#so happy that he seems to be absolutely defeating asthma

[nicoscheer]

Put the honey in the honeymoon 🫠

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Not the ‘come on you bastard’ around like 0:58 🤣🤣😭

X

[fatiguing-thoughts]

Shopping Day - Whitlocktober day 3

Alice and her mate Johnathon always enjoyed an intense trip to the mall. It was definitely hard to keep up with them as a human, even the rest of the Cullens struggled to keep up with them. Alice could shop better than you could breathe-- and that is not just because you have asthma. 

“Ok everyone, we are going shopping.” Alice announced to all of us in the living room. 

Bella and Edward didn’t seem one bit excited, Rose and I were interested in going as some shopping was always fun, and Jasper and Emmett were always down to make us happy. 

After hearing Bella give a sigh of defeat, Rosalie and I enthused the idea to stop the sadness from forming on Alice’s face. 

“I wanted to stop at Sephora anyway.” I say to Alice smiling, hoping her excitement would stay. 

“I wanted to go shopping anyway, I needed some new clothes.” Rosalie agreed. 

The smile appeared back on Alice’s face. We decided to all go but to take separate cars as we all can’t fit into one. We did separate by couple, so that nobody would feel trapped at the mall after being there for hours on end. 

“Well darlin’, we should really get going.” Jasper says to me, reaching out to hold my hand. 

I smile and accept the loving gesture. Nothing felt more peaceful than physical contact with my beautiful boyfriend. I felt a sense of intense love wash over me, causing me to blush. Jasper smiled and winked at me, causing my cheeks to somehow turn even redder. 

“Well lover boy I hope you’re ready because we’re gonna race there.” Emmett says cockily, giving off a light chuckle. Rose smirks but doesn’t agree nor disagree. 

“You know we can’t do that.” Jasper says with a slightly disappointed look in his eyes. 

“Maybe one day.” Emmett replies before we all head off to our cars, getting ready to go.

As we get into Jasper’s car, I wanted to ask why he was so disappointed, but his ability to read my emotions caused him to ask me why I was upset. 

“(Y/N), is everything okay?” He asked with a concerned look on his face. 

“I just feel bad, I feel like I slow you guys down. I hate holding you back from having fun. I’m sorry I’m fragile.” I say softly, looking down at my hands. I sat there recalling every time he had to turn down something he would enjoy doing because of you. You were too fragile to have the same kind of experiences, the same kind of fun. The guilt would sometimes eat you more than you’d like to admit. 

Jasper almost looks like you were a glass about to shatter.

“(Y/N), it’s not like that. I just want to do everything in my power to keep you safe. You’re the reason I love life, doll. Because of you, I feel more alive than ever before. I will do everything I can to keep you happy, but most importantly safe. A silly race to the mall isn’t worth the risk of you getting hurt in a car accident, or even worse-- getting killed.” He says as he pulls my chin up to look him in the eyes. Oh his beautiful golden eyes could be your favorite view forever. 

I felt like I was bursting out the seams of love, never felt so appreciated and cared for before Jasper. It was sometimes strange to enter such serious conversations so casually, but it was what you guys had-- serious. I know he can feel my emotions, but sometimes I wonder if he could ever really feel just how much I love him, more intensely than any other person was capable of. 

“I think you’re worrying for worst case scenario, but I accept your reasoning.” I said slyly. 

“I know darlin’, but no risk is worth it.” Jasper replied whole-heartedly, looking at me with honest and pleading eyes, hoping for me to understand. 

We turn the music on and I torture his poor soul by singing way too loud. Before we knew it, we arrived at the mall and met up with his siblings. Rose and I went into Sephora and probably had too much fun. As we passed a jewelry store though, a ring in the window caught my eye. I saw it and felt my heart flutter, I was in absolute awe at the ruby stone. Jasper looked at me, with you know, the look. 

“Don’t you dare.” I quickly said, grabbing him and walking away. 

“You better dare.” Alice chimed in, winking.

“Alright doll.” Jasper agreed, but you weren’t too convinced. 

But before you could argue, Rosalie and Alice brought you into yet another clothing store, with Bella trailing behind uninterested. 

The guys said they would be doing some “guy shopping” but I still wasn’t super convinced. 

After Jasper forcing you to eat something at the mall and shopping for 6 hours, I was finally freed from that living hell. At this point, my legs felt like they were gonna fall off. Jasper drove you two home as you met up with everyone at the massive home. 

“Hey (Y/N), I have something to show you.” Jasper says with an infectious smile on his face. 

“Listen here Hale, you better not have done what I think you did. Way too expensive.” I said, pointing my finger at him. 

“I would never ignore you, doll.” Jasper says as he kissed my forehead and pulling me into a hug. 

“Thank you love.” I said back, returning his sentiment. 

“Except when you say something I don’t wanna listen to.” Jasper said smirking with his maniacal grin. 

“Jas! You better not have.” I said, warning him another 15 times. 

“I did, but only to see you smile like the way you did when you first looked at it.” Jasper said so thoughtfully. He pulls the box out and shows me the ring in person. It was more beautiful than in the window. 

“I knew you’d like it my love.” He said smiling like a child on Christmas. 

“Thank you again, Jas.” I said, trying not to cry about my sappy boyfriend buying anything I like to try to make me happy. This was what you call, a good shopping day. 

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Word count: 1050

Technically I updated this so late on October 3rd that it’s actually “The Fourth.”

[imagine-loki]

Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 81/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T 

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

“Brother, what magic have you cast on your lady to keep her resting for more than an hour at a time?” Thor asked later that evening, when you were still curled up on the couch with Loki hours later.  You’d barely moved while you devoured every moment of your new game.  And you were content to continue doing so.  

You growled softly, not taking your eyes off the screen.  “Does it still count as resting if I take your brother’s hammer from him and hit him really hard in the head with it if he makes me lose this fight because he’s teasing me?” You asked Loki with far too much innocence in your voice.  You may have picked up some bad habits from your Loki. It would be hard not to pick up things from the trickster. 

Thor laughed and placed Mjolnir on the table, seeming sure that you weren’t worthy of lifting it.  Loki chuckled.  “Be my guest, darling. If you cannot, I’d be happy to do it for you,” Loki told you warmly and smirked at his brother.  He’d lowered the book he’d been reading while you were playing your game.  

Thor growled softly at Loki’s teasing.  He still looked impressed, though, that Loki had managed to get you to rest for once. “I don’t think I have ever seen her sit still this long…” he continued to tease you.

Your character predictably died while you glared at him.  You were on your feet in a moment, stomping over to Thor and grabbing his hammer from the table as you did.  You swung it as hard as you could at his stupid annoying face.  

Thor was shocked for a moment but caught the hammer mid-swing and took it from her.  “Enough of that,” he told you firmly while you glared up at him.

Loki smirked.  “Brother, you should know by now not to tease my kitten. She’s feisty and has claws,” he chuckled, amused by your and Thor’s antics and making absolutely no move to stop you from killing his brother. 

“Loki~~ He won’t let me hit him,” you whined at Loki, pouting over at him. “He got me killed!~” you whined louder while the team stared at the antics.  Loki just stared laughing.

“Is no one going to comment that she’s worthy to lift the hammer?” Stark asked, impressed and proud of you.  He was such a team dad.  You were glad he cared enough to be proud of you.  You were still surprised at times that he’d practically adopted you when he’d realized who you were and when you’d gotten to working in the lab together. 

“Course she is,” Clint replied and stole the remote to the TV while you were distracted whining at Thor.  “I’m just glad she got distracted so we can watch something besides her playing that dumb game…” he teased.  The team was glad you were resting, but they were tired of you stealing the big TV constantly to play Kingdom Hearts on.  Especially since they hadn’t played the first games and had no idea what was going on or why there were Disney characters in your Final Fantasy game. 

“I am not at all surprised that she is worthy. I always knew she would be,” Loki told the team fondly, finally deciding to properly get involved.  He turned to glare at Clint and his behavior.  “And that ‘dumb game’ has gotten my kitten to rest for a while now and I will not have you ruin it,” he glared.  He generally left the team alone, but he wouldn’t stand for them hurting you.

Clint, however, kept control of the remote and held it high above his head, which was well out of your reach. “Time to share the TV, kid,” he teased.  

Before you could kick him and get your remote back, Nat spoke up. “Barton… I’d give that back before Loki kills you or sestricka cries and then Loki kills you,” she suggested too reasonably.

“You should listen to Lady Natasha, Barton. I’m not against killing you if my kitten wants to play her game,” Loki smirked wickedly and summoned a dagger to prove his point.  He wanted you safe, resting, and happy.  And wasn’t above stabbing people to make that happen. He really enjoyed having excuses to stab them. Clint sighed and handed the remote back to you while he grumbled. “Good choice,” Loki said with a smirk as he vanished the dagger.

*

A couple days passed with you very happily playing your game to Clint’s annoyance.  You had an equally happy Loki who was content reading next to you and having you actually rest.  You were quite content to sit and rest and not do anything more strenuous than yell at the TV occasionally when you died in the game.

Bucky and Nat were making out on one of the couches, while you were curled happily in Loki’s arms, playing your game. Stark walked through the room and growled “Get a room,” at Nat and Bucky. Which resulted in Bucky raising his metal arm to flip Tony off while Nat made the rude gesture to him as well. Nat and Bucky both yelped when there was a spark and an angry whirring sound that came from from Bucky’s arm. You jumped to your feet to help, hating seeing your friend hurting.

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  “There goes that plan,” he grumbled.

“What plan?” Stark growled while Nat climbed off of Bucky’s lap, fretting over the soldier.  

“Of keeping kitten resting and not working on anything,” Loki grumbled.

“Pisoi, it’s fine,” Bucky insisted as you looked over the metal arm that was still sparking.  He was flat-out lying to you.  

“Cyborg, let her fix it. If you don’t, she will not stop pestering you,” Loki told him, exasperation in his voice.  You were predictable and hated seeing your friends hurting or in danger.  “But kitten, promise me you won’t work too hard on it. If I have to, I will supervise you in the lab to ensure you don’t overwork yourself.” You could hear the worry in his voice.  The last time you’d been in the lab, you had an asthma attack and Loki wasn’t convinced you were more healed now. 

You gave Loki a look.  You weren’t a child. “I’ll promise not to just make him a new one right now, but I’m not going to let this one keep hurting him and not working,” you protested firmly.  You weren’t going to leave one of your best friends in pain when you could fix it.

Loki nodded his acceptance.  “I can agree with that, but I will be in the lab with you while you work,” it was the closest compromise he could make. 

You nodded and took Bucky’s non-metal hand to drag him to his feet.  “C’mon, let’s get that fixed,” you told him warmly.  Bucky protested again that he was fine, but you didn’t listen to him and you led the two boys downstairs to the lab.  

“Cyborg, your lie will continue to fall on deaf ears. Just let her work. You and I will not allow her to overwork herself,” Loki told him as you walked downstairs.  

Bucky sighed. “It could have waited,” he grumbled as you got him settled in a chair in the lab, his metal arm up on the table next to him.  

You sat crosslegged on the table with a couple of Jarvis screens and got to work looking over the arm.  “Hydra makes shit technology,” you growled as you looked it over on your screens.

“That may be, darling, but that doesn’t mean you can work on a new one now,” Loki reminded you from where he was watching from a chair nearby. 

“I know, I know,” you grumbled. “But it will happen. Soon,” you growled, taking Bucky’s metal hand and bending and unbending his fingers, watching the inner workings of the arm on the screen. You hopped off the table and grabbed the big scary toolbox before resuming your place.  “Should be a quick fix if those incompetent assholes made this remotely logical,” you grumped and got to work.  

Loki distracted Bucky with conversation while you repaired his arm.  He knew it wasn’t comfortable for Bucky to have his arm worked on, no matter how careful you were not to hurt him.  It still hurt.  

Loki still kept a close eye on you and his attention snapped to you when you eeped and snarled at the piece of shit technology when it shocked you while you were working on it.  “Are you alright, kitten?” Loki asked you, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him quickly as you shook your hand from the shock.  You glared at the metal arm.  “Your mother was a can opener and if you don’t behave, I’m donating you to a community college,” you insulted it, but as Tony insulted his bots.  “Now behave,” you growled and got back to work.  

You eventually got the arm patched and running smoothly again. “That should hold it for awhile, but let me know if you have more issues, preferably before it gets this bad again,” you told Bucky after you closed his arm back up again.  

You hid a yawn behind you hand, but there was no hiding it from the ever perceptive Loki.  “It seems like it’s time for you to take a nap,” he told you fondly as he stood.

You nodded and moved to hop down from the table.  You found yourself in Loki’s arms the second your feet touched the ground.  You made a soft, startled noise, but wrapped your arms around his neck.  

Bucky chuckled.  “It’s much better now.  Thank you, Pisoi, now go rest,” he told you fondly.  

Loki smiled and cuddled you close as he carried you from the lab and up to his room so you could get some rest.

[nocturnal-jeon]

𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗➛ 𝚜/𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔

requested: reaction to their gf having asthma symptoms/an asthma attack please? they already know she has asthma but she hasn't had many attacks in front of them

this is my second time doing this shit because my fucking laptop died and it didn’t save, so it might seem rushed or short. this is so bad i’m so sorry lol

warning: might be triggering to some

Kim Namjoon

Two years. You had been with the love of your life for two years and you couldn’t wait for the years to come. Your first anniversary didn’t consist of much since Namjoon was so busy, but this year, he made sure to have Saturday blocked out for the whole day so he could spend the entire day with you and close off the night with a beautiful dinner at an expensive restaurant.

At first, you and Namjoon spent the entire morning in bed kissing each other, but mainly discussing the future and cute little things you loved about each other. That was until your boss, who you hated with every fiber in your being, called you in to deal with a work emergency. You planned to have this day off in advance, too, but that seemingly didn’t matter to your boss. 

You sat at your desk at work tired, defeated, and ready to go meet your waiting boyfriend at the restaurant, but you weren’t allowed to leave until the work was done. Reluctantly, you finished the work, changed into your dress in the bathroom, and then booked it to the restaurant. 

And when I say booked it, I mean it was as if you were running for your life down the streets of Korea, dodging people left and right and weaving your way through crowds. People gave you the weirdest of looks, but your boyfriend had already been waiting for twenty minutes past the agreed meeting time, and you didn’t want to leave him waiting. Namjoon, however, understood your situation and waited patiently in the restaurant for you. 

Entering the building like a crazy woman, earning more weird stares, you looked around for Namjoon until you spotted a blonde man sitting in the corner of the restaurant. You walked over, smoothing down your hair and straightening out your dress. His head turned at the sound of your heavy breathing. “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late,” you said as you sat down across from him, breathing hard. You grabbed the water in front of you and began to chug it. 

“Wait wait, slow down, you’re going to throw up. Here, take this,” Namjoon said as he pulled your inhaler out of his pocket. After inhaling the medicine, Namjoon watched you with careful eyes. “Did you run all the way here?” he asked. You nodded. “Babe, it’s fine. I don’t want you harming yourself,” he explained, reaching across the table and holding your hands. You gave a sad smile. “Happy anniversary, baby,” he said with a smile, leaning across the table to place a sweet kiss on your unexpecting lips. “Happy anniversary.” 

Kim Seokjin

You were on a new health kick. Well, it was your new year’s resolution and you wanted to beat all of your friends and stick to yours the longest. At first, Jin was skeptical of all of the changes you wanted to make to your lifestyle, but he soon became one of your biggest supporters. He would constantly look up healthy recipes and make sure you were eating well. 

Jin constantly thought about your asthma whenever he would watch you participate in a race against Jungkook or a dance battle with Hoseok. He didn’t want to see you hurting yourself and always had your inhaler nearby just in case, but you insisted that you were fine and most of the time all you needed was some water and a few minutes of breathing exercises. 

It might’ve been that you didn’t eat much this morning or you didn’t get very much rest that night, but as you ran on the treadmill at the gym, your boyfriend Jin watching closely, you could feel your chest getting tight and beginning to burn. Pulling the emergency stop button, the machine stopped moving and you gripped the handles of the treadmill as you bent over, wheezing. Jin jumped up from his spot on a bench and immediately searched his coat pockets for your inhaler. Gently taking you off of the treadmill, he led you back to the bench and sat you down, kneeling in front of you as he watched you inhale the medicine. 

“Nice and easy,” he said in a soothing voice as he rubbed your knees with his large hands. You took deep breaths as Jin counted and buried your face in the crook of his neck after you calmed down. His arms wrapped around your body and he rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve had one of those,” he commented, causing you to nod. He figured all of the physical activity you’ve been doing took a toll on your body over time. “Let’s go home, yeah? I think you should rest.” All you could do was nod. He supported your body as you stood up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder securely as he brought you home, bathing you in kisses and cuddles. 

Min Yoongi

After being with you for some time now, Yoongi knew that you were the person he wanted to wake up to every morning. Though you two weren’t always together, he knew that being able to sleep beside you every night would temporarily fulfill both your needs until you both had adequate time to spend together. 

So, Yoongi asked you to move in with him and it didn’t take long for you to say yes. Really, there weren’t many things to consider, so with no doubts in your mind, you began to prepare to move your stuff into his apartment. 

Yoongi slept on the couch in your living room as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom, staring and getting stressed out over the mess before your eyes. Various piles of clothes covered the floor, your bed, and any open surface. To say you had too many clothes was an understatement. Because you now had to share a closet with Yoongi, most of these clothes had to go, which is why you had each pile neatly labeled as “Donate” or “Keep”. 

Grabbing one of the cardboard boxes, you sat beside one of the piles and carefully put them in the box, sealing off the top before carrying it downstairs. You put it down in front of the door and repeated the process until there were about ten boxes in front of the door. 

You could only make it up two steps before you had to hold onto the railing. You wheezed, gasping for air, as your chest began to burn. 

Yoongi stirred in his sleep but sat up straight when he heard sounds that coincided with a dying animal. His head turned around and he saw you keeled over on the stairs. Getting up as fast as he could, he ran over to you. “Alright, baby, breathe,” he said softly as he guided you to sit on the step. 

Running up the remaining stairs, Yoongi searched through the drawers in your bathroom for your inhaler. And once he found it, he ran down the stairs and took a seat next to you. 

“Take it.”

“Yoongi, no, I’m fine.”

“Take it.” 

“Yoongi-”

“Just please, take it, y/n.”

Reluctantly, you breathed in the medicine and did your breathing exercises to get your breathing back to normal. You rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder as he lazily wrapped his arm around your body, placing a soft kiss on your head. 

‘Why do you have so many clothes?” he asked. You shrugged. “You’re not much better, Yoong.” 

Jung Hoseok 

You and Hoseok turned down the opportunity to hang out with the boys just to have a final round of Just Dance on the Wii. It was a common occurrence that you and Hoseok would play this game. you’ve at least played each song twice. But, you and Hoseok were both absolute gods at this game, so you had to crown someone the best. 

“Hobi, we’ve played this one like twenty times,” you whined as you secured the remote around your write. “All the more reason why we should play it. We practically know the steps by heart,” he explained with a sweet smile as he turned to look at you. “Alright, fine,” you said as you put some space between you two so you didn’t hit each other. 

“Ready, go!”

You danced with your all, trying to hit every move so you could gather as many points as possible. Your ego soared when you got the special point boost and Hoseok didn’t. You stood in anticipation as you watched the game tally up your scores. 

“What? How is this possible?” he said, in complete disbelief. You had won by a mere one hundred or so points. His mouth was wide open, causing you to laugh. You jumped around the room, a large smile on your face. “We have to do it again! It’s only fair!” he said. “It’s only fair,” you said with a shrug and smile before restarting the game. 

This time around, Hoseok was in a zone. He was determined to win. But he was so focused on the game that he didn’t even realize that you were no longer dancing until he saw that your person on the screen wasn’t collecting any points. Looking over at you, he saw that your hands were on your knees as you breathed heavily. He quickly paused the game and guided you over to the couch. He ran all around the house in search of your inhaler. Once he found it, he ran back to you and helped you push the medicine down your throat. 

“Breath, babe. You got this,” he encouraged. You nodded and Hoseok helped you with your breathing exercises. “You won fair and square, okay? Let’s not do this anymore. Let’s just order some food, okay?” he said, stroking your cheek. He felt so bad for pushing you to do this, but your sweet smile calmed his nerves. You nodded. He kissed your forehead.

“I’m so sorry baby.” 

Park Jimin

“Jimin, this shit is so hard,” you whined as he demonstrated the Idol choreography. He chuckled. “It’s always hard at first, but you’ll get it soon enough. I know so, cutie,” he said as he pulled you close to him by your waist and placed a long kiss on your cheek, warming your body. 

Jimin tried for months to convince you to let him teach you the choreography to a song of your choice, and you felt bad after a while of saying no, so here you were, Friday night, trying to learn the Idol choreography. And it wasn’t going well. 

“Let’s just run through this part nice and slow, okay? Just watch me,” he said in a soothing voice before pulling away from you and slowly, yet perfectly, executing each move of this dance. You watched, knowing damn well there was no way you could do this. But you didn’t want to let Jimin down. 

“Alright, ready, baby? We’re gonna take it from the top. You got this,” he said as he walked over to his phone to restart the music from the beginning. 

And so you danced your heart out, laughing periodically at how stupid you looked. You screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs, getting super excited when Jimin’s part came on. You looked at his face through the mirror and he watched you with such excitement on his face. “You’re doing great!” he encouraged with a thumbs up. 

You danced until the song was over and the joy left your face quickly. You began to breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling quickly. “Fuck,” Jimin muttered to himself as he ran to his gym bag and got your inhaler, running back over to you. He helped you sit on the floor and he put it to your lips, watching as you inhaled the medicine. 

Jimin watched you with worry and guilt in his eyes. 

“Don’t feel bad, baby. I’m okay. That was so much fun!” you exclaimed, reaching forward and stroking his cheeks. He nodded slowly. “How’d I do? Better than Hoseok?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a laugh. “Much better, cutie,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. 

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung had hyped this day up for weeks. Months even. Earlier in the year, he told you there would be a Kim family reunion and he wanted you to come with you. Now, you had only met his mother, and while she was the sweetest person to have ever existed, you were especially nervous about meeting every member in his family. 

“Don’t be so worried, y/n, everyone is going to love you,” Taehyung said, shooting you a quick smile before returning his eyes to the road. “But there’s going to be so many people,” you whined. His large hand found yours and squeezed it. “This is going to be so much fun, please don’t worry, love,” he said. He drove to the park and pulled into a spot, getting out of the car and jogging over to your side of the car to open your door. 

He held your hand as you stepped out of the car and he placed a kiss to your temple before walking deeper into the park. “What if they don’t like me?” you asked, genuinely nervous about that. He stopped dead in his tracks and pulled your body into his. Placing his fingers under your chin, he pulled your head up to look at him. “Hush. They’re going to love you.” He kissed you and you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his waist. He placed small little kisses on both of your cheeks before holding your hand again and walking towards the center of the park. 

There were at least one hundred and thirty people there of all ages, raising your anxiety levels. “Taehyung! Everyone, Taehyung is here!” Someone shouted. Suddenly, all one hundred and thirty people were surrounding you. Taehyung let go of your hand and began hugging everyone, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. You stood there awkwardly with a smile on your face. 

“Y/n is here too. Let’s show her some love!” Taehyung’s mom announced with a smile and a wink as she made eye contact with you. And before you knew it, you were hugging everyone too. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, y/n,” Taehyung’s mom said with a smile as she pulled you into a hug. “I’m glad to be here. Thank you for inviting me,” you said politely. “Of course. You’re family.” She politely excused herself and you looked around for Taehyung only to find him talking to some people. 

You didn’t really know what to do. Well, that was until you felt someone tug on your hand. You looked down to see a little boy with the biggest eyes and a smile just like Taehyung’s. “Y/n, you have to come play soccer with us!” “Okay, sure!” you exclaimed, running after the kid as he dragged you over to the soccer field. There were several other little girls and boys on the field. 

“I want her on my team!” One of the little girls yelled, taking your other hand and pulling you over to her side of the field. And the games began. It was as if their energy didn’t run dry because you were playing for what had to have been an hour. Taehyung looked around for you and smiled when his eyes came across your beautiful figure playing with his little cousins. 

He grew concerned, though, when you stopped moving when one of the kids went to get the ball that got kicked out of bounds. He watched as your chest rose up and down too quickly for his liking. Excusing himself, he jogged over onto the field and picked you up bridal style, swinging you around. “I want some time to play with my girlfriend! You all stole her from me!” he whined playfully as he looked down at the children while holding you close to him protectively. 

“She has to play with us later though!” One of the kids said with a pout. “We’ll see.” Taehyung carried you over to a large tree, placing you underneath it, the shade protecting you from the bright sun. He then dug into his pocket and put your inhaler to your lips, helping you help yourself. 

“You were having a bunch of fun, huh?” he said with a smile as he stroked your cheek as you tried to catch your breath. You nodded, smiling after your breath regulated. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about.” 

Jeon Jungkook

“Wake up, brat,” Jungkook said as he tried to pull the covers off of your sleeping body. “Fuck off,” you whined as you tried to put a pillow over your face, but he grabbed it and threw it across the room. Finally, he pulled the covers off the bed and off your body, causing the cold air to wake you up within seconds. You looked at the window and saw that the sun wasn’t even up yet. 

You then looked up at your boyfriend who watched you with a playful smirk. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?” you said as you got up with a sigh. “Oh, you love me. Now get dressed,” he ordered, sitting at the bottom of your bed, watching you change into sweatpants and a hoodie. 

You lost a bet. A fucking bet. And that gave Jeon Jungkook the right to pull you out of the bed at God knows what time so you could go on his morning run with him. A bet was a bet, though. Didn’t mean you had to be happy about it. “Get me my sneakers,” you said, searching for a pair of socks before putting them on your feet. He threw your sneakers at you with a cute laugh. Shaking your head, you put the sneakers on your feet and followed him out of the house. When he closed the front door after you, you couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh. 

“Alright, we’re going to start slow and jog,” he instructed, beginning to jog without warning. You tried to catch up, but your version of slow and his version were completely different. “Slow down,” you whined, a good six feet behind him. He turned back to look at you, a big grin on his face as his bunny teeth made an appearance, but he turned back forward and jogged for a few minutes before stopping. 

You gladly stopped, trying to catch your breath. “I’ll race you to that tree,” he said, pointing at the large tree several yards away. You smelt a challenge and couldn’t turn it down, so you nodded, dramatically cracking your knuckles. You ran past him at full speed, but he ran right past you and beat you to the tree, his laughter filling your ears. 

As soon as you reached the tree, you bent over and began to wheeze, your chest beginning to burn. You had overdone it. And Jungkook didn’t see that. Utterly shook, he searched through the pockets of his sweatpants for your inhaler and handed it to you, watching with eyes filled with fear. You breathed in the medication, going through the breathing exercises you learned years ago. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned for your well being. “I’m okay, Kook. Don’t look so scared,” you lightly joked, stroking his cheek. “I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m so sorry,” he said. “Hey, I know a way you can make it up to me,” you said. He tilted his head to the side. “Piggyback ride back home.” He chuckled and bent down as you jumped on his back, his hands securely holding the underneath of your thighs. 

As he began to walk, you rested your head on his shoulder, lightly kissing his neck. “Can we go back to bed?” you asked. “We still have to do the ab workout that I do after the run.” That earned a hard slap on the back, causing him to burst into laughter. “Joking. Joking,” he said, kissing your arm that was wrapped around his neck. “Yes, we can sleep.”

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The Scars That Make Him: Chapter 1

Ao3

Stiles is ten when he and his dad moves to Beacon Hills. He is freshly without a mother, and arrives with an ugly scar marring his face. It starts directly under his right nostril, trails with a slight angle over his mouth and under his chin and then directly opposes the angle just to the right of his Adams’ apple. It follows the curve of it and continues straight down to his right collarbone, where it bumps over it and stops just a centimeter under the hard just of it. This is the only scar visible for all to see. He hates it’s origins, hates what it remind him of and what he’s lost. He wears it with a strange pride regardless, the pride shown only in survivors of terrible things. A pride to old for a ten year old to wear so confidently, like an old friend or familiar companion.

Stiles is only ten when his life changes, when his innocence is lost forever to the cruel mistress of human life.

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The waxing gibbous moon shines bright over the treetops. Fate has her plans tonight, a destiny unwritten but well known that must be met. She sets it into motion with a simple push of wind on old wood, and a doorway opens in the Stilinski household. An old but loyal dog escapes into the dark, and the young Stilinski follows suit. He calls up help from the asthmatic McCall, loyal in his own, selfish, way. The two souls venture into the forest. Though the circumstances are different, they do not search for torn and shredded bodies; they do not separate as late as they should, the outcome will never change. The Stilinski child stumbles upon his loyal dog and the search party led by his father, and the McCall is nearly trampled and certainly bitten by a wolf.

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Stiles slips out of his blue and trusty jeep, sweet sweet Betty, followed quickly by four-legged Roscoe. Today the dog wears his blue vest, matching the blue flannel showing under Stiles deep green hoodie. As usual, there is no leash in sight, despite the school’s requirement for one. They have long overlooked the fact, Roscoe has been around as long as Stiles himself has. They wait for Scott to arrive at school, Stiles’ idly petting the brown fur of Roscoe’s head as they sit on the steps. Scott’s beat up bike arrives not long after.

Stiles feels himself smile at his friends arrival, quickly ignoring the uncomfortable but familiar stretch it brings to his scar tissue. The thing is no longer the obvious shock-white it had been when it first appeared, but it remains an obvious lighter shade to his skin, and easily splits three of his moles into jagged halves. He turns his mind to Scott’s tale of the night before, apparently his friend had found the body his father was looking for, but lost his inhaler in the process. The claims of a wolf bite, however, are absolutely ridiculous.

“Look, Scotty, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that it literally can’t be a wolf.” “Stiles, you weren’t there, I know what I saw.” “There aren’t wolves in California dude, haven’t been for 60 years.” “Oh.”

Scott looks defeated at the news, most likely bummed his bitten-by-a-wolf story is now a much more boring bitten-by-a-dog one. Stiles doesn’t try to lift his friends feelings, knowing far better than to try the impossible. Instead he distracts Scott with the beginning of the Fall Semester, and with it, Lacrosse Try-outs. He himself knows that his spot at bench-warmer is guaranteed, and he certainly isn’t going to attempt to get a field position. But Scott wants to get first line this year, and so Stiles will gladly support his inane idea, no matter are far-out and impossible they are.

Things only get weird though. Roscoe is acting strange around Scott, suspiciously submissive around the teen, and Scott as a weird moment in English were he offers the new girl (He thinks her name is Allison) a pen he had no previous clue to her even needing. It only get’s worse, with Scott seeming to completely ignore him and Madison in the hall, somehow hearing what Allison and Lydia are talking about despite them being more then 10 feet away and whispering. Something is up with Scott McCall and Stiles is going to get to the bottom of it.

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It’s so much weirder at Lacrosse Try-outs. Scott gets chosen to play goalie while everyone (minus Stiles) throws goal-shots at him. Scott catches his first one, in fact, he catches them all. Even Jackson’s. If he didn’t know better, he would assume steroids or some other athletic enhancement drug, but he does. Scott’s as innocent as a butterfly, would never even accidentally do drugs. So something fishy is going on. Scott doesn’t even seem concerned though, simply ecstatic that all his practicing actually worked. Stiles knows though, without a doubt, that his practicing at best would have only gotten him to second line and nowhere near first.

He, unfortunately, doesn’t get a word in edgewise with all of Scott’s rambling about Allison and finally getting his life together. He would almost say that Scott is talking more than even Stiles could, but he’s fully aware of how carried away he can get. Before he knows it, him and Scott are back out in the woods looking for Scott’s inhaler. Those things aren’t cheap, and while Stiles has a backup for Scott, he would rather not waste it if he can avoid it. Roscoe trots dutifully in front of them, leading the way while he and Scott finally have proper conversation.

“Maybe it was a werewolf dude.” Scott balks at the idea, no imagination whatsoever bumping around in his noggin. “Yeah, right. Because werewolves totally exist.”

Except, Stiles actually thinks about it. Scott had told him he could literally hear Allison while she as outside the school building. It would be one thing if she’d been outside the classroom door, or right near the windows, but apparently she had been on the other side of the courtyard when Scott reported hearing her. That plus the sudden athletic prowess and suspicious lack of asthma attacks or just wheezy breath- werewolves are looking kind of plausible right now. Scott isn’t even limping or favoring his side like he had been that morning, when his bite wound had only been hours old. Stiles would bet his jeep that the “dog bite” was gone or quickly on its way there. He’s about to seriously suggest the idea to Scott when the sudden voice of Derek motherfucking Hale spooks the ever loving shit out of him.

“This is Private Property.”

Roscoe immediately returns to Stiles side at his surprise, and Stiles instinctively places a hand onto the dogs soft forehead. Scott doesn’t jolt at all, though he does look mildly surprised. Stiles momentarily squints his eyes at his friend, clearly remembering that Scott is just as jumpy as he is normally.

“Are you deaf? I said this is private property, so leave.”

Derek’s voice rings out again, and Stiles feels a bit of irritation at the presumption tone the Hale uses. He turns his squinty gaze to the older teen, full intensity locked onto his chiseled face.

“Actually, the county reclaimed about a year ago- after all there were no able-bodied Hales living here.”

It’s a low blow- and Stiles really hate pointing it out, especially in such manner and tone. He knows all about losing loved ones, even if it’s not to the scale of what Derek must of lost. But the older teen is getting on his nerves and needs to be knocked down a peg or two, he and Scott have every right to be there. (Somehow though, Stiles still feels like what Derek said is true. How despite the legal nature of who owns the land, it will always belong to the Hale’s). Derek scowls at him, clearly not happy with his words or tone no matter how true they are. Something about Derek sends warning bells off in Stiles’ head, and he and Roscoe seem to shift into high alert at the same time. The change brings Derek’s attention to the German Sheppard by Stiles side, and Stiles absolutely hates the calculating gaze behind the green eyes. “Sorry man- we were just looking for my inhaler, I dropped around here last night.”

Scott’s words bring Derek’s attention back to the two of them, and Stiles relaxes a little without the scrutinizing glare on his dog. Derek’s eyes seem to narrow even more, glare becoming almost deadly sharp, and Stiles is very glad that eye’s can’t actually cut anything, or he and Scott would need some medical care. Derek throws something at Scott, too fast for Stiles to really process what he’s throwing or that he even moved at all until after it’s done. Scott, however, managed to catch the thing with ease, holding it against his chest for all of a second before looking to see what it was. It’s revealed to be the inhaler in question, and Stiles idly wonders how Scott managed to catch something moving so fast when not even days ago he couldn’t he catch something going much slower. Of course, he’s pretty sure he knows the answer already.

Derek looks unimpressed, but the calculating look is back in his eyes. Stiles narrows his own in turn, no liking at all what that could mean for Scott. If he’s right about the werewolf thing, it could mean that Derek is also a werewolf, or even a hunter. Because if werewolves turn out to be real then it would be a no-brainer to assume that werewolf hunters are also a thing that exist.

“Leave.”

Derek’s tone brokers no room for argument, so before Scott can get uppity about being told what to do, Stiles wisely leads him the fuck outta there. He briskly walks them away, trying to put some distance between them and Derek Maybe A Werewolf Hale. He has no clue if he’s right about this, but on the off-chance he is and the super senses are a regular werewolf think, he wants to make sure that Derek doesn’t overhear them.

“Dude stop dragging me-” “Don’t you realize who that was?” “Uh no, super creepy if you ask me, what was he doing out he-” “Scotty that was Derek Hale, you know, of the Hale Fire and the Hale House Ruins? His whole family minus him and his sister got burned alive-” “Oh shit dude, really?” “Yes really, I wonder what he’s doing back in town, I was sure he would never come back after what happened.” “Stiles, who cares? He’s creepy and I have my inhaler, let’s just get out of here.”

Stiles sighs in response. He’s not really surprised at Scott’s response. Scott has never been the brightest bulb, he probably thinks that whatever changes he’s going through are natural at best and rabies at worst. If Stiles is right, and it’s looking like he is with every passing minute, then he has his work cut out for him.

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Stiles’ first scar is received at the ripe age of four. A simple starburst of shock-white just under the dimple of his left knee. At this age, he is all babbling brook speech over crooked rock beds and four lengthy limps that stumble clumsy like over uneven ground and not-there cracks. It’s no mystery how nor why he falls and scrapes his knee onto harsh sharp rocks. Only a wonder in how he did it in the cityscape park where no such rock can be found. His mother laughs off the injury, just as energetic as he and simply antiseptic wipes and bandages the bleeding skin. A kiss that makes a younger Stiles’ think of mother’s magic healing touch over the band-aid. The injuries pain seems to disappear in thin air with the gesture, and upon looking back Stiles will wonder if it was all in his mind or is something more was happening under the surface, but in present time as an enchanted four year old, Stiles simply giggles with glee and demands ice cream from his favorite parlor.

It’s the first of many similar scars, all the pain washed away by the same magic kiss only mothers seem to know. It is only looked upon fondly by older amber eyes in the futures, when the scar is nothing more than a strange change in texture on the knee. The first of many to come, but held in special memory of long gone simpler times, nostalgia worn. It is one of few that brings a smile to his eyes.

[not-reddie]

Night Changes - chapter one.

Summary: On a subconscious level, Eddie has always been attracted to Richie Tozier. He was quite happy for life to go on with Richie blissfully unaware of the feelings he had towards him. But then everything changes when Richie goes away the summer before their senior year, and comes back looking hotter than Eddie ever thought possible. He’s not sure he can hide his feelings that well anymore. 

Word Count: 2.6k

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Eddie Kaspbrak spat out the remainder of his mouthwash into the sink, and used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He checked his reflection in the mirror one final time, standing on his tiptoes to get as close the mirror as he could, pulling at his skin with his hands to stretch it, searching for imperfections. He was disappointed to find that he had a small cluster of spots appearing on his forehead, red and irate, despite his diligent skincare routine.

Puberty, in Eddie’s opinion, had failed to be kind to him. His skin had always been clear as a child, but now it seemed that for every blackhead he managed to get rid of, at least three more appeared in its place. His voice was still in that awkward stage where it was cracking at unexpected moments and resulting in Eddie to make the most unusual sounds, mostly low rumbles that resemble donkey calls.

It had made him exceedingly self conscious, but the nail in the coughing for Eddie was that puberty had done very little to improve his height situation. He had only grown 2, maybe 3, inches, meaning that he had graduated from extra small child to petite woman height. The only thing Eddie had hoped to gain from puberty was the one thing that wasn’t granted to him.

He turned the bathroom light out and tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom, making sure to avoid the creaky pieces of floorboard because he didn’t want to wake his mom up, who he could hear snoring downstairs, drowning out the muffled voices of the people on the television.

He got into bed, pulling his duvet up halfway, only to his waist and then made sure to carefully tuck himself in. The summer heat still lingered in the air of his bedroom, and he flipped his pillow over so that he was lying on the cool side. He wiggled around a little, sighing in content when he had found the most comfortable sleeping position.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the exhaustion he had been feeling for the past hour to sweep him up and carry him away into a deep sleep. However, the longer he waited, the more any ounce of tiredness he had seemed to seep out of him and completely disappear. This was a regular occurrence for Eddie, so he shouldn’t really have been surprised; his mind liked to wait until he was relaxed and letting his guard down before it turned against him and filled with overwhelming, anxiety inducing thoughts, and there’s absolutely nothing he could do about it.

He kicked his duvet off in an angry huff and clasped his hands over his stomach, admitting defeat as he opened his eyes and stared into the pitch black at his ceiling, the swirly pattern of the plastering slowly coming into his view as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

There was only a week of school left before they broke up for summer, and Eddie couldn’t wait. He had missed the long summer days where he no exams or homework or project deadlines to worry about, where he could spend his whole day lounging around at the quarry with the rest of the losers, eating ice cream and creating bonfires when it got dark, staying out late into the evening because it’s still warm out and it doesn’t get dark until really late. His mother is usually more lenient with him in summer, too, let’s him on a looser leash because she doesn’t have to worry about him getting a cold or more dramatically, being kidnapped in the darkness.

Eddie’s really excited to turn 18 in just a few short months, so he can legally be free and do what he wants, and not feel guilty for making his own decisions. Although he suspects that his mom will probably find a way to control him anyway, because if there’s one thing Sonia Kaspbrak is good at, it’s manipulation.

But of course, summer and becoming of age had their consequences. Summer meant that senior year was rapidly approaching, and then the future he had been thinking about since he was 13 would become a reality, and that was fucking scary. Eddie wasn’t fond of change, he quite liked routine and familiarity, and senior year meant that everything would change.

Senior year meant applying for colleges, and then all his friends would be leaving him and getting far, far away from this shitty town that they called home, because it’s all they seemed to talk about, moving away and never looking back.

It seemed that all of Eddie’s friends had a plan of where they wanted to go and what they would do after college. Even Richie, who just so happened to be the most impulsive and indecisive person Eddie had ever met in his life, had gotten his whole life planned. He wanted to go to LA and be an impressionist, or a radio host, or just something where he could talk and be heard for once.

But Eddie? He had no idea. He wanted to leave Derry as much as everybody else did, but it felt less realistic every time he thought about it. Could he really leave his mother behind? A big part of him wanted to, for everything she had put him through, all the lies and fake medication and manipulation. But Sonia Kaspbrak was all that Eddie had ever known, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to ever break away from that. He knew that in her own twisted way, she really did love him, so thinking of leaving her behind twisted deep in his gut like a knife.

It was most likely that everybody would get out Derry, everybody but him. They would all go and be happy elsewhere and they would abandon him, leave him here all alone to suffer, because everybody else’s ties to derry are strings that are thin like wool and easy to cut, but Eddie’s ties are big metal chains that weigh him down and suffocate him.

He jerks his head a few times against his pillow, as if he’s trying to physically shake the thoughts away. He needs to think about something else, because his heart starts to beat a little too fast and his breathing becomes a little too heavy, and he feels the tell tale signs of a panic attack which for so many years he had mistaken as asthma, and he refused to use his inhaler. He still kept one in his fanny pack, because old habits die hard, but it had been a whole two months since he had stopped using it, and he’ll be damned if he has to start using it again now.

He thinks back to the start of his day, when Richie Tozier had quite annoying climbed through his bedroom window at 7am and crawled into bed with him. The dip of Richie’s weight had roused him from his deep slumber, and his eyes shot open in panic,but instantly calming when he saw that it was Richie. Eddie had felt a surge of annoyance when looked over at the clock on his nightstand and saw the time. His initial reaction had been to quietly whisper yell at the taller boy (God forbid his mother came in to check on him), but then he saw the expression on Richie’s face.

It was an expression that Eddie knew all too well. Richie’s face was set  hard, his jaw clenched tightly and his lips were pulled tight into a thin line. Richie looked furious and unbreakable on the outside, but it was the softness in his eyes that gave him away to how he was truly feeling. He was of course angry, but he was also hurt. Like, really hurt. Richie’s eyes showed so much vulnerability that it made his heart clench painfully.

Eddie had instantly known that Richie had gotten into another argument with his parents. Probably his dad, because his mom often drank herself into a coma and forgot that she had a son to begin with. His dad was a very impatient man with a short temper, which when added to Richie’s ADHD and inability to keep his mouth shut, made for a very explosive outcome. Sometimes it had gotten so bad that his dad would resort to violence and punch him, and Richie would always come straight to Eddie’s so that he could vent and cry whilst Eddie very carefully patched him up. Richie liked to come across like he didn’t care, which was why he was so loud and obnoxious and made so many crude jokes. Everybody knows that Richie is the way he is to hide how much he’s broken on the inside, and Richie knows that they know, but Eddie’s pretty positive that Richie only let’s Eddie see him cry. It shouldn’t make him feel good, but it does.

So when Richie had slowly turned to look at Eddie, eyes brimming with unshed tears, Eddie had snapped his mouth shut and wiggled backwards, moving closer to the wall to give Richie some space and silently inviting him to come and lie down with him. Richie gave him a watery smile, and Eddie felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. A few tears escaped down Richie’s cheeks, and Eddie watched as he harshly wiped them away, his nose and cheeks slightly red. In that moment, Richie looked beautiful. Eddie cursed himself for thinking it, because Richie was hurting, and he knew it wasn’t an appropriate time to be thinking about stuff like that, but he just couldn’t help it. Eddie opened his arms up invitingly, and Richie instantly accepted, cuddling up to Eddie and burying his face into his chest.

They spent the next few hours in that exact same position, and Eddie’s body had gone completely numb in a way that felt uncomfortable, but he continued to lie there, unmoving, soothingly running his hands through Richie’s hair - (extra gently though, because for some reason Richie got really jerky and flustered whenever Eddie accidentally tugged it, and although Richie never explained why, Eddie just assumed that he didn’t like it) - as Richie snoozed, and when he woke up, he gave Eddie a rare smile that was so warm and fond that it had made every second of uncomfortable numbness completely worth it, and Eddie would do it again a thousand times if it meant Richie would smile at him like that.

Eddie had realised that he was gay when he was 14 years old. Bill had been invited to a Halloween party by a girl in his science class who thought he was cute, and Bill had taken it upon himself to invite the rest of the losers club. Everybody jumped at the chance to go out and really excited to go, except for Eddie. Well, maybe Stan too. Stan didn’t want to go because he hated large crowds and he found socialising outside of his friend group extremely uncomfortable, but all it had taken for him to agree to go was everybody promising him that they wouldn’t leave his side the whole night, and they would make sure that he didn’t have to talk to anybody that he didn’t want to.

Eddie remembered dreading the party, because it was going to be crawling with germs and everything that the sweaty teenagers around him touched was going to be highly unsanitary, and he was convinced he was going to contract some sort of disease from just looking at the mess that was being created. He had only agreed because Richie had begged him constantly, telling Eddie that it wouldn’t be any fun without him, and quite frankly Richie’s whining was getting really annoying. So he had huffed out a “fine” and tried not to think about the way his heart had rapidly sped up when Richie had grinned at him in delight and promised him a good time whilst winking at him.

At some point, somebody had yelled “let’s play spin the bottle!” and the whole room had erupted in cheers, helping to move the furniture so that they all had enough space to sit in a large circle on the floor.

Eddie had been very seriously considering sitting this one out, because he’d never kissed anybody properly before, not really, he didn’t actually count the time Amelia Arnolds had struck her tongue down his throat the year before.

He had only dated her for a week, and he was lucky enough to find a girl willing to date him who was not only nice but really pretty, but he just didn’t find himself interested in her romantically. Which is why he wasn’t exactly heartbroken when she had broken up with him. In fact, he remembered feeling almost relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Before he could even open his mouth to protest, Richie had appeared from seemingly nowhere and wrapped a lanky arm around his shoulders, steering Eddie towards where the group of teenagers were forming.

“Stop looking so worried Eds! It’s only kissing!” Richie had laughed, practically pushing Eddie to the floor before taking a spot next to him. Eddie hoped that Richie hadn’t seen the red tinge on his cheeks, but if Richie had saw it, he didn’t say anything. The way Richie had talked about kissing so casually, as if it were child’s play, had made Eddie keep his mouth firmly closed, as he didn’t want to admit he had little to no experience kissing.

He wasn’t expecting some sort of magical fairy tale first kiss, but he was at least hoping that he would actually get to choose who it was going to be with. Any hope of getting out of playing was long gone, so all he could do was cross his fingers tightly and silently pray that the bottle never landed on him.

For a while, he had naively believed that his prayers were being answered. Half hour into the game, nothing had happened. A few people had gotten bored and wandered off to get a drink and chat amongst themselves, and Eddie had been debating on joining them, but Richie had gotten a tight clutch on his hand, as if to silently say “you’re not going anywhere.”

During that first half an hour, Eddie watched on as the bottle had landed on Beverly, Mike and Bill. Each had had to kiss people that Eddie could no longer remember the name of, but he had remembered the way they leaned straight into it without hesitation, not really seeming bothered by having to kiss strangers. Eddie had envied them, wishing that he could careless too.

He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had even realised the bottle had landed on him, and he was pulled back into reality by Richie harshly digging his elbow into his side. He turned to glare at Richie but his expression quickly turned to horror when he looked down to realise where the bottle was pointing.

Panic clawed at his chest as he frantically looked around the circle to see who he would be kissing. He had hoped for a sweet girl who hopefully had little to no experience like he had, so he could quickly crawl into the middle, give her a fleeting peck and be done with it.

But oh no. The universe didn’t like Eddie Kaspbrak. It wasn’t a nice, quiet girl who had as much interest in kissing Eddie that Eddie did in kissing her. It wasn’t even a girl. Looking back at Eddie with the same expression of horror was a boy called Marc Davies, from his English class. Eddie felt his face pale and his heart sunk right into the pit of his stomach. 

His first proper kiss was going to be with a boy?

author’s note: hi everybody! this is my first Reddie fic, and I hope you enjoy it! I believe the prompt from this story comes from a post that @richietoaster created, I‘m not 100% sure though so I apologise if I’m wrong! 

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