also, so I was like ‘Why is no one freaking out’  but I was glad they weren’t being harassed. 

So I’m standing in the area where Namjoon is sitting; his legs are so long. He has this backpack that has a strap that goes over his left shoulder then across his chest and then the bag is at his back and at a slanted angle. He’s gripping the strap in both hands and it’s not like he’s nervous but it’s like he’s trying to stay focused on what’s going on around us.

 I come up to him and I’m like, “Hey, I’ve been trying to practice my Korean. Can you help me with 'time'? I struggle a lot with time.”

He smiles up at me and  says, “Yeah, sure.” 

So he asks something but his voice is so deep I couldn’t understand it. A girl is standing next to me. She’s tall, skinny, dark-skinned and really pretty. She replies to Namjoon and he’s like ‘Yeah good’ 

I lean over and say, “I didn’t understand, can you repeat it?” 

He repeats it and then again I don’t hear it.  We’re told to move on to the next room, so he stands up. He was so tall! I try to keep pace with him as I finally register he had asked me the time. 

On my watch I see it's 10:15 am and I ask, “Ok, is it like this?” so I’m counting on my hands, “Il, I, sam, sa, oh…” 

He does like this tsking sound and huffs, while he shakes his head, “It's not like that.”

I frown and ask, "Oh well, then is it the other one? Hanna, dul, set, net…” I’m trying to count in the other system and say, “Daseot!”

He just looks at me like I was crazy. (I realize now I was only counting to 5 in both number systems 😂)

And so we get in line, I guess we’re going there to register. I couldn’t tell if it was a high school or college because Namjoon looked like he does now. He had his hair a dark brown, but it was short, like that almost buzz-cut type of cut. So we get in line and I lose everyone so I was like 'Dang, I really wanted to be in line with BTS' because the line was so long and I was gonna be there for a long time. I don’t know how I lost them, but I’m just waiting in line, waiting in line. There’s these girls in front of me who obviously know each other. They are just chatting it up. One girl has senior-like photos in her hand I wonder if maybe I’m in high school. Maybe I’m registering for my last year or something. I look up at the wall ahead of me. It’s almost like we’re in the library but the library was ginormous. I look up at the wall and there’s a photo or a painting of a knight and I’m thinking to myself, ‘Oh my God, when I was in high school we were the Knights.’ The colors for this dream school were black and purple which I thought was weird (my school was black, silver, white, and grey), but now that I think about it … hello BTS…purple!

 Anyway, I’m in line and on the right side of me is these double doors to go outside and every time somebody opens the doors I could get a glimpse of outside and it was just getting darker and darker, and the trees were swaying, leaves were fluttering and I’m like ‘oh my god a storm is coming’.

I look ahead of me,  around the girls that were in front of me and I gasp, “Namjoon!”  

He turns around and gasps back, “Ingrid!” and his eyes get all big like he was so excited to see me and he leans over hugs me, and asks, “You’re in this part of the line, too?” I nod and he urges me over, “Just come. Come stand with me.”  I tell him I don’t want to cut, but he shrugs, saying, “You’re one person. Nobody’s gonna mind.” 

 I’m like ‘OK’ and I go and I stand next to him.

I tell him, “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a knight again. I was a knight a long long time ago."

There was mention of the weather but I can’t remember much once I woke up. It was so confusing with the time frame it was. I was mentioning my old high school, yet I couldn't tell if I was in high school or registering for college.

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Namjoon:

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Closeup: rkive

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[eldenphil]

mmmm

[onsunnyside]

Ok one more prompt idea bc I have no self control😭

So the community center across from campus is putting on a an Easter program for the kiddos and they’re families, and guess who the star of the play is? Our drama!major activist of course. And who’s that in the front row of the seats? Hmm looks like the infamous Ari Levinson.

Maybe before she goes on Ari smuggles his way backstage to give her a ✨good luck kiss✨(and then some) which is so good that she ends up forgetting a line or two onstage😳 nothing major but she gets super embarrassed, even tho the audience couldn’t really tell except for him. So the play is over and she’s pissed at him. Refusing to talk to him besides a snide comment or two in the car, even tho he’s her ride home.

Which causes him to pull over or stop somewhere deserted in the parking lot to correct her nasty attitude. Maybe a good spanking or two. He’ll say stuff like “How dare you disrespect me? I come all this way to watch you perform, and this is the thanks I get? I don’t think so, sweetheart”😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I think them being mated already fits this prompt better, but it’s up to u sonny!!

-💋

this is set after they’ve mated, and i changed it a bit hehe, i hope you enjoy bestie !! 

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha Ari Levinson x omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark elements, SMUT - minors DNI, possessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, hints of brat tamer!Ari, manipulation, rough manhandling turned soft-ish, dub-con, spanking, brief fingering (f)

𝗪/𝗖 | 523

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There were a lot of things you wish you’d done differently, plenty of instances where a different decision would have landed you in far better circumstances. And this moment, as you glare at the stupid interior of the 1969 Dodge Charger, is at the top of the list. 

You shouldn’t have ever told him about tonight—but you know he’d find out anyway. Somehow, he always knows everything. 

“—and it’s like you want to make me mad,” the deep voice of your alpha fills the car, the open windows allowing a cool breeze to calm the heat in your cheeks, “Why is that? Why can’t you just be grateful for once?”

“Because you’re an entitled prick!” Your hand is roughly yanked behind your back and pinned by a much stronger force, you clench your teeth as a bolt of pain shoots through your shoulder. That is followed by a three sharp spanks on your ass, each swing pushing you closer to the door. 

It’s like clockwork, you fight back against his overbearing personality through snide remarks or a silent treatment, and he punishes you in whatever means he deems necessary. This time, you’re bent over his lap in his prized vintage car, the fancy arrangement of your favourite flowers sits in the backseat, along with several other bouquets and gift baskets from tonights show. 

You know that in a matter of moments, he’ll have you under his thumb once again. 

Yet somehow, as his mark sits pretty on your neck, you aren’t revolted but rather yearning for it, for him. 

“You’ll never get rid of me, so acting like a brat isn’t going to do any good. Unless you want me to bring out the belt again?”

An involuntary whimper escapes your throat, you try to cover it up with a cough but Ari heard it loud and clear. 

“I know why you’re acting up, sweetheart.” His warm hand traces down your back to the hem of your formal dress, “A special occasion is coming up, huh?”

“Ari, stop it—this is a main road!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have acted ungrateful then.” He releases your arm and chuckles as you try to escape him, your squirming does nothing more than make him uncomfortably harder in his slacks. “Where’s my good omega who cooks me breakfast and kisses me whenever she sees me?” Ari teases and slowly slips his fingers up your dress. 

“I—oh,” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as he rubs the little wet patch on your panties, “Ari, please don’t.” 

“Where’s my baby? The sweet girl who sucks my cock to wake me up? Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got your heat schedule memorized. That’s why you’re acting up, huh?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you just nod once and give up as his other hand massages the back of your neck. 

“Poor omega, working so hard when you’re so tired… Daddy will make it all better, okay?” He shushes you as he pulls the cotton to the side, sliding one thick finger into your weepy hole. “My baby deserves some time off, and I know just how you should spend it.” 

[apotatouwu]

Mornings with Albedo and Kokomi

Albedo & Sangonomiya Kokomi (separated) x Reader

Fluff <3 (Established relationship with both; gender is not specified)

Warnings: none

i dont think my heart can take this ajdvdjshsjs

Albedo

Usually wakes up first. He has a long way to travel just to get to his camp up on Dragonspine after all.

On the rare occasion that he DOES sleep in (by accident), you have this man trapped to the bed

You get up before Albedo does? He awakens to your body straddling his, with your arms wrapped around his torso

If you're too tired to lay on top of him, you have him caged in your arms, while you burry your face in his messy locks behind him

Loves it when he wakes up to feel your breaths tickle his neck but he won't admit that

He's strong alright, but that fact doesn't stop you from giving him a hard time just to sit up

As much as Albedo loves you, he has experiments to conduct.

Waking up, he checks the clock to see that it is a bright 8:00 in the morning. Ah, he overslept. Now, he always expects your form to pin him to the bed as you peacefully dreamt, but not today.

Well your arms are around him, yes, but it's almost like you're clinging to him as if your life depended on him.

"Snowflake, it is way past 6:00."

Other than a low whine, Albedo recieves no response. Looks like he's left with no choice.

Like the maniac he is, Albedo throws the blacket off of your tired body. It is with that action alone that causes you to jolt from your nap. Angry for ruining your dream, you stare at your alchemist of a boyfriend with eyes mixed with exhaustion and annoyance.

"Good morning, but what the hell 'bedo!?"

"Good morning to you too, love."

The rest of the day was filled with you mumbling incoherent nonesense as you complete your commisions, while a smirk is embedded on Albedo's face.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

You think she's pretty when she's awake? HA wait until she's asleep

Although Kokomi's face has an extremely peaceful look, don't be fooled.

She may be asleep, but her mind is on high alert. This lessens when she's asleep beside you though

During the start of your relationship, Kokomi would wake up whenever you hug her

Now, she always has a small smlie when you wrap your arms around her

Whether Kokomi is the big or small spoon, she loves it when you tuck your head into her neck

Whenever her workload is increased however, Kokomi loves tucking her head into yours

With a sigh of content, Kokomi listens to your voice as she awakens from her slumber.

You were humming a famous Inazuman lullaby that the priestess loved during her childhood. Noticing that your girlfriend is awake, a tired giggle is released from you as your fingers instantly comb her salmon pink hair. Doing so was muscle memory at this point.

"Good morning, Koko~"

"Mm... good morning..."

Not letting you finish your sentence, the awakened leader hurriedly glanced at the calendar.

"Aw going back to sleep? It's our anniversary and I was thinking of walking around Watatsumi Island today-"

Ah. It is. But-

"(Y/N) what about my sch-"

"Already told the shrine maidens to split your work between them and Gorou. It's a special day today and you deserve the break love."

Giving up, Kokomi knows that she can't argue. She went through so many meetings in the past few days that her social battery is depleted.

"What can I do without you sunshine?"

"Haha love you too Kokomi."

I ran out of pet names for Kokomi :(

[justanotherkpopstanlol]

Fluid: Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader x Chrissy Cunningham

Requested: Nope :)

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: mentions of homophobia (brief), cussing, mentions of drugs, food, mentions of EDs (very brief), Jason is a narcissist :/

Notes: I aim to make all my fics as poc friendly and also as open ended as possible to include different people’s backgrounds, body types, gender identities and sexualities but if I did make a mistake please feel free to let me know :)

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Being a senior at Hawkins High was not easy. As someone more or less on the popular side, having to maintain a decent image was what mattered most. Most of the popularity has come from being best friends with Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High. Chrissy was a sweet and kind girl who had approached you on your first day of school, having just moved to Hawkins a little while back, and offered to help you find your classes and even to have lunch together. She was like an angel in that moment and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make your heart flutter. Chrissy had a way of making you feel that way often, sometimes you would even feel your cheeks heat up from the blood rushing to them.

Despite being told that it was wrong by everyone around you, you couldn’t help but feel this way. It may not have been normal to many others but it was normal to you so for now that was all that mattered.

It seemed as though Chrissy was oblivious to any of this, even if she knew she didn’t bring it up which you were content with for now.

It was just another day at Hawkins high, you and Chrissy walked alongside one another down the hall towards the lunch room. Chrissy’s boyfriend, Jason Carver, went ahead to boast about the last basketball game he won. You questioned Chrissy’s taste in guys, Jason Carver was an asshole and Chrissy was an absolute sweetheart. Having noticed you zoned out, Chrissy called your name.

“You alright?” She asks in that sweet voice of hers. You nod yes, giving a thumbs up for good measure not entirely trusting your voice at the moment. She was always so attentive, so patient with you. She walks a bit forward this time to let you in first. You let out a quiet thank you and enter, Chrissy following behind, only to witness Eddie Munson walking on a table in the cafeteria giving a whole spiel of ‘what’s really killing the kids’.

Eddie was an interesting character to say the least. Labeled the freak of Hawkins high and having failed senior year twice, you didn’t get the chance to interact with him yet. That fact was probably the only thing besides being Chrissy’s friend that kept the other students from harassing you like they did Eddie and his friends. You know that for sure after Tiffany from Chem was seen flirting with Eddie (very poorly as you’ve heard) during a drug deal.

Oddly enough, you did find Eddie to be quite attractive. With his unruly curly hair and big doe eyes, he was quite the eye candy although admitting that aloud would be the death of your high school career.

Eddie finished his spiel by making a funny face towards Jason, mocking him and effectively pissing him off.

You and Chrissy reached the long table with all the basketball players and cheerleaders, taking your respective seats beside each other with Chrissy in between you and Jason. He plants a kiss on her forehead and then a peck on her lips, making you look away and accidentally making eye contact with Eddie. He smiles at you and quirks a brow, perhaps a silent question or possibly a look of amusement? You couldn’t differentiate that from this distance.

Chrissy shifted in her seat, slowly moving away from Jason and closer to you. Her fingers brushed against yours, sending a small shock through your fingertips where hers touched yours. As the table chatted away, Jason continued his boasting seemingly still slightly peeved from Eddie’s mocking, and the cheerleaders gossiped about the latest news at the school. You paid no mind to any of it, instead focusing on eating your lunch in silence, tuning out the rest of the world. Chrissy’s hand continued to creep closer to yours, soon intertwining both your fingers with each other which made you stop mid-bite. You looked towards Chrissy, her already looking right back at you and smiling as sweetly as she always did. If you looked close enough, you could see a hint of blush on Chrissy’s cheeks. It was barely there and hard to miss, but spending time staring at Chrissy like you do makes it easier to notice.

After a short while, Chrissy let go of your hand whispering something about going to the bathroom and left the lunchroom leaving you to mourn the fact that you’re stuck with the worst people at Hawkins high. Looking around for someone, anyone, else who you tolerate at the school, you see Eddie get up from his seat and leave the lunchroom as well. Now this may not have been strange but you had a gut feeling that told you to follow. So you stand up and quickly make your way across the lunchroom and out the doors, trying to catch up to Eddie.

As you follow him, you find yourself somewhere in the woods by the school with nothing but a picnic table in sight. You lost Eddie only a moment ago and decided to hide behind some trees, peeking around to see if you could catch a glimpse of him or even Chrissy. Speaking of Chrissy, you see her heading over and acting strange and jittery. Well, a bit more than usual considering she told you she was in the process of recovering from an eating disorder she’s had for a while now, doing her best to prioritize her health.

Eddie walks up behind Chrissy, giving her a fright. The pair make their way towards the picnic table, Eddie holding a sort of toolbox. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but Eddie fell over and then he and Chrissy spoke with much enthusiasm. This sent a sharp feeling through your heart. Does Eddie like Chrissy? Does Chrissy like Eddie? As they get ready to finally make their exchange, you back up a bit, hoping to leave without getting lost. Of course, the universe has it out for you and you step on a decently sized twig which snaps rather loudly. Shit, it’s just like the movies you think to yourself. As you spend a moment to think how unbelievably cliche this was, Eddie makes his way over to where you stand and lets out a laugh, crossing his arms.

“Well, well, well. And what do we have here?” He asks rhetorically. You gulp, his shirt fits him pretty well and his bat tattoos look amazing on him. Did I ever notice them before? You think, lowering your gaze to the ground in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

“There are better ways to spy on people, sweetheart. Here’s a tip for next time, don’t make a sound or you’ll get caught.” He states rather matter-of-factly. Chrissy walks over too, wanting to see who caught her out here with Eddie only to be met with you.

“Oh my god,” She starts, an embarrassed look on her face. “I’m so sorry you saw that. I swear this is my first time.” A puzzled look crosses your face for a second because realization dawns on you, she’s talking about the deal.

“I,” You begin, hesitant and quiet. “I didn’t mean to spy on you guys. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You say, directing this towards Chrissy. A fake frown crosses Eddie’s face.

“What, you don’t trust me with your friend? I’m not actually a satanic cult leader, y’know?” He says. You look at him nodding, mumbling apology after apology towards him. Eddie laughs again, bringing his hand to yours and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it in a soothing manner.

“No worries, love. I was just kidding.” This time when he laughs, Chrissy joins followed by you. After a minute of laughing together, the three of you spend the rest of the lunch hour hanging out at the picnic table. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Sure, you didn’t like the idea of Chrissy doing drugs but hanging out with her and Eddie was fun. Maybe you were starting to like Eddie too but for now you were content with everything as it was.

I hope this was to everyone's liking! I do have a smut idea for this with an afab reader so let me know if that's something you guys are interested in :) Be sure to join my taglist if you want to be tagged in any posts and view my request page as an idea of stuff I write too!!

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[batwritings]

YES THE DEMON SCHLATT!>=3🐞

*kicks down the door* I'M SORRY I'M LATE BUT HI I'M FINALLY GETTING TO THIS!!! Here's the original post with 🐞's wonderful idea!!>> link Enjoy~!

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You sigh as another drunk patron stumbles from the casino, trying to find their way home. You'd been watching human after human lose their way from the building's rooftops for hours now, knowing your influence was losing out here. The soft breeze behind you gave way to the creature causing it.

"You know you can't win here princess," the demon chuckled from behind. You rolled your eyes and stood to greet him. Golden eyes were practically gleaming at you and your worn out expression.

"What do you want this time Schlatt?" you grumbled, crossing your arms defiantly. You were trying to hide the fact that, over the time you and this goat demon had been crossing paths, you'd gone from dreading his very existence, to anticipating his teasing remarks and flirtations. Not very angelic, and Schlatt knew it.

The demon smirks and starts to approach you, circling you like a lion would it's prey. "Aw what's the matter angel?" He hums, hand on your lower back, sliding up between your wings. A shudder runs down your back as his gruff voice meets your ears again. "Feeling a little...sinful?"

"Please..." you mumble, barely above a whisper. Schlatt has you pinned to roof of the casino in an instant, lips on yours as his hands roam your body. You thread yours through his messy wavy locks, gripping tight to his curled horns.

"Waited too long for this," the demon mumbles as he slides his hand down your thighs then up to your sex, pushing your angelic garb out of the way haphazardly. "Goddamn...if I'd known you wanted me this bad I would have made a move a long time ago."

"Just shut up and fuck me," you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. The teasing had been last months now, and your angelic status be damned, you needed this release.

"Your wish is my command," Schlatt chuckles as he pumps a finger into your aching hole. "Fuck you're so wet." He fucks you open with one finger, then two, then three. All the while leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses and licks along your clit.

Only when he feels you're ready does he pull himself free, hard member on display before lining up with you. "You're gonna wish you never got turned into an angel," he smirks before sliding in. It doesn't take long for the harsh burn to turn into pleasure for you, what with the demon spouting how good you feel left and right and how pretty you look underneath him like this.

It's only when he touches your wings as he's readjusting to start thrusting that a burst of pleasure slides across your skin and a loud moan. Bright, wide, golden eyes stare down at you in surprise at first before he gives a devilish smirk. "Even your wings defy your true nature," Schlatt huffs, as he starts thrusting in and out of you mercilessly.

You're so lost in the pleasure coursing through your every fiber with every touch along your skin, every stroke of your wings, every sinful word that falls from his lips that you hardly notice your orgasm creep up on you. It hits you like a freight train, Schlatt's cock seemingly hitting every pleasure center in your very core. His rough pace quickly becomes uncoordinated with your velvety walls clenching around him. His head knocks against you as he spills inside, painting your walls white.

Pants and huffs mingle with each other as you each come down from your highs. Rough kisses that leave burns in their wake from his facial hair trail down your neck. "Sch-Schlatt?" you whimper softly, curious of his intent.

His bright eyes glow down at you with devious intent. "I'm gonna make you mine tonight angel."

[yostresswritinggirl]

The One The Bard Once Loved

NEW Vibe check (appropriate song to cry to while reading)

"The bard, the sprite, the archer. The trio of young dreamers that wish to witness the blue skies past the raging winds that lock their freedom. But those are more than mere dreams, for it requires the sacrifice of those you love, to grace the courage to fight a God. And Barbatos, poor Barbatos, sacrificed more than he wanted."

Pairings -> Venti x Fem!Reader x Bard (Gale)

Word Count -> 4,337

Theme -> Angst, Backstory, Long Fic

Series -> #Bonafide specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> Spoilers to Venti's story, character death

"Oh little sprite, from whence beyond

Does thou reminiscent of a vagabond?

Curious to which it whisks upon

Trapped now in desolate, forlorn"

Venti the wind sprite had always been curious, the single whisk of air that always goes the opposite way, hanging behind from his fellow currents to be distracted by a curious thing. So it was no surprise to anyone that he had gone lost once more in their rounds swaying but when he'd not return, long ago has his current passed the nation of Mond. Yet there was no way he can fly by his family of winds, for he finds himself trapped within the walls of a grazing storm that cages the stone walls of the city, of winds that he could not control nor agitate.

No matter how hard he tries the wind does not part, and so little Venti was stuck inside brooding skies and angry blasts. No mere sprite can go against the mighty strength of an archon.

So he resigns to his fate and wanders in this new place. Of a city wide and barren, why dare the Decarabian hide such dwelling? And even with the raging howls of the walls of wind, Venti couldn't help but wonder the silence it traps within.

A tiny ball of white in an expanse of gray. The thought scares the little sprite enough to make him scurry for the smallest bit of sound he can decipher. The loneliness creeps into his core—

And his little body bumps into that of a soft material. "Oh! Goodness, one should not run off without looking like that-" the figure turns and finds itself face to face with a floating blob, deep blue eyes wide and mouth hangs with wonder. Venti recognizes this creature in one of his endeavors as the wind, a human being, the true wanderers of Teyvat. Yet what is one doing trapped? "Such a peculiar being! What could you be?"

Yet it is not frightened by Venti's rarity, well, given he is not the most frightening wonder in this continent this was no surprise.

The sprite did not mind being found out. No, no, quite the opposite honestly, as he flies closer to the young boy and hides in his upturned hood. Nuzzling against the junction in his neck as he expresses gratitude in the company and presence of another in this desolate world.

The young boy chuckles and it reminds him of a song. "Perhaps you do not understand what I spoke?" The sprite shakes its head and the ticklish spot is tickled again. "Or do you not know how to speak?" A nod. And another giggle.

Without another word, the human slips back into the alleys of winding yet thin roads before making his way inside what looks to be a cathedral of tall composition. Glass windows of the same length tinted in kaleidoscopic patterns of color. There is a light in them you would usually bask in during the 'outside world', but in here it replicates that of an oasies in the deserts of Sumeru.

Underneath the artificial haze it beams a seeming spotlight at a figure clad in a dark ebony cloak. Venti felt the vibrations of an elated gasp as the human rushed over with a smile and frantic waving.

"My fair muse, how you've brighten my day, bestowing your presence tonight!"

The cloak tenses before immediately relaxing, the 'muse' he speaks of turns with its loose hood falling as it bundled around the shoulders, and Venti the sprite couldn't help but gasp too at the sight!

Fair is lacking, no words can describe the essence of bloom and beauty at the beholder as you stood there almost sparkling, hair catching the twinkle of light. Your plum lips caught itself smiling yet your eyes twinkled double the amusement at the sight of the human before you, "Gale." You murmured with an undertone of annoyance as you trudged over, flicking the boy's forehead so suddenly he'd voiced his hurt loudly. "Where have you been?! You've never been late to our daily rendezvous, you had me worried-!"

"Oh, such a cutie when you worry!" The young boy, Gale, cupped your cheeks in the middle of your spiel as he softly pats it with his fingers. Venti had never seen such creature change colors as fast as you, not even a chameleon, or an octopus in hiding. "I've simply found a new companion while I was out and about!"

As if a spotlight was caught unto him this time, your blown eyes wandered to the sprite floating by your company's neck. And oddly he'd found the attention appreciated.

"Who is this? An elf?"

"Venti!" There was a distant jingle of imaginary bells in his squeak of a voice.

"It/You can talk?!"

(Y/N) Lawrence.

Gale the Bard.

Venti the El- Wind Sprite.

Gale was a bard that resides in the cathedral of Mondstadt, homeless and without blood and kin, the nuns had took him in and lead their choir in turn for their hospitality.

You, on the other hand, lived with a clan of hunters that once ruled the mountains and forests. But with the emergence of the inescapable walls of wind, your family had been on the forefront of the protection of the citizens.

There were a lot of struggles in communication between you two and the lil sprite. He only knows his name and how to copy words (not so fluently) so questions had to be foregone, teaching the little one took priority. And Gale being the weaver of words took it upon himself to teach him frequently as you had your duties and family to go to.

Venti would sometimes disappear for a majority of the time and you'd figured he finally found a way to pass through the winds without shredding himself among the blades of current. And then he'd pop back in to listen to the merry tunes Gale had come up with, both of them waiting for your return.

"Ah Venti, is she not a beauty? The youngest daughter of Lawrence, as divine as that of incense. Oh tell me those dotted eyes could see it too!" The little sprite eagerly nods as he follows the bard's stride across the aisles in the holy cathedral, once again barren of other souls except for them. Whenever his human friend finds time to muse, it would be most about the maiden he fancies, the muse of most of his songs. Venti had been captured by his delicate tunes and savory lines to the point that he too had been overly enticed by your grace when your presence shines.

Your strength, your smile, your laugh, your hair. Your gait, your poise, your eyes, your glare. You had caught their stares dozens of times in silence before and it was always up to you to put them back to present time.

Venti simply basked in your warming aura and indulges himself outwardly, often you'd find him dozing off on the crown of your head. And often times you'd find a little pout on Gale at such a sight that you had no choice but to tease. In those moments, the wind sprite knew he had come out triumphant.

The cathedral doors open as quickly as they had closed, your windswept and frantic form appearing from the storm outside. The two boys in your life immediately lit up on your appearance but you'd know most of it was directed at the numerous scrolls and books you currently cradle in your shivering arms.

You offered them a grin, one of victory, and you'd all cheered at your success.

Soon, your merry trio made its way to the second floor of the cathedral in front of a faraway hallway that looks over the vast floor of the first yet still had the glow from the looming illuminated glass windows. Beholden in front of you are illustrations of a world beyond, filled with colors and shine, a world you had only imagined from stories now pictured perfectly.

Venti would hover over the illustrations at random intervals and giddily point at some of those he recognized, squeaking incoherent noises yet reflecting happiness and familiarity. While you fancied with indulging the sprite in his incomprehensible stories, Gale sat beside you with adoring yet distant eyes upon the images laid before him. Looking through them, and projecting himself in such a world. The books of the outside world you'd stolen from your clan's sacred libraries will be the start of a spark of desire to be free. And with it the start of a new era.

"The true sky, and songs that cageless soar...

Were they not wishes worth fighting for?"

Long had you gone and abandoned your stolen goods for them to admire more, at least until the day your clan finally realized the missing materials in the vast expanse of the bookshelves they own. There was more to marvel at yet you feared if you linger longer, your sister would look for you and find your little crime all too soon.

Venti quietly watches the familiar illustration of a beach littered with creatures of the sea on its glittering sand before he'd lift his tiny head up, witnessing the intense stare his bard friend had on the scroll where lies an overgrown tree and a stone structure. The sprite noted he had not seen this one.

"How marvelous it would be, to celebrate the most joyous moments under this tree," Gale mumbled in a quiet lilt of longing in his voice, "Imagine (Y/N) and I, with you by my side, as I finally pluck the courage to get down on one knee." Venti bumbled in slight jealousy, buzzing in front of the bard that could only cast a laugh. "Oh hush, dear friend, is it not appropriate to take an arrow to the knee for an archer such as she?"

Yet even with his desire to be by your side, the little sprite knew that he would be there to support his friend for the happiness you two deserved. In a land where you are free. Still, Venti hopes his cuteness would be enough to prolong you just a little bit more.

Drunk in passion and dreams, the next day the bard was scheming. And when you'd come to his cathedral of a home, he finally poured out his plans to you with a Venti quipping with cheers on the side.

The Mondstadtian had predicted your hesitance, even your disapproval on the notion, and were ready to chip in to persuade you once more— yet you gave in. Immediately. The same fire burned in your eyes at the thought of being unshackled and caged from the world begging to be explored. Your sentiments together with the bard fueled the desire between you three, and through the brainpower of a trio of young minds, you had drawn your plans.

Gale aided by Venti would try and coerce with the Ragnvindr clan's leader, and you would work on convincing your eldest sister Amos for the help needed to coerce the whole Lawrence bloodline into the battle. You knew there was an undeniable hatred within her against Decarabian and you wanted her to fuel that fire once and for all, for one great cause.

And soon enough, the strings of fate had come into play, and the one who shall record this momentous history has taken its seat by the balcony of war. Only the last piece of the puzzle is left in this grandoise play—

"Gale, Venti, are you sure this is the right direction to the hideout? We're taking a route longer than usual, surely you're not making last minute pranks..."

Your bow smacks at your back as you made your way inside the dark closet. It was two cycles before the fated ambush would come and in your nerves you had not realized how amiss things had been for the others. You were more than ready even if your fingers were to tremble everytime it holds your bow and arrow, predictions of the war that shall come floats within the expanse of your mind.

In your limited vision, your bard friend and sprite shared a look that did not pass by you. The tension had only caused you to gulp in your nervousness, were you found out? Did the participants of the revolt suddenly back down? "There has been a change of plans, but worry not for history still pans. My Muse, it is best you stay to assure you will not be caught in the storm's disarray-"

A hand flew across the bard's pristine white skin and his dark ocean hues could not help but widen. Is he... telling you to not participate in the war?! What kind of— a sob left through your gritted teeth despite your best efforts, and you're not sure who was more broken between your friends upon the sight. "How could you, even think- Gale, you carry no arms but a lyre! And Venti still has no means to go against the Archon that controls the winds! What kind of absurd idea is this?!" In the middle of your rage, your friends had already wrapped you in their sentimental hug, expressing their own misery with free-flowing tears." I'm supposed to protect you... t-the three of us were supposed to lead the path of freedom..."

"You've always protected us, (Y/N). Now would be the best time... to return the favor," and as your friend stepped back to give a parting smile, your whole world suddenly engulfed in black as the door shut with a slam and a final lock.

"Gale! Venti! No, please no! Let me out! Don't do this, PLEASE!"

"Please hear us out, our dear (Y/N)," Gale leaned his forehead against the thick door that separates you two, shedding the last bit of tears he could muster before the end of an era. The desperation in your every bang against it, breaks apart a hole in his own heart, "For your own good, and your own future."

When Gale described love to the little Venti, the latter was certain that he felt the same way for you. Yet the human ever so jokingly laughed at how he was still too young to fully understand the implications of such words. But he desired just as much to protect you, to be by your side, and to see your smile. But the human was right for he did not truly understand the reasons WHY he felt like so...

So he asked instead, dear friend Gale of Tales, why have you come to cherish this human in devotion? And quite so the other was happy to indulge!

"It starts with young Mondstadt when the walls were young and the people still knew the tales and what they sang. I was a poor little bard with a broken lyre, when living alone was nothing but dire.

Without a home, without a bed, I was ready to starve to death. But an angel clad in white suddenly lead me to bright light. My muse had brought to me a cathedral, yes the one we are in now! And since then I've lived a proper choir life, always wondering how...

just how things would be without (Y/N), my angel? Continuing to live in the dark alleys, would I have been able? Even now I have yet to repay her act of kindness. But one day, for sure... " Perhaps, this act the young boy now follows, was the payment he had been waiting for.

How long you had stayed there, you had no clue but by the sounds of war cries and clashing steel had told you enough. You'd been there for too long.

Blessed with some luck that a crowbar had found its way in this janitor closet in a cathedral no less, you had immediately set out to join the battle: beyond the holy doors flames had lit up from the torches the revolt has carried, many bodies lay by the stone grounds of the city, some moving and struggling while some... you spare them not a second thought as you rushed past the stone pillars to where the heat of the war should be. If the battle plan had gone as it should then—

A hand gripped your arm with such force it had you cry out before you even registered you were being slammed to the floor. A shadow of a knight that serves the God of Storm looms over you with a glare blazing past his helmet. "You're one of them, I recognize that face! You're not winning today-" yet another blade suddenly pierced through his chest, and your shirt had been splattered when it was pulled. The now lifeless body falls past you and another replaces him.

"Sir Ragnvindr!" The knight shared the same shock and relief you wore before it steeled, immediately pulling you up and away from the on-going exchanges of blows. "Everyone- how's the war looking?"

"Men had fallen from the green-tipped arrows, but we are making progress," the redhead gestured to the tower where the greatest enemy lies, taking note of the cracks and crumbling structure, a sign of his coming doom. A very good sign. "Amos took it upon herself to climb the tower-"

"What?! That's beyond the plan, she- she could get herself killed!" You brought your own bow from your back at the mention of your sister archer, bringing the strings back with an arrow at the ready, your intention clear. The redhead had shown a glint of worry but his gaze had been resolved once again at the hope of freedom, and he leaves you to your chase as he fends off the guards that dare go after you.

You expertly evaded blows and parried kicks with your bow and arrow, yet no sign of the heads of the resistance had caught your sight. The longer you climbed, the more you feared for the worst. By 2/3 of the tower you had scaled you managed to poke your head out to see the scale of war. Of red and orange floated below as the razor winds felt more violent than it had been ever since you had been born within its impenetrable walls, even from this distance high up you could still hear the clash, the warmongers held up in the central square where all battles now takes place.

And within that chaos you managed to single out a lump of black and a dot of floating white. Miraculously, your scream had reached their faraway ears and looked up, just in time to see your aerial shots of support.

"(Y/N)?! What is she-!" His words had been cut with an arrow wheezed past his head to bring down a foe that had sneaked behind him. Right, battle. Many of the immediate threats had been neutralized and the resistance had found the upper ground thanks to the archer's barrage. "How-how is she up there!"

Another body had fallen next to him with a cut on its back, a certain knight rushing past him to hit another. "Watch your back, bard! Now's not the time to monologue, she's going to backup Amos."

You were too far to hear the horrified gasp and the fearful expression your two faithful friends adorned. But the ground you were on began to shake, and you know you had to go on. "Venti! Gale! Focus, I'll be there with you two soon!" You screamed at the top of your lungs in hopes that it will reach them before continuing your ascent to the most treacherous area you had to be in—

You barelled towards the woman with silver hair with a pace you've never seen and a strength you'd never thought you carried, exchanging the shot you felt lodge into your left side as you sent one right through the guard's neck. You fell on your bottom and clutched the wounded area, but kept it there, if not to make sure the blood does not pour if you were to take it out.

"Sister!" The familiar voice cradled you as gently as she could with a fear-stricken face. But you assured her that it had not hit anything major, the way her worry didn't dissipate seem to hide a kind of anguish she couldn't name. "We must get you to safety, the clerics- the clerics could-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you grunted as you pried yourself out of her grasp to prove your point, still able to keep your stance. You see Amos struggle from fatigue yet about to bite back, "We're so close, sister, any moment we linger is another body on the list of deaths." Painfully she'd bitten on her own tongue, finally relenting as you ascended the last few steps.

Normal arrows are nothing but toothpicks against the mighty God of Storms, the Anemo Archon, who easily flicked your futile attempts to graze him. And yet Decarabian was losing power just from fighting off not only your barrages but those even from below. His walls were thinning and his heart crumbles, from the thought of his once devoted followers turning back on him.

With one last strength the Lawrences gathered every piece of energy and power they could into their shot, and Decarabian looked at them with tired eyes and a raised hand. "Finally, I shall hold his gaze." The voice next to you spoke before your charged shot, swirling with beaming light flew past the sharp gale of wind and pierced through the God's core. Your ears had picked up on a violent crack before you were hit by the razor breeze upon the dying breath of the archon, sending you and Amos off the crumbling tower to free fall to your deaths.

In the edge of your peripherals the bleak gray walls of storms dissolved into rays of natural light, giving way to a hue of blue you had never seen before. As the wind wheezed past your ears, you smiled at the face of death—

When a jingle of little bells suddenly slowed your descension, and you were softly met with the hard floor on your back. With tired eyes you'd found yourself next to the pioneers of freedom, conscious and unconscious. You had felt Venti nudge your hand to those of another's limp ones, soft palms yet calloused fingers, you intertwined your hands with that of the bard's.

"We did it, we finally... did it..." A pulling force drains the consciousness from your mind and body in laboured breaths, and despite your protests to keep staring at the beautiful sight of the true sky, your eyelids were pulled shut by an unknown exhaustion.

Past their closed state, a flash of light was the last thing you had thought. Bruised and beaten, your warm hand did not register how the ones you clung to... did not squeeze back.

...

The next time (e/c) orbs flew open their eyes the world felt that of a lucid dream, with silk of the cleanest white donned their body, and the softest breeze of a sweet flower you had not smelt passes by you. Teal orbs looked down at you with a gentleness you've felt from the artificial light from the cathedral. Speaking of- your eyes unfocused shifted its gaze to the light blue skies.

"You're... awake." Your bard friend breathed out in disbelief and another emotion your brain can't quite place. The cotton of clouds float above in painted beauty, and you had pried your sight away from it almost painfully just to spare your companion a look.

"It's..." your throat grated and ached at the attempt, coming out so weak and breathless, "It's very beautiful... out here, free... Have- have you gone to explore?" Your face twisted in numbing pain from talking, and the bard started to quiver yet stood strong with a smile.

"I had, it's - it's just like how we imagined, even better than we've taken for granted," wet spots adorned your cheeks in short successions, you couldn't help but smile. "I only wish you were there to see it first hand, the flowers, the sunsets, the land-"

"Yet I fell asleep," you laughed in mirth yet there was no sound that escaped. The grip around you tightens as you loll your head to the side; there lays a new city kissed by the huge orb of light in the blue veil of a sky, lush green grass of health you've never seen before shone with a moistness on it, and around its glory lays a beauty of a moat that mirrors the one above. Beautiful, you whispered under your long-awaited breathe.

"The people of Mond had done their best to rebuild, for the promise of freedom they had not wilt," a hand on your cheek, flawless, urged your gaze once more to lay upon the bard. "We've devised a festival to celebrate named Ludi Harpastum. Tell me... my muse, will you accompany me in this new custom?"

A new breeze had lulled you in your ears once again to sleep, and a flash of fear had passed over your companion's features before it dissipated when you opened your eyes once more. A festival, you haven't heard that in years, "I would love to. But maybe... tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow."

"Mhm, I feel tired... the sun invites me to sleep, will you wait for me tomorrow?"

"T-Tomorrow."

"Good." Your eyes were covered by darkness again as you felt a pressure against your forehead. "It's... a date..." And your tired heart finally found peace, after battling for 15 days restlessly, desperately.

Venti picked you up from where you laid on his lap, setting you down on the grass bed besides the giant roots of the Windrise tree. Nearest your left, a stone plate carved with words you never dare see lies next to you. And for the first time in fifteen days, a God cries again.

¹The green-tipped arrows were coated with poison.

²Reader's bow is designed after the Raven's Bow.

³Gale is not the bard's official name but was used to avoid too many confusion.

⁴This had a different, more painful and hatred alternate ending where you hated Venti for taking Gale's form, but I changed it so I could rest my own heart.

*in honor of your contribution to Mondstadt's freedom, the maiden who throws the Harpastum is made for your grace.

@boxofteenageideas @creation-magician @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47

[wondernimbus]

excuses — fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

prompt: reader is dared to kiss a certain redhead. 

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

She sighs, clenches her fists, and steels herself for the inevitable and incredibly humiliating moment that is about to unfold in five, four, three, two, one—

Standing on her tiptoes, [Y/N] puts her hands on his shoulders and plants a kiss on his cheek as fast as humanly possible. As soon as she does, she pulls back, fast as lightning, and hurriedly explains herself. "It was a dare—I was dared, no, wait—blackmailed to do this and I didn't wanna risk it so—I know what you're thinking, Fred, and I don't like you. I mean. Not in that way. And I'm not a pervert either," she adds as an afterthought, finding herself breathless as she takes a step back and clears her throat awkwardly.

For a moment, Fred Weasley looks just as surprised at herself as she does. And then he starts laughing, which makes [Y/N] feel ten times more embarrassed than she already is. Although she can't see herself, she is still very much aware of the fact that her cheeks have turned a bright shade of red—perhaps almost as red as Fred's hair.

Just so she doesn't have to stand there awkwardly, she forces out a few timid laughs. Fred grins at her. "I'm sorry, [Y/N/N], but that's a very poor excuse," he says, and though his tone is teasing, there's still that underlying tone of you like me, don't you? Or maybe [Y/N] is just imagining it. Is she, though?

She bloody hates having crushes.

She rushes to defend herself—albeit not doing a very good job at it. "No—" she sputters out, feeling ridiculously helpless as she catches the eye of none other than Ginny Weasley, who is standing a mere few feet away looking severely amused. [Y/N] sends her a death look that she hopes to Merlin sends the message across: "I'm never forgiving you for this."

And forgive Ginny she will not. It's at times like these that she horribly regrets ever telling Ginny about her little crush on her older brother. Ever since [Y/N] had told her a month ago, Ginny hadn't stopped teasing her every chance she could get. This morning, it seemed that the evil side of her well and truly came out as she threatened to tell Fred about her crush if she didn't kiss him on the cheek. (Downright evil.)

Not willing to risk it, [Y/N] had decided that a tiny kiss on the cheek was slightly more doable than having to admit to the fact that she liked him. Him being Fred Weasley: the tall, ridiculously attractive redhead in her year who she only started talking to last year when she'd befriended his younger sister, Ginny. Ginny had introduced Fred and George to her briefly, and ever since then she'd developed a friendship with them. She wasn't extremely close with the twins—their friend groups were drastically different—but they were friends: she'd wave to them when she passed by them in the hallway, they'd tease her about random things whenever they felt like being annoying, and sometimes she'd even help them come up with prank ideas.

But while she'd become good friends with both Fred and George, there had always something about Fred that attracted her in a way that didn't seem to fit the "friends" spectrum. Sure, he and George were quite literally identical, but Fred just felt—different. She'd feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he'd sneak up on her and tug on her braid, singing "[Y/N]!" into her ear, after which she'd raise her eyebrows at him and go "How can I help you?" Or when he found out that she loved strawberries and made it a habit to take her strawberry-flavored food whenever he snuck down to the kitchens. Fred was something else; something that made her feel like a blushing, giggly little girl. Made her feel unlike herself.

And so here she is, a few moments after making an absolute fool out of herself, trying to explain to him that "No, listen to me, Fred, I was literally blackmailed. Now excuse me while I cleanse my lips ferociously."

She turns on her heel and speed-walks away, refusing to look back. She doesn't even wait to see if Ginny has caught up with her—what's important right now is getting away from Fred. And perhaps never showing him her face again. Because if he hadn't known back then that she'd liked him, then he certainly does now.

—

"He knows, Ginny," [Y/N] moans, burying her head into a cushion as she flops down onto the couch. "He knows."

The Gryffindor common room is empty save for her, Ginny, and a bunch of quiet first years doing their homework in the corner. It's raining outside, and if she wasn't so busy wallowing in her own self-pity, she'd be basking in the peaceful sounds the rain was making against the window.

"No, he does not," says Ginny matter-of-factly, perching herself on the arm of the couch with her arms crossed. "I can assure you that Fred is just about the most oblivious person ever. I'd know—I'm his sister."

"You heard him," she moans again, her voice muffled underneath the couch cushion she's practically stuffed her face into. "He said it was a bad excuse to kiss him—oh God, he knooooows."

The group of first years turns their heads to stare at her, looking genuinely concerned.

Ginny rolls her eyes and shoots [Y/N] a reprimanding look, which she is completely oblivious to due to the fact that she has her face buried in a couch cushion. "Even if he has noticed that you fancied him—"

"He has—"

"—then good! I've told you this a hundred times already but I will tell you again just in case this time I'm able to get it through your skull: he fancies you too. Maybe even more than you fancy him."

"Sure," she mutters, prying the cushion away from her face to stare into the fireplace and contemplate throwing herself in it. "Your brother doesn't find girls like me attractive. He likes sporty girls—girls like, I don't know, Angelina Johnson—"

"Like you're not sporty," Ginny pokes her leg. "You're on the bloody Quidditch team."

"Yeah, as a reserve!" she throws her hands in the air, sitting up properly. "Point is, I'm not his type. Have you seen the girls he's dated?"

"Girl," says Ginny. "Just one."

"Whatever. She is gorgeous—"

"But he didn't fancy her. She was obsessed with George, George didn't like her—"

"And so Fred pretended to be George for two months."

Ginny giggles. "Exactly. George literally paid him, [Y/N]. Which means Fred never liked that girl—he was paid six galleons and two knuts to date her."

She scrunches her nose, an involuntary pout settling on her face. "That doesn't prove anything," she says sullenly. "Doesn't fix anything, either—he still knows I like him. And he doesn't like me back."

Ginny looks like she wants to smack her in the face. "You are completely mistaken, [Y/N]," and then, just to get the point across, "Completely."

"Am not," she flops back down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling whilst looking utterly crestfallen. It only takes her a few seconds of silence before she starts up again: "He knoooooooooooows."

—

[Y/N] trudges into the Great Hall the next morning with Ginny walking next to her, constantly throwing her reprimanding looks every now and then as though to warn her not to start moaning "he knows" again. Weirdly enough, she doesn't look anything at all like she spent the entire night moping over Fred Weasley; to anyone's eye, she looks as cool and composed as she usually does. She's done her hair, concealed the bags under her eyes with a bit of make-up, and she's ready for a normal school day.

Except on the inside, she is in shambles. Seriously—shambles. She's been mentally whacking herself upside the head since last night; why did she have to look so flustered after kissing him? She could have played it off better and pretended it wasn't a big deal.. she could have pretended she was under the Imperius Curse..

[Y/N] and Ginny sit down at the Gryffindor table. Fred and George are nowhere to be seen—thank Merlin. Maybe luck is on her side today and the twins have decided to skip breakfast. Or maybe Fred just doesn't want to be in her presence after she kissed him yesterday. "Totally uncalled for," she imagines him telling George. "D'you think she's gone bonkers? Bloody pervert."

There's a hand waving in her face. She blinks once, then twice. Ginny drops her hand back down to her side and shakes her head at her. "Are you still thinking about Fred?"

"No," she snorts. Ah, the liar she is today. Ginny makes a face like "sure" and [Y/N] regrets ever letting Ginny get to know her well.

Breakfast in the Great Hall goes about as it usually does, except [Y/N] is a lot more preoccupied with her thoughts and Ginny has to tap her on the shoulder a few times during their conversation to ensure that she was paying attention. When Ginny pokes her for the seventh time, she sets her toast down on her plate and says: "Okay. You know what—forget it," she slams her palms down on the table, startling the two fourth-years sitting across from them.

"It's not a big deal. Alright, I was being daft and I kissed him and may have potentially revealed the fact that I fancy him—so what?"

Ginny raises her eyebrows, obviously surprised at the sudden turn of events.

[Y/N] keeps going, talking more to herself than anyone else. "Even if he does know, so what? I'll get over him even though he is just about the only boy I find attractive in this sch—"

Someone tugs on her braid from behind. "[Y/N/N]," a familiar voice sings. "Get up, I have something to tell you."

The world doesn't just hate her—it despises her. She realizes it at this moment.

As much as she wants to dive under the table and pretend like a certain redhead isn't standing behind her, she knows that she can't avoid him forever. So she steels herself, turns around in her seat, and flicks her eyebrows up at Fred out of routine.

"How can I help you?" she asks, and for the most part, her voice is level. She hopes to Merlin that the warmth spreading across her cheeks doesn't show.

"I've got something to tell you, I said," Fred tugs on her braid again. She pulls a face at him; he grins down at her. "Come on, then. Get up. Up, up."

She rolls her eyes and meets Ginny's gaze—she's wearing an all-knowing grin on her face. Shaking her head, [Y/N] swings her legs over the bench and rises from her seat. Even standing upright, Fred towers above her by a good few inches. He's smiling, and George is standing behind him, wearing a suspiciously wide grin on his face.

"Don't mind me," titters George, taking [Y/N]'s previous seat next to Ginny and swiftly snatching her buttered toast. ("Hey, that's mine!" says Ginny, outraged) "Listen to what Freddy has to say. Very important. Oh, yes."

She narrows her eyes at George, then at Fred, who shifts a little on his feet. "Have you come to confess your undying love for me?" she says jokingly, ignoring the sheer panic swelling in her chest. You're okay, she tell herself. Just fine. Just keep up the familiar, friendly banter—act the way you always do—you'll be fine—

Fred tilts his head to the side, feigning a look of contemplation. "Something like that," he decides, a whimsical smile on his lips. [Y/N] raises her eyebrows at him, ignoring the storm of butterflies flitting around inside her stomach.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Fred's grin, if possible, widens. He shrugs one shoulder, then says in the same casual tone one would use when talking about the weather, "How would you feel if I kissed you, [Y/N/N]?"

Her mouth falls open in surprise.

"If you what now?" Did she hear that right?

Fred grins. She stares at him, searching his eyes—"This is a prank, isn't it?"

A part of her almost wants him to say yes, that's he's just pulling her leg and this is a ridiculous joke he and George came up with just for the laughs. But he bunches his lips up to one side and shakes his head. "Nope," Fred replies nonchalantly, and then his lips droop down a little as a touch of somberness sneaks its way onto his face. "Would you like it to be?"

She opens her mouth to reply, but no words come out. She is—although this is a severe understatement—stunned. She has to be dreaming—there is no way this is real life and she's standing in front of bloody Fred Weasley, who has just now basically asked if he could kiss her.

This is not real life. There is absolutely no way.

But the way her heart is pounding wildly in her chest feels too real.

"You see," Fred begins, once more grinning craftily, "I wanted to ask for your permission first. Didn't wanna come up to you and steal a kiss out of nowhere like they do in those Muggle movies—like a certain someone did to me yesterday."

He gives her a look full of meaning. She purses her lips, warmth quickly spreading across her cheeks as she scratches the back of her neck sheepishly. "I already apologized," she says, averting her gaze. "And I already told you I was blackmailed into doing it.. and besides, it was just a kiss on the cheek!" she adds hastily, sounding a little more defensive than she'd been intending. "It could have been worse.. it could have been on your.." she trails off, a rather prominent pink blush settling on her cheeks.

There's a fond little smile on Fred's lips as he listens to her—one that she doesn't quite notice because she's too busy drowning in embarrassment. "Anyways, I'm sorry," she mutters guiltily, raising her eyes to look at him again.

Fred shakes his head, patting her on the shoulder. At this, it's her turn to send him a look of feigned irritation. He beams back at her. "There's really nothing you should be apologizing for, [Y/N/N]," he reassures her breezily. "That kiss was quite enjoyable—although I have to say I am a little offended that you had to be blackmailed into kissing me instead of doing it because you wanted to."

She stares at him, eyebrows raised as she fights to maintain a neutral expression. Meanwhile, the gears in her brain struggle to figure out where exactly he's going with this. Is he saying what she thinks he's saying—that he actually liked that she'd kissed him?

"You still haven't answered my question, [Y/N/N]," Fred reminds her, wagging an annoying little finger in her face. She keeps her eyes on his, trying to read him. Behind the mischief glinting in his eyes, she thinks she can see a bit of sincerity—cautiousness, as though he's willing to back off if she wants him to.

She purses her lips, a whole tornado of emotions unfurling in her chest. "I mean," she says slowly, chewing on the inside of her mouth as she ponders a response. She can almost hear Ginny screaming "Kiss him!" inside her head, but her voice is drowned out by logical thinking. She doesn't want to seem too eager, and besides, just because he asked her how she'd feel if he were to kiss her doesn't mean that he will, necessarily—

"I wouldn't be totally opposed to it," she admits finally, her fists clenching beside her as she averts her gaze to look at anything but the ridiculously attractive redhead in front of her—goddamn it, Fred Weasley. Unable to help herself she glances at him; his lips have curled into a small smile, one that grows when she meets his eyes. Flushing, she huffs, "Well, you asked—"

Out of nowhere, he swoops in and lands a brief kiss on her cheek.

Someone—Ginny or George or both of them—squeals from behind her.

She blinks, momentarily startled as her brain struggles to register what the bloody hell just happened. Her mouth has fallen open slightly, and she blinks again, swallowing as she tries to make sense of the situation. Fred, meanwhile, has the audacity to actually look sheepish. He ducks his head in an attempt to conceal the faint red blush that dusts his cheeks, clearing his throat before letting out a laugh that was meant to sound flippant.

"Still not opposed?" he asks, arching his eyebrows. There's a goofy little smile on his face, and the exhilaration in his tone of voice does little to hide his giddiness, but at the same time the way his eyes dart over [Y/N]'s face searchingly—trying to deduct how she feels about the events that just unfolded—shows his slight uncertainty.

And how does she feel?

She lets out a long breath that she hadn't realized she was holding, trying to calm the butterflies—no, scratch that—the entire bloody zoo that has been unleashed inside her stomach. And then, because she's lost all ability to form words, she lets out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as she looks down at the ground.

"Well?" Fred prompts expectantly, leaning a little towards her anxiously. "Don't leave me hanging here, [Y/N]."

She presses her lips in an attempt to conceal the jubilant smile that tugs at them as she raises her head to look up at Fred. Urged on by the giddy feeling swelling inside her chest, she juts her bottom lip out, feigning a look of thoughtfulness as she pretends to ponder over it. And then, shrugging, she grins at him, eyes twinkling—"That wasn't all that bad."

The uneasy, expectant look on Fred's face is quickly replaced by one of relief. He exhales, tense shoulders relaxing as he grins right back at her, the same bright, mischievous glint in his eyes. "How would you feel about another one?" Fred suggests, tone hopeful as he takes a tentative step closer.

[Y/N] fights to keep on a stoic expression as she shrugs. "Wouldn't hurt, would it?"

George and Ginny break out into a chorus of squeals as Fred leans in for a second time.

read pt. 2 here!

[octbrsaturn]

REPENT - ARVIN RUSSELL PART 4

a/n: hello :) part four is finally up! this chapter is definitely not the best i’ve written, but y’all deserve something. thank you for being so patient with me! i hope you enjoy

warnings: creepy bosses, creepy pastors

GIF USED DOES NOT BELONG TO ME !!!

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The week went by quickly. It became a normal schedule -- Y/N had cheer practice until three o'clock, Arvin would pick her up then and take her straight to work. Recently, Ralph had been making Y/N work longer hours, which meant that she'd have to stay at work until eight or nine instead of seven. Then, Arvin would either drive to either her house or his house, let her take a shower, and fall asleep.

Y/N was exhausted. It was pretty obvious. She barely spoke (besides something small like 'mhm' or 'uh-huh'), she barely ate, and her grades were starting to slip.

Arvin looked over at Y/N, who's eyes were closed with her head leaning against the window. Arvin tried his hardest not to hit any bumps on the way to the diner, but every few minutes, he'd accidentally run over a pothole and cause Y/N's eyes to softly flutter open.

"Sorry," Arvin muttered quietly, glancing at his girl. He felt so terrible for her, wishing she didn’t have to work this hard. He wanted to walk into that damned diner, tell her weird boss that Y/N quit, and drive somewhere far away. But he knew that this was not a possibility, and that only made him feel worse.

"S'okay," Y/N whispered, keeping her eyes open as she realized that Arvin was getting closer to the diner. She sighed, wishing she could have just five more minutes to rest.

Arvin came to a stop at the diner as he usually did. Once he put the car in park, he looked at Y/N. "We're here."

Y/N nodded and sat up. A yawn came up in her throat, but she pushed it back down. She knew yawning would only make her feel more tired. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Arvin replied. His heart broke for Y/N. "Don't work yourself too hard, okay? I'll be here at eight-thirty. Promise.”

Y/N scoffed. "I'll try." She leaned forward and kissed Arvin's lips. She turned to get out, but before she could, Arvin grabbed her wrist. Y/N turned back to Arvin, her tired eyes focused on his.

Arvin sighed, feeling worse and worse for the girl. "I love you,"

Y/N gave the boy a soft smile. "I love you too."

Of course, Y/N's day was by far the hardest. Every customer she had was rude to her, she barely got any tips, and Ralph still had her scrubbing on that same damn grease spot that Y/N was pretty sure had been there for years.

Thankfully, it was Friday. Y/N could finish up her work, Arvin would pick her up, and they would spend the whole weekend together. That was currently the only thing keeping Y/N going, the thought of taking the weekend off without work or school and just being with Arvin and Lenora.

Another thing that made Y/N hopeful was that she'd finally made contact with her dad. She'd called him from the diner phone during her break about three times before he finally answered, with a gruff, "Hello."

"Dad?" Y/N almost whispered, just realizing how long it'd been without hearing her father's voice. When William Lewis didn't reply, Y/N continued, her voice shaking slightly. "Everything alright?"

William sighed. "Everything's alright, baby. I'm just sittin' 'round, writin' a few words."

This made Y/N's heart light up slightly. "You're writin'?"

"Oh, yeah," William answered, the joy that Y/N used to hear in his voice as a kid starting to come back. "I've written a few pages. It's not as fast as I used to be able to, but I'm getting there."

Y/N felt her mouth turn up into a smile. "That's alright, daddy. Better than nothin'."

"You've got that right, baby."

Y/N was silent for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. Maybe her dad was finally out of the rut that he'd been in for years. For so long, her father had kept himself in his room, barely eating, barely talking, and refusing to write. When Marie died, he'd tried so hard to come off as 'strong' and 'collected', but the refusal to talk about his feelings eventually sent him into a depressed state. He'd refuse to talk to anyone, even Y/N, and he wouldn't even consider looking at a type-writer.

But now it seemed like maybe he was finally out of it.

"I'm gonna be spendin' the night with the Russells tonight," Y/N said softly.

"Sounds good to me, baby," William answered. "Be good for Ms. Russell, ya hear?"

"Of course," Y/N almost laughed. She just couldn't contain how happy she was that she was finally getting her father back. "I'll see you later. Love you."

"I love you too," William replied before hanging up the phone.

The rest of the night seemed to go differently for Y/N. The customers seemed nicer (though they were still considered rude, they didn't call her racially motivated names as much as they used to), Ralph mostly left her alone (of course besides the lewd stares at her legs and chest, but Y/N was used to that it this point), and the night seemed to go by much faster.

Eventually, eight-thirty rolled around. Y/N looked out to see Arvin's baby blue Bel-Air pulled up, the wind-shield wipers violently running back and forth against the wind-shield. Y/N made her way to the back of the diner and took off her apron. That feeling was definitely one of the best ones -- taking off her apron and hanging it up. Soon, she'd be able to take off her stupid blue waitress dress and her stupid hat and her stupid shoes and change into more comfortable clothes. Soon she'd get to stay up all night talking with Lenora and Arvin until she fell asleep and not have to wake up early the next day.

"Headin' out, Y/N?" A gruff voice asked as Y/N put away her apron. Y/N recognized the voice immediately. She felt her heart drop into her stomach.

"Oh, yes sir, Mr. Alby," Y/N replied, smiling at her boss but already starting to feel uncomfortable. The advances that he'd been making recently were starting to get worse. It started with the weird looks -- glancing at Y/N's chest whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Looking at her legs as she sat down or stood up. Then it moved onto a more physical approach -- touching her shoulder whenever he spoke with her. Kissing her cheek randomly. Unnecessarily grabbing onto her waist as he walked by. Each and every advance made Y/N more uncomfortable than the last. But she needed this job. She didn't know of anyone else who would give her a chance like this.

So Y/N just had to deal with it.

Unfortunately, this meant a lot of weird hugs from her boss. 

Ralph nodded. “Well, have a good weekend. I’ll see you on Monday, right?”

Y/N smiled. “Yes sir.”

She watched as Ralph’s arms opened, knowing this meant he wanted another one of his weird hugs that Y/N despised giving. Y/N stepped closer, loosely wrapping her arms around Ralph’s shoulders for an uncomfortable hug.

After a second, she could feel Ralph's hand starting to slide down her back, getting closer and closer to somewhere that she definitely did not want his hand to be. Y/N felt herself start to pull away from the hug, but Ralph's grip on her wouldn't loosen. Y/N's heart began to beat harder as she tried to push herself away. But Ralph was relentless. His hand was now just getting to the small of her back, and only gripping harder as his hands almost reached their destination.

But before he could get there, Y/N heard the familiar ding of the door opening. Y/N looked through the small window the opened into the diner and saw Arvin standing there, wet from the rain. His dark gray shirt was almost black now from the heavy rain. His hair was curlier than usual and dripped water onto the floor. Y/N could see Arvin looking around, probably wondering where Y/N was.

Ralph looked over to see who had walked in, distracted for just a moment. Y/N pulled away from her boss and walked towards the front of the diner, giving him one last 'goodbye' and going to Arvin. She strutted towards Arvin, watching as his face lit up at the sight of her.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked, grabbing onto Arvin's hand and pulling him out of the diner. The two jogged towards the car, trying to stay as dry as possible. Arvin opened the passenger's side door for Y/N and waited for her to climb in.

A part of Y/N was happy that her boyfriend came in and practically saved her from her boss, but the other side was nervous. All of those white people eating their food just witnessed a colored girl and a white boy holding hands and leaving a diner together. Things like that tended to make them nervous, and when they were nervous, they tend to make assumptions. And a lot of the time, assumptions get someone killed. Sure, it was none of their business, but that's never stopped anyone before.

"I got worried," Arvin explained, shutting the door and jogging to the other side. He got in and slammed the door shut beside him. "You were takin' longer than usual."

"Sorry," Y/N apologized. "My boss was talkin' to me."

"It's alright," Arvin began driving to his house. "Just makin' sure."

Back at the Russell house, Arvin pulled up as close to the house as he could, since the rain hadn't let up for even a second. He and Y/N opened their doors, laughing lightly as they ran straight to the house and onto the porch. Before Y/N could open the door, Arvin grabbed onto her wrist to stop her. "Hold on just a second."

Y/N turned with a confused look. "Everything alright?"

"I just," Arvin sighed, his grip not faltering from Y/N's wrist. Y/N waited patiently for Arvin to continue. She knew how hard it was for him to speak his feelings.

Arvin stuck his tongue out between his lips, wetting them slightly. He needed a cigarette.

"I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you," Arvin said slowly, looking right into Y/N's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, moving her hand from Arvin's hold, but quickly taking his hand in hers instead. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand.

"I'm just proud of you. For gettin' a job, holdin' your own. And for still doin' great in school and being on the cheerleadin' team. I know workin' at that diner ain't the most fun job in the world, and I can see how tired you've been. But I'm still proud of you." Arvin shrugged. "That's all."

Y/N felt as if her heart both rose and sank.

Y/N did hate her job. She hated the customers, she hated (most) of her coworkers, she hated her boss. She hated taking orders and taking their food out. She hated having piping hot coffee "accidentally" spilled on her nearly every day. She wanted so badly to just quit and pray that maybe a different, better run diner would hire her.

But now she couldn't. Not when Arvin just told her how proud he was of her for not giving up.

Y/N smiled up at her boyfriend, thanking him. He nodded and bent down, moving his hand to the back of Y/N's head and gently kissing her forehead. Next, he leaned closer and kissed her lips softly. Arvin loved the feeling of Y/N’s lips. They were always so soft. He loved the way Y/N’s hand would always grab onto his waist to hold onto, almost like if she didn’t grab onto him she would fall over. Like he was the only person that could hold her up. Kissing Y/N had to be one of Arvin’s favorite things. 

After he pulled away, he nodded towards the door, gesturing that they could go inside now.

As she opened the door, Y/N and Arvin were bombarded with the strong scent of fried chicken. Y/N gave Arvin a confused look, which he returned to her. Arvin, whose hand hadn't moved from Y/N's waist, looked around for his grandmother, uncle, and step-sister.

"Gran'ma?" Arvin called out but was interrupted by many voices laughing from the kitchen.

"Oh! Arvin, honey, we're in here!" Emma called out from the dining room. Arvin and Y/N made their way to the dining room to see the rest of the Russells sitting around the table, eating. Y/N's eyes flickered around the table. She saw Emma, Earksell, Lenora, and ...

And Pastor Teagardin and his wife.

"Come sit with us, you two!" Emma smiled, gesturing for Y/N and Arvin to sit. Y/N and Arvin did so, Arvin pulling out a chair for Y/N to sit and pushing it in once she took her seat beside Lenora. He rounded the chair and sat beside her, his hand immediately landing on her thigh and rubbing the skin softly for a moment, to calm her. He could tell immediately that Y/N wasn’t comfortable with pastor Teagardin being there.

"What's goin' on?" Arvin asked, referring to the Teagardins who had never seemed interested enough to visit the Russells before now.

"Well, Pastor Teagardin and his wife decided to stop by and have dinner with us," Emma said happily. "Ain't that so sweet of them?"

"So sweet," Arvin muttered under his breath, grabbing a plate and getting some food. He must've been too worried about Y/N not getting too wet outside to notice that another car had been parked in front of the house.

Y/N also grabbed a plate and got some chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a roll. Sure, she was nervous, but she was still starved. As the dinner went on, she stayed almost completely silent the whole time, just eating her food and waiting for this night to be over.

"So, Y/N," Pastor Teagardin spoke, looking at the opposite end of the table where Y/N had just taken a bite out of her potatoes. Y/N could feel Arvin stiffen beside her, but she grabbed onto his hand to hopefully calm him. Y/N looked over at the pastor, waiting for him to continue. "Emma tells me you're workin' at the diner down the road."

Y/N nodded politely, swallowing her food, and taking a sip of her sweet tea. "Yes, sir."

"How do you like it?" Teagardin asked, watching the girl closely.

Y/N almost gulped. "I like it real well, sir. The pay is pretty good, and every so often I get a good tip."

Teagardin nodded. "That's good. You doin' alright at school?"

Y/N shrugged. "I'm doin' okay. Between school, cheer, and work, it can get to be a lot."

Pastor Teagardin nodded in understanding. "The Lord said, 'Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.' Philippians chapter four, verse six."

Y/N didn't know what to say to that. She nodded and took another bite of her mashed potatoes and gravy.

"What about y'all's relationship?" Teagardin continued, causing Arvin to start choking on his greens.

Y/N closed her eyes and sighed, wishing this night could be over. Once Arvin was able to breathe again, he looked up at the pastor and muttered out, "Sorry?"

"The Lord also said, 'Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.' First Corinthians, chapter six, verses eighteen through twenty." Teagardin said, glancing over at Emma, who looked like she was about to faint right there.

Arvin didn't want to make this night worse. He really didn't. He wanted to finish up their dinner, scoop Y/N into his arms, and fall asleep on his bed. He wanted to wake up in the middle of the day tomorrow and take her on a picnic somewhere in a grassy valley, maybe even take another nap there too. He did not want to fan the flame that was Pastor Teagardin.

But he just couldn't help himself.

"Are you implyin' that me and Y/N have been sexually immoral?" Arvin asked, sitting up in his chair a little bit. Y/N could already see his face beginning to redden with anger. She wanted so badly to get up, grab Arvin, and lock them in his room for the rest of the night. But she sat in her seat with her head down, playing with her food.

"Arvin," Emma gently whispered, but Arvin ignored her, not looking away from the pastor.

"I'm not tryin' to imply anything," Teagardin shook his head, looking between Arvin and Y/N. He noticed how different the two were, besides physical. Arvin was fully sat up, arms crossed and staring deeply into his soul. Y/N, on the other hand, hadn't looked away from her plate. He did notice, however, that while one hand was playing with her food, the other was under the table and probably resting on Arvin's lap. "I'm simply statin' that y'all two better be careful."

"Why should we be careful?" Arvin didn't back down.

"Next time I may not be the one catchin' y'all in the backseat of your car, is all I'm sayin'." Teagardin said lowly, causing Emma to gasp quietly from her seat.

Arvin could only feel his heartbeat quickening. "Y'know, that reminds me," He cocked his head to the side, his eyes never leaving the pastor. "Why were you out there that night? What were you doin'?"

This question seemed to take the pastor by surprise. He swallowed thickly and looked around the room, noticing that everyone (including Y/N and his own wife) had their eyes on him, waiting for an answer.

Y/N had also been wondering the answer to this question. She found it a little odd that he happened to be driving around that late at night and decided to stop and talk to the two teenagers. She was eager to hear his side of the story.

"I was just ... " Teagardin started slowly. "I was just takin' a drive, is all."

Arvin hummed in fake understanding. "Takin' a drive that late at night? Sounds a little suspicious to me, sir."

"Arv," Y/N whispered harshly, squeezing his thigh gently, but Arvin couldn't stop. Pastor Teagardin talking about his and Y/N's relationship only fueled Arvin's anger. Teagardin knew nothing about those two. He was just some guy from Tennessee who thought because he was a pastor that he had to know everything about everyone. And Arvin was definitely the type of person who liked his privacy.

"What are you sayin' boy?" Teagardin nearly grunted. Arvin smirked, knowing he was making this man mad. That was what he wanted -- to make him mad. That way Arvin could show everyone that he shouldn't be trusted. Arvin knew that Emma, Lenora, and Earksell, and even Y/N had some sort of trust in this man.

"I'm not sayin' nothin'," Arvin shook his head and leaned back in his seat, knowing he'd made his mark. Teagardin was about to explode.

Y/N looked from Arvin to the pastor. She didn't dare utter a word, she was already not very fond of this entire conversation. A part of her was sort of pissed at Arvin for making this night harder than it should've been. She glanced over at Arvin with a glare, not happy with him. Arvin, now leaned back with his arms crossed over his strong chest, nearly smirked as he watched Teagardin try to calm himself down.

But then his eyes looked over at Y/N, and his heart dropped.

Did he go too far?

"I think we'll be headin' out now," Pastor Teagardin grumbled, standing up and helping his wife stand as well. Everyone else, except Arvin, followed in suit, standing and walking with the Teagardins over to the front door.

"Thank you so much for your time, pastor," Emma smiled graciously. She stuck out her hand for the pastor to shake, and he did so. After shaking her hand, he also shook Earksell's. Next, he looked over to Y/N and Lenora, taking both of their hands and kissing them. Y/N laughed uncomfortably and put both of her hands behind her back when the pastor let go.

Arvin, who was still sitting in the dining room, scoffed and rolled his eyes. It was pathetic watching the pastor try to move in on two teenage girls. Arvin was almost positive that Teagardin did that just because he knew how close Y/N and Lenora were to Arvin. Arvin stood and walked over to Y/N, grabbing her hand and pulling her away.

When they made it to Arvin's room, Arvin shut the door behind him. He didn't realize how upset he was until he felt Y/N grab his squeezed fists. His closed eyes then opened, looking straight into Y/N's. She looked beautiful. Her hair was a little messy from work, her eyes were lidded heavily, and her shoulders were slumped. But Arvin knew she'd stay up as late as he needed her to be, and that was one of the reasons he loved her.

"I'm okay," Arvin put his hands on Y/N's shoulders and rubbed, giving her a small massage. Y/N's eyes closed immediately and she let out a soft breath. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked, her eyes still shut from the relief.

Arvin pulled Y/N closer, wrapping his arms around his girl. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and slowly swayed them back and forth almost like they were dancing.

"Let's go to bed," Arvin whispered.

[queenieloves]

Future Rockstar-Eddie Munson x f!reader(incomplete, first draft)

Hi!!! I wanted to post a first and incomplete draft of my first fic with y’all to see if anyone finds it interesting/has any feedback on it! Let me know what you think! and please remember it’s a very rough first draft!

Summary- You need drugs but Eddie is the only one you can buy them from. In a moment of inexplicable supernatural happenings, you find yourself screaming and banging on the door of his trailer. Will you be able to find comfort in someone who you thought was a freak?

Warnings- a little smut but not super explicit, drug use, language

Word count- 10k…whoops, it’s all just word vomit

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You weren’t the type to stick out. A matter of fact, you blended in just the way you wanted to. Friendly enough but you didn’t cause anyone trouble and you minded your business. You maintained good grades and listened to what you considered to be good music. There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins so eventually the boredom of purely existing led you to start smoking pot every now and then. It calmed the mild anxiety you had. Everyday it seemed like someone else went missing in this town and when you spent nights alone when your parents were out of town, you didn’t want to spend those precious quiet hours worrying.

Your parents were leaving this weekend in fact—a trip to see your grandparents that you would’ve been forced to go on if it hadn't been for upcoming exams. I mean what kind of parents plan a trip to Florida right as you are about to take your exams—parents who were too busy to care about their kid that they willingly had. Your one friend in town Sam, another junior in your class, was working all weekend so you couldn’t spend it with her, which meant you were going to be all alone all weekend. Which then meant, you needed drugs. As much as you isolated yourself from everyone at school and in town, you hated being alone in Hawkins at night.

Someone in your math class suggested Eddie Munson as the best and cheapest way to get drugs.

“Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like a triple senior by now? He’s kinda freaky, I wouldn’t want to go alone. He’s in my English class and he NEVER does his homework.”

“Yeah he’s definitely weird but he’s the one you want if you need any drugs.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I’m desperate enough to see Eddie The Freak Munson. Hear me out, if I don’t come to class tomorrow, it was him.” You giggled.

Math ended uneventfully and you joined the long line for lunch. You were nervous thinking about how to approach Eddie Munson and how exactly to ask for what you needed. You were hungry and nervous and could not wait to get your food so you could find a quiet place to eat and think. It all seemed to bubble up when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey…HEY, I happen to be talking to you, Jansport(your backpack).”

You took out your earbud and turned around only to silently gasp when you saw it was Eddie. Your heart rate shot up through the ceiling. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything, he was a freak afterall, but the longer you didn’t eat, the more anxious you felt and this sudden interaction made you want to throw up.

“Ummm…hi.” You said with a quiver in your voice.

“Hey is that a D20 pin on your backpack?”

FUCK. That’s right, Eddie ran some kind of D&D group. You played with your best friends from middle school before moving to Hawkins. Mack, your closest friend, made everyone in the group D20 pins before moving away—a symbol of your friendship perhaps.

“Oh haha, my friend in my old town made them for me, I used to play a little.”

“It’s fucking rad if I do say so myself.” He was naturally a little awkward, you couldn’t help but think ‘who the hell talks like that’ and ‘why isn’t this goddamn line moving any faster’.

“Thanks…” back to silence, thank god. Until you took a breath turned back to him and said,

“Hey umm… I heard that you might have some stuff you could sell me?” You said louder than it sounded in your head—blame the nerves.

“Yo, shhhhh, there won’t be anything to sell if the school finds out.”

“Shit sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Meet me in the forest behind the gym after last period. You’ll see a picnic table that I carved ‘EM’ on. Want everyone to know it's mine.” He smiled.

Finally you got your food and just as you were about to say some sort of combination of ‘see you later’ and ‘thank you’ or whatever other generic response you could think of he said,

“Catch you later princess”. He winked and walked past you to his typical table of nerds who respected him like a king. You didn’t have the brain power to think of the fact that he referred to you as ‘princess’.

You ate in the art room as you usually did. Working on one project or another. You weren’t all that poor—definitely not Eddie Munson poor, but you promised yourself you would take advantage of the free art supplies at Hawkins High as payment for all the shit it put you through. After lunch you had a study hall and two other classes. Boring and uneventful, just how you liked it. Suddenly it was three o’clock and time to find Eddie. You couldn’t believe you were doing this and you would die if anyone saw you. You didn’t want people to know you existed let alone suddenly see you with Eddie Munson, which would definitely be the new school gossip. The only people allowed to be seen with Eddie Munson were his goons who were already with him at the bottom of the social pyramid. Anyone else seen with him had to suddenly defend their spot on the pyramid like it was their last plea before being executed.

You walked slowly but with purpose—the leaves crunching beneath your worn down chuckie taylors that were basically about to fall apart. You didn’t necessarily care about your clothes or appearance so you just wore some old jeans, a green t-shirt and brown zip up sweatshirt—your typical outfit for most days, except for the occasional summer day where you would switch out the pants for shorts. Your mother hated that you weren’t more feminine and you resented her for it.

You found the table and sat but didn’t see Eddie. The whole situation made you feel nervous—if only you weren’t such a goddamn anxious person maybe you could have a more interesting life. Suddenly he popped out into the clearing with intention to scare you, if you weren’t wearing your headphones maybe it would’ve worked.

“Damn, [y/l/n], I guess I gotta make sure you aren’t wearing those when I try to speak to you. I’m two for two.” He laughed and sat down pulling out a tin full of what you assumed was drugs. He smelled like weed, shitty cologne and cigarettes and you could only wonder if he ever washed the shirt he always wore.

“So…” you started slowly.

“My parents are out of town and I need something to calm me down at night so I can sleep. Nothing crazy, weed if you have it.”

“If I have it? That’s like 75% of what I sell, princess. How much money do you have on you?” Weird question but you weren’t going to start nitpicking while in the forest with someone who you frankly believed might be a murderer.

“20 bucks. How much will that get me?” To be fair you didn’t know much about weed or selling/buying drugs, just how to consume them.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m gonna give you the pretty girl discount. I’ll give you a quarter more for the same price.” He pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with weed and slid it towards you.

“Pretty girl discount? That must be something you give to every girl you sell drugs to, perv.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to make things more complicated than they needed to be, the whole exchange could’ve been silent and you wish it would’ve been.

“Hey, you want the discount or not?” He said through a cheeky smile.

“Fine, freak. Here.” You handed him the twenty, took the baggie, shoved it in your pocket and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait, what’s the rush?” He shouted before you got too far. You turned back to him with a confused and slightly annoyed look on your face.

“I’m not here to do anything else than what’s already happened, but thanks”. You said sarcastically and turned again to walk away.

“Okay then, see you later princess”, Eddie laughed in a carefree manner. How could he not be offended by anything even when the whole school thinks he’s a massive freak.

Despite your weird and frankly unsettling interaction with Eddie, you enjoyed the weed he gave you. You smoked it as you listened to your tapes and doodled on your math homework. It was starting to get late and you needed to sleep before one of your exams tomorrow.

The next day, in math, you smiled at the boy who suggested going to Eddie. When you sat down you joked with him that you almost didn’t make it out alive. You skipped lunch in hopes of avoiding Eddie and it seemed to work. The weekend went by faster than you could’ve hoped for and when Monday rolled around you had almost forgotten about your interaction with Eddie. Although a small part of you worried what it would be like when your parents were out of town the next time and you needed more weed.

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A few months went by and suddenly your parents were off again. Some business convention in Pennsylvania, but this time they took the car. Now you had to bike anywhere you wanted to go. Everywhere was too far to walk. You were winding down and smoking when you heard a knock at your door. Your heart beat started rising as you walked downstairs. No one was supposed to be here, so there was no possible way to know who it was. When you opened the door there wasn’t anyone. You peeked your head out further to see if you could see anyone. You closed and locked the doors and assumed it was some brat kids playing pranks on their neighbors to pass the time. Exactly ten minutes passed and it happened again. This time you were quick to open the door to maybe catch the stupid kids in the act but again nothing. The only thing to greet you was a gentle yet chill breeze. You had a thing for overthinking so you began to do just that…overthink. What supernatural thing was waiting for you out there. You tried to call Sam but like always, she was working. It was only 6pm so you decided to take a bike ride to clear your mind. Although you were high, you had no trouble operating a bike. Your house resided on an off road of one of the bigger roads, during the day it was full of people traveling to town but essentially abandoned at night. You were lazily peddling down the road when all of a sudden a car raced towards you head on. It was practically out of nowhere and it caused you to swerve into a ditch. The road was lined with forest so when you finally caught your breath, you sat at the edge of the woods trying to calm yourself down. You were too scared to go back to the road so the woods it was. The sun was setting but it was still light out. You figured you had about an hour. You wandered through the woods lighting the joint you kept in your pocket. You didn’t go far when you started to smell smoke, like a campfire. You were basically in the middle of the woods with only a road nearby so where could it be coming from. You kept walking towards the smell, hoping it was just some teens hanging out and not an entire forest fire but soon you saw the black smoke and the light and you knew your worst nightmare was coming true. You ran closer just to make sure you were seeing it for real and then out of nowhere you were hit to the ground. The hit to the face made your nose bleed and cut up your cheek and you began to cry and hyperventilate out of fear. You scrambled to your feet and began to run—something was chasing behind you. You were running through the woods with no end in sight and it was almost completely dark out. You looked back as a black shadow was behind you and you screamed as you continued to run for your life. The flames spread towards you at an almost impossible pace as you ran faster and faster, running out of breath. You saw lights in the distance and when you reached what seemed to be a trailer park you went to the first trailer you saw. You screamed and cried at the door without looking back,

“LET ME IN PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”, you pounded at the door, not caring if anyone else in the neighborhood saw or heard you. After what seemed like hours to you of pounding and screaming, the door opened and you practically fell in. Without checking to see who opened the door you scrambled in on your hands and knees and closed the door behind you as you sat with your back against it. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed and breathed fast and heavy.

“Holy shit [y/l/n], are you okay?” Eddie, you just didn’t look up to realize it yet. You sobbed and mumbled,

“There was this thing chasing me and the forest was on fire and I almost got run over and…” You kept going until whoever opened the door for you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. There isn’t any fire and no one is chasing you. It’s okay, nothing will get you in here.” Almost like a jumpscare you jolted when you looked up to see it was Eddie comforting you. Of course this is where you end up at a time like this. His voice seemed more genuine and calm than the usual weird and loud freak voice he uses at school.

“Eddie?... There is a fire, look!” You stood up and looked out the window on the door. No fire, no black shadow. You quickly turned to him,

“Then how do you explain the scratches and my nose?” You blurted out.

“You look fine to me?” You touched your face expecting to wince with pain upon touching your wounds but there was nothing there. He seemed a little nervous and frankly shocked that the quiet girl in his English class, who bought weed from him that one time burst through this door screaming and crying. Suddenly, you shoved Eddie pushing both hands to his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the FUCK did you put in my weed FREAK!” you yelled at him and he just stared back with a scared and confused look on his face.

“Did you lace this shit with something FREAK, was that your plan the whole time? Drug me and then who knows what! Now I’m having crazy hallucinations because of you!” You took a second to catch your breath before you began sobbing again, falling back to your space against the door. Eddie didn’t dare to approach you and began speaking softly,

“[y/n], I swear there was nothing in the weed I gave you, never in my wildest dreams would I think about doing that. I always smoke the weed I get first before selling it to other people just to make sure it doesn’t have any nasty shit in it.” He slowly stood up and walked over to kneel down next to you.

“I need you to believe it wasn’t me”. You were so confused and scared that all you could muster out was,

“Yeah right freak.” For a while there was silence. You sobbed into your knees as Eddie just sat there. He gently placed a hand on your knee just as he did before which encouraged you to look up at him. Your mascara and eyeliner smudged all across your face. He met your eyes surprisedly after half expecting you to either hit him for touching you or just keep crying.

“Hey, [y/n], it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do you wanna talk about it?” He seemed genuine and deep down you knew he didn’t put anything in the weed, you just didn’t have any better explanation for what had happened.

“No, I don’t think I can. Frankly I’m a little too high and whatever the fuck was out there almost gave me a heart attack.” Eddie understood and gave you some water. He eventually urged you to move to the couch where it was more comfortable despite the safety you felt in your spot against the door. The trailer was nothing special. It was what you expected from the Eddie Munson himself—empty soda cans and newspapers filled every empty spot where there wasn’t an ashtray or playboy magazine. Thank god he eventually told you his uncle was out drinking and would likely not be home until morning. It was only 8 o’clock now and Eddie kindly offered you some leftover pizza. You felt sick and coming down from your high was only making you feel more anxious. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and asked if he could sit next to you. In a normal situation you would never let Eddie The Freak Munson within 5 feet of you but near death experiences were the exception. He sat so your arms were touching but he faced painfully straight forward. He lowered his head towards his knees and started talking to get rid of the loud silence.

“Are you home alone this weekend again?”

“What?”

“Well when we met up, you said you needed something to calm you down because your parents were out of town, did they leave again?” He remembered, you thought.

“Yeah, until Monday morning, they even took the car, so I just thought I would go for a bike ride, turned out to be a terrible idea”.

“I’m sorry, you should stay here tonight, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch”. He never lifted his head to look at you.

“Eddie, I can’t. I would never ask you to sleep on your couch.” Despite the fact that you could barely move, you didn’t want to think of what a night at Eddie’s trailer could be like.

“Hey, I fall asleep here like all the time when I’m drunk, I promise it’s okay.” He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s comfy I swear.” He patted the cushions and exhaled a bit symbolizing a laugh.

“I really can’t go back outside, I’ll only stay if you really think it’s okay”. Eddie seemed nicer in this context. He wasn’t so painfully annoying as his usual loud, obnoxious self seemed to be.

“Of course, it’s okay. Let me go clean my room just a bit, there’s some things in there that I don’t think you wanna see.” He laughed lightly.

“Wait.” You said as he went to stand up.

“Stay here for a second.” He sat back down without question and looked at you. You continued,

“You know, you aren’t the freak everyone says you are. Yeah maybe you’re weird and frankly a little nerdy but not a freak.” You laughed and looked into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it was the comfort he provided you after whatever the hell happened to you back there but he was kind of cute.

“Haha, [y/l/n], did you really make me sit back down just to tell me I’m not a freak? Is that your version of a compliment? You do realize if anyone gave me more than two seconds of their attention maybe they would realize the same?”

“Sorry, I just figured you should hear it. Not that we really know each other but I’ve never seen this side of you. Quiet and calm.” You laughed slightly.

“You’re the same. You are completely silent in our English class, I never see you at lunch or after school and then suddenly you are screaming bloody murder at my door.”

“Fine, I guess that’s true. How about we forget everything before this happened and we get to know each other for real…like friends.” He took a second in silence.

“You really wanna be friends [y/l/n]?” You wanted to answer but you were too tired, you bobbed your head as you began to fall asleep. The blanket was warm and his presence was comforting.

“Okay [y/l/n], I’m gonna clean, give me five, I’ll be right back”. You could sort of see him through your heavy eyelids picking up dirty clothes and random shit off of his floor. The trailer wasn’t all that big but you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was cleaning just for you. You must have fallen asleep when Eddie returned and picked you up in a bridal carry to bring you to the bed. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket and whispered to himself,

“Damn, I never thought this would be the way [y/l/n] was gonna be in my bed. Thought it was gonna be more sexy to be honest”. He laughed slightly.

“I heard that.” You mumbled.

“Shit. Oh well, sweet dreams. I’ll be on the couch, let me know if you need anything. There’s clean clothes on the desk if you wanna wear them in the morning” You slept well. His room was small but cozy and smelled just like him. Despite the weird mix of smoke and cologne, it sort of smelled good and in the morning when you opened your eyes you noticed the massive CD collection he had. Some were stacked in piles, others just thrown about. An organized mess. You changed into the clothes he left for you. Some band t-shirt and sweatpants that you could tell he never wore. Eddie Munson in anything other than black skinny jeans? Absolutely not. Eddie was still asleep when you decided to get up. You found the bathroom and then a glass of water. You leaned against the counter and looked at Eddie fast asleep on the couch. He seemed at peace. His face was soft and almost baby-like. You thought about all the things people said about him, to him—all the things you said about and to him. You felt bad because he truly didn’t deserve it. The way he was so gentle with you last night when he could’ve just been an asshole, proved it. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you gathered your stuff and slipped out of the trailer almost silently. You would see Eddie at school on Monday and you didn’t want to think about that now.

You could finally see the trailer park you were in. Nothing special. You didn’t dare go back through the woods even despite the light of the morning. You didn’t have your bike either, it was still abandoned by the side of the road you guessed so you just had to walk. It was gonna be a long walk but you felt more safe and grounded this way. About an hour into your who knows how long walk, a van pulled up next to you. You looked, it was Eddie. You did just leave without saying anything and maybe he was concerned about your safety.

“Hey! Friends don’t just leave friends without saying goodbye especially after one of them had a crazy spell not even 24 hours ago! Get in!” You sighed but he was right, you did say you wanted to be friends and you did feel bad for leaving him. Plus, where were you gonna walk to? Your house where you would be alone again? No chance. You got in and he started down the road.

“Sorry, Eddie, I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome or anything.”

“Not possible princess, you are welcome anytime.” You giggled.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Second friend lesson…friends trust friends.”

“I’ve got friends, Eddie.”

“And how many of them have saved you from crazy shadow demons?” You punched him lightly in the arm. He brought you to a point away from the town that overlooked the downtown area, Hawkins High and the surrounding forests.

“No one ever comes here, consider it my spot that I am graciously sharing with you, although I would be surprised if you could find it again without my directions.”

“It’s beautiful up here, why'd you bring me here?”

“Well, m’lady, I figured since we are friends now, we ought to get to know the basics about each other, get it all out of the way so we get into the good stuff like childhood trauma and deepest secrets.” You both laughed. Suddenly you were doing just that. You sat on the tail of his van with the doors open allowing you to take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie was wearing what he always wore and you were still in his clothes. You asked him about the sweatpants. He swore he got them for gym class but ended up skipping every time.

“It’s either black skinny jeans, boxers or nothing” He laughed. You sort of blushed at the thought of him stripped down. You didn’t smoke cigarettes but today you did as you passed it back and forth with Eddie. You were there for hours and suddenly you saw the moon begin to rise. It was getting late and you were certainly not going home and you didn’t want to make things awkward with Eddie by asking to stay at his house so you gave him directions to Sam’s house. You didn’t care if she had work or not. You were staying there. Plus you knew her parents well enough to show up without calling and they would invite you in with no questions asked. You waited in Sam’s room and she busted open the door and immediately asked what was wrong. You NEVER showed up without letting her know. You told her everything. Everything everything. No detail left out. You always told eachother everything eventually, even if you left buying drugs from Eddie out originally, she knew now.

“Wow, so you are really a thing with Eddie The Freak Munson. Never thought that could be what you had to tell me.”

“We are NOT a thing, just friends. Plus how was I supposed to know it was his trailer, it could’ve been a serial killer or something. You can’t trust everyone around here. He’s really nice, and kind of funny. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

“You don’t get nicknamed ‘the freak’ if you aren’t a freak. Just be careful is all.”

“Yeah yeah, I will, now I am going to sleep because I haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours thank you very much.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.

“Fine but you aren’t getting away with this friendship with THE Eddie Munson so easily. I still have more questions. Like does he really call you ‘princess’ THAT much? Anyways, goodnight”.

“Yes, yes he does. Goodnight.”

Eventually your parents returned but you didn’t tell them anything. You answered ‘how was your weekend’ with ‘fine’ and went to school. You saw Eddie in English and lunch but didn’t talk to him. He was back to his annoying loud self and you walked out of the lunchroom just as he began to stand on the table to say something about jocks and how much he hated basketball. Usually you would take the bus home but your mother wanted to pick you up and take you to some appointment. As you waited by the parking lot and sat under a tree, Eddie approached you.

“Hey princess, gotta say I’m surprised you are never ever here after the buses leave. What’s up?”

“My mother is picking me up for some appointment, just waiting I suppose.”

“Well, I guess a lady should not have to wait on her own.” He sat down. Even if you did want to wait alone, there he was sitting next to you. There was still a part of you that didn’t want to be seen with Eddie Munson but you knew that wasn’t right. He was just sitting contently, not talking for once when you said,

“Hey, come to my house tonight, we can study for our English exam. I know for a fact, you have not been paying attention in class and unfortunately, I don’t think you should become a quadruple senior if it can be avoided.” You both laughed.

“Fine, I’ll come over but I can’t promise I will pay attention to anything you try to teach me princess.” Suddenly, your mom pulled up and you shoved your Walkman in your bag and stood.

“7pm, Oak St, red door. Do not bring any drugs or my mom will flip.”

“Got it, Ms. Goody two shoes”. He mocked. You affectionately flipped him off and got into the car with your mom.

“Who is that?” She asked as soon as your head was inside the car. You knew to lie.

“Just a boy from my English class. He knows I study a lot so he asked if I could tutor him before our test tomorrow, he’s coming over tonight.”

“Fine, but he looks like trouble. You better keep your door open and he has to leave by 10. Got it?”

“Got it.” The thing is…he was trouble and you knew it deep down but he was freer than you, he was free in the way you wanted to be and you were going to take any opportunity to live like he did, even if he didn’t always make the best decisions.

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He came over, and it went well. He didn’t do much studying but you didn’t care, you just liked hanging out with him. He would lay on your bed tossing an old baseball into the air and catching it while you entertained him with stories of your childhood and middle school phases. He did the same and you would just talk to ages. It felt good to talk to someone that way considering you were quiet 90% of the time. “Study” night became a weekly thing. Tuesday nights when he didn’t have his weird D&D club.

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A few months went by of fairly consistent study nights and suddenly it was time for the school’s biggest pride, the basketball game. Frankly you wished it were something cooler like football, but there weren’t enough players for a team. Therefore, the final basketball game was the cherished social event of the season. You had to go because Sam was on the cheer team even though you dreaded sitting in a hot gym watching frail high school boys throw an orange ball around just to get excited when it made it into the hoop. It all seemed trivial to you. Eddie wasn’t there from what you could tell, if anyone hated basketball more than you it was him. It was just after half time when you decided to step outside to smoke—one of the worst influences Eddie had on you. You walked a few feet from the building when you saw him standing against a wall also smoking. You immediately put out your cigarette and ran over to him, happy to get a break from all the fakeness happening just inside the gym doors. Everyone was just trying to be someone else for the people they wanted to see. Guess that’s high school for you.

“Eddie! What are you doing here? I thought you hated basketball?” You hugged him nonchalantly.

“I do, I just missed you and knew you would be here. Plus my uncle is drinking at the trailer and I would rather not be home with him ya know?”

“You miss me? Eddie, it's not like we are dating or anything?” You laugh, oblivious to the slight hurt in his voice when he says,

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to see my favorite friend”. He forced a smile.

“Wanna hang out in your van? I could use a break from whatever the hell is happening in there”.

“Sure! Right this way m’lady.” Truth be told, Eddie was horny, and yes he did miss you and he did want to see you but he also wanted more. He was horny enough to drive all the way to the high school and to wait for you outside. Even if he didn’t get to touch you, which he never would without permission, he could at least look at you and lately he had to make due, considering you weren’t ‘dating or anything’. You sat in the back of his van and drank from the bottle he gave you. You began to relax as he sat next to you. Suddenly you grabbed his hand to examine his rings. You and Eddie didn’t touch all that often. Besides the playful punch or pat on the back, you kept your distance. Not for any particular reason, you just never felt the need to be touchy. Eddie was too scared to touch you because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. You used your other hand to trace around his rings. They were huge and cold and the sensation was nice to your tipsy self. You asked him what each one was and if it had a meaning and he tried his best to focus on the questions but frankly all he could focus on was how your soft skin felt on his. He had always noticed you, not in a sexual way at first, but you always caught his attention, which is why he was secretly ecstatic when you wanted to buy drugs from him—an opportunity to get to know more about you. He was joking when he said that thing about you being in his bed that first night you spent in his trailer but as you spent more time together he noticed the little things about you, the little things that you didn’t want other people to notice. For example, he loved how your freckles darkened after sitting in the sun and he loved how the curve of your neck led to your collarbones. He loved how you started painting your fingernails black after he gave you his bottle of nail polish. Every little detail he found entrancing and sexy. He knew you didn’t feel the same and so he never said anything but something about tonight made him actually get up to find you. Jerking off in his room alone just wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want you to stop but you got up and out of nowhere said,

“Give me your rings.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his haze.

“Give them to me I wanna do something”. Frankly he would do anything you said. He took off his rings, which in all honestly he never took off, this was the first time they came off since he put them on. You slid them onto your fingers and they were entirely too big but you promised to be careful. Next you found one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts and switched it for whatever shirt you were wearing. You turned around so he wouldn’t see your bra but still Eddie gulped at the thought of you in just a black bra. When you turned back around you put on an annoying high pitched voice and said,

“Hello, princess. I am Eddie Munson and I play D&D and like Black Sabbath and sometimes I smoke. Also did I mention I have yet to graduate from high school?” You stumbled around giving your best Eddie impression. Although the alcohol made it seem much more spot on than in reality.

“What the fuck is that, [y/l/n]. You’re drunk. Sit down before you hurt yourself. Also I do not sound like that.”

“I’m not drunk, just tipsy and having fun is all.” You weren’t drunk, that was the truth but you just wanted to let go and have fun and in comparison to your normal personality, it seemed as though you were very very drunk.

“Give me my rings back before you break them or something else in here.” He laughed, it was quite entertaining. You gave all the rings back except one. It was one of the smaller rings and it fit perfectly on your index finger. Along with the ring you kept the t-shirt on. Eddie tried not to stare at the way it hugged your breasts and fell past your shorts. When he realized he’d been staring for too long he said the first thing that came to his mind,

“So…uh…how was the game before you left.”

“HA, like you care... We were winning”.

“You’re right I don’t care.” He took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. If he was going to say anything it had to be now. It had to be in this perfect moment of tipsiness where you were wearing his t-shirt in the back of his van spending time with him and only him.

“Fuck.” That’s all he could say. Desperate and still very horny.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I don’t know if I should say”. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“Eddie, you can tell me anything. We haven’t been hanging out this much just to not tell eachother everything.” You meant it, he could tell you anything, it wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

“This is different though.” He somberly smiled.

“Fine then, don’t say it, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“Fuck it. Fine…” He sat up and looked at you.

“It’s just that you are in my van with my t-shirt on and my ring and maybe it’s just because I’m super horny tonight or whatever but I would kill someone just to fuck you right now.” He didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Eddie, I…” You weren’t sober enough to completely and thoroughly process what he had said and it took you by surprise.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say that and if you don’t want to be friends or whatever anymore, I get it. If you wanna go, just go.”

“No Eddie, listen…” But he wasn’t.

“I mean fuck, this always happens, I always have to ruin the relationships that are the most important to me. FUCK.” You could tell he was spiraling and to be fair maybe you did want him to fuck you. Does he think you were playing with his rings for fun? Some men are so oblivious. He kept babbling on and you knew speaking wasn’t going to work so you gently placed your hand on his cheek and pulled his face to look at yours.

“Eddie, stop. Listen to me. Nothing you could say would change the way I feel about you. A little horniness isn’t going to change anything”. You laughed at the way it sounded.

“And who says I don’t want you to fuck me. Not to generalize you or whatever but you do happen to be a hot rocker boy with a van. Can’t say I haven’t imagined what you’d do to me every now and then.” Eddie swallowed and chose his next words carefully.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying [y/n]?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but all you said was,

“God Eddie, fuck me please, at least kiss me.” And with that Eddie was sitting in front of you pulling you in gently for a kiss. He knew he was eager to touch every part of you, to taste every part of you but he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t supposed to. He was respectful and kind and asked you if he could touch you here or kiss you there. He took it slow and you didn’t mind. It was amazing. You tried not to think about all the other girls he must have done this with.

“Fuck Eddie, that feels so good”, you moaned out as he licked the sweet spot he found on your neck. He knew that this opportunity may never come again and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. You pushed him back and made him sit against the wall as you straddled him. It wasn’t a surprise when you felt how hard he was underneath you. He was containing himself very well for the circumstances. He cursed and moaned as you grinded on him gently, trying to get a reaction from him. You pulled at the base of his hair and when your eyes met his was full of lust. You leaned in to kiss him and only pulled away to catch your breath. His hand traveled under your shirt and stopped when he touched the edge of your bra. He pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could keep going and when you said yes, and he struggled to undo the clasp of your bra, you reached back and did it yourself. Maybe he hasn’t been with as many girls as you thought. He slowly raised your shirt until it was almost at your neck so you could give him the go ahead. He took off your shirt, threw it to the side and helped you slip your bra off. He stared at your bare chest for a minute before bringing his hands to them. You sighed as he finally made contact with your sensitive nipples. You sat up on your knees so he could reach them with his mouth and he did not hesitate to please. You again began to slowly grind on him and he moaned onto your breasts, the vibration sending a shot of pleasure through your core. His hands explored your hair and your back as you suddenly pulled away.

“It feels awfully unfair that one of us still has their shirt on”. Eddie quickly threw his shirt to the ground and you ran your hand over his necklaces that sat perfectly on his chest, down to the waistband of his infamous black skinny jeans. You backed away from the straddling position you were in so you could effectively pull down his pants and boxers. Eddie’s big personality didn’t end at his dick—he was long and relatively thick, to be fair you didn’t have many previous examples to compare him to. He was also hard, very hard and the precum oozing out of his tip was a testament to just exactly how turned on he was. To be fair you had never given a blowjob before but if there is one thing you learned from Sam, it was to fake til you make it. Confidence took over as you used your thumb to spread the liquid around his tip. Eddie hissed in pleasure and managed to say almost every curse word he could think of. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for months and he wouldn’t let anything ruin it. You removed your hand, spit on it and placed back onto his dick, beginning to slowly move up and down. You watched his face to see what pressure and speed got the most reaction and kept it going.

“Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck him off. He was in heaven, you could tell by the whimpers and sounds he was making. Who knew that such a loud, confident boy could completely change just because of your touch. Everytime his hips bucked up you gently pushed them down with your free hand. His whimpers grew louder as he got closer to releasing and you knew what you wanted. You kept the pace going and soon enough he was pulling on your hair and cumming into your mouth.

“Fuck princess, holy shit, that was amazing.” You looked up at him and swallowed as he watched. The action made him groan.

“You're incredible, princess. God, I do not regret coming here tonight. Shit.” He was breathing heavily, chest moving up and down along with his necklaces.

“Who says the fun has to stop?” You said slyly.

“Are you sure princess? You want to keep going? We don’t have to, it's okay.”

“There is no way I did all that just to get nothing back.” You stood up the best you could without hitting the ceiling of the van and you pushed your shorts off leaving just your black lacy underwear. He quickly pulled you back down and pushed himself between your legs. Kissing your thighs, he hooked one finger through the leg of your underwear and began to gently pull them down. His mouth never left the soft inside of your thighs. Suddenly you were completely naked before Eddie Munson and it was invigorating. There was a part of you that was insecure and worried what he would think considering you only had a few basic sexual experiences before. You didn’t know what you would taste like or look like to him and you were nervous. Not nervous enough to stop, just the type of nervous that’s in the back of your mind. Eddie could tell you were hesitant so he brought his head to yours, planting a firm and quick kiss on your lips before saying,

“Hey, if you’re worried, we really can stop. I won’t mind.” God, he was so sweet but you wanted this.

“No, Eddie, it’s really okay. I just haven’t done this before and I want it to be good for you.”

“Princess, believe me, I’ve imagined this moment in my head hundreds of times and so far you’ve more than exceeded my expectations. I’ll go slow, I promise.” Did he really desire you this much? You worried he only became friends with you just for the sex, but that wasn’t something you could think about now. He slowly lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed your thighs once more before gently licking your folds stopping at your clit to lick circles around it. God you hoped he was enjoying just as much as you were. Eddie groaned everytime you moaned his name and truthfully he was enjoying it probably even more than you. If he had his way, you would be sat on his face for hours but he knew he had to work up to that. In between licks he would mutter things like,

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me.” and “God you taste amazing”. Despite the pleasure you were feeling, you were happy for the reassurance. He went on for a few minutes only stopping to breathe or say something or moan. You started to feel the signs of an incoming climax but before you could say anything Eddie put two fingers inside of you, agonizingly slowly pushing in and out hitting your g-spot everytime. The cold metal of his rings lightly touching the sensitive folds Eddie had been licking for what felt like an eternity. You were a mess—moaning and calling out his name. Eddie was treating you like his last meal and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone onto his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You kept cursing and moaning as he didn’t let up and made your orgasm last as long as possible. When he finally lapped up every drop of wetness you produced. He sat up and looked at you as he licked his fingers causing you to sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He thought about how hot it was that you would be able to taste yourself left on his lips. He sat in front of you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body as reassurance to himself that you were okay. When he pulled away from you he had that concerned look on his face again,

“[y/n], are you still okay? How was that?” You could tell he needed even more reassurance and so you said,

“Eddie, that was amazing. You did such a good job. Are you okay?” He lit up at the praise and smiled before kissing you again.

“Princess, do not worry about me. I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.” He laughed lightly. You looked down and saw he was hard again. He blushed when he noticed you looking.

“It’s okay, we can stop.” But you needed him, you felt empty when his fingers left you and you knew he could fill you up even more. You looked at him dead in the eyes and said with a seriousness in your voice,

“Eddie, I said I wanted you to fuck me, so. fuck. me.” He took no hesitation to lead you to lay down on your back. He kneeled in between your legs and rubbed himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel good after.” He assured you. How had he known you were a virgin? It’s not like you had ever told him explicitly. Yeah you had touched yourself before and gave a handjob to your 8th grade boyfriend but it wasn’t as good as this. He slowly pushed inside of you and he was right, it did hurt a little. It felt tight, a tightness that he was definitely enjoying.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess. Feels so good.” He could barely get out as he hissed at the sensation. He bottomed out and began to pull out—the pain had yet to subside. When he slowly pushed back in for the second time it felt better and as he continued the pain quickly turned into pleasure and as you began moaning and throwing your head back he began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t exactly railing you as he had fantasized about but he certainly never thought he would get this far in reality so he took his time. You grabbed your legs to provide him better access and he stared at the way he went in and out of you. He bent down as his hands went from your breasts to your neck to your hair and face. You eventually grabbed his hand when it went to your neck as a sign to keep it there. He applied pressure to the sides of your neck still allowing you to breath and the lack of blood to your brain made you dizzy with pleasure.

“Aww does princess like being choked?” He said slyly.

“Fuck that’s hot”. He kept a steady pace until he was about to cum.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck. Where should I…” You interrupted him,

“Inside me, please I wanna feel it, I’m on the pill don’t worry.” You said in between heavy breaths. You felt your climax coming along as well and you knew you wanted to come with him. You changed your focus to avoid coming before him. You noticed just how hot the van had gotten and how the windows were steamed up. There wasn’t any noise outside so you assumed the game was still going. All you could hear was Eddie’s moans and heavy breaths just as you could hear yours. The sound of slapping skin wasn’t quiet either. Suddenly you were both coming together and as Eddie released into you all you could feel was the warm sensation it left. He pulled out and sat back as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. He made a mental note to never forget the sight of it. He leaned in once again to kiss you and then crawled away to find something to clean you up. His van floor was covered in blankets and pillows and magazines. Like his room it was an organized mess. He turned around with a towel in hand and assured you that it was clean. He wiped you gently leaving kisses on your forehead as he did. You both were exhausted and after finding your underwear and Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt you laid down on the van floor and closed your eyes. Eddie put on his boxers and laid next to you. You shifted your head to his chest and he placed his arm under your neck. It was nice to lay here like this. The warmth inside the van acted as your blanket as you cuddled with Eddie—both of you sticky with sweat.

“This doesn’t change anything does it?” Eddie said as he lit up a cigarette.

“No, of course not Eddie. I said that earlier.”

“Yeah but is this going to be us now? Best friends who fucked that one time?”

“I don’t know and I’m too tired to think about it. Let’s just lay like this for a little longer.” Eddie wanted to bring up how he felt for you but he decided it wasn’t the best time. You lifted your head up and planted a kiss on his jaw,

“Thank you for tonight. I really did enjoy it Eddie.” You saw him smile as you closed your eyes. Truth was, you didn’t want this to be the last time but you figured you could talk about it another time. Eddie always felt his heart race when you referred to him by his name. Most of the time people just called him ‘freak’ but you actually viewed him as a person with feelings and he couldn’t have been more grateful. You both fell asleep as your hand played with the string of his necklaces.

*********************************************

You woke up a few hours later, Eddie was awake and smoking a cigarette, his arm still wrapped behind your head. You sat up a bit and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a long drag. Without saying anything you handed it back to him. You found your pants and jacket and left without saying anything. You didn’t know what to say and anything you could’ve said would have only made things more awkward. You left the van and as you looked back at Eddie his eyes were worried. He didn’t dare say anything either. You got back home and immediately went to sleep—or at least tried as your mind raced with memories of only hours before. You liked spending time with Eddie and it was true when you said he was hot—it’s just that you never considered what it would be like to date him. Truth be told you were scared of commitment and you didn’t even know if he liked you that way or not. The harsh thought that he was just friends with you for sex, settled in and made you even more worried. You purposely avoided drama and deep relationships with people. Sam was your best friend and you told her everything about your current life but that didn’t mean she knew anything about your life before Hawkins. Same went for Eddie. You hung out and he knew stupid shit like your favorite color and movie but not the things that really mattered and you didn’t care for people to know those things because you knew one day you would just move somewhere else or go to college and then it wouldn’t matter.

You laid in bed overthinking for hours. Thank god it was a Friday and you could have the weekend to think and just be alone. You slept, listened to your tapes and did homework the entire weekend and suddenly it was Monday. You didn’t want to see Eddie, you decided it was better to just not think about what had happened and you knew if you saw Eddie that one, he would want to talk and two, you had to think about it. You avoided Eddie the entire week and even though he made attempts to come up and talk to you in the lunch line and at your locker, you just walked away. Eddie’s concern for you and the relationship you had turned to anger with you for ignoring him. It escalated to the point where he showed up to your house Friday night in the middle of a thunderstorm. You happened to be in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your door. You were no less than shocked when you opened the door to reveal a soaked Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing here?...Oh my god, just come in.” He stepped through the door, he seemed upset and angry even. He looked at you and then turned his head to see your parents in the living room watching TV and then back at you. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you up the stairs.

“Door open.” Your mom lazily yelled as you were dragged into your room. Eddie closed the door behind you and sat on your desk chair, still soaking wet. You grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to him. His head was in his hands as he looked at the floor—he still hadn’t said a word.

“Eddie, what is going on? You can’t just come here and drag me to my room without saying anything!” You were angry and had to remind yourself not to yell. Eddie used the towel to dry his face and without looking up he said,

“You’re the one who hasn’t said anything. You’ve been ignoring me all week.” He had a seriousness in his voice that you weren’t used to hearing.

“Eddie, I–”

“Don’t. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything.” He finally looked up at you. You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I just didn’t know what to say Eddie. It was just too much. I mean everything happened so fast and I just didn’t know what to say and I knew if I saw you, that would mean I would’ve had to think about it.”

“Do you regret it, [y/n]?”

“Eddie, no of course not. I just didn’t know what was going to happen after and I was too scared that things would change and I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.” You spoke slowly trying to find the best way to convey how you felt even though you didn’t really know yourself.

“Fuck, [y/n], you just left me in there and I thought I was never gonna see you again and then when you ignored me at school, my worst nightmare was coming true.” Being the slight asshole you were, you said,

“Me not talking to you is your worst nightmare?” There was a sense of sarcasm in your voice but Eddie was too focused to notice.

“You know I like you right?” He looked back down to the floor to avoid seeing whatever reaction you had.

“Eddie, I—fuck, this is all so confusing—Eddie…I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed sleeping with you. And I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’ve always just thought of you as a friend. And there was a part of me that thought maybe you were just being my friend just to eventually have sex with me. And I—”

“Never in a million years.”

“What?” Eddie got up and sat next to you taking your hands in his.

“Never in a fucking million years would I just use you for sex”. His anger seemed to subside into concern.

“I…I just think I need time, Eddie. This is a lot all at once and I’m not used to these kinds of relationships with people.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I will always be here waiting for you.” It was true. Eddie would wait. Never in his life had someone made him feel more human than you did. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek—his still soaked hair brushing against you. The way Eddie was kind and always concerned for you melted your heart. You could cry just thinking about it. He was loud and confident but when he was with you, you could tell just how much he cared about you—he was softer. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and thought about kissing him, but you stopped yourself not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were. You didn’t know how to respond so you stood up and grabbed the towel you tossed him earlier. You brought it over and placed it over his head.

“Come on, we gotta get you dried off.” You let out a slight laugh and rubbed the towel over his hair much like how you would dry off a dog. He grabbed your forearms and let the towel slide to the floor. He looked at you once again with his soft eyes and stood up still holding onto you.

“Can I kiss you?” He said so quietly, that you could barely hear him. He continued,

“I know things are a mess right now but I—”. Before he could say anything else you kissed him bringing your hands to his face as his hands slid to your hips resting there gently. The kiss was loving, not full of desire or passion but care and concern for one another. You let go and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I mean it. It was shitty. I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault for being too forward.”

“No Eddie, enough of that shit. I did something stupid and I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything back but hugged you harder. You backed away and started walking downstairs, he followed.

“I’ll see you Monday Eddie. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you princess.” He said with a smile and left back into the rain. It’s not like you could tell your parents about the current situation so you called Sam. Sam was friends with everyone. She was kind and respectful and was always doing one extracurricular or another and she always gave you the best advice. Sam functioned as though she had her whole life planned out, she knew who she wanted to be and you were just glad she wouldn’t judge you for the story you were about to tell her.

—Sorry for the abrupt cutoff! I swear I’m writing more as you read this! Stay tuned!

[bee-cried]

Blues Daydream I had recurringly over the past few days.

I've written some of the daydream down but I never really put together a coherent story, so I'm just retelling it from memory mostly. (Content warning for the mention of sex.)

It starts of with them at like ...13 (?) The RRB are neutral and have befriended the ppg. Bubbles has a crush on Boomer (she starts crushing on him when she's like... 8)

There's a porch swing in this really pretty picnic park that Bubbles likes to visit a lot. It's surrounded by lots of bushes and flowers. She usually sits there by herself until Boomer starts showing up. He usually joins her to show her the songs he's learned on his acoustic guitar (he doesn't have a special musical talent but i love the fanon idea of Boomer being a music fanatic. Its very fitting, so I always imagine that he naturally just ends up gravitating towards music). They'll stay there for hours (especially during the summer) singing songs they know or just talking.

He gets really comfortable with Bubbles and they look forward to seeing one another.

And this scene stuck out to me in my head specifically...

***

Boomer: "Bubbles,  I have to tell you something. "

Boomer: *Kisses her on the cheek.*

Bubbles and Boomer: ...

Bubbles: "What is it that you have to tell me?"

Boomer: *laughs,  blushing* "I only said that as a cover up to kiss you."

Bubbles: "Oh! Well I have to tell you something  too then..."

Bubbles: *Kisses him*

Boomer: *surprised* " You just… kissed me on the lips…"

Bubbles: "I know…" :) "DON'T TELL THE PROFESSOR." (She panics)

Boomer: *Blushing and smug* "I won't. "

They both giggle. He strums his guitar. 

***

Later in the daydream he asks her on a date. She tells the Professor, because she's over joyed but unfortunately, the professor doesnt approve because Boomer is a villain and he doesn't want Bubbles to date a "punk who'll just break her heart."

Bubbles is really upset (she cry's about it) and she ends up trying to sneak out. She tells Buttercup who doesn't really care (until Bubbles involves allowance money.) to cover for her. Later, Bubbles tells Kim, Mary and Robin and they agree to help her sneak out for her first date, saying they'll let her cover by telling the professor she's at a sleepover with Robin.

There's a scene I imagine where all the girls put together money to buy a really pretty spaghetti strapped dress that comes with a white, light material-like shawl that's also like a jacket (i hope you understand what i mean lol.) Anyway, it's really gorgeous and they sneak it in. Kim explains to Bubbles this technique she read in a magazine. She tells Bubbles when Boomer looks at her to untie the shawl "like this" and only wear the dress part.

Bubbles sneaks out on the date with Boomer. They go to like some fun kids place with an indoor trampoline and an arcadia.

***

The night was a little breezy but that was alright since Bubbles figured most of the night would be spent indoors. She saw the arcadia lights come into place and began to steer down. As she landed she spotted Boomer in the usual Hollister shirt and jeans- well actually those jeans looked sort of new. Maybe they were.

He turned to her and smiled at her appearance. She suddenly felt a smidgen bad for having to make him wait so long. If only she didn't have to stay out of sight from the professor. "You actually waited for me?"

"For you, I'd wait until the ends of the universe." He grinned. Her heart pounded.

She blushes as he leads her into the fun place by the hand. Entering her attention was instantly caught by the sounds of the indoor trampoline, ticket counters and all the acrcade games to play. Pop music played over the rush of kids and preteens like her running around.

She smiled in awe, "Wow," she said aloud, eyeing all of her options to play with.

"Pretty cool right?" Boomer said, smiling back at her. She'd felt the heat of their hands at his gentle expression. She'd just realized they were approaching a short line. "It's pretty new. I think it opened last month. I've been eyeing this place for weeks. " he said unable to hide his own excitement.

She blushed and giggled.

Soon they were routed to cubbys to put some of there belongings in.

"Really? Cubbys? It's like we're in fifth grade all over again." Boomer sneers as he sets some items inside. "Well I guess you don't have much to put in but your purse..." His words drifts off as he watches her excitedly undo her shawl, stuffing it into her cubby. "Uh...." He mutters before she grabs his hand.

"Yeah we're sooo old for cubbys now," she agreed grinning. He looks at her, blushing slightly. "Come on!" She exclaims as she tugs him eagerly along towards the trampoline.

***

They go to the trampoline, play games and he even buys her fro yo, they admit to each other that they're their first dates.

***

"So Harry and Julie are definitely dating now." Boomer comments as they watch their friends at the other end of the arcadia play games. Harry looked a little shy but Julie was very open and boisterous.

Bubbles giggled, "yeah, I guess they are." She said as she eyed them. She and Boomer were in the cafe part of the arcadia. They'd picked a table but there were also small booths and a stage at the front.

"I wonder what got them together." Boomer said thoughtfully. "They're so different from each other, I never would have guessed."

Bubbles ate a spoonful of her fro yo, "Maybe. You know what they say, opposites attract." She grinned. He turned back to her, catching her grinning and smiling himself. It was probably they're tenth time they did that tonight. Bubbles didn't know, she wasn't actually counting how many times, she just knew every time it happened it made her heart flutter.

"Y' know..." Boomer started, looking back at his fro yo. "You're the first girl I've ever asked on a date." He said tilting his head a little.

The butterflies in Bubbles stomach made her dizzy, "you're the first boy I've ever dated."

Their eyes met and the sound of the arcadia went fuzzy. She was looking for something else to say but her heart felt like it was caught in her throat-

A high-pitched blare sounded from the speakers, and they both jumped, blushing madly. A tall man took to the stage in front of them.

***

And whaddya know, it's karaoke night.

So Boomer asks her to sing a song on stage with him, even though she's extremely shy. They sing some pop song that's somewhat relevant in the year 2006 (I imagine 'Anything but Ordinary' by Avril but I dunno). It's the first time Boomer hears Bubbles sing and he's really shocked but RUH ROH the professor (and a very guilty looking Buttercup) appear admist the crowd of preteens and ... Yeah, she gets in trouble.

At home, the professor scolds her more (he has good intentions. He really just wants to protect Bubbles.) Bubbles ends up crying because the professor won't 'accept their love'. (There's a scene that plays in my head where Robin shows up and she see's Bubbles crying. Bubbles starts declaring that she doesn't care that Boomer is a Rowdyruff boy she 'loves him'...

***

Bubbles: "And I don't care what anybody else says, he's not that evil! He can't help who his parents are!"

Robin: "I know but... The Professor makes a good point. Are you sure you want to date Boomer?"

Bubbles: *looks at her with a 'really' look through her glossy eyes.*

Robin: "Oh yeah. I forgot. He's been your crush since you were 8 years old. "

***

The next day she goes to talk to him but he's like "uh... Yeah, I actually wanna... Break up." She thinks it's because of how the date ended (Professor was not a happy man when he retrieved Bubbles that night. Also she was wearing a spaghetti-strapped dress. It was too cold outside!) He reassures her its not because of how the date ended, he just... Sort of realized he wasnt really all that into her like he thought he was (?). Also, he has a growing suspension that the Professor hates his guts. And his explanation for why he's suddenly breaking up with Bubbles is ridiculous...

***

"It was more of like... How does Brick put it?" Boomer puts a thoughtful hand up to his chin, "a fleeting moment...?" He smiles in recollection. "Yeah, I think it was just a fleeting moment."

Bubbles looked down at the tile, her voice soft, "But I thought you liked me..."

"I do like you!" He justified, instantly. Then he looked away, a little hesitant, "I just... Just as a friend though." He looks at her, a bit guilt-ridden, "y'know?"

***

...but sadly that's all she can get out of him is that he just doesn't think they'd make a good couple.

Back at home, the professor talks with Bubbles again. He explains to her that he's sorry for berating her. He trusts her to make the right decisions and who she dates shouldn't be decided by him. He encourages Bubbles to date "who her heart says it right for her" but she stuns him by agreeing that Boomer is no good and that she doesn't want to date him.... Or maybe anyone else at the moment.

So going to that porch swing in the middle of the park is never really the same because she's either alone or Boomer is occupying it before she gets there (he's lowkey waiting for her but obviously Bubbles is not in the mood to entertain him anymore.)

Then high school happens and they're in a weird zone of 'we're exes, but are we really exes because we dated when we were 13 and that was only for one day, and we used to be so close before that.' Slowly, they start talking again (they share classes) and Bubbles starts having a crush on him again but then Boomer just HAS to be an oblivious goof and get a girlfriend. Some hot, popular girl from the cheer squad who everyone says looks like Meghan Foxes younger sister, so Bubbles is like "aw poo." But bubbles isn't heartbroken just slightly disappointed.

Well, Bubbles joins the cheer squad and Boomers hot, popular girlfriend who looks like Meghan Foxes younger sister isn't very fond of that. I don't know what Boomers gf name is but she's jealous of Bubbles, as well as, Bubbles relationship with Boomer (the school knows about their middle school fling.) Meghan Fox jr starts shit-talking Bubbles to Boomer or when Boomer is hanging out with her and her friends ("she's literally so weird, the other day I saw her talking to a squirrel." "Does she like *snorts* ever grow up?" "Omg did you see the outfit she put together the other day? She looks and sounds like an overgrown 6th grader") but "surprisingly" Boomer always tries to shut that shit down, and every time Meghan fox jr asks Boomer why he says it's because Bubbles is his friend.

Meanwhile, Bubbles meets this guy accompanying the porch swing one school evening, she goes over and it's Mike. He's been away from Townsville for some time and he's come back because his parents needed to move back awhile and you can sort of see where this is going...

Bubbles and Mike start hanging out a lot. Boomer is taken aback by the relationship Bubbles and Mike has because he starts gaining feelings for Bubbles again. Meghan Fox jr tries to isolate Bubbles from the cheer squad because she suspects her boyfriend is more into Bubbles than her. School dance happens, school dance shenanigans. There's a talent show in there somewhere that Bubbles agrees to perform a song with Boomer for their partners. Valentine's day shits. And other small scenarios... But through all this time Boomer is regaining those feelings he once had for Bubbles and he becomes a lot more jealous.

Meghan Fox Jr's antics become a lot more mean-spirited as well. (Especially during junior year The principal has to step in and Bubbles ends up leaving the squad on her own terms. ) and after that huge occurrence, Boomer is completely turned off by Meghan Fox jr. He breaks up with her.

Unfortunately, he's kicked from his friend group and a lot of rumors are spread about Boomer (most likely by Meghan Fox jr.) Boomer and Meghan Fox jr had a very.... Affectionate(?) relationship...

Basically, when your parents don't really care about what you do in your free time or who you hang out with, and you're young and curious and you have an attractive bf/gf, sex can happen. And sex was what made Boomer and Meghan Fox jr stay together. She uses that after they break up to harass him though.

Uhm, Mike's parents have to move again, so he and Bubbles agree it's best if they broke up before he moves away.

Okay. So back at square one. Bubbles and Boomer are single and they like each other- well really, Boomer likes Bubbles. Bubbles admires him, but now she's over the crush thing lol.

So now Boomer is set on Bubbles. He ends up revisiting that porch swing only to find Bubbles is there. (During his relationship with Meghan Fox jr. he avoids it. Partially because he's in a relationship and also because when Bubbles and Mike are together, they usually occupy the swing.) Again they swing and sit for hours like when they were younger.

He finds his new growing attraction is unbearable in the sense that, there is a constant attraction he has to her that he can't manipulate. He goes through a lot of inner turmoil trying to find out why he likes her even though she's clearly over him, so shouldn't he be the same? He's fighting the attraction, trying to ignore it but the more they hang out the more it grows. And that continues into the summer before they're seniors.

With a lot more free time, they spend more time together but it's usually outings with their friends (unless he meets her in the park on the porch swing). Their bond continues to build but Bubbles is unsure if he likes her, and he's unsure if she likes him and then my brain just skips to a night when they're on the swing...

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Boomer strummed his guitar as the crickets sung around them, the swing light dim. He suddenly stops his strumming, "Hey remember when you kissed me? When we were 13?"

Bubbles laughed and covered her lips, her cheeks colored slightly, "that was so long ago." She turned her eyes to him, "when we were kids."

"Oh yeah. And that epic date I took you on." He recalled. She shoved him light-heartedly.

"You dated me for a day and left me broken-hearted for two months." She grinned smug.

Boomer's eyes widened, "2 months? You were that into a dumb kid like me?"

"Of course I was," she said her eyes, not on him but looking at the stars above them. The night was beautiful and warm. She drew her knees on the swing as she gazed up. " I always liked you... Ever since we were kids I kinda..." He watched as she giggled awkwardly and her cheeks became even redder. She finally shrugged and turned her gaze to him, "I kinda told my friends I was in love with you."

He thought this over as their eyes locked. His heart felt like it was going to jump through his chest.

She looked back at the stars, "I even told the Professor." Her eyes had a small shimmer in them. "It was-" she scoffed and dropped her head, shaking it, "it was so stupid honestly."

He wanted to touch her hand, but it was wrapped around her knees, holding them together. He thought of all the things he could do. He could rest his arms on the seat, almost on her shoulders. He could scoot closer until they were touching. He could fiddle with the shoelace of her shoe.

Instead, he scoffed as well and turned his attention to the neck of his guitar, hoping she couldn't tell he was blushing. "Yeah. We were pretty dumb."

***

They end up talking about their childhood and one thing leads to another and they kiss. But nothing interrupts them so it's just awkward and they say bye.

Eventually, they start dating and yeaaaaah... If this were going to be a fic, I pretty much spoiled it lmao. But i wanted to share that with you guys cause i know there are other blues stans out there and we don't get that much love in the "more serious" fanfic department so I know every little thing adds up 😌👌

I honestly wish i could stay committed to writing a fic but i have horrible self-discipline and initiative D: Sorry y'all but i hope you enjoyed it c:

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Snowstorm | MYG

~summary:

Strange things happen in the woods when you return home for Christmas. And why does your mum insist you stay away from Min Yoongi?

Yoongi x female reader

~word count: 6k

~magic au, jack frost au, childhood friend au, angst, fluff

Rating: pg

Warnings: overbearing parent, rumours and gossip, swearing, storms and bad weather

~a/n: got this one out just in time... this is my fic for November keyword ‘magic’ for @thebtswritersclub​!! This started from the bingo square ‘jack frost’, one I wasn’t sure whether to write, but it was perfect for a magic au, so I hope you enjoy it! Keep a lookout for more festive fics from me over December,, I’ve just realised quite how many fics I have to find time to write among my end of term essays yAy

They’re cutting the trees down in the forest.

It’s not as young as it once was, but neither are you. You come back to it every year, these woods. Someone needs to look after it. Not like you do that, but at least taking the time to come back and see it makes you feel a little better.

Maybe you aren’t looking after it, but at least you’re looking.

Being home from college is… fun. Mostly.

You love your family, but you sure as hell love these woods too, for when you’ve had enough. There’s one tree that forks into two, right at the heart, that you cried under countless times throughout your childhood.

Now it’s more for nostalgia. Coming home for the long college holidays, you’ve grown up and your family let you do your thing, so you don’t generally have a need to sob your heart out in the wilderness anymore.

Wow, this is making your childhood sound really bad. It wasn’t.

But whenever it was, the woods were there.

Winter is making itself felt now, air slowly numbing your face and fingers. You trail them across the bark of a tree you pass before digging them reluctantly into your coat pockets.

This tree doesn’t look too healthy. Though it still felt normal, the bark is thinning. You wonder if it will live to see new leaves in the spring.

Overhead, the dappled grey sky bears a heavier shadow. You should probably be getting back soon. Making your way, without hurrying, towards the edge of the trees, you trod over their forgotten leaves as they faded into the ground.

Soon the soft carpet of the forest petered out and you found yourself on the familiar roads that led back to your house.

No one else really seemed to be about apart from you. Except for whoever that was that just came around the corner. Hold on-

Is Min Yoongi back here? Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod-

Sucking in a deep breath, you did your utmost to avoid staring at him, eyes trailing along the ground instead. As you drew closer to each other, your grew heartbeat louder in your ears.

Now that wasn’t fair. You were meant to be over this.

But of course that was never the case.

Min Yoongi had grown up here too, a boisterous child that grew into a reserved teenager. What he was doing with himself now, you had no idea, but what was important is that he was here right now. Because maybe the monster crush you harboured for him had never really gone away.

In school, you two had been friends. Not the closest, but you would hang out together, always too shy to really talk. Now the course of life had taken you two apart; you weren’t sure you had spoken to him since you were sixteen.

Okay, he was only steps away now. You had to stay calm.

Act natural. Pretend you haven’t seen him.

Wait, no. That would be impossible. There’s only the two of you on this road, how could you not notice him?

You didn’t want to come off as rude if you ignored him.

In your panic, you looked up to find his eyes trained on you already. While your brain was busy short-circuiting, you settled for a small smile and a quick wave.

For one mortifying moment, you thought he didn’t recognise you at all. His eyebrows remained slightly creased, but just as you were nearly past him, his eyes widened.

“Y/N!”

The wide smile that had taken over his face retreated into a small, shy one as you stopped.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you smiled back.

“What are you up to?” he asked, glancing briefly to the end of the road you had just come from. Towards the forest.

“Just out for a walk,” you explained, “getting away from my family for a bit.”

“I can understand that,” he laughed quietly, scratching absently behind one ear.

“I didn’t realise you were back here,” you prompted after he trailed off, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, and you,” he nodded, “it’s strange being back sometimes, but it’s good you’re here too.”

Despite the cold, your felt heat in your cheeks. What did he just say?

“I-I mean,” he stuttered, “like, it’s weird, when things are different than you remember them , and so it’s nice when you see someone familiar… yeah.”

“Yeah, yeah, I totally get you,” you swallowed, laughing nervously, “like the forest, it’s not the same anymore-“

“Not the same,” he grimaced, then froze, realising you spoke in unison.

Wide eyed, laughter bubbled from both of you

“Are you going there now?” you asked, “it’s a bit cold isn’t it?”

As the two of you had stood talking, the light had steadily drained from the sky.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he smirked.

Surprised by his sudden confidence, you just smiled.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I should probably be getting home, though.”

“Sure,” he nodded quickly.

“See you.”

Glancing at the inky sky, you turned to leave, hands delving deeper into the warmth of your coat pockets, when Yoongi cleared his throat behind you.

“Um…”

Now a few steps away from him, you looked over your shoulder.

“We should catch up some time. Properly. If-if you’d like.”

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled widely.

“Nice. I’ll, um, see you soon.”

He gave you a wave, smile dancing on his lips. The moment you turned away, you bit your lip, trying to contain your grin. Practically bouncing your way home, your cheeks were burning by the time you reached your front door.

Stiff fingers fiddling with the key, at last you let yourself in.

No doubt hearing you stomping your shoes on the doormat, your mum came around the corner.

“You were gone a while,” she observed.

“Yeah, bumped into Yoongi on the way back,” you begrudgingly explained.

“Min Yoongi?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I remember when you used to have a silly crush on that boy!” she laughed. Kicking your shoes off, you rolled your eyes but followed her through to the kitchen.

“His family’s always been very strange though,” she continued, “they don’t really talk to anyone. Half the time I don’t even know if there’s anyone at home.”

“You’re spying on their house now?” you joked.

“Well, when they’re shut in all summer, you can’t help wondering,” she defended, “very strange, the lot of them… you would do well to stay away from them, Y/N.”

“But-“

“You’re not even friends with him, why should it be an issue?”

“You’re right,” you sighed.

It was easier to let it slide.

They’re cutting the trees down in the forest.

Walking between the ones that still stand, Yoongi’s mind is still full of you. At least someone else still saw this place. Still cared.

And truth be told, he still cared about you. A chance to see the forest and a chance to speak to you were what kept bringing him back. It would be easy to find another forest somewhere, some wide open space, wilder than this.

But there was a soft spot in his heart for his hometown.

Raising a hand above his head, he sent the last few leaves clinging to a branch spiralling down to the floor on a gust of wind. As he lowered his arm, he let his fingers trail across the bark, leaving frost in their wake.

It was hard, having to hide. His mother told him he couldn’t get close to anyone here. Anyone that didn’t know.

Even playing with you as five-year-olds had been crossing the line, apparently.

On the ground, the leaves cleared from his path. The wind blew colder, skeletal branches rattling together as clouds knitted closer together above.

At the heart of the forest, there was a tree whose trunk forked into two. Climbing nimbly up into the gap, he settled himself and planted his palms against the bark.

“Y/N, go and fetch the bin. It’s frosty again.”

Without questioning, you did as your mother said. She was right about the frost. Unlike her, though, you adored it. Just outside your doorstep, you stopped to stare at the thin coating of white that covered the street.

Every house, every garden, every car was painted with the delicate brush strokes of winter.

Once you had tugged the bin up the drive, you found your mother still talking inside.

“Thanks, love,” she smiled, placing a bowl in front of you, “gosh, I can’t wait for summer again. I can’t stand it’s so cold all the time.”

Instead of voicing your disagreement, you hummed noncommittally as you poured yourself some cereal.

Maybe you would go back to the forest later. It was all you daydreamed about as you munched on your breakfast before retreating to your room.

Until someone knocked on the door.

What you hadn’t seen was the fist hovering over wood, raising and lowering countless times before it finally sounded through your house. Frowning, you stood from your bed and peeked around your window frame.

Min Yoongi was standing in front of your house.

Min Yoongi was standing in front of your house.

The distinct sound of the door swinging open downstairs snapped you from your reverie, frozen on the spot. Shutting your gaping mouth, you looked around, panicked. Your mother was speaking.

You crossed your room in no less than two strides, throwing the door open and speeding down the stairs.

“What brings you here?” your mum was saying as you dashed up behind her.

“Hi Yoongi!” you exclaimed, panting slightly, “thanks mum.”

But of course she couldn’t take the hint. As you waited with bated breath for her to leave the two of you alone, she just looked slowly between you instead.

“You’re here to see my daughter?”

Yoongi swallowed hard under her stare.

“Yes, he is, mum,” you spoke, tone strained.

Really, sometimes it was like you never left. You felt like you had been transported straight back to your school years, asking your mum for permission to go out.

“And we’re going out,” you said firmly when greeted with silence.

Grabbing your coat, you slipped past her.

“Strange to see him out,” she muttered.

Praying Yoongi didn’t hear her sly comment, you hastily shut the door.

“Sorry,” you grimaced, “where do you fancy?”

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Following his lead, you fell into step, heading away from your house.

“I see why you prefer the trees for company.”

Now that startled a laugh out of you. Clamping a hand over your mouth, you stared at Yoongi walking beside you. He didn’t seem fazed, suddenly confident again beside you, hands buried in his hoodie as he kicked his feet walking along.

Lost quickly in conversation, you walked together until you found him leading you towards a small café.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, hot chocolate?” you answered timidly.

Smiling, he disappeared inside and reappeared very soon with two steaming takeaway cups.

“Thanks,” you breathed, taking one warm cup from his fingers and cradling it between your own.

“Didn’t want you to get cold.”

And it certainly did help. Of course you next walked down towards the woods, without a word passing between you about your destination. With the warmth flowing through you, you were perfectly content to keep going through the chilly air as you ditched the cups in a bin.

“Do you remember when Tae got stuck in that tree?” Yoongi commented.

Looking to where he gestured, you laughed.

“It was that one?”

“Yep, it’s still got that branch snapped off,” he pointed.

“Oh, yeah,” you giggled, “that feels so long ago now, doesn’t it?”

Sighing, he took another sip.

“Yeah. It does.”

Silence settled for a short moment, only your muffled steps sounding in the woods.

“Do you know if the others ever come back here?” you wondered aloud.

“Haven’t seen any of them,” he shrugged.

Way back when, there was a huge group at school, which was how you grew connected to Yoongi. There was still a group chat buried somewhere in your phone, but you hadn’t heard from most of them in a long time.

“It’s just us then,” you mused.

“I guess it is,” Yoongi said, a large smile spreading onto his face.

Then he halted, stooping down to the floor. Beside him, you watched him in confusion.

Until he sprung up, a handful of fallen leaves suddenly finding their way into your face.

“Yah!” you shrieked, throwing your hands up too late.

As the last one fell from your spluttering face, you found the shape of Yoongi several trees away, running. Mouth falling open, you instantly gave chase, quickly reaching down for a bundle of your own leaves.

“Min Yoongi!” you yelled, a reply reaching you in the form of his breathless laughter.

Pushing yourself on, your feet pounded towards him. He slowed, going over a slope, giving you opportunity enough to catch up, launching the leaves at his back.

“Argh!” he laughed, arms flapping from beneath the flurry of leaves.

But you couldn’t revel in your revenge for long, as another faceful of leaves was booted towards you. You only caught a glimpse of his gummy smile for a moment before he saw your glare and bolted again.

A gust of wind hindered you pursuit, throwing more soggy leaves at you.

Up ahead, Yoongi was scrambling up a tree. Just as you reached it, he seated himself on a branch, out of your reach. Breathless with laughter, you still tried, flinging leaves up in the air towards him.

They barely reached his feet, swinging above you, instead floating for a pathetic moment before falling right back on top of you.

Shaking them from your head, you heard Yoongi’s loud laughter above you.

Looking up, you were met with an enormous gummy smile as he slipped back down the tree, dropping deftly onto the ground, shoulders still shaking with laughter.

“Sorry,” he panted.

He reached a hand out towards you then. Frozen in surprise, you watched as his thumb met your nose, quickly swiping across it. Cold lingered there as his hand came away, a slight smudge of mud wiped on it.

Self consciously rubbing your nose yourself, you let out a chuckle, a shiver passing through you only a moment later.

“Shit, are you cold?” his smile faltered.

“It’s okay,” you assured, “we’ve just been running about. I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he frowned slightly.

Turning away a little, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Going with him, you two headed across the woods to the other edge, where you could look over your town as it fell away into countryside. The sky was striped with clouds, yellowish light dimming behind them.

This felt good.

You’ve always liked this forest, hated sharing it with anyone else. But you didn’t mind with Yoongi. After so long, it was odd how quickly you felt comfortable. How fast your feelings resurfaced.

And you couldn’t help wondering…

“Hey, Yoongi?”

“Hmm?”

“Was this… meant to mean anything?”

“What do you mean?” he turned towards you.

You swallowed. Fuck. You might have just shoved your foot in it.

“Er, well, I mean, like, a date or something?” you spoke nervously.

The moment his eyebrows raised, you were certain you had made a mistake.

“Well, no…”

Oh shit.

“But it can be.”

You blinked.

“Say that again?”

“It can be,” he chuckled, warm smile making another appearance.

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure I heard you right,” you said, stunned, turning back to the view. Then you glanced back at him. “So you wouldn’t be opposed to a date?”

“Nope,” he shook his head.

“With me?”

A chuckle responded. “Yes, Y/N. With you.”

In the corner of your eye, a flicker of movement. But then it stopped. Looking around, you saw Yoongi return his hand to his pocket, casting his eyes down.

By the time you were both approaching your driveway again, it was forgotten. You were practically glowing.

Until you saw the figure of your mother in the front window.

The moment she laid eyes on you, she was gone from the window and appeared in the doorway instead.

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered, sharing a glance with Yoongi, “this has been really fun…”

Getting the message, he sent you a smile that squeezed his eyes.

Then he slowed beside you and you carried on, pulling away with a smile of your own.

As you drew closer, your mum stepped out and down the steps.

“Are you alright? Where did you go?” she asked straight away.

She really was worried about this, huh?

“Mum, it’s fine,” you frowned, unable to help the look over your shoulder, “we just went for a walk, what’s the problem?”

If this was her reaction to you spending time with the guy platonically, you thought it safer to leave out the other details for now.

“I told you, something’s not right with him,” she hissed, clearly trying to keep a low voice. Not that she was successful.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” you urged.

Glancing back just before you closed the door, you saw Yoongi turning away. You longed to reach for him, call out to him…

The door clicked shut.

In front of you, your mother stood with folded arms.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know about him, Y/N,” she shook her head, “since he was a child, he’s always been… different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, whenever there was an accident on the playground, he always seemed to be around. All of us parents knew, it’s why I told you to be careful with him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Vaguely, you recalled her saying something like that, but you must have been very small. Either way, perhaps you did stray away from him on the playground.

“No one ever knew for sure, but there were rumours,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead, “maybe he was just troublesome and liked pushing other kids over, but then his family… they never tried to fit in here.”

“And the town gossip has you this worried?” you asked, incredulous.

“I was pleased you were staying away from him in school,” she glared at you, “so where’s this come from? I hoped that silly crush was over.”

“If I was in trouble I would tell you, and you know that,” you stepped forwards, “but I can be with whoever I like! I’m not in school anymore, and Yoongi’s a grown adult too.”

Her eyebrows shot upwards.

“So you’re with him now?”

“…maybe, but what does it matter? It’s what I want to do, mum, I’ll be fine.”

Met with your pleading eyes, she merely glared back, arms tightly folded. She exhaled steadily through her nose.

“Just come and have dinner.”

It started snowing.

You knew your mum wouldn’t want you to go outside in that. But maybe that made it all the more appealing.

She wasn’t over it, and you knew it. Sly comments kept coming your way over dinner, riling you up. Why was she letting schoolground gossip get in the way of you and Yoongi?

By the end of dinner, you were reaching the end of your tether.

If you could just go for a walk, cool off. Literally. Stepping outside, you already hugged your coat a little bit tighter around you.

Just to the forest and back, not far beyond the streetlights, then come back. But as your feet stomped through the newly settling snow, stray flakes catching in your hair, your scowl never lifted.

Your mum had never been too controlling, so why was she so riled up about this one thing? And something that was so important to you? Since school you had had a crush on Yoongi, all those years hanging onto every smile, every laugh, and now something was finally coming true.

Of course that wouldn’t be allowed. Of course, in her book, a bad child grew into a bad adult.

It was true that this town could be very self-contained and you were well used to news circulating. No wonder you hadn’t seen Yoongi back here before. You wanted this to be your chance.

Head turned down against the oncoming snow, you blinked cold flakes from your eyelashes. It was thicker now, blurring in front of you when you looked up.

A gust of wind threaded its fingers through your hair, biting across your slightly damp face. Shoulders hunching, you tried to look around you. Acting of their own accord, your feet had carried you to the forest.

You should head back.

Turning on the spot, you squinted through the darkness for the streetlights at the edge of the trees.

But darkness surrounded you.

Stomach dropping, you rubbed your hands together in front of you. Definitely should have worn gloves.

The white that now coated the forest floor and its branches reflected the precious little moonlight that could reach you here, letting you know you were among the larger trees. Your mind whirled with panic almost as fast as the snow falling around you.

When a shiver shook your frame, you knew you had to move.

If you picked a direction, you would surely find a way back eventually. The forest wasn’t that big, was it?

Maybe they had cut down some trees, but it turned out the woodland was not small. At least, it didn’t feel that way when cold water was seeping through your jeans and clinging to your face and hair. Try as you might to carve out a straight path, the snowstorm was growing, wind forcing you to lower your head.

Still, all you could see was darkness, the ghosts of trees looming from behind the blizzard in the air.

Sniffling, you tried to fight off the panicked tears threatening to spill. This had all been a bad idea. You just wanted to get home.

But unbeknownst to you, someone else was in the woods too.

Not many trees away, perched in his usual spot, Yoongi’s palms met the gnarled bark as he channelled his energy. The storm fell peacefully around him. Breathing deeply, he felt himself letting go.

He knew what this town thought of him. He hadn’t been careful enough, like his parents had told him to. He just never thought that anyone would still remember, not least your mother.

But he couldn’t claim she was wrong. Being Jack Frost came with its dangers, its responsibilities.

And he should have known better. He just wanted you, badly enough that he decided to go for it against his better judgement.

His sadness made itself known in storms like this: not violent or noisy, just cold.

As the white flakes filled the air, he looked out across the darkness of the forest. Wind tugged gently at his white hair but the snow didn’t touch him, evaporating before it hit his shoulders.

He called another gust of wind, threading it through the air, across the land.

When it reached him, it carried something with it.

His eyes opened, looking around through the storm to see where it had come from. It was normal for the branches to rattle, for animals to scurry home, but that wasn’t either sound. It sounded like a person. And not a happy one.

No one else should be out here.

Turning his head left and right, he finally made out a shadowy shape a few trees away.

Quickly and quietly, he slid off his perch, obscuring his body with the trunk of the tree. Around him, the snow calmed a little, drifting calmly once more.

As the person walked closer, he saw them wipe a hand across their cheek. And that sound came again. Were they… crying?

Louder this time, and finally they stepped into a lighter patch…

His eyes widened. What the hell were you doing out here? Assessing you with a flick of his eyes, he knew you must be freezing.

When you stopped suddenly, turning around as your shoulders slumped, he had to force himself to stay behind his tree.

Briefly wetting his lips with his tongue, he looked towards the shortest way out. Why weren’t you going that way? Instead, you were stumbling off in the opposite direction, looking to the ground.

“No,” he muttered urgently, head darting between you and the right path.

Then he made a snap decision.

Pursing his lips, he called up a gust of wind with a quirk of his hand, stopping you in your tracks as it collided with you forcefully. With wide eyes, you whipped around as the wind charged through the forest, carving a winding channel through the trees.

And on the path it tracked, the snow stopped, hovering in stasis along the sides as if lighting the way.

Not daring to breathe, Yoongi studied your face carefully as you stared at the space path he had created. Slowly coming to your senses, you turned your head. He ducked back behind the trunk, breaths falling shallow from his lips.

The snow suspended in the air waited with him until crunching footsteps met his ears.

Peering back out, he watched your form retreating through the woods, perfectly framed between the trees as you trod the right path.

He watched you go, knowing what he had to do.

The snow fell thicker.

Yoongi would come around soon. The day after your little escapade into the storm, he hadn’t shown his face. But that was fine. It would be weird to come back the day after your first… whatever it was. Right?

But today, he would come.

And when he did, you would make sure you got his number. In a town like this, he could easily come knocking, like he had the other day, but you were sick of waiting around like this.

All day you had been restless, failing to keep yourself from the window as you hoped to see him walking down your road. You longed to tell him about what you had seen in the woods that night.

It had taken you a while to decide you hadn’t dreamt it. But the chills running though you and the damp clothes on your radiator said otherwise. Sure, you had always felt a connection with the woods, but you never expected them to do something in return.

That was what happened, though. They had shown you the way home through the storm.

Last night, you had braved the cold to go there again. The snow lay harmlessly on the ground by now, but you had still kept your wits about you and gone before dark.

Nothing.

Maybe it would just be your little secret.

Or yours and Yoongi’s, if he ever turned up.

The urge to look out of the window returned, and you fought valiantly. Staring at the ceiling was a lot less productive than staring outside, so eventually you stood.

And gaped.

He was actually there!

Right on your driveway, biting his lip as he looked up at your house.

Or maybe…

He was looking at your mum. You stilled, having been ready to race downstairs, but now you watched in horror as your mum marched down the drive.

“Sorry, Yoongi,” you heard, “Y/N isn’t in.”

“Oh, sorry Mrs L/N,” he bowed his head, “I just wanted to talk to her-“

“Well you’ll be doing no such thing,” she snapped, “she won’t be getting mixed up with you. I think you should leave now.”

Hands shaking as they gripped the window frame, you were ready to run out to them, when you heard something in response. It was quiet, so you had to strain to hear it, but when you did you could only stare.

“Could you just… could you tell her that I like her? A lot.”

Your mum scoffed, but as she opened her mouth he continued, looking at the floor.

“-and I won’t be seeing her again. You’re right. I’ll stay away.”

Rooted on the spot, you could only gape as the figures of Yoongi and your mother stood still outside. Then your mum broke the silence.

“Very good.”

“Will you tell her?”

“You should leave,” she said firmly.

Shoulders slumping, he turned away, not even looking back. His footsteps carrying him away were what finally made you move.

“Yoongi!” you shouted, tearing down the stairs as the door slammed.

“Y/N,” your mother’s voice warned.

“What is going on!” you asked desperately, trying to move around her only to be blocked.

“He doesn’t want to see you.”

“No! That’s not true! I heard him-“

“He won’t be seeing you then. It’s for the best.”

“Why?” you cried, tears pricking at your eyes, “what is so wrong with him?”

But instead of an equal retaliation, she heaved a sigh. Blinking furiously, you watched her raise her eyes to meet yours.

“His family… they’ve lived here as long as ours. They’re all strange. Weird things happen. Some sort of… magic. And they don’t mix with us. Never have, but that’s how it should be. They’re not like us, Y/N,” she finished with emphasis.

Meanwhile, a frown had taken over your face.

“That’s- what- that’s ridiculous!” you spluttered, “he’s not magic! And if he is, I don’t care!”

And with that, you pushed past her, tumbling out onto the drive, eyes desperately scanning the bare street.

But you didn’t stop there. Ignoring the defeated calls of your mother, you started running. Yoongi couldn’t have got far; and anyway, you had an idea where he might have gone. You had to catch up. You couldn’t let go of him this easily.

Feet pounding hard on the ground beneath you, you barely noticed the darkening sky above you. Clouds swirled together, looming over your small town.

The wind picked up, throwing your hair back in your face as it tore back and forth across the path. As you dashed at last between the shadows of trees, the floor was practically crawling as leaves tossed themselves along the ground.

Some launched upwards as powerful gusts rushed through the bare branches above, and soon the pummelling of hail joined the rattling of the trees.

Stumbling to a stop deep in the forest, you whirled around, trying to spot Yoongi. Wind continued to assault you, swirling in all directions in the air, trees groaning among the whooshing air.

“Yoongi!” you called at the top of your lungs. Your voice was lost instantly in the cacophony of the storm, stinging hailstones on your cheeks the only response.

Exhaling swiftly, you took off once more, still calling out.

And then you saw him.

Shoulders hunched, his outstretched arms were braced against a tree. Though his head was lowered, you could see the heaving of his chest.

Picking up the pace, you smiled in relief.

“Yoongi!”

Instantly, he sprung away from the tree, head darting around him as he looked for you. But when he met your eyes, they only grew.

And then he was running too.

Away from you.

“Hey! Yoongi!” you shouted after him.

But a roar from the forest drowned you out.

Running faster, hail chucked itself spitefully into your face, the wind surging against you from the darkening sky. Struggling on, you held your hands in front of your face, only lowering them when you trailed to a stop.

Yoongi was nowhere in sight.

Something was wrong. Why was he running away from you?

A loud creak from somewhere above you made you wince. Moving again, you called out Yoongi’s name into the storm.

The hail let up a little as you pressed on, but the raging air only grew more forceful. Creaks and groans from the battered trees surrounded you. Squinting around you, you let your feet stumble on, needing to find him. Among the storm, you could barely hear your thumping footsteps.

An ear-splitting creak made you flinch, head whipping around.

The dark shape of a tree trunk was growing bigger – growing closer.

A blur then, your eyes squeezing shut by instinct, awaiting the crash of the giant hitting the earth.

Nothing.

Cracking your eyelids open, the wind lulled in the air around you, silence buzzing loud in your ears. In front of you, the tree was tilting dangerously, towering directly over you, but caught in mid-air. And holding it up, a colossal sheet of ice, jagged icicles sticking out to one side as if from impact.

You blinked. Let out a breath.

Following the trail of ice, you turned to the side.

There, hand still outstretched, panting slightly, stood Min Yoongi.

“I’m sorry,” he half-whispered.

As you stared blankly back in shock, his eyes flicked back to the tree above you.

“Come here,” he spoke, beckoning you with his other hand.

Obeying, you trod carefully towards him. Once near enough, he gently placed a hand on your sweater-covered arm, guiding you to his side.

As you watched, he lowered his left hand slowly, the wall of ice retracting with it, melting back into the ground. With barely a bump, the tree was lowered to rest.

Returning your eyes gingerly to the boy beside you, your gaze was not returned.

His eyelids shut, lips pressing together as he bowed his head, bringing his arm back to his side at last. He swallowed.

“Y-yoongi?” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he muttered, still not meeting your eyes, “I should never have started anything…”

“But-but I want you!” you protested.

Now he looked at you. He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Did you not see that? What I just did?”

“You saved me.”

A breath.

“But… all the rest? I-I made that tree fall too-”

“The wind made it fall-“

“Y/N,” he stopped you, “your mum is right. I can be dangerous, okay? This storm, that’s me.”

Studying your face carefully, he waited for your reaction.

“Why?”

“It’s always been like this,” he sighed, “I’m… I have storm magic. Winter magic. My family, we’re- I’m… Jack Frost.”

Your eyebrows raised.

“No, but I mean, why the storm? Is something wrong?”

A breathy laugh burst from his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Of course there is! I can’t have you.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” you insisted.

“Don’t you understand? You’re the one who should be scared!” he cried, throwing his arms out.

“No,” you shushed him, stepping forward and slowly reaching out, “you’re scared – of hurting me. You don’t have to be.”

Settling, he watched your hand reach through the air. But as it hovered by his cheek, he pulled away.

“Don’t…”

“Yoongi, I want you.”

“And I want you. But you can’t touch me. I’ll just be cold…”

“Don’t worry,” you smiled.

But as you moved again, his hand came up to grasp your wrist, stopping you.

Then his eye widened, realising what he’d done. But you hadn’t flinched away. Looking at your hands held together, his mouth formed ghosts of words he never spoke, not knowing what to say.

“See?” you encouraged, “it’s not cold.”

Wonder-filled eyes rose, meeting your own. Closing the distance between you, he dropped your wrist and lifted both his hands to cup your face instead, touching you softly as if you were made from porcelain.

A breath escaped his lungs, mouth curving into a gummy smile.

Elated, a smile tugged at your own lips.

Then he surged forwards, lips pressing against yours like a starved man. Moving his mouth hungrily over yours, he held your face firmly between his hands as you eagerly kissed him back. Suddenly his hands were unable to get enough, sliding down to your waist and roaming across your back as he pulled you closer.

Equally enthusiastic, you tugged at his shirt, lips keeping up their mind-blowing rhythm until you were both left panting, foreheads pressed together as your breaths turned to laughter between you.

“Screw what this town thinks,” you grinned, “I’m not letting you go after that.”

“Good,” he growled, smirk adorning his face as he darted in for another lingering kiss.

The trees you stood among had watched you both grow, watched you hurt, and now they finally saw you come together, painted by the setting sun in a clear sky.

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