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“I don’t want to not tell you that anymore.”

jeonghan x reader genre: fluff; angst word count: 4.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here is the long overdue part 2 of “I know, but don’t say it.” It’s been a few weeks since the events of “I know, but don’t say it” and Jeonghan has been doing some thinking and is ready to take some action. I know 4,000 words is a bit long but I hope it’s worth the read. Thanks for waiting for this, thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy :))  

p.s. In this fic you can decide for yourself if you want Jeonghan to be an idol or not- I mention that he travels for work and has busy schedules but I never explicitly state what he does so it’s up to you! <3 

Heart beating twice as fast as when you walked into the corner store, your eyes studied the brightly packaged snack foods that lined the checkout lane. You had a strategy, or a plan, rather: if you stared into the varieties of gum and treats with deep interest instead of looking forward in the direction of him then he simply wouldn’t notice you.

Isn’t it strange how someone can be so familiar in one environment, and with a change in setting they can suddenly become so foreign? Like seeing your teacher inside a café when you’re thirteen years old, the distance from the classroom making it feel as though you’ve never actually met this person.

Inside the walls of your apartment, between your bedsheets, you knew Jeonghan very well. Deeply. Intimately. You even knew him at gatherings amongst your mutual friends. That was where you met, after all; friends of friends. As much as you wanted to know him in every environment, the nature of your relationship simply didn’t allow for that. He didn’t allow for that.

Just last week he watched fondly as you made grilled cheese for you both and served it on your old Mickey Mouse shaped plates, which Jeonghan didn’t miss the opportunity to poke fun at. “I’ve had them since I was a kid, you jerk,” you had defended yourself through an amused smile. And yet, spotting him two people ahead of you in the checkout line was so unfamiliar it felt as though you two could be strangers. Your heart was aching with anxiety, and perhaps with longing that you weren’t ready to address. Questions ran through your mind as you scrambled to figure out how to handle the predicament, and you wished there was some sort of handbook for navigating a very public run in with your friend with benefits. What was the protocol for running into your fuck buddy out in the wild?

And why was it so nerve wracking to see him like this? Was it simply the unfamiliarity? Or was it seeing him live the life you weren’t part of? Of course you knew he lived a whole life outside your apartment walls. Every time he left, he shut the door behind him, effectively shutting you out of his world. Seeing him now gave you a glimpse of that world; perfectly mundane and real. Suddenly, there he was, charming as ever as he flashed a sweet smile at the cashier. You were jealous that someone else got his public smiles.

Despite your attempt to avert your eyes in hopes he wouldn’t notice you, pulling your gaze away from Jeonghan turned out to be quite the challenge. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, considering you couldn’t help but observe him as he dozed off against your pillows each night he came over. He was beautiful and enigmatic, making him an attractive and enticing mystery that you were always trying to figure out. You peered over the person in front of you and watched as he placed his card back inside the wallet sleeve. Such a mundane action but you were fascinated by the movements of his fingers. Your focus was so fixed on his hands and delicate wrists that you didn’t notice Jeonghan looking down the line casually. Glancing back up at his face, you found his eyes on you as realization hit his features before you could divert your attention elsewhere. Your jaw dropped open slightly as his eyes widened with surprise. You wondered if he was also confused as to how to handle the situation.

It was him, after all, keeping you separate from these moments of his life. It was complex because he made it so. Jeonghan had been betrayed in the past, and with his frequent trips abroad for work and his busy schedules even when he was home, he was resistant to committing. Those were the excuses he used, at least. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t questioned whether he was just avoidant of committing to you, specifically.

As you both stared at each other, a small part of you hoped he’d wave your way quickly before exiting the store. A bigger part of yourself called that smaller part of you a fucking liar because if he left without addressing you, you’d be crushed. A faint smile appeared on his mouth as he waved cutely at you. You nodded your head at him coolly, biting back a smile that had to have been beyond obvious judging from the way he chuckled at you.

Instead of leaving the store with his single bag, he backed away without pulling his gaze from you and crossed his arms over his abdomen and just… waited. He waited for the person ahead of you to finish buying their items, and when it was your turn to check out, Jeonghan shrugged at you as if to say, what are the chances? And then he stepped toward you slowly, a small smile curving on his lips once more.

“Well hello,” he whispered to you, leaning toward your ear as though the greeting was a secret. There was an edge of familiarity in his voice, despite the unfamiliar circumstance, your clandestine affair clashing under the grocery store’s fluorescent lights.

“Hi,” you smiled, a bit awkwardly, still unsure how to handle the situation. However, he didn’t seem to carry the same nervousness, the man reaching for a couple of your bags. “No, no, that’s ok, I can carry them,” you tried to refuse his help.

Jeonghan sighed before speaking your name with a smile, amusement in his breath. Smirking at him, you pulled a few of your bags off the counter. “I’m stronger than I look,” you teased, an attempt to find some comfortability. Eyes scanning his delicate features, you found yourself suppressing your desire to kiss the man like you wanted to. Like he was very much not a stranger, because he wasn’t.

“You don’t look so weak,” he tilted his head in a flirty manner, his eyes traveling along your stature as he flashed you a cheeky smile. It was the kind of smile that said, I’ve kissed up and down those arms, and suddenly you were transported back to being in your bed last week, the last time you saw him, when he did just that. It was before he got up to make you both grilled cheese sandwiches, and he was lying next to you, trailing his lips along your upper arm, complimenting how beautiful you were, his eyes heavy with sleep. The way he watched you made it seem as though he was lost in the memory too, and you wondered if he wanted to kiss you in this store too. This man, a non-stranger despite the unlabeled relationship, knows you—even in the new setting. “Just let me help anyway.”

“Fine,” you relented, nervously watching him as he scooped the groceries up and you both started leaving the store. Together. “So, this is unexpected, huh?”

“I was thinking more like a pleasant surprise,” he grinned. “I like seeing you out like this.”

Stealing a glance at him, you found him watching you with a small smile on his face as you walked down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment. He had a key to your door, you thought. Yet you were being so awkward. “What, at the grocery store?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows in question.

“Outside those four walls,” he spoke quietly through a smirk. Your lips twitched slightly, despite your fight to keep the smile off your face, but you were sure he noticed anyway. There was a piece of you who found his comments so cruel, so careless, as though he was either oblivious of your feelings (which was doubtful-or really, impossible) or he simply didn’t care about toying with them. He used to be cautious, watching his words, holding certain feelings back. You used to wish he would stop being so controlled, but now you were realizing that Jeonghan speaking and acting more freely was a double-edged sword. “If I had known you needed some groceries I would have picked them up on my way over.”

“Oh, so you were on your way over?” You questioned with a scoff, but not without obvious amusement. “This is news to me.”  

“I could have been,” he smiled mischievously. Speaking with Jeonghan sometimes was like communicating through riddles. There was often a second meaning to the things he said, and you were left trying to decipher them. “Or we could have gone shopping together.” So careless.

As you walked the short distance to your apartment, you allowed your mind to conjure up a scenario in which you were shopping with Jeonghan. You could picture him grabbing an extra container of ramen with the justification of, “I know you get hungry late at night.” Jeonghan knew these things about you.

You chose not to respond to Jeonghan’s comment. The idea of doing normal mundane things with him was exciting to you, as well as painful when you remembered that the terms of your situationship didn’t include picking out fruit together. You didn’t want to let him in on either of those feelings.

“Are you going to carry those bags all the way up to my apartment?” You asked him when you arrived outside the complex.

“Of course, I’m a gentleman,” he told you, flashing a flirty grin.

“That’s not the first word I’d use to describe you,” you teased him, watching as he widened his eyes playfully.

“Whoah, are you finally loosening up?” He asked, his voice light with surprise as he poked fun at the tense and awkward demeanor you sported since spotting each other in the market.

“No,” you said stubbornly, “But I can get this. Really,” you nodded at the bags.

“Hey, just let me help you,” he said more seriously. “It’s the least I can do,” he added, and you felt it was another one of those double-meaning comments.

“Your key or mine?” Jeonghan teased you when you approached your front door, making you shoot him a glare as the metal jingled in your hand.

“That’s strictly for when I don’t want to get out of bed to come let you in,” you joked as you pushed your door open and stepped inside, Jeonghan giggling as he followed behind you.

Setting your gaze on him as you both kicked off your shoes, you exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling much more relaxed. As though any remaining anxiety over your surprise run in with the man melted from your frame the moment you entered the familiar space. This was how you knew Jeonghan. You knew how to handle him here.

He lifted his eyes from the floor and caught you staring at him, though before he could question you on it, you nodded at the bags in his hand. “You can just bring those in here,” you told him, starting toward the kitchen.

When he set the bags down on the counter, he instantly began sifting through them, pulling out items and navigating your kitchen to put them away. The various snacks went in the cupboard next to the refrigerator, and when you opened your mouth to tell them, you quickly closed it again because he already knew. Of course he did. He knew this kitchen.

“Hey, you shouldn’t have bought these,” he held up the package of cookies before placing it into the shelf.

Smiling at it, you raised your eyebrows in an accusatory way. “But you finished them all last week.”

“Exactly,” he giggled cutely. “That’s why I bought them for you.” Jeonghan reached into his own grocery bag and pulled out the same cookies.

“Oh,” you grinned, walking over to him and grabbing the package out of his hands. “Now we have extras.” We. A slip of the tongue. But at the same time, there was a we. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop yourself from grouping the both of you together as a unit.

The carelessness that had developed between you both over the past several hangouts was only complicating things further, and your relief from entering the apartment started being replaced by irritation. We statements, buying snack foods for each other, flirty whispers in public, the spare apartment keys, the near confession of truth while tangled up in sheets a few weeks ago; it was all becoming too much. You wanted it all. And the more you got it, the harder it was to watch him leave again.

Jeonghan lifted his hand and settled it on your hip. The touch, despite being welcome, fuck it was so welcome, seared into your skin and shot a pain to your heart. You wanted more from him. And you didn’t know how long you could keep yourself from asking for it. Once you did that, asked for it, you would either get everything you’d been wanting or you’d have to walk away from all of this. The course of your relationship would hit a fork, leading to two different fates.

“Hannie,” you sighed, glancing down at his forearm, trailing your eyes toward his hand that was gripping your hip and pulling you closer. “What are you doing in my neighborhood?”

“I told you,” he spoke gently.

“You were coming to see me?” You clarified, doubtfully. “Be for real.”

“I was actually,” he told you as his tone became much more earnest and serious. “I wanted to talk.” Your gaze scanned his features, studying, trying to figure out his expression. “The cookies were my excuse.”

Scoffing, you shrugged at him in frustration. At him for coming over like this. At yourself for feeling happy about it. You were annoyed by his lack of commitment because this thing between you both could be so great if only he’d let it be. “What are we doing?” You asked, helpless as your shoulders slumped slightly.

“We’re talking,” he told you, his eyes full of emotion and concern at your crumbling stature.

“No, you know what I mean,” you corrected, taking a step back so his hand fell slack against his side. “Look, I know you don’t trust easily, I know that commitment is scary-” you paused for fear that the tears stinging your eyes would slip down your cheeks. “Your hurt from the past isn’t my doing.”

“I know that,” he acknowledged somberly.

“But you’ve been holding it against me,” you told him sadly. “I know you were hurt, I know it was awful and I’m so sorry that happened to you, but you’re letting someone else’s actions hurt both of us now.” His ex had been unfaithful while Jeonghan was away in another country, his busy work schedules keeping him away for too long. Its effect on Jeonghan manifested in a resistance to commit, but it wasn’t simply because he was scared of being hurt again. Jeonghan was away and busy more often than the average person due to the circumstances of his job, and he believed this to be a killer in relationships. During one of your first nights together, he had admitted that he didn’t think it was fair for him to dedicate himself to others because his partner would ultimately deserve more than he was able to provide. “I can’t really give enough. And if someone is willing to tolerate my life and put up with all the time apart, then they’re probably too good for me,” he had told you early on in your affair. The comment had broken your heart then, and it only became more heartbreaking the closer you got to him. He deserved someone to choose him. And you were trying to.

“I know,” he again accepted his fault, almost too easily. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, but I can’t carry your past on my back like that anymore,” you shook your head, feeling the first tear fall onto the apple of your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, watching as Jeonghan took a step forward before stopping himself. “I can’t. Not if you’re not going to give me access to your present and future.”

“I don’t want you to carry it,” he shook his head, his frustration with himself coming through in the way he tensed his jaw. “I-” he sighed, giving up on his words as he stared at you, disappointment in himself taking over his gaze.

“Seeing you today- it struck me that you have a whole life that I’m not a part of.” Your bottom lip trembled as you spoke, more tears gathering on your lash line. “And then you say that shit about going to the store together and how am I supposed to hear that and then not want it? I want the responsibilities with you, I want the routines, I want the mundane-”

“I want it too,” he blurted out, panic overtaking his features, the words knocking the air from your lungs. The reality of losing you, and of losing him came crashing into your minds, resulting in a moment of long overdue honesty. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for doing this to us for so long.”

Shaking your head in frustration, Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak again, desperation written in his voice and his rounded eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“We deserve better than this,” you told him sternly, a quiver in your voice. “What she did shouldn’t keep us from being happy, Hannie.”

Jeonghan took another step forward, tentative as he watched how you responded to him. When you didn’t back away, he came a bit closer so he was standing directly in front of you within arms length.

“I can’t take back the way I’ve been treating you,” he frowned. “But I need you to believe me when I say I want you to have my present and future.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” you interrupted, giving him one last chance to back out and take it all back. You couldn’t hear these words from him if they weren’t sincere.

“I mean it,” he assured you, his eyes staring deep into yours as he tried to relay his candor. He reached his hand out for yours, waiting for an ok for him to take it. Was it ok?

“Wanting something and allowing yourself to have it are different things,” you pointed out, Jeonghan nodding quickly as though he knew what you meant. Glancing down at his hand, you sighed before pushing yours forward slightly and letting your fingers brush against his own. He quickly wrapped your digits up with his own.

“I came over here to talk to you,” he circled back to the intent behind his trip to your apartment. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to say for the past week, or really month, and- can I just get this out?” You took a beat, your eyes roaming over his face before you nodded. He sighed in relief, gathering his composure a bit by standing up taller and broadening his shoulders. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this rashly. It’s not spur of the moment, I’ve been feeling this way for a long time and I apologize for the time it’s taken me to get to this point,” he started, your eyes pulling into a focused stare.

“I love you,” he said simply, his voice light but serious. Those three words, the ones you both had felt but left unspoken for far too long, sent a jolt of shock and electricity through your body. Your heart picked up speed as you stared into his pretty features, so stunning and striking. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t, and I don’t want to not tell you that anymore. That night we were in bed, a few weeks ago, I wanted to tell you so fucking bad, angel. I want to say what I feel towards you.”

“Jeonghan,” you whispered, the man shaking his head.

“I love you,” he said again. “I have for a long time.” You felt another tear slide down your cheek and Jeonghan squeezed your hand in response before a humorless laugh escaped his lips. “I came here intending to tell you this before any tears fell but-”

“You love me.” You finally spoke, the air returning to your lungs. His confession wasn’t news to you. You had both been in love for the better portion of your affair, but hearing the words leave his mouth marked something special. A possible new phase in your relationship. One where you both could take the risk and love each other openly, and finally commit to each other. You had met the split in the road, and he was choosing the path where a future for you and him together existed.

“I love you,” he said again, as though he couldn’t get enough of saying it now that he finally spoke them. You wondered if the words tasted like he had been sucking on a sugar cube, coating his tongue with sweetness.

“So- wait- fuck, I-” you stuttered, your thoughts floating aimlessly in your mind, being replaced with feelings of love. “What do you want then, Jeonghan?” You finally got out, searching his expression for hints that this was really happening and it wasn’t some fucked up dream.

“So much,” he gave a single breathy laugh, brushing his thumb over the side of your hand. “But really, so little. I want to walk through this door and be able to tell you I love you. I want to sleep in that bed with you for an entire night instead of leaving like an idiot. I want to kiss you when we leave for work in the morning. I want a little drawer in your bathroom and bedroom for my stuff, and I know you have a lot of shit but I want it anyway,” he interjected, a smile finally cracking through your expression as you shook your head at him in fond disbelief. “And I want the same for your things at my place. I want to go grocery shopping with you and I want to meet each other’s families, I want to tell our friends about us. I want to call you when I’m on the road and tell you I miss you, because I love you. And it sucks being away from the ones you love.”

“You’re rambling,” you giggled, lifting your hand that wasn’t held by his toward him, only to discover the cookies were still in your grasp. Rolling your eyes at the package, you set it down on the counter.

“I want to eat those with you too,” he added, nodding at the package as he wore a sweet smile.

“Are you going to allow yourself to have these things though? Like, really?” You questioned him. You wanted to believe him. And you would if he let you. You’d take his word as truth, he just had to speak them and act.

“Yes. I want you, and I want us together,” he told you. “I’m in,” he let out a breath of disbelief that he finally said it, and relief because he finally said it. “And I hope you are too.”

“Ok,” you simply said, hiding the absolute glee you felt in favor of seeing that glare overtake his features. You smiled at him as he shook his head playfully at you.  

“Ok?” He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “That’s it?”

“Well I’m not going to deny you of what you want,” you beamed, watching as Jeonghan’s smirk morphed into a happy grin despite the scoff escaping his lips.

“Angel, don’t play with me right now.”

“But it’s so fun,” you whispered teasingly as he tugged you toward him. Your hand finally raised to cradle his jaw and guided his face to yours, kissing him hard. You’d kissed Jeonghan many times since, but this meeting was something different. Electricity zipped through your frame, making you push yourself further against him until there was no room left between you both. His lips worked against yours with fervor, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you moaned against his mouth. And yet, the smiles you both wore made it difficult to keep up your pace, both of you too happy to conceal it.

All too soon, he pulled away with quickened breath.  “Do you want all of that too?” He whispered against your lips, both of your mouths, once again, forming into grins against each other’s.

“You know I do,” you replied genuinely. “I love you, Hannie.”

“Say it again,” he grinned, his lips just barely grazing over yours, his eyelids fluttering open as he pulled away to peer at your features.

Sighing jokingly, your hand slid to the back of his neck to toy with the strands of hair that rested against his skin. “I love you,” you told him again with a soft smile. “And I want you, and I want us.”

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velma

eddie munson x fem!reader

You attend a Halloween party with Eddie, things don't go quite as planned when Jason Carver acts like a jerk.

cw: allusions to curvy reader, drinking, drugs, blood, violence, eddie fights off screen, body insecurities, kissing, not proofread, working on writing fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

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“Are you gonna go to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” Eddie asked, long legs hanging out the back of his van. His stained Reeboks were planted firmly on the concrete, knees pushing out of the rips in his black jeans. You sat in the parking lot of the movie theater, eating the remainder of the snacks you hadn’t finished earlier. The night was quiet, most Hawkins residents already tucked safely into their beds.

You paused midway through trying to shove a handful of popcorn into your mouth, is Eddie going insane? “Are you going to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” You were practically gawking as you swung your sock-covered feet in the crisp night air. The sneakers you wore had been abandoned in a pile on the shag carpet. 

You thought Eddie was over all the stupid high school activities at this point, with it being his third go at senior-year and all. He’d never talked about going to a party in the past six months of your budding friendship, and, in Hawkins, there were plenty of parties to attend. 

He was quiet as he took another drink from his slushie, red-stained lips turning up into a smirk. “I was thinking about going to sell. Make some money off the rich kids.” 

“What, do you want me to come entertain you?” There was an edge to your voice that you didn’t expect. Your chest felt tight as soon as he brought up the party, anxiety knitting your lungs together. You traced the cracks in the asphalt with your eyes. 

Your frustration wasn’t meant for Eddie, it rarely ever was.

You had to stop pretending that all your so-called friends from your junior year of high school weren’t because of Billy. None of them had even bothered to speak to you since he dumped you like trash last summer. And especially not since the day of his funeral. They were fake and plastic people.

Eddie chuckled, fishing his carton of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He didn’t seem to notice how stiff you’d become, your legs rigid in the night air. “Well, yeah. If you want. It could be a night of making fun of Hawkins’ finest.” 

You smiled weakly, trying to hide the sour mood that had come over you. Eddie just wanted a friend to be there–you knew Gareth and Jeff would say no immediately. You didn’t want to throw him to the wolves alone. Chelsea Hanover’s parties were awful if you didn’t know anyone or didn’t want to dance. Eddie didn’t seem like much of a dancer to you. “You know what, sure. Count me in, Munson.”

His pearly white teeth lit up in the glow of his lighter as he brought the cigarette to his lips, a smile radiating across his masculine features. A tendril of anxiety wrapped around your throat as you filed through worst-case-scenarios, each growing more and more catastrophic. 

Your stomach did a flip as you pushed the bucket of popcorn aside, trying to be subtle as your thoughts raced. You suddenly obsessed about how your thighs pressed together and your bra cut into the layer of excess fat in your back, all new discoveries in the past couple of months. Your mother had reminded you that being thin at eighteen would be harder than being thin at seventeen—you’d locked yourself in your bathroom to cry for the better part of your birthday after stepping on the scale.

Eddie didn’t seem to notice your turmoil, methodically chewing as though everything was fine. Of course he wouldn’t notice, he didn’t understand the intricacies of girlhood that made your skin feel too tight. You fluffed your sweater out, suddenly self-conscious about what areas of your body it was snug against. 

Robin would help you find a costume. 

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The high socks squeezed just above your knees as you made your way up to the front door, red skirt swishing around the middles of your plush thighs with each step. You took a deep breath, a wave of heat and sound rolling over you as you opened the door. There were people in a variety of costumes everywhere inside. A few classmates nodded at you in acknowledgment as you shut the door and stepped into the humid living room, quickly turning their attention back to their friends. 

Where was Eddie? You did a once over of the room, scanning the edges of the dance floor for the shaggy-haired boy. The couches had all been pushed out of the way to make space for a makeshift dance floor, the stereo in the corner booming Cyndi Lauper. It was a miracle that it couldn’t be heard outside. 

The clusters of people spilled into the kitchen. There was limited space to weave through the crowd, you kept whispering apologies as you made your way to the other room. Upon entering, you were handed a cup of red punch from a boy you vaguely knew from English. You offered him a smile, a nod in his direction as you raised the cup to your lips.

You wrinkled your nose as you took a sip, it was strong. 

There were no traces of Eddie anywhere. The room was filled with Indiana Joneses and Maddonas and Ghostbusters and Flashdance characters. No curly-headed metalheads in sight, though. Eddie didn’t seem like someone who would wear a Halloween costume, not for a party he was planning on dealing at. 

You leaned against the breakfast counter lazily, watching the people on the dance floor bump into one another. The plastic cup stuck to your fingers as you gulped down the rest of the drink, grimacing at the after taste of vodka. You traced the edges of the porcelain tiles as you took up your place as a designated wallflower. 

You downed four more cups of the punch before you got restless, deciding to investigate the rest of the party before accepting defeat. Your feet shuffled in slow motion as you approached the sliding glass door on the other end of the room. It was open, allowing teens to trickle outside and spread across the dark backyard. 

The smell of cigarettes and weed wafted through the door as the autumn breeze picked it up, sparking a small flame of hope that your best friend was outside.

You tripped on the door track as you stepped into the much cooler night, steadying yourself and your sloshing drink against the doorframe before looking up. There were a few groups outside, most nursing drinks or joints or cigarettes and murmuring to one another. The music coming from the living room was so faint that you could barely make out the lyrics.

“Hey, Velma!” Your head slowly turned towards the voice, your lips buzzing as the alcohol settled in. Eddie was illuminated by the soft light diffused by the curtains in the kitchen window. He sat at a metal table with his trusty lunch box, head cocked slightly to the side as he absorbed your costume. You realized he was wearing a dark green “Corroded Coffin” t-shirt under his leather jacket and dark jeans, meaning you vaguely matched. 

If you squinted, or drank too much.

You fell into the chair next to him with an oof!, crossing your legs at the ankles as you leaned back. Your head lolled back to rest on the weathered cushion as a breathy laugh escaped your throat. “We match,” you said, looking at how the stars were swirling in the sky. Your breaths were heavy as you waited for the world to still, a smile stretching its way across your face regardless. 

“I didn’t know you were gonna come in costume, princess,” Eddie laughed, busily rolling joints to keep his hands occupied. You placed the sticky plastic cup on the table before stretching your arms out in front of you. Your gaze traced the wide cable-knit of the orange sweater, wiggling your fingers as you contemplated.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head, making you sit up and lean closer to the brunette. “Do I look bad?” you whispered, fingertips finding the edge of your skirt. Your eyes were wide as he paused to study you, a soft grin breaking out on his face. You waited for his judgment, fiddling with anything in your reach before landing on braiding a thin strip of your hair.

“You look great,” he assured. There was a beat of silence, your heads still bent together conspiratorially. Eddie looked like he was thinking, his tongue licked his bottom lip. “You should’ve told me you were gonna dress up, I would’ve done it with you.” 

“You already look like you did, Shaggy,” you murmured with a sly half smile, taking another drink as you settled back into the metal chair. Eddie grinned, glancing down at his own outfit. 

Everything got all fuzzy on the edges as you finished the red liquid in your cup, joking with Eddie between drug deals. The basketball players who came by barely looked at you, only sparing glances as Eddie overcharged them for weed. 

He didn’t notice the cold shoulders, or he at least pretended not to, making fun of their costume choices as soon as they walked away. You pretended like they didn’t bother you. It felt strange to be at one of these parties after everything that happened with Billy, you’d never felt more invisible. 

But Eddie saw you, his brown eyes drifting to you more often than usual. You couldn’t tell if it was just because he was worried about how much you were drinking. You found yourself liking the way he talked, hands waving wildly as his voice slid into different impersonations of the people around you. He was always so genuinely Eddie, you wondered what it would feel like to be like that.

“I’m gonna grab another drink,” you said as Eddie’s attention was pulled away by a group of juniors with wide eyes and crumpled dollar bills. He gave you a thumbs up as he rifled through the contents of his stash. 

You swayed a bit as you stood, your grip on the plastic cup crumpling it slightly. The juniors eyed you as you walked around the edge of their little group, Eddie’s voice spitting out prices calling their attention back to him.  

Armed with a deep breath to ground yourself, you shouldered your way back into the house. There were even more people than before. With no room to move properly, you jammed yourself into the throng of people that were making their way to the kitchen. Despite how many people were here there was surprisingly still plenty to drink. 

You had never known Chelsea to be so generous, at least not during your short-lived friendship.

You stopped in front of the punch bowl, staring at your wobbling reflection in the liquid as you filled your cup with the ladle. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you hardly recognized yourself. The proportions of your face were so different than when you primped and prepped in the mirror, your gaze felt less harsh as you stared at the girl in the punch bowl. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you glared at the rose-colored image of yourself, wondering what you actually looked like. 

A hand clasped your shoulder, an anchor back to reality. You pivoted on your heel, thinking that Eddie had come to talk to you about something, maybe ready to leave and go find somewhere to park and talk and listen to music. 

Your face fell when you recognized Jason Carver’s blue eyes.

It had been ages since Jason had so much as talked to you. He used to follow Billy around like a puppy, hoping that it would make him the captain of the basketball team after graduation. Of course, Billy had treated Jason like the rest of you, rewarding his neediness with a cold shoulder.  

“You know, Billy would be so disappointed if he was still here.” Jason may as well have spit on you. You stepped back, your spine pressing into the chilly counter as you tried to put some space between you. His eyes had a hard time settling, staring you up and down as you tried to remain still under his gaze. “He probably wouldn’t even recognize you, especially now that you’re hanging out with the losers.”

You scowled, rage making your throat tighten. “He didn’t even like you, Jason.” Blonde eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’m sure he’s rolling in his grave knowing that the pathetic Jesus kid who would’ve blown him if he asked is in charge of the basketball team.” 

You were getting a little too loud, the people standing nearest to you were turning their heads to see what the commotion was about. Jason evaluated the crowd before grabbing your wrist, a sick smile spreading across his face. “I think you’ve had enough.” There was a threatening edge to his voice as he leaned to whisper in your ear. 

You strained against him, the punch sloshing over the edges of the cup and down your fingers. Droplets flecked onto his yellow Teen Wolf costume like blood. Panic started to creep up your throat, the reminder that none of the other people at the party were going to help you made your blood run cold.

“Jason, stop,” you muttered, your voice thick. More punch slid down your hand as you tried to tug yourself from his grip. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you attempted to find a way out. “Let me go.”

He squeezed your wrist even tighter as hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You were sure long lines of mascara were left behind, you couldn’t even move your free hand to wipe them away. Fear paralyzed you as the pounding of the music filled every space in your mind. Your mind whirred uselessly, so caught off guard by the aggression that you hardly knew how to respond. 

A ringed hand wrapped around Jason’s forearm; you flinched at the sudden intrusion. Eddie was bristling next to you, squeezing the jock’s arm until he let you go. You pulled your wrist back to your chest, your brows knitting together as your lips fell into a pout.

The metalhead pushed his lunchbox into your stomach, his eyes dark as they scoured your face. “How about you go wait in the van, princess? The keys are inside the box,” he murmured, his expression leaving no room for protest. You hesitated a moment, causing him to jerk his chin smoothly toward the front door. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, his jaw set.

Suddenly shy, you dropped your gaze to the floor. Everything was swimming around you, the party too loud and the room too hot and your hands were so sticky with punch. You’d never felt more overwhelmed. 

Nodding once, you gripped the handle of the lunchbox for dear life as you scurried out of the house. By the time the night air hit you, you realized you were still holding the cup, most of it empty as it coated your hand and stained the skin. You choked back the rest of its contents, crumpling it in your hand and tossing it into the grass. Eddie’s van was parked across the street, looking out of place amongst the other cars.

–

You were almost asleep in the passenger seat by the time Eddie threw the door open, scaring you into waking up. He was obscured by the lights of the house behind him as he climbed inside. “Eddie, what happened?” you croaked as he tried to jam the keys into the ignition, his hands practically vibrating. 

You gasped as he turned to look in the center console. His right eyebrow was caked entirely with blood, a gash splitting it nearly in two. Blood was smeared in a trail down his face, following the curve of his nostril and making its way over his pale throat and to his shirt collar. He plucked a cigarette carton out of the glove box, the streetlamp illuminating the smears of blood across his pale fingers. His knuckles were blown apart. 

“Eddie,” you murmured, reaching across the center console hesitantly. He still didn’t look at you, rummaging around for his zippo. The house beyond was relatively quiet, no signs of a party other than all the cars parked along the sidewalk. Jason walked into view of the upstairs bathroom window, glaring at the van before pulling down the shade. His face was smeared with blood, his costume ruffled.

The chains on Eddie’s jacket sleeve jingled as he lit the cigarette, taking a drag with a sigh. “Eddie.” You hesitated for a moment before you pressed your palm into the worn leather. You could feel the muscles in his shoulder jump under your fingertips–you rarely ever touched him. It just felt like a boundary the two of you never crossed. “Y-you didn’t have to do that,” you said. 

The heater and the radio jumped to life, Dio blasting in the small space. Eddie’s brows furrowed as he turned to study your face. “Of course I had to,” his voice was surprisingly soft. His hand came out of nowhere, a warm thumb wiping your cheek. Your nerves must have been fried, because you leaned into his touch without thinking about it. “That idiot made you cry, couldn’t just let him get away with it.”

You pulled in a ragged breath, a bit surprised by the amount of tenderness in his voice. His hand was so warm, his fingers wiping away the lines of makeup that ran down your cheeks when you cried. Shaking fingers brought the cigarette back to his pink lips, you watched him take a drag and blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Can we go?” you whispered, your voice hoarse as your throat tightened. It was all you could do to keep from crying, you didn’t even know why you wanted to cry this time.

He smiled, nodding as he pulled away from the curb like a maniac. His hand dropped from your face, turning the radio up until the heavy sound of a guitar riff was blasting through the speakers.

—

Apparently it was Wayne’s night off, so the trailer was off-limits for a late night sanctuary. That was how you ended up at the quarry, the side door pulled open as you and Eddie sprawled out in the back of the van. You’d guzzled a bottle of water as soon as you parked, already starting to feel like a bit of a human being again.

Eddie had cleaned up his face with the bandana he kept in his back pocket. The gash in his eyebrow looked painful, but he kept assuring you it was fine. He sat against the wall of the van as he wiped his knuckles, the largest one on his right hand slightly torn.

It was like once you all had crossed the barrier of touch, Eddie didn’t want to stop. He just kept touching you, be it a hand brushing against your arm or his leg jostling yours. It felt shockingly comfortable, making you wonder why you had been so resistant to touching him before. 

“Those rings must not have felt nice,” you commented absentmindedly, laying on your stomach on the carpet as you watched him. Moonlight flooded in the van through the open door, glinting off the silver that adorned his fingers.

He smiled, flexing his hands as he looked down at them. “Carver didn’t seem too excited about them,” he murmured, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. 

You’d cleaned most of the makeup off your face on the drive to the quarry using a baby wipe you kept in your purse. He hardly ever saw you with a clean face, the moonlight revealing a few blemishes on your skin. The urge to cover your cheeks still lingered, but it felt nice to have it off.

“Thanks for like, defending my honor and stuff,” you murmured, looking down at your chipped nail polish. “You really didn’t have to do that, Eddie.”

The idea that he would go out of his way to fight Jason Carver on your behalf was still hard for you to wrap your head around. Eddie loved to talk and bitch and complain about the basketball team and larger society regularly, but he wasn’t violent. 

“I did.” His eyes searched yours, wide and honest as always. A joint found its way between his long fingers, he took a deep drag. You watched him through heavy eyelids as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, he continued until he’d finished nearly half the joint. “I couldn’t just let him mess with you like that, not my girl.” 

My girl. My girl. My girl. The phrase went off in your head like a bell. You didn’t know if he’d said it just because he was high or if he actually meant it like that. You wet your lips with your tongue, glancing at him for a moment.

“Well, thanks,” you breathed, twirling your fingers in a loose thread on one of the weaved blankets he kept in the back of the van. You had wrapped yourself in it on multiple occasions, mostly on cold nights when you were ungodly high. But tonight, alcohol thrummed through you like liquid fire.

Eddie finished the remainder of the joint on his own, his warm brown eyes tinged with pink as his smile stretched easier. There was a fluidity to him when he was stoned, his normally theatrical mannerisms mellowing out to something that seemed less like a performance and more genuine. His movements became more languid, his lanky form sprawling out on a half-deflated bean bag. His calf rested on top of your leg.

The cassette that was playing ended, the power chords fading into silence as you heard the player whir to a stop. The water lapping at the cliff face below and the breeze rustling the foliage outside the van seemed louder, indicative of the transition from fall to winter that was soon to come.

“You want to pick the next one?” Eddie asked, his voice soft and breathy like it always got when he was stoned. It was sweet of him to ask, considering you knew that he already had a playlist of what he wanted to put on next written out in his head. He was particular about music, always wanting to be in-control of what was playing no matter where you were. 

You knew he meant for you to pick from his cassette collection.

“Yeah,” you answered, a smirk starting to spread on your face. You stood up, your feet digging into the shag carpet as you crouched to avoid hitting your head. “I’ve got a Madonna tape in my purse that I’ve been wanting to listen to.” 

“Madonna?” You could hear the anguish in his voice as you stepped over his long legs to reach the front. There was an air of disbelief at your choice, Eddie couldn’t stand Madonna.

You laughed, nodding as you pulled the aforementioned tape from your bag and flashing it to Eddie. “You said I could pick,” you teased, hunkering down in front of the radio to exchange the cassettes. Stunned silence filled the space behind you as you waited for the Dio tape to be spit out, you tapped the Madonna cassette against your kneecap.

What at first was silence burst into a flurry of motion behind you.

Before you could react, Eddie’s hands locked around your waist from behind and elicited a squeal from your throat as he yanked you back. “I’m not listening to Madonna,” he said, twisting his body around yours to try to snatch the tape from your hand. 

You scrambled, holding the cassette out of his reach and angling your shoulders to keep him away. “Eddie! You said I could pick!” you exclaimed with a peal of laughter, feeling the length of his body pressed against the back of yours. He pulled you close with a forearm curled around your waist, reaching over your shoulder. 

“Yeah, you can pick from good music!” His chin bumped the top of your head as you both fell forward from losing your balance. The floor absorbed most of the impact, Eddie’s shoulder banging into the floorboards next to you. You let out a soft grunt as Eddie landed partially on top of you, pressing you into the carpet. 

“This is good music,” you insisted, digging your elbow and knees into the thick carpet so you could shimmy forward. Eddie slammed an elbow in front of your shoulder, stopping any forward movement. There was no time to redirect as he melded you into his shadows, lanky limbs moving over where you were prone. His other hand curled around your wrist, so close to taking the tape. “You’re just judgmental!”

In a last ditch effort you twisted your arm from his grip, pulling your hand under your body and pressing the tape between your stomach and the rustled blanket. “You’re not being fair!” You were still giggling, Eddie stuffed his fingers between your forearm and your stomach in an attempt to follow the path of your arm. 

“It’s my van, princess,” Eddie said with a breathy laugh of his own. He lifted himself off you, letting you breathe for a moment before his hands scooped beneath your shoulders and flipped you onto your back. “I can judge however I want to.” 

You tried to push him away with your feet, matching smiles on your faces as he reached for you around the assault. With a shove your legs were out of the way, his torso settling between them with your knees on either side of his ribs. He leaned over you, managing to pry the tape from your hands and slide it into the pocket of his leather jacket. 

You still had some fight in you, reaching for Eddie’s pocket before he grabbed your wrists and pressed them to the floor. “Eddie!” you whined, squirming in an attempt to throw him off. 

He was smiling above you with all his teeth, the two of you panting as you stared at one another. The distance between you decreased, long fingers threading through yours as his head dipped lower. You were so close that you could practically count his eyelashes. Eddie scraped his teeth over  his lower lip, a clear sign that he was about to ask you something. You nodded before he could, your heart pounding in your chest as you prayed that you weren’t reading into things.

When he pressed his lips against yours you knew you guessed right.

You sighed into it, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth moulded to his. Butterflies had made a home in your stomach, part of you wondering when you started having feelings for Eddie. Why did it take you so long to do something about them?

His mouth was so soft, slotting against yours in clumsy open-mouthed kisses. You both were smiling, giggling nervously when your teeth clashed or noses bumped. It was as though you both were clumsy and new to this, the anxiety of wanting to impress making you forget how to relax for a moment. His hair tickled your cheeks and neck, curling wildly in every direction. You desperately wanted to thread your fingers into it, your hands flexing against his.

A strong gust of wind blew dried leaves into the open door of the van, the chill cutting through your clothes making the two of you pull away from one another with laughs. Eddie tugged the door closed in a quick motion, leaning back on a bean bag and patting the side of his thigh in a motion to come over there. 

The moonlight was diffused through the windows on the sliding side doors, illuminating Eddie in a beautiful silver as you practically crawled on your hands and knees to him. You were a bit off-balance, partially falling against his chest. He chuckled, curling an arm around your back and pulling you closer with a wide hand pressed against the curve of your spine.

“Been waiting to kiss you like this for months,” Eddie murmured, his calloused fingers tracing along your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your hands resting on the soft Corroded Coffin shirt he wore. 

“Yeah?” you asked, your eyes wide as you looked at him. Part of you didn’t want to believe him, you’d thought his taste in women leaned on either far-end of the Morticia Addams to Chrissy Cunningham spectrum. Maybe you were wrong, or at least you prayed that you were. When considering the Eddie Spectrum of eligible women, you were situated somewhere near the middle.

He nodded, stamping a quick kiss to your lips. “Of course, princess,” he said, his other hand coming to rest on the curve of your thigh. Goosebumps pricked along your skin, his fingertips tracing up and down the bare section of your leg between the skirt and high socks. “And you make a very cute Velma.”

You rolled your eyes at the compliment, shrugging it off. “You don’t mean that,” you whispered, eyes cast down at the blood soaked into the collar of his shirt. Shyness consumed you, it had been a while since a guy had flirted with you like this.

Well, Eddie’s fingers drawing figure-eights on the outside of your thigh felt like a little more than flirting.

One of his eyebrows lifted, disappearing beneath his bangs as he looked at you. “I do mean it.” Before you could argue with him, he pulled you into another kiss. 

It was enough to take your mind off of it, your head tilting up toward his as you twisted your body closer to him. Your hips turned, the handcuffs serving as his belt buckle digging into you through the thick fabric of your skirt. Thick thighs split apart over his knee, your spine curving on instinct. 

Normally, you wouldn’t have considered the back of Eddie’s van to be romantic, but now there was nowhere else you would rather be. 

Unable to think of much else, the kisses became messier. The sloppy smacks of your mouth against his made you giddy, fingers curling over his shoulders and keeping him close. His hand slipped under your sweater, palm pressing into your ribs like a brand. A submissive whimper was pulled from your throat, a dizzy feeling filling your head. You didn’t know if it was from the lack of oxygen or the alcohol you’d drank earlier.

Heat was pooling between your legs, making your thighs momentarily squeeze against his. The feeling of Eddie touching you made your insecurities about how your body had changed melt away, he didn’t seem to mind the softer parts of you as much as you did. Your hands traveled to his belt and traced the silver buckle of it, making Eddie pull away with a shake of his head. “Not tonight, baby,” he murmured, a sheepish smile curling his pink lips.

Despite the small part of your mind that was still rational, it felt like a slap to the face. You stiffened in his hold as you yanked your hands back like you’d touched a hot stove. “Oh, uh, sorry. I misunderstood,” you murmured, trying to tamp down the sting of rejection. You didn’t want him to feel bad, there wasn’t anything to feel guilty for.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head again. “Trust me, I want to,” he breathed, gently cupping your cheek. Something burned in his gaze. His thumb pressed into the corner of your spit-slicked lips, his chocolate brown eyes lingering for a moment. “Just don’t want to when you’re drunk, not in the back of my van.”

There was a sincerity in his tone that made you melt, rejection fading into yet another reason you felt like you were starting to fall head over heels for Eddie. “Okay, you’re right,” you said sweetly, turning your head to kiss the pad of his thumb.

“You want me to pick another tape?” The silence that had fallen over the van became noticeable. 

He laughed, seemingly having forgotten what had gotten the two of you tangled together in the first place. “No Madonna in the van, those are the rules,” he said, his fingers caressing your jaw. “Even for pretty girls like you.”

“Oh shut up,” you sighed, your face heating up despite yourself. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I pick Metallica.” 

Eddie snorted, the width of his shoulders squaring with confidence as he kept you in the space between his arm and torso. You could feel how warm he was. “You really think so?” he asked, the soft lilt of a tease in his voice.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” It still felt like there was lightning between your ribs, electricity pooling at every juncture where you and Eddie touched. 

“But, I was teasing you. It’s a Van Halen cassette… you would know that if you’d bothered to read it before you decided to wrestle me for it.” You stamped another kiss against the tip of his nose. He wrinkled it endearingly, making you smile.

“Well now I’m glad I didn’t.”

[kinardsevan]

30 day fluff challenge: day seventeen

"sleeping in the same bed together for the first time"

Evan tugs at the blanket, shifting it back and forth in minuscule movements as he waits. He’s not entirely positive why he’s so anxious. Nothing new is happening that hasn’t happened before, and there’s zero pressure for anything to happen. But still, he’s nervous. 

He leans back against the headboard and picks his phone up, staring down at the screen. Maybe a game or an article can hold his attention for a few minutes. 

He opens one game, clicks on a few options, and then closes it. Opens another, does the same, closes it. Open a third—one of those merge games—and plays for a few minutes, but then he’s out of energy in it and refuses to spend any money, so he gives up on that option.

He could call someone. Maddie would probably talk him down. Eddie would try to get him to laugh. They’d both tell him that everything is okay if he’s not ready for this step. 

But he is, and he doesn’t want the justification for why it’s okay to leave. He just needs a moment to gather the courage to be there. 

The bedroom door opens and Tommy steps through in his sweats, still toweling his hair dry. He glances up at Evan on his bed and smiles. 

“Hi babe,” he says softly, dropping his towel into an empty basket on the floor. Evan smiles up at him, feeling some of the anxiety in him quell at the sight of Tommy. He watches quietly as his boyfriend moves around the bedroom, picking things up and tossing them in the basket, grabbing a dollop of lotion and rubbing it into his skin, fluffing his pillows before pulling back the blankets on his side. 

Tommy glances up at Evan as he pulls one of the cords on the lamp on his side of the bed, eyes him for a moment. 

“You okay?” He asks curiously. 

Evan nods quickly. “Yeah, why?” 

Tommy stares at him, examining, a soft expression on his face. “You seem tense.” 

Evan sighs, leaning harder against the headboard. Tommy’s gaze narrows at him and he slides up onto the bed, his back facing the opposite direction so he’s facing Evan head-on. 

“Talk to me.” 

Evan tugs at the blanket again then, staring down at it. “I want to be here. Honestly, I-I’m excited about it. But…” 

“You’re also nervous,” Tommy surmises. Evan’s doesn’t lift his head, but his gaze slides up to meet his boyfriend’s and he gives a small nod. 

Tommy nods, understanding. “I mean it’s a step. No one’s saying we have to take it tonight. If this is too much-..” 

“No,” Evan interjects, cutting him off. “It’s not too much. It’s…” He pauses, shakes his head. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve slept over at someone else’s house. I’m used to bringing people home.” 

Tommy nods. He makes miniscule movements with his head, minimal shifts, and then a tilt as a thoughtful gaze crosses his face. “I mean, we could do this at your house instead, on another night? Not that I don’t want to, but I’m already dressed for bed.”

Evan shakes his head again, although he doesn’t say anything further. Tommy reaches out for his hand and squeezes it, pulling his fingers up to his mouth and kissing them. 

“What’s happening in your head right now,” he asks. “Have you not had good experiences sleeping in other people’s beds?” 

Evan stares hard at the blanket still, eyes focused on a piece of the down duvet pinched between his fingers. 

“You know my parents were checked out,” he replies. 

Tommy nods. 

“So I mean, when I was growing up, any time I asked to go to a friend’s, they basically always said yes,” he explains. “And there was this kid, Andy. We played sports together that our parents never came to see. His dad…” Evan pauses, shakes his head. “It’s like, their parents could be great all day long, and the minute the sun went down, so did he. He would scream and yell, and throw things. A-and my parents were so checked out that sometimes I wouldn’t go home, I’d just stay at Andy’s for weeks at a time when Maddie wasn't around. Because even though it was messy, it felt like a real family there."

“But that made you a target,” Tommy surmises softly, knowingly. 

Evan nods slowly. “He never actually hit me or Andy. B-but there were a few times we got shoved into walls, or he’d be throwing things and one of them would hit us.” He reaches out for Tommy’s hand then, lifting it to his tattoo of two bands around his forearm, and runs his fingers along the wider band on the inside of his arm. It takes a moment, but Tommy can feel the raised texture under the ink. “He threw a plate one night and it shattered. One of the pieces deflected off my arm. Not deep enough for stitches, but still.” 

Tommy nods again. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” 

“It doesn’t bother me anymore, or hold me back from anything,” Evan continues. “But sleeping in someone else’s bed always has me waiting for the screaming to start.” 

Tommy considers the predicament for a tick, running his finger back and forth over Evan’s arm as he does. After a moment, he lets out a breath, looking up at Evan. 

“Well, we can do what I suggested, have the first overnight at your place. Or we can stay here,” he offers gently. “This is still all on your terms, Evan.” 

“But there’s no way to avoid sleeping in other people’s bed,” Evan replies. 

Tommy gives him something between a half-smile and frown. “No. There isn’t.” He lifts his fingers, curling them under his boyfriend’s chin. “But what I can do is promise to never yell at you like that, and do my best to make you feel safe here.” 

Evan nods, letting out a long breath. 

“I want to try,” he says softly. “I want to stay.” 

Tommy nods again. He leans across the space and kisses him softly, pressing their foreheads together. “Okay.” When he leans back, he brushes a hand down Evan’s cheek, thumb tracing over his orbital bone. “You tired yet? Or do you want to cuddle and watch something?” 

“Can we put something on,” Evan asks in a small voice. 

Tommy nods. He shifts off the bed and moves around again, shuffling his pillows a bit more until he’s satisfied while he passes Evan the remote to the TV. 

“Put on whatever you want,” Tommy tells him, still fussing with his pillows. After a few minutes, he’s finally satsified with the way they’re settled, and he slides beneath the blankets as Sleepless In Seattle starts on the TV. 

“I like the ending to this one,” Tommy says as he settles back on the pillows. Evan nods as he shifts backwards, guided by Tommy’s hands on his hips. Once he’s settled, Tommy’s arms slot tighter around his waist. Tommy kisses his shoulder. He settles into the movie, occasionally nuzzling against Evan’s head, leaving a gentle kiss but mostly keeping his attention on the film. Still, Evan settles more and more into the bed with each passing minute. Tommy can feel as the tenseness in Evan melts off of him, seemingly with each new small gesture Tommy makes; a kiss, a brush of his thumb over his hip, the graze of his stubble against Evan’s shoulder. 

Fifteen minutes in, Tommy glances down at him, letting out a yawn. Evan has shifted further down, leaning into Tommy’s bicep. 

“I’m not selling anything, I just want to help. I want you to know that your son called and he asked me for some advice on how you might find a new wife.” 

Tommy smiles fondly, kissing Evan’s temple. The blonde is fast asleep in his arms. 

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Seventeen - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Seventeen - That's All I Needed To Know

As if you had just fallen asleep, your alarm was ringing on the nightside table telling you that it was time to head out with Tyler to Texas. You turned over towards the nightstand and let out a long groan as you hadn’t gone to bed until about midnight after the dinner with the Tornado Wranglers that, to your surprise, went extremely well. 

Asher and Finn were welcomed with open arms by Lilly and Dani who started showing them around the vans. Meanwhile, Boone was practically interrogating you about the Storm Riders and what got you into chasing. 

You reached over and grabbed your phone, turning the alarm off and plopping it back down onto the bed. You took a deep breath and stretched across the whole bed, having a couple of spots in your back crack. 

“That felt nice,” you sighed to yourself with a small smile.

Thankfully the two of you packed the car before dinner last night so all you had to do was crawl into the truck and fall back asleep as Tyler was driving to his aunts and then you would drive to your parents the following day. You had a set of comfier clothes to wear for the day but weren’t fully pajamas like you wanted to stay in, but first impressions were big to you. 

As you were sitting up there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Tyler’s voice. 

“Beautiful, are you up and ready for a road trip?” He asked quietly. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, getting up and shuffling over to the door to greet him. 

“I stand mistaken,” he said, making you confused, “Good morning, gorgeous.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you groaned, walking to the couch to grab the small stack of clothes. 

“Oh c’mon, is someone not a morning person?” He asked with a smirk while leaning on the door frame. 

“Not when it’s 2:45 in the morning and we went to bed at like midnight,” you said, heading to the bathroom, “I don’t understand how you have so much energy.” 

“Because I’m fired up, baby!” He said excitedly, but quiet enough not to wake up the whole motel. 

“I can tell,” you said, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. 

“Can I ask you something real, babe?” He asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door. 

“What’s up?” You asked, turning the sink on to get somewhat ready for the day ahead of you. 

“How long do I have to wait to ask you to be my girlfriend?” He asked, “I don’t want you to view this as me pressuring you or rushing into it, I just want a rough idea in case someone asks.” 

You took a deep breath while remembering your talk to yourself yesterday while in a breakdown. 

“Soon, Ty,” you said softly, “Soon.” 

“R-Really?” He asked with disbelief in his voice. 

“Yes,” you said, wiping your face with a damp washcloth, “Now don’t keep bugging me about it or it’ll be pushed further away.” 

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, “That’s all I needed to know.” 

You quickly changed into your clothes and tossed the ones you had into your laundry bag. You let your hair down from the bun it was in, getting your fingertips wet and fluffing it. You opened the door to see Tyler sitting on the couch with his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs. 

“Ready?” He asked, looking over at you with a smile. 

“Just have to check out,” you said, grabbing your purse and the small bag of things you needed for the night and morning. 

“You can go get comfy in the truck, there’s already a blanket and pillow in the seat for you,” he said, “And one of those coffee drinks you like.” 

“How do you know I like iced coffee?” You asked, never having told him that. 

“I’m observant,” he said, holding the door open for you. 

“Sounds like I have to watch what I say and do,” you joked, walking out the door and over to the stairs. 

“Careful on those now, don’t need you fallin’ again,” he chuckled, shutting the door and walking over to you. 

“At least we won’t start Lil Blue and get blown away by the radio,” you said, walking down the stairs. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “Whatever.” 

“Whatever,” you said mockingly. 

“What was that, little lady?” He asked, grabbing your waist and turning you around. 

“I said, whatever,” you giggled, mocking him again. 

“I don’t sound like that,” he said, opening the truck door for you as he pushed you against the truck. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking up at him with a smile. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, kissing your cheek gently. 

“Okay,” you trailed, getting into the truck and Tyler shutting the door. 

“Do I sound like that?” He asked himself as he walked into the main office of the motel to check you both out. 

You leaned the seat in the truck back a bit, getting it to the ultimate comfy position and situating the pillow and blanket Tyler supplied. Both things smelled just like him so it was easy for you to fall asleep since his scent made you feel calmer. It may have not been a deep sleep, but light enough that you could still somewhat hear what was going on around you. 

The truck door opened letting in a rush of cooler air that made you groan, pulling the blanket closer to your face. Tyler chuckled, getting in and adjusting the seat to where it was comfortable for him to drive. He started the truck and turned to have the heat on slightly for you. He paired his phone to play music while he drove, not having it too loud to wake you. 

Once he got on the main roads, he turned it up a couple of notches and hummed along. 

“You know, baby,” he said softly, “I’d wait my whole life if it meant being able to be with you. No matter what anyone says about you, I’ll still choose you.” 

It was honestly like he planned it, as he started being all sappy, “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes started to play. 

“You know I’d fall apart without you, don’t know how you do what you do,” he sang softly, “Everythin’ that don’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you.” 

He reached over and put his hand on your thigh that was exposed from the blanket, rubbing small circles with his thumb while Hunter sang the next verse over the radio.

“Cause I just wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make you feel wanted,” Tyler sang, “I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, never let you forget it. Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted.” 

This caused you to wake up slightly, even though you had just fallen asleep. Your heart was melting yet beating rapidly over him. 

“Hey,” you mumbled softly while blinking your eyes open. 

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” he said while turning the radio down, then putting his hands on the wheel and sitting silently. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you said, softly patting your hand on his leg. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, glancing over at you. 

“Yes, it’s cute hearing you sing,” you said, smiling at him with a sleepy smile. 

“I mean every word, babe,” he said, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“I believe you,” you said, adjusting your pillow and closing your eyes again.

Want more? Here's Chapter Eighteen!

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the official masterlist!

seventeen ☆ a morning with you (jun x minghao fluff) picture perfect (scoups x reader fluff) care and cuddles (joshua x reader fluff) mission tth (take the hint) (joshua x reader fluff) clingy cat (woozi x reader fluff) wait (dino x reader fluff) a lovely december (jeonghan x reader fluff) sincerely yours (mingyu x reader fluff) seventeen's vocal line as tea (vocal line x reader fluff in some parts?) things that i love hate about you (seungkwan x reader fluff) you..snore? (vernon x reader fluff) best birthday gift (dino x reader fluff) 11:11 pm (mingyu x reader angst/fluff) 7:20am (dk x reader fluff) again and again (jun x reader fluff) him. (hoshi x reader angst) whatever you say baby (wonwoo x reader fluff) unfair! (seungcheol x reader fluff) sunsets and you (minghao x reader fluff) all roads lead to you (dk x reader fluf)

txt ✿ a warm sunday (soobin x huening fluff)

enhypen 彡 Who are you, Really?

[imnameimswrld]

⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

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[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter seventeen

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

After Dorry and Broggy helped the crew leave Little Garden safely, you set off for Alabasta, using the eternal pose that Sanji found in Mr. 3's hideout.

You had started your grueling training with Zoro, and you now understood why that man was the way he was.

You'd have to be in order to even survive the type of workouts he was doing.

But you all were well on your way to Alabasta, until Nami fell sick with a horrible fever. 

You did your best using some of the medical knowledge you knew from your home village to try and help her, but without some of the herbs from your homeland, you were pretty much useless.

So, after dealing with some ship-eating weirdo named Wapol, the Merry made it to this beautiful winter island.

The islanders gave the crew a pretty warm welcome, but after some convincing, Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, and Vivi went onto the island with Nami to find a doctor.

So now here you were, stuck on ship watching duty with your idiot swordsman.

"Nice. That's much better. Eh?" he smiled, clapping his bare feet together from his spot on some random crate.

You playfully rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the swordman's silliness.

"You heard Vivi, the weather out here is like 10 degrees below freezing. And it's snowing. You shouldn't have your feet out," you scolded, snuggling further into your big winter coat

"But now we can finally get back to some real training. I was getting sick of that modified training we had to do 'cause of my stupid injury," he sighed, standing up and taking off his coat, haramaki, and shirt.

"Besides, just watchin' the ship is boring as hell."

You blushed at the sight of him shirtless, quick to clear your throat in order to snap yourself out of it.

"Maybe some ice water swimming will help me clear my head. Whaddya say? Wanna join?"

You scoffed.

"You're insane. Swimming out in this weather would be a death sentence. And there's no way I'm dying with you," you dismissed.

"Besides, I'm a Devil Fruit user. I can't swim."

"Training to swim might help," he shrugged.

"That's not how that works..." you sighed.

"Suit yourself. If you're not comin' then stay with the ship, alright," he nodded, stepping up onto the ledge of the Merry.

"Yeah, whatever. If you die I'm not coming to get you," you humphed, crossing your arms disapprovingly.

"You wound me," he scoffed, shooting you his usual smirk before jumping off.

Your cheeks glowed dark red and you ran over to the rail, looking over to see him swimming down the icy river.

"Dammit, Zoro! Be careful!" you called, placing your hands at the sides of your mouth. 

"I know!" he called back, his figure getting smaller in the distance.

You huffed, watching your puff air disappearing into the frigid wind.

'Shit. This is so damn stupid. I'm so frickin' stupid.'

You turned around, only to see Karoo giving you a knowing smirk, his feathery eyebrow cocked.

"The hell you lookin' at?" you asked, snappily.

"QUAAAAAACK," he answered, pointing his wing at you, then in the direction of Zoro, then drawing a heart in the air.

You turned dark red.

'No way the duck noticed.'

"Shuddup, Karoo. You don't know anything," you scoffed, sitting down next to him. 

He huffed roughly out his nose.

"QUAAAAAAAAAK! QUAAAAK QUAAAK!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and standing up in front of you.

You cocked a brow, tilting your head in confusion.

The bird sighed, taking off his hat and fluffing up his feathers to look like Zoro's hair.

"QUAAK QUAAK, QUA QUAAK QUAAAK QUAK," he started, pretending to be Zoro walking down the deck.

He pretended to let his eyes drift to you, then made himself blush, quacking under his breath as he averted his eyes.

You blushed.

'Is this... what Zoro does?'

"QUAAAK QUAAAK, QUAAK QUAAK QUA QUAAK,"' Karoo stated, pointing in Zoro's direction, drawing a heart in the air, pointing at you, and then stretching out his wings to show bigness.

You sighed, a strong gust of frozen wind making you violently shiver, "Whatever you say, you damn duck. Just come over here. It's getting really cold."

Karoo huffed, waddling over and plopping himself down next to you, using his wing to cover you as you snuggled into his feathers.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence... you damn duck," you groggily smiled, letting out a loud yawn before slowly drifting to sleep.

Karoo smiled, contently sighing before snuggling back into you.

A sharp gust of wind quickly woke you up, making you pull your cheek out from Karoo's feathers.

You snapped your head up to the sky, measuring the Sun to see that it was a little further behind from what it was when Zoro left.

'It's impossible for the sun to go back. So that means...'

"SHIT!" you realized, jumping up from the deck.

You quickly took off your coat, unfurling your wings.

"QUAAAAAAAAK?!" Karoo asked, confused.

"Karoo, I need you to watch the ship while I go find Zoro, okay? Somehow we slept through the night and Zoro's been stuck out there in the snow," you ordered, giving the duck a firm head pat.

He nodded, giving you a thumbs up with his wing.

"Good, I'll be back as soon as I can," you smiled, shooting off in the direction Zoro went.

After hours of searching, you began to grow worried.

You couldn't find a trace of Zoro anywhere. 

Hell, you couldn't even find a trace of your crew anywhere.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew I should've went with him. That idiot. He probably got lost somewhere.'

"I gotta find him fast or I might just freeze to death," you chattered, taking a sharp turn. 

In order to use your wings, you had to take off your coat, which meant that you were soaring through this frozen wasteland in a tube top and skirt.

'This is bad. He could've drowned, or seized up, or passed out from exhaustion. And his injury not being healed fully isn't helping.'

"Shit," you sniffed, quickly wiping your eyes of their glassiness, the wind blowing directly in your face.

You turned your gaze to ground once again, only to see the figures of Usopp and Vivi below you.

You smiled, quickly diving down and landing next to them.

"(y/n)?! What are you doing here?" Usopp asked, confused.

His face was incredibly inflamed, and he had a nice, black shiner on his right eye.

"I'm looking for Zoro. He left the ship for some ice water training, so I took a nap, and when I woke up, it was the next day and he was still nowhere to be found. I'm getting really worried. I've been searching for hours," you frantically explained, hands shaking.

"Don't worry, (y/n). We'll help you find him," Vivi smiled, placing an arm around your shoulder as she stepped forward, only for something to stand up from under her feet.

"AHHHH! MONSTER!" Usopp screamed.

But as you looked closer you noticed...

It was your idiot swordsman.

"Whoa, that was a close one. Why do I feel like I dreamed about a field of flowers?" he asked, his teeth chattering violently.

"Hit by an avalanche in the middle of a training session, not exactly an ideal workout. Though it is kinda like swimming in snow."

You smiled and quickly tackled the poor man in a hug, taking him to the ground.

"Huh? (y/n)?! What the hell are you doing? I thought you were watching the ship," he asked, confused as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

"You damn idiot! You scared the hell outta me!" you scolded with a smile, pulling your face out his chest and looking up at him happily.

His breath hitched, and his familiar tinge of red came to his cheeks.

"I told your dumb ass not to go out in this weather, especially dressed like that. Take this."

You both stood up and handed him his coat, your cheeks lighting up at the two behind you, who were giggling and burning their knowing looks into the back of your head.

"Thanks. But what about you? You're wearin' less than me," Zoro realized as he was halfway into the coat, starting to take it off again.

"I can't fly with the coat on. So I'll just have to deal 'til I don't have to fly anymore. I'll be fine," you waved off, pretending you weren't violently shaking.

The swordsman gave you a quick once over, before throwing one half of the coat over your shoulder and grabbing your waist, pulling you closer.

Your eyes went wide, and you looked up to the man for an explanation.

"Now we both won't freeze to death. If you have to fly you can just come out from your side," he huffed, averting his eyes from you as a tinge of red grew on his cheeks.

And not from the cold.

You smiled.

"You feel like a block of ice... but thanks," you contently sighed, scooching closer.

The two of you turned to Vivi and Usopp, who were still wiggling their eyebrows, before you all decided to start moving again. 

"Anyway, Zoro, you were really winter swimming?" Usopp asked.

"Yeah, that was the idea. But after swimming in the river for a while, I had no idea where I was anymore. So I started walkin' around, doin' some strength training workouts," Zoro explained.

"Woulda saved me the trouble if (y/n) hadn't been so stubborn and just tagged along."

"I told you, dumbass, I can't swim," you groaned.

"Either way, doing workouts dressed like that? In cold weather? You're real stupid, aren't you," Usopp scolded.

"That's not the point, Usopp. Now shut up and give me your shoes," Zoro hissed.

"Not a chance."

'Maybe this is why Nami's sick. The fuckin' stress of dealing with these two.'

"Then just one shoe!"

"Nope."

"It's one shoe!"

"I said no! You did this to yourself!"

"Hey, look guys. There's some people over there," Vivi pointed out.

Ahead, there were two different crowds of people, one of them looking a lot like men of the Wavepool or Woodstool guy the crew met earlier.

The others seemed to look like the villagers that shot Vivi.

"This place is Big Horn. We just came back, but it looks completely different covered in snow."

"They have coats," you smirked, turning to Zoro.

"And they were the guys who attacked us at sea," he smirked back, already thinking the same thing.

"Oh no. I know those looks," Usopp sighed.

The both of you threw off your shared coat, running up the snowy hill to the warmly dressed soldiers.

You did a roundhouse kick and the guy took it to the head, while Zoro just straight up punched another one.

"Zoro! (y/n)! What are you doing?!" Vivi exclaimed.

"This is so warm! I really like this thing," Zoro smiled, rubbing his newly coated shoulders.

"It smells like dude but I'm not complaining," you cheesed, looking down at your feet and wiggling your toes in the snow boots.

"Watch out, you two! They don't look very happy!" Usopp called, pointing to the men behind you.

Out of habit, you were going to unfurl your wings, but the coat was keeping you from doing so.

And in no time flat, Zoro had already handled them. The men were on the ground, slashed and writhing in pain.

"Shame. Over already," he taunted.

"Zoro, can you make two openings in my coat? I wanna be able to stick out my wings and still be warm," you asked.

"Sure," he picked up a sword and quickly slashed, cutting out two perfectly sized holes.

But of course, not without giving you a heart attack.

"Careful!" you scolded, smacking him upside the head.

"Ow! What's the matter with you?! I did what you asked!" he exclaimed.

"Not like that! You almost cut my wings off!" you fired back, poking out your wings through the holes.

"Whatever! You got a coat and you have your wings free. So there's no reason to argue," Usopp groaned, pushing the two of you apart.

"Now we gotta figure out our next step."

"Secret Technique: God's Messenger, Twelve Point," you whispered, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

Just like that, about twelve of your feathers popped off, floating in the air.

"Do you guys know where Luffy and Sanji are?" you asked, turning to Usopp and Vivi.

"They headed up the mountain to find a witch doctor who lives at the top of it. She's the only doctor on the island," Vivi answered.

"Alright, scour the mountain to find Luffy and Sanji. Once you find them, help them up to the top of the mountain safely," you ordered your feathers, them quickly zipping off once you were finished.

"I remember that technique. One of your feathers helped me out back in Cocoyashi village," Usopp smiled.

"Mhmm. They can fly in any weather, are obedient, and won't give up on a task unless I order them to. Only downside is when I send them away, I've lost that many feathers. So if I send away too many, it could impair my flying ability," you explained.

"Even with (y/n)'s feathers search for those three, I still feel we should go up the mountain. I'm getting worried, and sitting here doing nothing isn't gonna help if those three are trapped in the avalanche," Vivi proposed.

"You have a lot on your shoulders right now, worrying about Luffy, Sanji, Nami, and Alabasta. But can't you see it? You have too many burdens on your shoulders. You gotta calm down. I believe in those three. They'll get through whatever's thrown at them, I bet my life on it," Usopp assured.

Vivi sighed, gathering her composure.

"You're right. Thanks a lot, Usopp. You're full of wisdom," she smiled.

"No, he's full of crap. He's just afraid to go up that mountain," Zoro rolled his eyes, roughly poking Usopp in the forehead.

"But I heard that there were things like yetis and man-eating bunnies up there! I don't wanna get eaten!" Usopp defended.

"Then say so from the start, coward," Zoro scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the girl.

"Telling you to not worry is all well and good, but if you really wanna check on them then let's go," you sighed, picking her up and tossing her on your back.

"Huh?! (y/n)! You don't have to do this! Really! I don't want to cause you the trouble!" She frantically tried to reason.

"Please. I do it for these idiots all the time," you assured, tucking Usopp and Zoro under your arms.

"WAIT! NO! PLEAAAAAASE (Y/N)! I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!" Usopp cried, squirming in your grip.

"PUT ME DOWN, WOMAN! I CAN GO MYSELF!" Zoro exclaimed.

"Here we go!" you blasted off, ignoring their complaints.

"(Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNN)!" they all screamed in unison.

[rdr2stories]

"Robbery in a quiet night." a rdr2 fanfiction

Isaac Morgan moved into camp with his dad long ago and he always saw Jack Marston as a younger brother and thus could never say no when the younger teenager asked to come robbing with him. So what happens when the seemingly passive victim suddenly acts up?

Isaac’s horse let out a snort as he let it eat, though the fierce mare struggled to settle down after the race him and Jack had just had, which he had naturally won as Jack still hadn’t been allowed a horse of his own and still rode one of the camp horses that the ladies usually used. That was one of the advantages Isaac with pride flaunted teasingly in Jack’s face, the fact that he had his own horse and own gun and Jack did not.

Eliza hadn’t been too happy about Isaac starting to join his father and uncles in robberies, but growing up in a gang there really wasn’t much she could do and by the time he was seventeen he owned his own gun, that was ten years ago now. He had become a rutine thief and one of the hardest workers in camp, mostly just because he found it funny stealing from the rich who thought that being out on the country side would be a relaxing vacation.

Abigail, similarly to Eliza, disliked the idea of Jack going out robbing and stood firm that he at least had to wait another two years until he had reached seventeen as well, what she however didn’t know was that Isaac had taken Jack out on small robberies every now and then in the middle of the night when the only people awake were Javier and Reverend who were willing to turn a blind eye. It was also only when it was those two or Bill who were on guard duty that they slipped out of camp for their adventures.

Although Jack didn’t officially own a gun he did have one, one that Isaac had slipped from a fella who had challenged him to a duel and lost, if there was one thing he had gotten from his dad it was the speed and dirty blonde hair. Though his dad was starting to get a little slow with his almost fifty years of age but he still held up well enough.

“So who are these people?” Jack whispered as he dismounted his gelding and came up next to Isaac who stood on the small hilltop, looking down at the vacation house bigger than the majority of common folk’s houses. He had chubby cheeks and his rough hair fluffing out around his head underneath the old hat that his dad had brought him for his twelfth birthday, the same age he had gotten his own cowboy hat from Dutch and Hosea.

“Rich idiots, young couple, the husband has some money in oil though most of their money came from family,” Isaac replied as he pulled the repeater from his back and looked down at the big single story house surrounded by small hills and a gravel pathway leading to a pond not too far away where a bench was built under the shadow of a tree.

Jack gave him a look up and down. “Seriously? You get a repeater and I get a rusty pistol you pulled off a drunkard?”

“The more experience, the bigger the gun,” Isaac grinned and ruffled Jack’s hair, earning him a groan. “Mask up pretty boy.”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Jack mumbled as he did as Isaac and pulled the bandana up over his mouth and nose.

“And I told you until you can beat me in five finger fillet I will keep calling you it,” Isaac chuckled lightly before gesturing at the house. “You go around the back and I go into the front? I can see them through the windows, they are sitting by the front door, so you go around, start searching for trinkets and valuables, I will keep them busy.”

“I want to join the action,” Jack mumbled lowly.

“The best job is one where action isn’t even needed,” Isaac said before creeping down towards the house. “Come on now.”

The two boys snuck down into the valley, Isaac sending Jack around the back of the house as he approached the front door, taking in a deep breath before kicking the locked door up and storming into the house. He immediately pointed his repeater at the two people who let out a scream as he came in.

“Goodafternoon lady and gentleman, this is a robbery! Do as told and no harm shall fall on neither of you or your possessions! More than the broken doorframe that is,” Isaac spoke with a sing song voice as he took in the shivering lady who wore more jewlery than he had ever seen on one person before and the man who looked utterly disgusted and startled at the same time, but there was something in his eyes Isaac didn’t like. “Imma need you to put your hands on the table.”

“You will speak properly to me your filth!” The man spoke in a harsh voice.

“Do what he says James!” The lady cried out.

“Oh I deeply appologize for my tongue sir, I would ask like to request that thou place thy fucking hands on the table,” Isaac mocked and pointed the gun at the table shortly. “Go on now, otherwise I am gonna place a hole in them.”

“You are disgusting,” the man groaned but either way complied.

“Disgustingly rich, yes,” Isaac turned to the lady. “Now I would like to ask you to remove any jewlery on your person.”

The lady nodded frantically before reaching up to undo her necklaces.

“I worked hard to be able to pay for those,” the man hissed.

“You mean your slaves did?” Isaac gave him a cold glare as his wife placed her jewlery on the table. “I am working harder stealing them than you did earning them.”

A slight thud in the back of the house where Jack was made Isaac frown and momentarily pull his attention off the man who immedaitely jumped him, going directly for the repeater. Isaac let out a low yelp as he yanked at the repeater that went off into the ceiling, causing the lady to scream.

The man kept pulling at the repeater, trying to pry it from Isaac’s hand until another shot went off, this time not from the repeater. His eyes went wide as the lady screamed out so loudly that Isaac couldn’t even hear the sound of the limp body hitting the ground, blood rushing out of the new opening in the skull from the bullet.

Isaac’s head snapped over to the wide eyed, panting Jack standing with his gun pulled and the bag of valuables on the floor. “Shit-” He hurried over to Jack as the lady fell to her knees by the body of her husband. “Are you okay? J! Are you okay?!”

“I killed that man…” Jack spoke in a mere whisper as his wide eyes were locked on the dead body and crying widow.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Isaac mumbled as he grabbed Jack’s arm with one hand and the bag with the other, pulling the younger boy past the dead body. “Keep the jewlery!” He lead Jack outside and whistled loudly, the horses coming to them shortly. “Up, come on!” He gestured for Jack to get up on his horse. “We need to get going!” He groaned as Jack slowly and mindlessly got up on the gelding while Isaac quickly mounted his own mare, kicking his heels in her side and setting her galloping off the gravel path, closely followed by Jack’s gelding.

They rode hard until they arrived at a small shed that Isaac had scoped out to lay low in, he lead Jack inside, careful to hide the horses in the nearby trees.

“Come on inside,” he spoke to Jack who’s eyes had begun to water.

“I killed an innocent man,” Jack spoke absently as he sat down on the one wooden chair in the shed.

“I wouldn’t call him innocent,” Isaac spoke as he kneeled down in front of Jack and took his hands. “He was a bad man, he was a slaver. He would have put Javier, Lenny, Charles and Tilly in shackles if he could. You know about.. Ya know all that right?”

Jack nodded.

“You know what happened to Tilly?”

Jack nodded again.

“Would you call men like the people who did that to her innocent?”

Jack sniffed slightly as he shook his head. “No…”

“See?” Isaac asked with a gentle smile. “You didn’t kill an innocent man, you killed a bastard and saved my life while at it! Now you can go mock me with that!”

A small smile tugged in the cornors of Jack’s lips as he dried his eyes with his sleeve. “Yeah, I guess I can.”

“Atta boy,” Isaac grinned as he stood up and ruffled Jack’s hair before gesturing at the bag which held a good amount of trinkets. “I will bring these to a fence tomorrow, we give half to the box and share the other half like the big boys do.”

Jack nodded with a small smile.

[c0zmo-writes]

Notes for chapter 6 of Birds of a Feather.

Chapter 6- Calm Before the (Fire) Storm

@possum-quesadilla @raineisinkless @katslitterbox @crawlingcarcass

“his wings were stained a garish blend of orange and indigo. He was the world’s most depressing sunset.”

Orange- anxious, indigo- depressed

“(although, if he was being honest, he really just loved the feeling of Shilo's hands in his hair.)”

Poor guy is so horribly touch starved.

“They’d started watching a new movie every night. Tonight’s film was Little Shop of Horrors.”

Added this in because I love this movie!!!! I will go insane if I can’t shout out my other interests in my work.

“HE IS!!! I love shy, clumsy dudes with glasses,” he swooned.”

I think he’d be pretty fond of Adam if they met.

“Beetlejuice hummed in thought. “I guess I like a gal who’s self sufficient. And funny. And shows me the stuff she writes, even if I can’t read it. And lives in a remote cabin. Oh, and I love when a pretty girl tranquilizes me, ties me up, throws me in her car, and kidnaps me. I swear, that’s the hottest shit. Wouldn’t you agree, Shi?” He smirked. Shilo rolled her eyes.”

The story of how they met isn’t the cutest depending on how it’s told.

“Beetlejuice had taken a liking to fake flirting with Shilo. She loved to brush it off and scoff, but deep down… She didn’t hate it.”

…!

“Beetlejuice, what did I say about smelling me? It’s creepy.”

This is a semi regular occurrence.

“Experimentally, she dragged a hand up and down the feathers on his back... Immediately, he leapt up, the feathers on his back and wings blossoming into shades of light pink and yellow.”

Back touching is a very intimate gesture in harpy culture.

“He fought to free himself from the fuzzy fabric, but his feathers fluffed up and sent him further into his frenzy.”

I FUCKING LOVE ALLITERATION. Is this sentence a bit much? Probably. Don’t care though.

“Shilo picking at her hair.”

She’s got some hair pulling problems (just like me !!!)

“I did. When I told you about her, there was a… tiny detail I left out. Real small, don’t even matter that much! Honest!”

…

“If you had asked a seventeen year old Shilo if, in eight years, she saw herself planning out the murder of her best friend’s psychotic mother, she would’ve asked if you were mentally disturbed. But now, here she was, looming over a whiteboard with a marker in hand, writing the title: “how to kill beej’s crazy fire bird mom”.

Safe to say she’s had a bit of character development in those years.

“They swapped ideas between each other, until they eventually created a list that consisted of: “water?”, “stab !!”, “wait until she’s senile (may not happen within Shilo’s lifetime)”, “feed her to a wild animal”, “iron”, “holy water”, “garlic”. As much as Shilo insisted that garlic was for vampires, Beetlejuice was set on adding it as an option.”

Beetlejuice has already used a few of these options, but it never hurts to try again!

“Even though he was asleep, his head still shuffled until it rested in its favorite spot— right over her heart.”

He loves the sound of her heart beating <3

[playername-player-of-games]

i may have mucked up pronouns sorry gamers feel free to shout at me and I’ll fix them 👍👍

lil 4th life thing idk if I’ll write more but I am Thinking

Faero is crushing up dandelions in a bowl to make dye for their coat. The weight of two lives presses in the back of their mind. Two more shots, two ways to make this right- and then they’ll go home.

Right?

“Your Date Of Birth does not appear to be registered in my database.”

Faero startles, a startled chirp like a caged bird escapes their throat, and whirls around to face the guard.

“Kaeris,” they scold, “you scared me, don’t do that.”

“My deepest apologies,” he answers with a little half bow, then straightens, “I only wished to inform you that your Date Of Birth does not appear to be registered in my database.”

“I heard you the first time,” they sigh, only now realizing that the dye has stained the palms of their gloves. They set the bowl aside and move towards some chests, “don’t worry about it, it’s not important.”

“Your Date Of Birth is not registered in my database. Please register your Date Of Birth.”

“No,” Faero answers, rummaging through chests for some kind of soap.

“Please register your Date Of Birth.”

“No!” Faero snaps, wings flaring up as they whirl back around, “why do you need it so bad?”

Not-Kaeris blinks once, twice. Then, “as your Model Guard, and Your Ally, and Your Friend, I would like to know your Date Of Birth.”

Faero sits, stunned at the declaration- sure they’re allies- but. A friend? Friends are allies, but to list them separately-

Faero swallows. Friends, allies, will Kaeris be disappointed? Does it matter?

Faero turns back to their chests, “it’s today.”

“Invalid date registered,” and that makes them laugh- of course, robots and their weird rules- “please register your Date Of Birth by saying ‘Admin, Register: Date Of Birth, and present your Date Of Birth in MM/DD format.”

“Admin, Register,” Faero says, a fond, exasperated smile on their face, “date of birth, eleven seventeen.”

“Date Of Birth Registered,” he relays. A beat passes, and he seems to smile, despite not having a mouth, “Faero! Today is your Birthday! Happy Birthday!”

“It sure is, buddy, thanks,” Faero answers, reaching further into the chest and expecting to leave it at that.

There are footsteps on the ladder. Apparently that’s not the last of that.

“Wh- hey,” Faero stands, brushing off their pants and rushing to the ladder, “where are you going?”

“To celebrate your Date Of Birth, it would be my greatest honor to bake you a Cake.”

“You don’t have to!”

He is still descending, “I will return shortly with, Eggs. Wheat. Milk. Sugar. And all of the tools require to bake a Cake.”

“O-okay!” they brace themself on one side of the opening, meeting the Model Guard’s eyes as he touches down, “be safe!”

“Thank you for your concern! I will be safe!”

//

Hours later, there’s chatter on the ladder. Faero is nearly done with their coat, only a patch the size of their hand is left.

“Faero!” Artemis’s head appears at the top of the ladder, his parrot wings fluffed up behind him, “why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?!”

Faero drops their hands into their lap, “it didn’t seem important.”

“It’s important to me!” Artemis practically falls into the room, tripping over the top rung of the ladder and landing on their knees in front of Faero, “you silly goose.”

“I’m an owl.”

And that’s all the warning they get before Artemis is throwing their arms and wings around them. Faero stiffens, startled, and Artemis must notice because they squeeze once before pulling back.

“I’m making you a present,” he says, pointing a stern finger in Faero’s face.

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to,” Artemis grins, hands at their shoulders giving a little squeeze, “and you’re going to love it, I promise.”

With that, the festivities begin. Their nest is full of chatter, warmth, light- a disastrous attempt at cake making that nearly burns down their house, Artemis and Faero’s laughter as they beat out flames and Not-Kaeris’s explanations and apologies are robotic but genuine.

Artemis sifts around in all the loose feathers, making triumphant noises as he finds what he’s looking for, and blocking Faero’s view with bright parrot wings in their face. They’re doing something with string and cut wire- Faero stops trying to look after red feathers end up, unfortunately, in their mouth.

At the end of everything, they’ve got a cake and presents.

“Objective: Complete,” says Not-Kaeris. He slices into the cake and offers Faero a plate of it, “I hope you enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Faero accepts it.

“And,” Artemis takes their arm, gingerly placing their now completed present in Faero’s palm and gently patting it once. He smiles, “happy birthday.”

It’s an earring. A feather earring- made of one of Artemis’s feathers. Bright red along the spine, melting into blue with a hint of green at the tips. It’s beautiful.

“And, look,” Artemis turns their head, grinning wide. An earring hangs from their own ear, this feather is white with black speckles. One of Faero’s. “We match!”

Faero smiles, a little choked up, “we do.”

“Happy birthday,” Artemis says again.

“Happy birthday!” Not-Kaeris echoes.

“Thank you both,” Faero looks down at the treasures in her hands, “this is- this-” she swallows, smiling up at them again, “thank you.”

[maitaitiu]

addendum

courage may never be forgotten, but it apparently has its limits implied zelink (sort of??) | 1395 words

Quill in hand, Zelda serenely added a final sentence to her latest diary entry. She was ever-so-excited about the school she’d commissioned Bolson to build. Finally, it seemed, her Royal heritage had a use: endless funds for the betterment of society.

And actual betterment, she promised herself, not just flaunting more gemstones and bigger towns that left working villages to poverty and plague with nary a care; no. Zelda wanted to actually help everyone. Not just add more weight to the wallets of pompous nobles, including her own family.

She had many ideas- all of which she was giddily noting down in her diary- but she was also trying to be cautious of stepping on the toes of traditions or other important things… it was a lot to learn, and she knew she’d already overstepped boundaries in a handful of places. She knew she could do better, no matter how long it took her. After all, seventeen years of training relentlessly to fill the shoes of a Goddess, followed by a century imprisoned in a half-coma with only Evil as company, and now… this… almost complete tranquillity… it was a sudden change, and nobody could fault her for being rather out-of-touch.

Honestly, the calm nature of her now-daily life had been like a shock of ice-water. How easy it all seemed… wake up, have the leisure of picking the day’s clothes, and have time for breakfast… some days she even let herself lounge in bed until the sun was high in the sky! Something that’d have been unthinkable in her past…

There was still a lot to adjust to; the aching hole in her chest left by the deaths of her friends, the countless citizens, the castle staff, and her father was almost too much to deal with at times, and on those days, she’d stay curled up in bed, unsure if she was on the brink of tears or if she just wanted to go back to sleep.

A silver lining, though, was that on those days, Link would bring food up to their sometimes-shared bed, along with a handful of fresh-picked flowers from the garden, and he’d braid her hair and listen to her ramblings or tell boring stories from his adventure or the mouths of gossipers in town to distract them both from whatever darkness plagued their minds.

He was downstairs at the moment, and Zelda could pick up the heavenly scent of his cooking in the air. She set about to begin a little sketch in her diary based on the copy of mock-up blueprints Bolson had given her, to accompany the entry, when-

THUNK.

Zelda froze, her hand just above her ink-pot, the quill-tip barely a millimetre from being dipped, and called out, “Link? Is everything alright?”

From downstairs, she heard him make a frantic noise of affirmation, and then something drop to the floor and smash, and then the clattering of wooden furniture as it scraped against the floor.

With a resigned sigh, Zelda corked the ink, set her quill down on the bedside table, and pulled herself out from under the quilt.

Though she had picked up a pillow with the intent of fluffing it and laying the bed properly, upon hearing a second THUNK, she gave up on the idea of being a good homeowner-guest-whatever-she-was-since-this-was-technically-Link’s-house, and instead hurried to the banister to look downstairs.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to meet Link’s wide-eyed gaze as he stood atop the dining table, the Great Eagle Bow in hand and ready to fire at a speck on the floor.

Or maybe it was exactly what she had been expecting.

“Link. What are you doing?” Zelda asked, and watched Link’s odd expression (was that fear? Was he afraid of something? She should probably be more alarmed, if that were the case) melt into sheepishness, and a hint of red flushed into his pallid cheeks.

While she was incredibly glad that Link was so far out of his shell these days… Goddess, he was completely incomprehensible at times.

Link only looked more embarrassed the longer she looked at him, though when the speck on the floor shifted just slightly, he must have spotted it from the corner of his eye, as he stumbled backwards on the table and let the arrow fly on accident.

Zelda closed her eyes as he clattered to the floor with a yelp, and chose to ignore that there was now a third arrow sticking out of the floorboards as she hurtled down the stairs and to Link’s side.

“Spider.” Was his only explanation when Zelda snatched the bow from his hands and pulled him up. With his face now a deep shade of red, he pointed to the speck on the floor, which Zelda could just now make out to be a tiny little house-spider.

The poor thing must have been terrified.

Though a glance at Link told her that he was likely much the same.

Unexpected, but…

Zelda held back a giggle as she calmly walked to the cupboards for a glass as Link climbed back onto one of the chairs.

She chose a simple cup and found a piece of spare parchment on the countertop, both of which she used to trap the spider and safely transfer it out the front door, around into the garden, where she knelt down in the grass and carefully let it free in the flowerbed.

As she dusted the soil from her trousers, she looked back toward the house, only to see Link’s horrified face pressed against the window.

After a moment of consideration- and a moment to collect herself so that she didn’t laugh at him- she delicately picked a dandelion from the edge of the garden before heading back indoors.

“You’re safe now,” Zelda teased as she closed the door behind her. “The beast is gone.”

At the promise of safety, Link managed to lower himself back to floor, from where he’d then become perched on the windowsill that overlooked the garden.

His face was still red in deep embarrassment, but he seemed to, at the very least, recognise that Zelda wasn’t looking down on him at all, despite her teasing.

He padded across the room toward her, apologies pouring from his lips, but Zelda quieted him by placing the dandelion behind his ear, the sunny yellow bloom brightening his hair and apparently his mood, as a tiny smile graced his expression.

“Why don’t we eat, and then we can clean, um… all of this… up?” Zelda suggested, and Link nodded, hurrying back to the kitchen countertops to finish up whatever he’d been cooking. (Which thankfully hadn’t burned, somehow, during this whole debacle.)

Zelda swept up the plate that had shattered on the floor, carefully hung the Great Eagle Bow back in its stand next to the shelves, and set out new plates and cutlery from the ones Link had kicked around in his panic.

Lunch was delicious, as Link’s cooking (almost) always was (she was never again trusting him with any “surprise” meals. One more rock-roast and she was sure she’d go insane.) and after they left their dishes in a basin of water to soak, and just about managed to pull the arrows from the floorboards, the pair set out on a little walk to collect fruits and such for a picnic in the woods below Hateno village for their supper tonight.

And later that night, in the light of a warming fire, their fingertips stained with berry juice, when Zelda leaned to rest her head onto Link’s shoulder as they sat beside their campfire as the sun set, he didn’t notice the spider that she flicked off his cloak, only that she mumbled that she was afraid of silly things too.

The dark, she said.

Though he still felt rather ashamed to have a supposedly childish fear when he was The Hero of The Wild or whatever it was people were calling him, it still felt nice to know that Zelda, who had probably some ridiculous over-the-top title like his, had a fear like that as well.

Link put a few extra logs on the fire as the sun disappeared below the earth and stars settled themselves contentedly in the sky.

The dandelion in his hair glowed warmly in the light of the embers.

[clementinebby]

Tonight’s thoughts are touch starved to love language is quality time seventeen:

-small gestures of love like bringing the other water

-them being the big spoon just to feel you cradled into them

- them having the control on where things lead

-small touches leading to small pecks

- lingering fingers and seconds too long kisses

- lips touching but leading no where except for small smiles and words of love

-covered in the comfort of another’s body heat and the fluffed up comforter

-the ac is on just enough to keep things cool and small breezes coming from that desk fan in the corner bc the dog likes to pretend it’s head is hanging out the window during your 2 am car adventures

-those spontaneous car rides meant to be small rebellions on your day to day life and his burst of freedom from the constraints of being a figure head for dreamers

- your shared pup just tagging along for the ride bc it is just happy to be with its two favorite people whenever possible(you the food provider and him the exercising buddy or what you call the playmate)

- nights are too often spent sleeping in order to rest and gain energy, enough energy to power through the coming day’s work load

-every now and then there will be days free enough to drive away with no job plans scheduled

- when you two get away there are no ideas on places to rest your heads, just driving till the end feels right

-when it’s right, it’s usually early morning and starts with finding a cafe(that hopefully serves breakfast sandwiches) and getting drinks to go

-sitting down somewhere quiet(though at the hour it is there is not much hustle bustle just yet) letting the breeze pass through and relax the mind while sipping on hot beverages, watching the pup roll in the grass and unfortunately sometimes pretty flowers

-reality is brought back by a member or two calling and freaking out about said man sitting next to you missing a recording or dance practice yet again and how their manager won’t tell anyone where you two are

-because manager man is happy for his(and your) happiness and thinks your little escapes are healing for your relationship and general well being

-but soon enough it’ll go back to missing him while he’s gone for weeks, months, even a year once upon a time

-and yet what keeps you two looking forward is to when you reconnect and take your spur of the moment trips to seek freedom

My thoughts lead me to think of Vernon and Wonwoo in particular, maybe Soonyoung just because I find comfort in someone you can be silent with and still feel like they are present and they seem like people you can spend time with without the need to converse all the time and just find comfort in each others presence. Okay bye!

[thecoolestbirdsong]

This is a warrior cats roleplay blog!!

Birdpaw is a young cat–seventeen year old equivalent, but still an apprentice

They started their training later than usual due to their parents' insisting

Birdpaw is incredibly determined to prove to everyone that they are more than capable to be a warrior

They are smart, headstrong, kind, humorous, blunt, determined, proud, and loving

Birdpaw is blind and wears a blindfold during the day to protect their eyes!

They love exploring new places, and get can switch between getting easily bored and doing the same task for hours (ADHD fo the win!)

References (their tail is fluffed up here; usually isn't that fluffy dgdb):

And a bit clearer one:

[eitmonline]

EITM Playlist 10/3/23

Hamilton - The Room Where It Happens | 6:10

BOYS LIKE GIRLS - The Outside (Outsiders Version) | 6:26

Depeche Mode - It’s No Good | 6:32

Dean Lewis - Trust Me Mate | 7:07

The Chemical Brothers, Beck - Skipping Like A Stone | 7:37

Wilco - Cousin | 7:51

Taking Back Sunday - Amphetamine Smiles | 7:56

BoyWithUke - Migraine | 8:30

King Falcon - Rabbit Gets The Gun | 9:04

Bleachers - Modern Girl | 9:32

AC/DC - High Voltage | 9:46

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Helmet - Gun Fluf | 9:51

Royal Blood - Pull Me Through | 10:23

Stevie Nicks - Edge Of Seventeen | 10:51

Bring Me The Horizon - LosT | 11:04

[shatteredminds]

The weapons visible on her person were a strange looking rifle, twin hand guns, a plethora of knives, as well as plenty of ammo in her bag. Though she doubted if she would need it as she knows the ins and out of the castle that used to belong to her brother Aries, evey nook and cranny, every hidden passage.

Due to being on a small ledge of the mountain still it looked to be that they were at ground level due to the snow on the ground, yet that wasn't so as as soon as Azura stepped into it the depth of the snow would make itself known as she would sink down to her hips. She would trudge through it with ease as she is used to this amount of snow.

"Their eldest son and heir to the thrown Agnaer is seventeen now and has a talent for magic and guns. Their twins Kynareth and Hjornskar are fifteen with an eye for fire based magic along with knife throwing and fist fighting respectively."

Once she reached the edge of where her and Sydall's territory meet her hair fluffed up, Sydall is lurking around nearby. If he was looking for her to attempt getting her to bed once more it wouldn't surprise her. She was taking her time to formulate a plan to breach the castle, she may know it well but even still it was better safe then sorry.

"The castle has traps and secret passages. It also has spells to block the magic energy of my kind, meaning once I'm in there shadow travel isn't an option."

The way she's speaking is how one does when briefing someone for a mission, since this was technically a mission of revenge after all.

He has nothing in particular to say, so he remains silent. He has traveled long enough to have encountered all kinds of royalty. The good, the bad, and the martyred. But he’s seen more bad royalty than good. All because power goes to everyone’s head. Fortunately, his mother is not like them. She is a good empress.

He takes note of Azura talking and saying than what he asked. But, he supposes he has no other choice than to get used to it. This is a part of her character, and he doubts this is something that will ever change.

He does not understand why she is taking her sweet time if she knows where they are. Perhaps, she is thinking of a plan? It would be a nice surprise since charging in a fight without a plan is not always a great idea.