#we literally said it in unison and he cracked up

[supercantaloupe]

we're covering chamber music in class today, particularly string quartets and piano trios, and during break i asked the professor if there was much literature on the wind chamber music of the period

and he said he wasn't really sure but that compared to string and piano works, "wind music has always sort of been..." and he pauses trying to find delicate wording here before saying "... second fiddle" at the same time that i supplied the exact same answer LOL

[7seas-of-ryy]

Another Hangover Cure

Author’s Note: I got this idea from @yearninglustfully on this post! I recommend reading Hangover Cure first!

Summary: You, Rhys, and Cassian aren't allowed to be together alone anymore... but what about when the three of you are paired up for business?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Platonic!Rhys x Reader, Platonic!Cassian x Reader

Warnings: drinking, implied smut, let me know if I need to add any others :)

Your specialty for the Night Court had always been spells and wards. You could easily place a spell or ward anything. Your intelligence is what made Rhys invite you to work for him so long ago. That is how you started at the Night Court and it quickly became your home.

For a while, you had been practicing breaking wards and spells. It was much harder than it seemed and you had yet to master it.

Rhys had brought you a box that had been warded many many years ago and after working on it for a month, you told him you needed help. It was a much older and stronger magic than you were used to and you weren't afraid to admit when you couldn't do something.

After much contemplation, Rhys decided he would go to Helion, the High Lord of the Day Court, to get his help. He wanted you to come with and told Cassian he would also be coming for extra security.

You were currently in a meeting with everyone in the IC discussing this.

"Absolutely not. You three cannot be trusted together." Az immediately stated.

Feyre and Nesta immediately agreed with the male.

"Listen, we need Y/N for this so she can learn and see how its done. This is literally her area of expertise, she is crucial for this. I am the High Lord, it is a curtesy for me to go and the only reason Cass is going as security is because the rest of you are busy." Rhys told the group.

"Don't think I forgot about the tree you three stole!" Az responded.

"You told him?!" Cassian asked you.

You grimaced and gave him with a sorry look.

"This won't be like us going out for a night out, this will be us doing work." You reasoned with Az.

"Yes, strictly business" Cass added with a salute to the shadowsinger

"Fine, but not for too long. You three have to come back by tomorrow." Az compromised.

"Deal." You, Rhys, and Cass all said in unison.

Azriel pulled you aside before you left.

"Please be safe my love. And as much as I am worried about the three of you together, I do want you to enjoy yourself still...just not too much. Helion can get handsy." He ended the sentence with a scowl.

"You're the only one I could ever want. I promise I will be safe and responsible." You told him

He placed a kiss on your forehead and helped you strap on your bag.

"I love you so much, have a safe trip." He spoke and then placed a loving kiss on your lips.

You heard Cass make a gagging sound and Az rolled his eyes at his brother.

You walked over to him and Rhys and the three of you started the journey to the Day Court.

Azriel, Nesta, and Feyre all stood watching you three leave.

"This is not a good idea" Nesta spoke

"Terrible idea" Feyre agreed.

"Lets just hope they learned their lesson last time." Azriel added

The three split up and went to do their work for the day.

Once you made it to the Day Court, Helion was quick to greet you.

"Ahh Y/N, my protege! I am so excited to teach you my ways." He announced and brought you in for a kiss on the cheek.

"Hands off, Helion. I promised my brother I wouldn't let you be all over her." Cassian told him

You all laughed and after the rest of the greetings, he led the three of you inside.

The warded box was laying on the table in front of you all while Helion examined it.

"Hmm this is rare and old magic indeed. I believe the reason you could not crack it was that it requires two to break the spell." He told you.

You let out a sigh in relief, knowing that it wasn't entirely your fault that you couldn't figure it out. The Day Court High Lord explained what you had to do and how these specific wards worked. You actually learned a lot from him and were grateful for this experience.

The two of you worked on the box and eventually broke it open. Rhys stored the contents of it in his bag and began to talk.

"Alright, well thank you for all of your help. This has been very-" he started but Helion cut him off.

"You're leaving already? I had a whole meal and night planned, which included the finest wine we have to offer." He told you three with a smile that showed all his teeth.

You looked over at Cass who was already smiling at you and then Rhys who looked to be contemplating his next words.

"It would be rude to leave when they went through all the effort of putting it together for us." Cass spoke before Rhys could.

"So its settled! You're staying. I have rooms for you all so you can stay the night as well. Our wine is no joke, you probably won't be able to have three glasses before blacking out." Helion stated, leading you to the dining room.

The four of you ate a lovely meal, sharing stories and enjoying the wine. It seemed every time you would drink it, it would fill itself up. Perhaps thats why a few glasses would get someone drunk beyond belief.

Before you knew it, you were already feeling tipsy. You could tell the others were as well, due to their pink cheeks and loud voices.

"Are you guys interested in seeing how the Day Court parties?" Helion asked.

"Absolutely!" Cass responded.

"I'm intrigued." Rhys added.

You just nodded and giggled, knowing the wine was taking over quickly.

That was the last thing you remember from the night. Well, you remember dancing and laughing, a lot of laughing.

---

"I can't believe they did it again!" You heard Feyre speak.

"I can. I told you it was a bad idea." Nesta added.

Azriel just stood in silence watching the mess on the ground with a smile on his face.

He didn't care that he had to come help you after you had a fun night. He trusted you and he trusted his brothers. He secretly enjoyed getting to take care of you for the day. He was just concerned with you getting so drunk that your shields would be down.

Your eyes slowly opened and the feeling of drinking too much wine last night hit you. You were laying on your back sprawled out like a starfish. Everything hurt and you had no idea what you were even laying on.

You slowly began to roll over and continued rolling as if you were going down a hill until you hit the floor. Once you looked over, you realized you were laying on top of Rhys, Cass, and Helion, who were all bunched into a ball, and there was a...door laying between Rhys and Helion. You weren't even sure who's limbs belonged to who, they were so twisted up.

They all started to wake up after you moved off of them and all were groaning and grunting in pain.

"Is this what you call strictly business?" Az asked with a smirk on his face.

"Don't tell me we did it again." Rhys mumbled

"Cass why are you wearing my socks as gloves again?" you asked, holding your head to stop the pounding.

"At least I didn't go through a wall this time." Cass said in defense.

"Actually..." Helion stated as he raised his pointer finger and pointed it at the wall behind them, "we both went through that wall. Y/N sure can make one hell of a ricochet ward."

"Helion, you told me you would watch over them so it wouldn't happen again!" Feyre scolded him

"After you told me about how these three party, I wasn't going to let the night go to waste. I wanted to have some fun!!" He defended himself.

"So that's why my glass kept refilling itself!" You said in an accusatory tone, pointing at him.

"Ok I'm leaving for 20 minutes to let you four figure out what happened and once I get back I want to know everything." Nesta stated and Feyre and Az followed her.

"Well, it could be worse than this, I guess." Cass stated

"Could it?" Rhys retorted.

You grimaced and looked around as a memory hit you.

"Helion, did I ride a pegasus last night?" You asked

"I believe you did and I believe it bonded with you." He replied with a nod of approval.

You looked over at Cassian and only then realized he was entirely orange.

"What happened to you?!" You exclaimed.

"I don't know!" He replied starting to freak out.

"I can help with that one. You said you could pull off any color so Y/N bet that you wouldn't look good if you were orange." Rhys said, his voice rough

You looked at the orange male with a sorry look and said, "oops?"

"Rhys, why are you laying with a door on top of you?" It was Helion's turn to ask.

"I was cold." Your High Lord told him.

The four of you were silent for a few moments, just watching each other.

"You have a black eye." Cass told Rhy.

"You're missing a tooth." Rhys told Cass.

"Y/N warded my hand to make it stick to whatever it touches so when I peed, it got stuck to my..." Helion admitted, his voice getting softer towards the end of his sentence.

"Oh, Y/N, no..." Cass said in horror.

"You have got to stop drunk warding things." Rhys added.

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.

"This is worse than last time!" Cass exclaimed.

"Our 20 minutes are almost up and we still don't have our story straight. I mean, I don't even know how they knew to come for us. Do you guys?" You exclaimed

Cass and Rhys shook their heads no.

"I think I let them know their assistance would be needed in the morning... but I might have also sent them our breakfast order." Helion explained.

"Breakfast sounds so good right now" Cassian groaned and the rest of you made noises of approval.

"Ok, heres the plan. We pull ourselves together and act like we had a normal night with a normal amount of drinking." Rhys told the rest of you.

"They saw you using a door as a blanket!" You whisper-shouted at him.

"It's not the best plan but its the only plan we've got." He replied in the same tone.

"I think they're coming. Act natural." Cass whisper yelled.

Feyre, Nesta, and Azriel all entered the room and looked around.

You were leaning with your elbow against a wall, resting your hand on your head. Rhys was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, his ankle resting over his knee while he pretended to be deep in thought. Helion was leaning against a table pretending to read a book. And Cassian was standing in the middle of the room with his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

"You're all idiots." Nesta deadpanned.

"Rhys, how could you let this happen again?" Feyre spoke dissapointed.

Azriel was quiet so the sisters looked over at him, they were expecting him to scold the group as well. When he didn't, Feyre nudged him.

"Do you have anything to add Az?" She asked him

He was still just smiling at your attempt to be normal and shook his head no.

"I just want to get my mate home as quick as possible." He stated

Everyone snapped their attention to him, even you.

"Mate?" You questioned.

"Mate." he stated with a huge smile, "in the middle of the night, I recieved a breakfast order from Helion. I assumed that meant the four of you were incredibly drunk. I was going to let you have your fun and wait til you got home to poke fun at you but this morning I felt it snap into place."

You walked to each other and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in for a kiss. The urge to be close to him was stronger than ever now.

"Let's get home." You told your mate, bringing him in for another kiss.

"Quickly please, before the two of you start devouring each other's faces in front of us" Cass spoke with a gross look, but you knew he was happy for you.

Azriel lifted you up and started flying with you, headed back to the Night Court.

"Do you want me to make you some food once we get home?" Your mate asked you.

"No, I just want to get home as fast as possible. I need you." You told him, his eyes darkening at your insinuation.

"You seem to be feeling much better than when you woke up. I think I truly am the best hangover cure." He joked.

--

After you got home, the frenzy started and lasted a little over a week. Once it calmed a bit, you finally showed up to the River house for a nice family dinner.

Conversation was flowing and that night out got brought up.

"You know, I really don't remember much of that night." Cass said.

"I know everything that happened." Azriel spoke before taking a bite of food.

"WHAT?! How?!" You exclaimed.

"After everything that happened last time, I made sure to send a shadow with you for your safety. It hung back and watched, it would alert me if you were in real danger. Before we showed up to get you guys that morning, it reported back to me what happened the entire night." He spoke so matter of fact.

"Show me." Rhys told the shadowsinger.

You watched as a grimace overtook the High Lord's face, watching your entire night get played in his head.

"Yeah, the three of us aren't allowed to be alone together anymore." Rhys stated with a horrified look on his face.

"We want to know!" Cass complained.

Rhys replayed everything in your and Cass' mind. There was nothing but silence for a few moments.

"I'm deeply sorry." You told Cass with a grimace.

"You pulled my tooth out!" Cass shouted, jumping up.

"In her defense, you did tell her, 'I bet you can't pull my tooth out.'" Rhys added.

Azriel pulled your chair closer to him, wrapping an arm around you. The three of them might be idiots but he loved them and felt grateful for his family.

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[pandorasfavorite]

HIII I LOVE YOUR FICS!!!!

Now I saw the "kiss" between Dom and Liv, so I was wondering if you could make a fic between a subby bratty dom and a dom reader where the reader is watching backstage and gets really jealous, so when he comes back, she ignores him for a while, but then when they get home, she punishes him and there's like A LOT of smut!!!!! 😽😽

like SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!

"Thank you Emma" we all say in unison

Buried by Eyes

AN: we are gonna pretend he isn’t injured for the sake of the fic, also just know guys I love writing but it's just hard to do. I have two jobs so I'm trying to find time, but I can write the part two for this. its 1am

Jealously was one word for it, another 3 words for it was heartbreak, anger, and determination. Your patience was wearing thin every passing day your fiance spent being a good person. His sweet tendencies were one of the main reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. Dominik has actively been trying to make sure that Rhea didn’t have to face Liv for the title; something you see as kind. But also the more he worked toward it the more jealous you became to be. Why would YOUR fiance be working so hard for a mere friend? Though tonight was a completely different story, for 5 minutes after the kiss you racked your brain for reasons. It continuously played in your head over and over like a never-ending record; he didn’t seem to enjoy it but he didn’t push her away. He grimaced and wiped his mouth… minutes afterward. Would she linger on his lips when you kissed him?

Dominik on the other hand was flipping out; he really didn’t know what to do or what to think when he came face to face with you in 60-something seconds. Dominik’s hands were twitching and he was continuously shaking his head after every fearful thought. Therefore when he turned the corner, he cussed instantly at your disgusted face and crossed arms. You had still been staring at the small screen in the hall, that was now playing something entirely different; Dom could only hope they wouldn’t replay the kiss over again.

Dominik huffed out an anxious breath and shook out the tension in his hands. He knew the only thing he could do at this moment was to man up and apologize INSTANTLY. Even that wasn’t going to be enough; Dominik would be stupid to think otherwise. Surprisingly enough your head didn’t turn at the sound of him walking towards you; or even when he was right in front of you. Your eyes bored into Dominik’s and you didn’t say a word; your face was hard to describe. You looked angry, but it also seemed like you were blank-faced and weren’t really registering that it was your fiance in front of you. Dominik cleared his throat and looked down at you, “Baby-“. Your eyes flashed with a ripple of anger, and it seemed like you finally grasped who it was in front of you.

You said nothing; Dominik literally gulped and his hands went right back to fidgeting. He shook his head and tried again, “Baby, I know what you’re thinking right now-“, he cut himself off again at your look. This time you smiled and nodded; that’s when Dominik realized how bad this really was. Before he thought maybe it wouldn’t have rattled you much; but the sarcastic and sinister smile deterred his thoughts elsewhere. You take a step back away from him, Dominik surely felt his heart crack. “Tell me, what am I thinking right now Dominik?”, you had used his real name and you looked so furious; Dom was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Yet he was smart enough to know answering that question was a trap.

Dominik was at a loss for what to do; he could only think of one thing that could possibly humiliate him for the rest of his career. Of course, you were more important; Dominik sunk to his knees in front of you and grabbed your hands to hold in his. “I fucking hated that and I didn’t have time to react, I need you to believe me”. You nod and look into his eyes; searching for lies when really they were drowning in truth. “I believe you”, would be the only thing you say until you get home… 35 minutes later.

Dominik apologized nonstop on the way home and through the door, so much to you've grown tired of the words being uttered from his lips. You of course felt many confounding feelings, which brought a horrible tension between you and Dominik. You didn't want to be mad at him, considering he was unexpecting and didn't kiss her back. Though you were only human, and the anger pricked at you with every thought. Dominik opened the door for you; only to follow you like a sad puppy everywhere you walked. One smart idea graced your mind when you walked into the house...you had stormed into the bathroom and grabbed a rag out of the closet. You pulled Dominik inside by the collar of his shirt and you slammed the rag into his hands. "Scrub them", you demanded and crossed your arms over your chest.

Dominik was astonished, so much so that he gaped at you like a fish. "What?", he asked and looked down at the rag in confusion. You titled your head at his question, "Did I stutter? I said scrub your lips Dominik, or you'll never kiss mine again". Dominik understood you that time, he never moved so quickly in his life to wet the rag and scrub his lips clean; nearly raw. After a bit of time, Dominik put the rag and looked down at you, his lips were red and swollen from how harshly he was working towards getting rid of any traces of what happened. Really it was for him and you; Dom was disgusted by Liv, to say the least. He truly didn't want to be around her EVER again if he could help it. Therefore after scrubbing his lips, Dominik waited for your approval.

You stood and looked at him with a long silence; you debated the next course of action. Part of you knew Dom honestly did no wrong, but fuck LIv and fuck Dominik for being around her in the first place. No really fuck Dominik. You had taken a step towards him, you grabbed him by the chin and made him lean down closer so you could inspect him. Your thumb traced over his raw lips; trying to decide how pleased you were. "You have two options", Dominik's breath hitched, "come to bed or sleep on the couch".

---------------------------------------------------

"m' sorry baby, please please let me cum', Dominik lifted off the bed to slide his cock up against your hand, "I've been good"

"Have you? Cause what I seen earlier was far from it"

Dominik yanked on the restraints with pent-up frustration; if he kept that up surely he would break free, "I didn't ask for that shit" he gritted. Your eyebrows flew up in surprise and your mouth fell into shock, you stopped touching him completely. You saw his eyes starting to water but you were still ridden with what happened on live TV, therefore you didn't humor him. "Now you're cussing at me, should I have you wash your mouth out instead this time?", you commented.

Dominik panted harshly; seemingly whimpering and groaning at the same time, "No no baby I swear, I'm sorry I won't do it again- fuck just- touch me. Touch me I'm begging you, I've been waiting so long mami". Dominik withered in need, and the more time he spent under your feather-light touches; the more he realized how much he detested punishments. You dragged them out, each touch made his body feel as if it was bursting into flames and his heart rate picked up when you fluttered your lashes at him; no wonder he is starting to hyperventilate with the idea of cumming. You trailed your fingertips down the side of Dominik's jaw and cheek and down his chest, loving the way he tossed his head back harshly against the pillow with a groan; in a desperate needy manner that only you could see.

You finally started to stroke Dominik's leaking cock, tears began to pool in his eyes and slide down his cheek. You'd be worried for him if it wasn't so abundantly clear the tears were from relief, not sadness. Dominik was in his own hazy world of pleasure, already feeling the being of a crushing orgasm-- it was so intense to the point he was mumbling without reason. "that's it, just a little more sweet girl", he begged you when he wasn't in the position to be telling you anything. Next, he will be tirelessly eating you out, longer than he can stand.

[iguana-eyanna]

Miles Away

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Summary: Damien hasn't felt the same since you told him you'll be leaving L.A. for a job opportunity.

"One gin and tonic, one peach margarita, one espresso martini, and one ginger ale." a server said, placing drinks on the smooth table.

"Thank you!" the table said in unison. Courtney, Shayne, you, and Damien were on a double date as they were celebrating your job opportunity that you were recently given. You were so excited as you got to further your research in historical archives. Everyone seemed excited for you, or well, mostly everyone.

"Here you go babe." You smiled, passing Damien the ginger ale.

"Thanks." He said in a small voice, giving you a soft smile.

Your jaw tightens, but you give a stiff smile before sipping.

Damian was the first person to know about your possible research. He was ecstatic at first, being the most supportive partner in the world. But once you said you'd be transferred outside the U.S. for most of the year, you felt as if he was distancing himself.

Courtney caught drift of the tension in the air, so she lifted her glass.

"I wanna raise a toast for the woman of the hour. You're literally the most smartest person I know."

"Hey!" Shayne said teasingly, making Courtney nudge him in the arm as they both cracked a laugh.

"Anyways... we hope that your research in the U.K. is successful and remember that you always have a home in L.A., cheers my guys!" Courtney said as all of you clinked your drinks together.

Damien's jaw clenched and he gently placed his cup down.

"Sorry, Imma get some air." Damien said, leaving the table.

You look at him leaving to the back and you look down at your lap, upset.

"I'll go check on him." You said, leaving Shayne and Courtney.

You walk outside looking for Damien and you make eye contact, walking slowly towards him as he appeared in his own world.

"Are you okay?" You said in almost a whisper.

Damien closes the space between you two and holds your hand firmly.

"I'm uh, sorry I ruined the night."

Your face turned into concern as you look up at him.

"You didn't, I- I know that this is frustrating. I just wish things can be the way they were." You said, closing in for a hug.

Damien held you closer, cradling the back of your head o reassure himself that you weren't going to fade away into dust. But his thoughts spoke out and ruined the peace that stood between you.

"Then don't go."

You tensed under his touch and let go of him, you're face drawn in hurt.

"Please, don't go." He repeats himself again, but louder this time so you knew he was serious.

Your nose began to flare as your eyes teared up.

"You know I can't, Damien." Your voice cracked.

"And our relationship is what, a joke?"

"Don't you dare say that. You out of all people know how hard I've worked for this research and how much I care for you. Hell, you've known for months that I've been waiting for this opportunity to come around!"

"Well maybe I thought you weren't good enough to get it!"

Silence split the air like a knife as Damien realized what he said.

"What did you say?" you ask in disbelief.

"I didn't- please I didn't mean-" He reaches his hand out for you but you yanked it away. This was supposed to be the only person who'd never hurt you, but now he's hurt you in more ways than you could ever imagine.

You turned away, crying as you just wanted to go away. You hear Damien calling your name, but you don't turn back. And now he stands in an alley way, alone with a broken heart.

+

It's been three days since Damien last saw you. He's tried calling, texting, even knocking on your door at your apartment. You never answered, and he felt miserable that he could ever say those hurtful things to you.

He was now at work, lost in thought as he was writing something on his keyboard. He didn't notice Shayne going up to him solemnly.

"Shouldn't you be going after her at the airport?" Shayne asks his friend.

Damien pauses, but doesn't lift his eyes on the screen.

"I hurt her Shayne, it's already too late." Damien said, resuming his work.

Shayne closes up to Damien's desk and brings a chair closer to sit by him.

"You've been distant with everyone recently, it's not like you to act like this. The Damien I know wouldn't let go of someone they truly loved-"

"Well you're wrong. Maybe I'm actually selfish to want her to stay." Damien half shouted, outbursting like the other night.

He realized what he did again and groaned, placing his face in his palm.

"I don't know what to do Shayne. I can't sleep, I can't eat. Ever since she told me about this off broad job I... I got scared. She's gonna restart her life over there and I don't know where I'll fit in. I didn't wanna lose her, but I did."

Ever since you got the call saying you'd be permitted to travel around the U.K. to further your research you've worked on for the past few years, Damien never go to hear how things would work out between the both of you. Sure, there would be facetime and texting each other, but it won't be the same.

It was almost like you didn't give thought of whether to further your relationship with him. Turns out, it was only him who had these seeds of doubt.

Shayne looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. Shayne could say 'Love conquers all' or 'Things would work out,' but he'd be lying to his friend.

"I am far from giving advice for long distance relationships. You're afraid you'll get hurt if things don't work out. I totally get that, but she's afraid that she'll lose you now. She's going to leave now thinking that you didn't want to support her dreams."

"I don't want that." Damien said, getting up defensively.

"Then tell her man, tell her what you want to say before it's too late." Shayne followed. Damien hugged his friend and stormed out, heading to his car and began driving away off to the airport.

Damien parked his car and ran to the departure gate. He looked up at which airline you were and went by your gate. He ran as he could possibly can and searched for the nearest TSA where you could be. He whipped his head back and fourth, trying to find you. He then sees the back of your head and screams out your name.

You turn around, eyes wide with shock.

"Damien?"

He tries to move a bit closer, trying not to pass the entrance line as TSA were bewildered.

"I never meant to hurt you. Ever since you told me you were gonna leave, all I heard was that you were gonna leave me. I was scared and wrong and- even if we're gonna be miles away... I never wanna be in the way of your dreams. I'll always support you."

Your eyes glisten and your lip quivered. You got out of line and raced toward Damien who matched the same pace. His hands then grabbed your waist as he pulls you in for the most powerful kiss you two shared. Your hands lose themselves in his hair. Soon, you heard a roar of applause around you and you two look up, blushing.

You turn back to Damien, smacking his chest after you two weren't the center of attention.

"You really hurt me earlier."

"There's not enough words in the world to say how sorry I am."

You bring him closer to you, placing your head in his chest.

"I forgive you."

He holds you gently for awhile till you both heard your flight was going to board soon.

You look up to him, sadly smiling as you cradle the side of his face.

"I have to go now."

He softly holds your hand, placing a kiss in your palm.

"We'll work things out, trust me. And we'll call once you settle in your place. I love you."

"I love you too." You replied, placing a sweet kiss on his lips before drifting away. He stood there as he saw you go through TSA and lost sight of you.

He gives a tearful chuckle before he walks away with a heavy heart.

It's hard to say goodbye, especially to a person that meant the world to you. And he knew how to fix the problem as he took out his phone, looking at the next flight to you.

[daisies-daydreams]

Alright, on to the actual song request.

I can’t actually link the song anonymously so here’s the name: Those Eyes by New West. It’s just super cute and soft and I have a craving for domestic fluff and awkward, goofy, lanky punk boy.

-🪶 (also I’m 19)

Those Eyes (Hobie Brown x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader Category: Fluff (Slight Angst) Tags: Mentions of Drinking/Smoking Weed, Depictions of Post-Sex (No Smut), Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Reminiscing, Depictions of Injuries/Trauma (Brief) Word Count: 1k+ A/N: Omg I listened to this song for the first time because of this request and it's literally so sweet. 🥹 Flashbacks/Reminiscing scenes are in italics. Also I'm so so sorry it's taken me this long to finish your request, but I hope you enjoy! Song: Those Eyes by New West

You smiled up at Hobie as the two of you were tucked away beneath one of his bedsheets. He grinned warmly and pecked your lips, his mouth lingering against yours as he sweetly cupped your face.

"You got such gorgeous eyes, y'know that?" Hobie rumbled quietly. You felt your cheeks grow warm as your heart skipped a beat.

"H-Hobie," you flushed. Hobie chuckled as he peppered your face with kisses.

"It's true. It's the first thing I noticed when we first met," he sighed.

༺♥༻

Hobie blinked when his hand slipped against someone else's in the back of the cab.

"Whoops. Sorry 'bout that, love. Didn't know this cab was taken," he shrugged before glancing up. Hobie felt his heart stop as he gazed upon your face. To anyone else, you were a mess: your hair was tousled, your lips parted and breath pungent with alcohol (granted, he probably looked the same way after just stumbling out of the pub a minute ago).

But to him, you were a divine being shining before him.

Your hiccup drew him out of his trance.

"D-Do you come here often?" you slurred. Hobie cracked a smile as he chuckled.

"Not this particular cab, no," he hummed. "Where you headin'?" Hobie added with a concerned look. You gave him your address, your eyelids fluttering as your head rolled towards him. He smiled as he let you rest your cheek against his arm.

"That's not too far from my place," he murmured.

It really was, but he couldn't let you travel alone in this state.

༺♥༻

You grinned that sweet grin of yours, your eyes sparkling like two pristine diamonds. Hobie chuckled as you leaned up and captured his lips in a tender kiss, your fingers playing with his dark wicks. A smirk crossed his face as he heard you squeal when he playfully flicked his tongue along your bottom lip. He sighed as the two of you parted for air, your chests rising and falling in unison.

"I swear, I could get high off of your kisses," he cooed while cupping his sharp cheek. You smiled before giggling. Hobie chuckled. "What?" he asked before pecking your lips again. You bit your lip.

"Nothing," you shrugged. Hobie raised his brows as he shot you a lopsided grin.

"You sure? Doesn't sound like nothin'," he said as he playfully kissed along his jaw. He grinned as he heard you squeak, knowing his feather-light kisses were tickling your skin.

"O-Okay, you win," you yielded with a laugh, holding your hands against his taut chest. Hobie smirked and pulled back, his brows raised as he expectantly waited for your answer. You took a deep breath.

"My comment just made me think about...well, that time I called you from the phone boxes," you muttered sheepishly. Hobie furrowed his brows before his face softened, a chuckle escaping him as he remembered that time.

༺♥༻

"Babe?" Hobie asked, his face scrunched with worry. It's been hours since you went out with your friends, the dead of night having already crept over Camden town. He heard you gasp on the other end.

"Oh my God, Hobie! Hi! It's you!" you squealed. Hobie's expression shifted as he cracked a smile. He heard your friends laughing and snorting in the background.

"Guys, stop! I'm talking to my super-duper hot boyfriend," you drawled. Hobie huffed out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah, it's me. What's goin' on, sweetheart?" he asked as he shifted his phone to his other ear. He heard you giggle.

"D'aww, you called me sweetheart!" you cooed. He heard you gasp before a scraping noise was heard. Your friends cackled in the background like a murder of crows.

"(Y/N), you alright?" he asked, worry quickly rushing back in. You huffed and nodded.

"Yeahhhh, I'm great babe. Baby, baby babe," you babbled. "My friends and I are just hanging out by the river, smoking...stuff," you added. Before Hobie could offer a witty remark, he heard you groan. "Oh shit. Why's Kool-Aid coming out of my knees?" you said. Hobie sighed and shook his head.

"I'll come pick you up, yeah?" he said. He heard you make a strange noise on the other end.

"Mmmm'kay. Love you," you said in a sing-song voice. His heart skipped a beat at your words. Despite the two of you being together for about a month, it was the first time those words left your lips. A warm smile grew over his features as he nodded.

"Love ya, too, babe. See you soon"

༺♥༻

Both of you laughed as you two recalled that night.

"I've never seen you that out of it. Though I have to admit, you were pretty adorable," he said and playfully poked the tip of your nose. You rolled your eyes and snickered.

"Being high is 'adorable'?" you asked. Hobie grinned and tilted his head side to side.

"Well, not really the 'high' part. More like the part when you refused to let go of me once we got home," he smirked. Your eyes widened as you looked away.

"Don't remind me," you whined. Hobie smirked.

"'I'm never lettin' you go, Hobie. Never never never'," he recited your words teasingly. You groaned and hid your face in your hands.

"Seriously, how much pot did I smoke that night?" you asked. Hobie pursed his lips as he hummed.

"Enough for the police to not find any evidence," he smirked. You groaned again and shook your head. Hobie chuckled and leaned his face closer.

"Lemme see you again, sweetheart," he murmured. You made a small crack between your fingers as you looked up at him. He caught a small sliver of a glint in your eyes. "C'mon. Lemme see that beautiful face I love so much," Hobie said in a low, husky drawl. He felt you relax beneath him before you fully withdrew your hands from your face. He smiled. "There you are," he said and gently pushed some hair from your face.

That soft expression you were giving him, it was the same one he'd always remember whenever he was on a long mission.

 ༺♥༻

Hobie panted as he crawled through a cracked window on his canal boat. He grunted as he gripped his side, the previous battle with Doc Ock taking a larger toll on his body that any other villains he fought. He took several deep breaths as he pulled off his mask. His nostrils flared as he could still feel his heartbeat inside of his ears, his blood pumping rapidly.

Images of the battle flashed in his mind: every dip of Ock's tentacles, every punch thrown, the metallic taste filling his mouth.

His heart began to race as he tried to steady his breath, his ribs aching with a sharp pain as he pinched his brows together.

But then, in the midst of the images of fists flying and bodies being thrown...your face appeared. Hobie's eyes shot open as he saw you in his mind cupping his face, your smile warming him from head to toe. He saw you dancing to a song playing while the two of you strolled the city streets. His heartbeat began to slow as he sucked in a shaky breath.

Hobie smiled as he remembered the way you looked wearing his t-shirt during a lazy Sunday afternoon, or all decked out in punk gear at one of his shows. He sighed and closed his eyes as he sat back on his couch.

His expression relaxed as he remembered all the little things you did... and how each one made him fall completely for you.

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[nerdynuala]

SnK Vets & more random headcanons

Because I missed doing these

Mike steals Hange's glasses and pretends to be an intellectual, putting up an exagerated posh accent. Erwin can't stand two minutes of this.

Erwin never apologises whenever he has an argument with someone. He might know he was wrong but he'll never admit it openly and most importantly he's incapable of walking up to the other person and say he's sorry. He either just goes back to normal or does something for the other person, usually related to what the argument was about.

Mike can't lie. If this guy tries to make up some lie or excuse, you'll notice straight away. His body language and his tone are too telling. If he needs to hide something, he just stays quiet, he knows the moment he opens his mouth he's doomed.

Hange lies with ease. She doesn't lie very often, but when she does you have no way to tell she's lying.

Moblit adjusts his pace to Hange, when they walk together they actually move in unison.

Erwin had a bunny when he was a child.

Levi is terrible at dancing. Moving is okay when he knows the steps, but he just move to the rhythm of music. He just can't feel the rhythm. He only dances to classics like waltz, because he needs it to be mechanic, if he has to improvise he just skips. He only stays if he's dancing with Hange and she takes the lead.

Nanaba is extremely skilled at climbing. She climbs trees, walls, anything. She's fast, she finds where to put her hands and feet with a surprising ease.

Mike could sleep literally anywhere. As a kid he used to lie on the floor in front of the chimney and fell asleep there. He could sleep on a branch of a tree and get the best sleep ever.

Erwin has back aches. He likes to crack his back and he usually leans on Mike to stretch. Mike agrees to it but he complains because the sound of Erwin's back cracking freaks him out.

Moblit has an amazing memory. He remembers dates, facts and people's words very easily. He'd be like "you said these precise words on the 18th of april, we were standing next to the stables and the weather was cloudy".

Erwin and Mike have a party in between their birthdays, they call it "brorthday" and it's basically an excuse to get drunk while pretending they are celebrating both their birthdays at once.

Hange keeps a diary. Whenever someone asks, she'd say it's for titan research, but she actually writes the silliest stuff on it. "Asked 15 people. None of them has ever seen a baby pidgeon. I'm starting to think they are born adult".

Levi likes mushrooms. Mushroom soup is a favourite of his and he loves mushroom stroganoff served with rice.

Nanaba's hands and feet are always, always cold. In winter she wears two pairs of sock one on top of the other all the time.

Levi never drinks enough water. Though since he saw Hange squeezing lemons in her water during meals, he does that as well and this allows him to actually have the right amount of water to stay hydrated.

[evilasiangenius]

“Aziraphale, a celestial harmony is literally just one note.”

“So? Perfect unison is a musical interval.”

“Yes, and absolutely the most boring one. If I had to go Upstairs and sing that one note again forever and ever for all eternity, I would rather sit around rotting in Hell for all eternity. At least Downstairs we have twelve-tone rows. Oh, and the diminished fifth. Or is it the augmented fourth? Whatever it is they call a tritone, I don’t remember the human names for these things-”

“May you be forgiven,” Aziraphale said and the bland, polite smile on his face set Crowley’s teeth on edge.

“Yeah. Well. That's not going to happen.” Crowley sighed, crossing his arms as if hugging himself. “I...was hoping. That maybe we could finally have breakfast-”

“At this hour?” Aziraphale chuckled. “It’s already past noon, my dear. It’s far too late for breakfast."

“Yeah, well,” Crowley shrugged. He did not look at Aziraphale; he did not want to get his hopes up. “Thought I’d ask. Lost track of time, I suppose. Erm, what about lunch?”

“No,” Aziraphale said reflexively, and then he frowned, expression troubled. “Wait. I suppose lunch can’t hurt, even if it is with the Adversary. We should probably have a meeting anyway to discuss the current situation and where our respective sides stand. And we could do that over lunch. Well, a quick lunch, that is. What are you in the mood for, Crowley?”

Crowley’s breath caught at the familiar question and it took him a moment to get the right words out, the words that he had planned on saying. “How about...lobster and celery salad? With French fried potatoes?”

A sudden sharp expression of pain crossed Aziraphale’s face, and he pressed a hand to his chest. “Oh.”

“Angel, are you all right?”

“Yes, I…” Aziraphale tried to smile, bravely. “I-I-I don’t know what came over me. I must be...having a Moment. But I’m not sure why. Oh dear, I’m so sorry-”

Crowley offered him his hand. “Do you want me to-”

“N-n-no. Please. Don’t touch me. That would be...absolutely untoward and unfitting. Unsuitable. After all, besides being a demon, you are the Representative for Hell.”

“Yeah. I am.” Crowley’s hand fell lax to his side.

“Lunch! Luncheon…” Aziraphale said, an artificial smile plastered painful, brittle upon his face and yet the cracks showed through anyway and so he took out his handkerchief to brush away tears that had somehow come unbidden to his eyes. The strength of such a sudden upwelling of strong emotion was confusing, and so the angel tried to ignore it. “W-where does one have such a dish for lunch? It seems more like something you’d find on a holiday…?” The words ran out and Aziraphale turned away from Crowley as tears streamed from his eyes.

“Ah, ah…” Crowley panicked, not knowing what to do, wanting to take Aziraphale in his arms and comfort him but knowing that would probably scare off the angel. “I uh, found a place while you were...erm, out of town. They make it with freshly broiled lobsters. I hear they turn the shells into soup, but I’m not sure how that works. Do they grind it up? Is that a thing, ground-up shells soup? Anyway, the salad’s quite tasty. Especially if you mix the French fried potatoes in the sauce that comes with the lobster. Come on, let’s go angel. The car’s parked out front but- oh, why don’t we walk? It’s a lovely day for a walk...”

x

[peeves-gurl]

Fic based on this request!!

Here we go!! This was the first time I got a request, and the first time I wrote a fic based on a request, so I hope you like it!!

Warnings: My weird imagination, fluff, family argument, use of Y/N, idiot Ron

“You look beautiful Ronnie!” The twins said in unison as they walked into the common room.

The place was nearly empty, except for a few first and second year students, who weren’t yet allowed to go to Hogsmeade on weekends. The twins, on the other hand, had been banned from going to Hogsmeade for a month as a punishment from their mother for the a recent prank that McGonagall had written to her about.

“That’s literally not funny,” Ron moaned, covered in tiny porcupine quills that he grew after eating a cookie his older brothers offered him.

“We think it’s hilarious,” Fred smirked back.

“Bloody comical,” George supported.

“Fuck you! You’ve always used me as some kind of lab rat for your experiments.” Ron said, his temper rising.

“It’s because you didn’t let us use good old Wormtail,” Fred mocked.

“Oh shut the hell up George! Get this rubbish off me, and keep your worthless experiments limited to yourself.” Ron shouted, turning a few heads in his direction as everyone in the common room became interested in this fight. “Do you think it’s funny, troubling others for your entertainment? You’ve always done this to me, right since I was a baby!”

“No we haven’t. And I’m George, not him.” George corrected. “We only got into pranking after we turned seven.”

“C’mon mate, at least own up! You were the one who turned my Teddy Bear into a spider when I was three, weren’t you?”

“Are you actually still mad over that?” Fred asked amusedly.

“I’m actually mad over the audacity that you have, to think you’ll make a living out of this.” He said, pointing to the still growing quills. “I’m bloody sure you’ll end up as nothing, probably having to marry rich girls like Y/N to have a decent life!”

“Stay within your limits Ronald.” Fred scolded, and George quickly stepped in between his brothers to put an end the argument.

“Move, Fred, or George, whichever one you are!” Ron shouted, trying to shove George out of the way.

“What do you mean ‘whichever one’? Can you actually not tell the difference between your own brothers?” George said, immediately forgetting that he was trying to maintain peace.

“How does that matter? You’re both exactly the same, pathetic and useless.” Ron rolled his eyes. “Now get these stupid quills off me before I stab you with them.”

“No,” George said angrily.

“No?” Ron repeated.

“No. Not until you apologize for what you said about my girlfriend,” Fred agreed.

“I will not, because it’s true.” Ron said back.

Fred pushed George out of the way, angrily stepping up in front of his younger brother, towering over him. Unbeknownst to the three of them, Y/N had walked into the common room, having just returned to the castle from Hogsmeade. She paused in her steps, shocked to see the Weasleys fighting in this way.

“Do you know how much it hurts us to realise that our own family can’t tell us apart? None of you lot, not even Mum and Dad know us as anything other than ‘the twins’.” Fred shouted, and Y/N’s heart broke when his voice cracked with emotion.

“Y/N is our best friend Ron,” George said. “She’s the only one who’s ever been able tell us apart. You don’t know what your saying when you tell us Fred’s with her for the money. We love her because she makes us feel like we’re individuals, like we have a personality outside of just being twins.”

Before things could get worse, Y/N walked up to the boys, intending to end the debate. She marched up to them quickly, engulfing Fred in a hug, and she could feel the anger ebb out his body as his shoulders relaxed. She reached up to slightly peck his lips, before stepping away to hand a bag of his favourite sweets from Honeydukes.

She moved towards George next, giving him a little squeeze and handing his bag of sweets to him.

“Ron,” she said calmly yet strictly, finally turning her attention to the younger Weasley, “It’s really not nice of you to not be able to tell your brothers apart.”

“It doesn’t matter, love. Let’s go outside.” Fred insisted.

“Just give me a minute Freddie.” She said, continuing to look at Ron, who was now beginning to get nervous.

“Can you guess the sweets in those bags, by any chance?” She asked.

“Treacle Tart, Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin pie.” Ron replied, slightly more tensed than before.

“Yes, but whose bag has which ones?’ she asked again.

“I don’t know,” Ron said meekly.

“I’ll give you another chance, Ron. Everyone knows these two love Purple and Orange,” she said, pointing to the bright ‘Weasleys Wizard Wheezes’ logo on a flyer lying in the common room. “But do you know who added which one?”

“No,” Ron said again, his ears turning red with embarassment, and there were a few snickers passed around the others in the room.

“Do you lot not have homework?” she said, addressing a younger students, who immediately ran off at being addressed by a prefect. “You don’t know anything about them individually, do you?” she asked, turning her attention back to the guilty Weasley boy in front of her.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly, and his voice did indicate the truth behind those words.

“You should be,” Fred said finally.

With a quick swish of her wand, Y/N made the quills disappear, and began to lead the twins outside the common room.

“I’m sorry,” Ron repeated, this time to his brothers, “I should have made an effort to know you both better.”

“I suppose it’s not too late,” George said, giving Ron a small smile.

“And don’t you dare talk shit about my girlfriend again.” Fred warned.

“I won’t, sorry!” Ron smiled back, and Y/N quickly dug out a bunch of chocolate frogs from her pocket for him.

They walked out of the common room together, before George bid them goodbye and headed off in the opposite direction to look for Angelina.

“Thanks love,” Fred whispered, placing a quick peck onto her lips. “I really appreciate you, have I ever told you?”

“Yes, but keep going.” She whispered back, stealing another kiss, and it felt much better when she finally felt him smile against her lips.

[fa1rydr3ams]

“Naughty or Nice”

Class 1-A x Gn! Reader

| cw: mild suggestive content, holiday mischief, and playful teasing

| a/n: day 17; tumblr wouldn’t let me post this yesterday

| wc: n/a

“Let’s establish order!” Iida’s voice cut through the holiday chatter like a snowplow clearing a winter street. He stood rigid, his arms folded, his glasses glinting in the twinkling Christmas lights that crisscrossed the common room. Behind him, the towering Christmas tree twinkled in all its festive glory, its ornaments swaying slightly from the collective energy of Class 1-A.

“Iida, it’s a party,” Mina groaned, tossing a strand of tinsel at him that got caught on his shoulder. “You’ve got to loosen up. It’s Christmas, not finals week.”

“Yeah!” Kaminari said through a mouthful of peppermint bark, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “The whole point of this game is chaos. Naughty or Nice doesn’t do rules.” He gestured dramatically, as if the title of the game alone was self-explanatory.

Iida’s posture didn’t waver, his stern expression remaining as fixed as ever. “Without rules, this will devolve into utter pandemonium! There must be structure, or how can we ensure fairness? Orderly behavior is critical to preserving the holiday spirit.”

“Dude,” Sero chimed in, from his spot on the couch, where he was helping Mina unravel a ball of Christmas lights. “It’s literally just an excuse for people to embarrass themselves. That’s the point.”

“You sound like you could use a little holiday cheer, Iida,” you teased, leaning back on your hands from your seat on the floor. The soft glow of the Christmas lights made the moment feel even cozier, even if Iida’s rigidity threatened to bring the mood down. “Just relax. It’s all in good fun.”

Midoriya scratched the back of his neck, his green curls catching the soft glow of the lights. “Um, maybe we should just try it? You know, to see how it goes?” His voice trailed off as he glanced between Iida and the rest of the group. “I mean… it is a holiday tradition, right?”

Iida’s shoulders sagged ever so slightly, his resolve cracking under the collective weight of his friends’ playful banter. With a heavy sigh, he finally sat down cross-legged on the floor. “Very well,” he said, his tone grave, as if he were presiding over a student council meeting rather than a holiday party. “But I insist we uphold the holiday spirit. No outlandish dares. Moderation is key.”

“Pfft, good luck with that,” Mina whispered under her breath, earning a stifled laugh from Kirishima.

The game started off harmlessly enough. Kaminari was predictably deemed “Naughty” for his disastrous prank of switching sugar with salt during breakfast. His dare? To wear a Santa hat for the rest of the night with mistletoe taped to the brim, although it seemed he enjoyed that.

Mina followed suit, earning a unanimous “Naughty” vote for her ongoing prank war with Sero. She took the punishment in stride, belting out a solo rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You with so much gusto it was impossible not to join in by the chorus.

The room grew warmer with laughter as the game continued, each turn bringing fresh teasing and holiday cheer.

Then it was Iida’s turn.

“Iida’s been way too Nice,” Kirishima said with a grin, leaning forward. “I bet he’s got some secret naughty moments he doesn’t want us to know about!”

“I assure you,” Iida said, sitting up straighter, “I have conducted myself with integrity and kindness throughout the year.”

“Really?” you asked, tilting your head. “What about that time you scolded me for being five minutes late to class because of a rescue mission?”

“You lectured Midoriya for using his Quirk to carry groceries for an old lady!” Uraraka added, pointing at him.

“Not to mention,” Jirou chimed in, smirking, “you confiscated all the Halloween candy from the dorms because it was ‘too unhealthy.’”

“That was for everyone’s safety!” Iida exclaimed, clearly flustered.

The group exchanged knowing looks, and in unison, they yelled, “NAUGHTY!”

Iida sputtered, shaking his head. “This is preposterous! I—”

“No arguing with the results!” Mina interrupted, grinning. “Alright, who’s got a dare for our beloved class rep?”

You leaned over to Kaminari, whispering something into his ear. His face lit up as he clapped his hands. “Oh, that’s perfect! Iida, your dare is to…” He paused for dramatic effect. “Dress up as Santa and do a holiday dance for us!”

The room erupted with cheers and laughter as Iida froze, his face a mix of mortification and disbelief. “Absolutely not!”

“Oh, come on, Iida,” you teased, handing him a Santa hat and beard. “It’s for the holiday spirit. You said so yourself!”

Reluctantly, Iida stood, donning the Santa costume with a sigh of defeat. The group pushed the furniture back, giving him room to perform. Sero grabbed his phone to play Santa Baby, and the entire room burst into laughter as Iida stiffly swayed to the music, his movements as precise and awkward as a robot’s.

“Put some feeling into it, Iida!” Mina called, laughing so hard she was crying.

“I am doing my best!” he shouted, his face beet red as he spun in a half-hearted twirl.

“Don’t forget the shimmy!” Kaminari hollered.

Against all odds, Iida did the shimmy, much to everyone’s delight. By the time the music ended, he was red-faced and out of breath, glaring at everyone through his fogged-up glasses.

“That was… horrifyingly amazing,” you said, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “You’ve officially redeemed yourself, Iida.”

The game continued with more laughter and dares, but Iida’s holiday dance became the highlight of the night, immortalized in the group chat by countless photos and videos. For the rest of the evening, every time someone brought it up, Iida simply adjusted his glasses, muttering, “It was for the holiday spirit.”

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dividers by @anitalenia

[selmasemlan]

Trouble in Paradise

Summary: Our favourite family goes on a family vacation together.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: Found family is the best

Warning: none

Word count: 4043

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Trouble in Paradise

The Bahamas greeted the Salvatore brothers and the troublesome trio with warm sunlight, crystal-clear waters, and an endless expanse of blue sky. The salty breeze carried the sound of waves lapping gently against the shore, and the tropical paradise stretched before them like a dream.

Stiles was the first to break the silence, throwing his arms up dramatically. “This is amazing! Look at this! We’re in literal paradise!” His voice was practically vibrating with excitement.

Isaac, standing next to him with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, nodded enthusiastically. “Right? The Bahamas! This is the stuff they put on postcards! And we’re actually here.”

Damon, ever the cool older brother, smirked and leaned in to nudge Stefan with his elbow. “So, little brother, how long until you start brooding about something? Five minutes? Ten?”

Stefan rolled his eyes, brushing Damon off with a light chuckle. “Not today, Damon. Even I can enjoy this.”

Luna stood a little apart from them, her phone out as she captured the breathtaking view. The sunlight danced on the water, and the way the sky melted into the horizon was too perfect not to photograph. She turned the camera toward her brothers and smiled as she snapped a candid shot of them all.

“You better not post that anywhere,” Damon warned, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for the scrapbook,” Luna teased, holding up her phone as if to take another picture.

“Scrapbook?” Stiles turned to her with mock horror. “Luna, we’re in the Bahamas, not a retirement home.”

Luna just laughed, shaking her head. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

Without warning, Stiles and Isaac grabbed their bags and sprinted toward the beach, whooping in unison. “Let’s go, baby!” they shouted, their voices echoing across the sand.

Damon watched them go, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are we sure those two aren’t part golden retriever?”

“Pretty sure,” Stefan replied with a grin, slinging his own bag over his shoulder. “But they do have a point. Let’s go.”

As Luna followed her brothers toward the shoreline, she couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a while, it felt like they could all breathe.

The beach was alive with laughter, the sound of waves rolling in, and the occasional thud of a volleyball hitting the sand. But at the center of the chaos, Damon sat up with an annoyed groan, sand cascading off him in chunks. “Okay, who buried me in the sand while I was napping?” His voice cut through the lively sounds of the beach, sharp and accusing.

Stiles, a few feet away, leaned back on his elbows with sunglasses perched crookedly on his nose. He raised his hands in mock innocence, though the twitching grin on his face gave him away instantly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Damon’s glare intensified as he pointed to the sandcastle sitting atop his legs. Complete with a moat, tiny turrets, and a makeshift flag made from a cocktail umbrella, it was a work of art—an annoying one. “Oh really? Care to explain this masterpiece then?”

“It wasn’t me!” Stiles protested, though his voice cracked as he barely held back laughter.

Isaac, sprawled out on a nearby lounge chair with a book resting on his chest, didn’t even glance up. “You literally said, ‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we turned Damon into a sandcastle?’ about five minutes ago.”

“Traitor!” Stiles shot at Isaac, who smirked lazily before turning a page.

Luna giggled from her spot under a wide, colorful beach umbrella, her camera in hand as she snapped a picture of Damon’s half-sandy form. “To be fair, Damon, it is a pretty impressive castle. The detail work on the turrets is top-notch.”

Damon groaned, standing and brushing sand off his legs with exaggerated annoyance. “You’re all lucky I’m on vacation. If we were back home, this beach would be the site of a supernatural smackdown.”

“Relax, Damon,” Stefan called out as he tossed a frisbee toward Isaac, who caught it mid-air with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Maybe even have some fun?”

“Define ‘fun,’” Damon muttered, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Despite his grumbling, Damon was soon roped into their impromptu volleyball game, where the rules seemed more about creative use of supernatural abilities than any actual sportsmanship. Stefan used his vampire speed to dive for impossible saves, Isaac’s wolf strength sent the ball flying so far they nearly lost it in the ocean, and Stiles...well, Stiles spent most of the game tripping over his own feet and dramatically accusing everyone else of foul play.

Luna stayed under the umbrella, snapping candid shots of the chaos. Stiles mid-faceplant into the sand, Isaac’s victory pose after spiking the ball, Damon mock-wrestling Stefan for control of the net—it was all gold for her collection. She loved these moments when they were just a family, the weight of the supernatural world lifted off their shoulders, even if only temporarily.

Eventually, the game devolved into a free-for-all water fight. By the time everyone flopped onto their towels, dripping wet and exhausted, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange.

Luna stood by the shoreline, holding her phone out for a selfie. The sunlight glinted off the waves behind her as she angled the shot to capture her beach-ready look—a turquoise bikini with a sheer wrap tied at her waist.

As she admired the photo, Damon appeared out of nowhere, towel slung over his shoulder and a devilish grin on his face. “You better not send that to Marcel,” he teased, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Luna rolled her eyes, though her cheeks flushed a little. “It’s for me, Damon. Not everything is about Marcel.”

“Sure, sure,” he drawled, turning back toward the others. “Just remember, I’ve got vampire speed, so I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Luna laughed, shaking her head as she slipped her phone back into her bag. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Damon called over his shoulder, earning a chorus of groans and laughter from the group. The sun dipped lower, and for that moment, everything felt blissfully simple.

The streets of Nassau bustled with energy as the group meandered through its colorful heart. Pastel-painted buildings lined the cobblestone paths, their shutters wide open to reveal an array of vibrant market stalls. The scent of roasted plantains and fresh conch wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and island music. It was a perfect afternoon.

Luna paused at a small stall adorned with strings of handmade jewelry, her attention caught by a delicate bracelet crafted from smooth sea glass in shades of turquoise and green. She traced a finger over the polished fragments, her expression soft with quiet admiration.

Stefan, ever perceptive, stepped closer. “You like it?” he asked, leaning down to examine the piece alongside her.

“It’s beautiful,” Luna admitted, her voice tinged with hesitation. “But I don’t need it. I don’t want you to keep buying me things.”

Stefan gave her a look of mock seriousness. “Luna, it’s a rule of vacations: you have to get souvenirs. How else will you remember the great time we’re having?”

Luna chuckled softly. “I have plenty of photos for that.”

“Photos are great,” Stefan agreed, already pulling out his wallet. “But a bracelet you can wear? That’s better.”

Before she could protest further, Stefan handed the vendor some cash, taking the bracelet and gently sliding it onto Luna’s wrist. “There,” he said, smiling down at her. “Now every time you look at it, you’ll remember this moment.”

Luna stared at the bracelet for a long second, the cool glass pieces resting lightly against her skin. Then she looked up at Stefan, her expression melting into one of pure affection. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Not possible,” Stefan said simply, his voice steady. “You deserve good things, Luna. All of them.”

Her heart swelled at his words. Impulsively, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Stefan returned the embrace without hesitation, resting his chin lightly on her head.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “For everything.”

“Always,” Stefan replied, his voice low and certain.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, Damon was engaged in an intense battle of wills at a food stall. He waved a bag of candied nuts in front of the vendor, gesturing wildly as if trying to prove a point.

“Fifteen dollars for this tiny bag?!” Damon exclaimed, his voice loud enough to turn heads. “You’re robbing me in broad daylight!”

The vendor, unimpressed, shrugged. “That’s the price. Take it or leave it.”

“Just pay the man, Damon!” Stiles called out, throwing his arms up in frustration. “It’s not like you don’t have the money.”

“It’s the principle,” Damon shot back, his tone indignant. “He’s overcharging me because I’m a tourist.”

“Or because you’re being annoying,” Isaac muttered as he wandered over to Luna and Stefan, earning a stifled laugh from her.

By the time the group regrouped, Damon was triumphantly munching on the candied nuts, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face. “See?” he said, holding up the bag like a trophy. “Victory. Got it for twelve.”

Stiles stared at him, dumbfounded. “You wasted ten minutes for a three-dollar discount?”

“It’s not about the money,” Damon replied, popping another nut into his mouth. “It’s about winning.”

Isaac shook his head in disbelief. “You’re insufferable.”

Luna, still admiring her new bracelet, couldn’t help but laugh softly. “At least he’s consistent.”

Stefan chuckled beside her, sliding his arm lightly around her shoulders as they began to walk again. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the market, and for a moment, everything felt wonderfully, perfectly normal.

The seafood restaurant was a charming mix of rustic island vibes and modern flair, its open walls allowing the warm breeze to mingle with the scent of saltwater and freshly grilled seafood. A live steel drum band played in the corner, setting the tone for a lively evening as the group gathered around a table piled high with colorful dishes.

The centerpiece was an enormous lobster placed ceremoniously in front of Damon, its claws comically oversized.

“Okay, who ordered the giant lobster?” Stiles asked, gesturing incredulously at the crustacean.

“That would be me,” Damon said with a smug grin, raising his glass of rum punch in a mock toast. “Go big or go home.”

Isaac leaned back in his chair, eyeing the lobster warily. “You realize that thing’s staring at you, right?”

“It’s a battle of wills,” Damon declared, picking up a cracker and snapping one of the claws with dramatic flair. “And I’m winning.”

“Pretty sure it’s already lost,” Luna pointed out, her voice laced with amusement as she carefully speared a piece of her conch salad.

Stefan smirked, sipping his water. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Says the guy who broods for a living,” Damon shot back, pointing his fork at his brother before digging into the lobster meat.

Luna shook her head, laughter bubbling up. “I can’t take you guys anywhere.”

“Hey, we’re behaving,” Stiles interjected, flashing an overly innocent smile as he leaned forward to grab a piece of grilled pineapple from the platter in the center of the table.

“Behaving?” Isaac snorted. “You spilled a drink on the waiter five minutes ago.”

“That was an accident!” Stiles defended, though the grin tugging at his lips suggested otherwise.

Halfway through the meal, the chaos level ticked up a notch. Stiles, gesturing animatedly while telling a story about his latest misadventure, accidentally knocked his elbow into a plate of shrimp. The plate teetered precariously before flipping off the table, sending shrimp flying straight into Stefan’s lap.

“Seriously?” Stefan sighed, glaring down at the seafood now decorating his pants. He picked up a rogue shrimp with two fingers, holding it like evidence in a crime scene.

“It was an accident!” Stiles said quickly, though he couldn’t stop the laughter that overtook him.

“Better your lap than my face,” Damon quipped, smirking as he cracked open another lobster claw.

“Keep talking, and this shrimp is going in your face,” Stefan muttered, brushing off his pants and flicking the shrimp back onto the plate with a little too much force.

Luna covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. “Poor Stefan,” she said, her voice shaking with amusement. “You’re the only one who ever tries to keep things civilized.”

“Doesn’t help when I’m surrounded by children,” Stefan replied, giving Stiles a pointed look.

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Stiles said, grinning unapologetically.

Damon raised his glass again, his smirk widening. “Here’s to family dinners,” he said. “And to Stefan, who makes a great shrimp platter.”

Stefan groaned, Isaac snickered, and Luna couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter. As the band played on and the warm island air wrapped around them, the group fell into a familiar rhythm of banter and laughter, their bond stronger than any seafood disaster.

Back at their cozy rental villa, the family sprawled out in the living room, surrounded by plush cushions and the sound of gentle island music filtering through the open windows. Stefan sat cross-legged on the floor, sorting through seashells he and Luna had collected earlier, while Damon leaned back in an armchair with a glass of bourbon, smirking at something Isaac had said. Stiles, as usual, was the loudest, recounting the dinner disaster with over-the-top gestures, earning snickers from the others.

Amid the laughter, Luna’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up, her face lighting up when she saw the name on the screen.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, walking toward the balcony.

“Who’s that?” Damon asked, raising a brow. “Marcel?”

The room erupted into playful teasing before Luna could even confirm.

“Ooooh, Marcel!” Stiles drawled, clasping his hands over his heart in mock romance.

Isaac grinned. “Quick, Damon, get the interrogation lamp. We need to make sure this guy’s good enough for her.”

“Oh, he’s definitely not,” Damon said with a smirk. “I’ve already decided.”

Luna rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing as she headed for the sliding glass doors. “You’re all children,” she muttered, pulling the door closed behind her.

On the balcony, the world was calm. The ocean stretched out in the moonlight, and the breeze carried the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. Leaning against the railing, Luna pressed the phone to her ear, her voice softening.

“Hey, how’s paradise?” Marcel’s warm tone immediately put her at ease.

“Chaotic,” Luna admitted with a laugh. “Damon and Stiles nearly caused an international incident at dinner.”

“That sounds about right,” Marcel chuckled. “You surviving okay?”

“Barely,” she teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice softened further. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” Marcel said, his voice carrying a sincerity that made her smile. “But I’m glad you’re getting time with your brothers. You deserve a break.”

“Don’t worry,” she teased back. “I’m not letting Damon drag you into any crazy sibling tests when we get back.”

Marcel laughed, the sound deep and comforting. “Good to know. Stay out of trouble, okay?”

“No promises,” Luna replied with a grin. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said before the call ended.

Luna lingered on the balcony, the phone still in her hand, as the warm breeze ruffled her hair. A contented smile played on her lips, the chaotic evening fading into a peaceful calm.

Inside, the teasing hadn’t stopped.

“She’s smiling,” Stiles whispered loudly, peeking through the glass door. “That’s definitely a lovestruck smile.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” Stefan deadpanned, though his lips twitched in amusement.

Damon smirked, leaning closer to the door. “Think she’s planning their wedding yet?”

“Marcel better hope he’s ready to deal with us,” Isaac added, crossing his arms.

Luna finally slid the door open and poked her head inside. “You guys are so mature, you know that?”

“Oh, totally,” Stiles said, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “We’re just emotionally invested in your love life.”

“And your potential fiancé’s survival,” Damon added.

Luna groaned, stepping back inside. “You’re all impossible.”

“Hey,” Stefan said, tossing her the bracelet she’d admired earlier. “At least we’re funny.”

She caught the bracelet, shaking her head fondly. “Debatable.”

“Not debatable,” Isaac said, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at Stiles.

The teasing faded into more laughter, the kind that echoed through the villa and out into the night, mingling with the sound of the waves. Luna looked around at her brothers, her heart full as she tucked the bracelet into her pocket.

They were chaotic, yes. But they were hers.

The next morning, the group stood on the dock, squinting at the sleek rental boat bobbing gently in the water. It looked promising—a vessel of freedom and fun—but as soon as Damon took the wheel, that promise quickly descended into chaos.

“Damon, I think you’re supposed to go left!” Stefan yelled, bracing himself against the side of the boat as the engine roared.

“I am going left!” Damon shot back, his tone defensive as the boat veered dangerously close to a buoy.

“You’re going diagonally left into disaster!” Stiles screamed, clutching the railing with white knuckles.

Isaac, sitting calmly in the back, leaned over to Luna. “So… how worried should we be on a scale of one to we’re-about-to-die?”

Luna laughed, the wind whipping her hair around her face. “With Damon at the helm? Always keep it at an eight. But don’t worry, he’s like a cat—he always lands on his feet.”

“That doesn’t apply to driving boats!” Stiles howled.

“Relax,” Damon called over his shoulder, adjusting his sunglasses like he had everything under control. “This baby’s got plenty of power. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

As if to prove him wrong, the boat suddenly jerked to the side, tossing Stefan forward into Stiles, who let out a very unflattering yelp.

“Stop manhandling the throttle!” Stefan snapped, untangling himself from Stiles.

“Stop micromanaging my driving!” Damon retorted, yanking the wheel dramatically.

Eventually, by some miracle—and perhaps sheer stubbornness—they managed to anchor the boat near a secluded cove. The water here was crystal clear, with shades of turquoise so vibrant it looked surreal.

“See?” Damon said smugly, stepping back from the wheel. “I told you I’d get us here alive.”

“Barely,” Stiles muttered, flopping onto a seat with exaggerated relief.

The group soon got over the chaotic ride as they unpacked their snorkeling gear. They spent the afternoon diving into the cool water, marveling at the colorful fish darting around coral reefs. Stiles was the first to yell out when he spotted a sea turtle, practically vibrating with excitement as it glided gracefully past.

“I want to take it home!” he declared, splashing after it.

“That’s illegal,” Isaac said flatly, adjusting his snorkel.

Luna floated nearby, laughing as she took photos of the underwater world with a waterproof camera. Stefan, ever the responsible one, swam alongside her, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.

When it came time to take turns with the fancy diving mask—an unnecessarily high-tech contraption Damon had insisted on renting—chaos resumed.

“It’s my turn!” Stiles argued, clutching the mask like his life depended on it.

“You’ve had it for twenty minutes!” Isaac countered, trying to wrestle it away.

“I’m studying the fish!” Stiles shouted.

“You’re scaring the fish!” Isaac snapped, yanking the mask free.

Luna surfaced from the water, her face glowing with laughter. “You two are ridiculous. Just share it!”

“Sharing’s for people who don’t value science!” Stiles retorted, making a grab for the mask.

Damon, lounging on the boat with a drink in hand, smirked at the scene. “Let them fight it out. Builds character.”

“You’re supposed to be the adult here!” Stefan said, hauling himself onto the boat, his hair dripping.

“Wrong. I’m on vacation,” Damon replied, raising his glass.

Eventually, peace was restored when Luna diplomatically mediated, using her big-sister energy to convince Stiles and Isaac to split the remaining time with the mask. The rest of the afternoon was filled with more swimming, lounging, and good-natured ribbing as the group soaked up the sun.

By the time they returned to the dock, everyone was exhausted but exhilarated, their earlier mishaps turning into stories they’d laugh about for years.

As they disembarked, Stiles dramatically kissed the dock. “Solid ground, I’ve missed you!”

“You’re such a drama queen,” Damon said, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re a terrible captain,” Stiles shot back.

Luna chuckled, snapping one last photo of the group with the boat in the background. “Admit it,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “That was fun.”

Isaac slung an arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, but next time, I’m driving.”

“Over my dead body,” Damon said, leading the way up the dock as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky awash in hues of deep indigo and scattered stars. The group had gathered on the beach around a roaring bonfire, its flickering flames casting golden light over their faces. The crackle of the fire mixed with the soothing sound of the waves, creating a peaceful rhythm.

Luna sat cross-legged on a blanket, a bag of marshmallows in her lap. “Who wants to try not to burn their marshmallow this time?” she asked, holding one up with a teasing smile.

“I’m a professional now,” Stiles announced, jabbing his marshmallow-laden stick into the fire with confidence.

“Yeah, professional at turning them into charcoal,” Isaac quipped, his smirk widening as Stiles’s marshmallow immediately caught fire.

“Controlled chaos,” Stiles said, blowing out the flames and inspecting the blackened marshmallow. “It’s an art form.”

“More like a disaster,” Damon snorted, expertly toasting his own marshmallow to a perfect golden brown. He smirked at Stiles, holding it up like a trophy. “This is how it’s done.”

Stefan chuckled, passing a chocolate bar to Luna, who was assembling s’mores with quiet focus. “You should open a s’mores stand, Luna. These are perfect.”

“I do have a gift,” she said with a mock-serious nod, handing him a completed s’more. “But don’t tell Damon—it’ll bruise his ego.”

Damon raised an eyebrow, his mouth full of his own s’more. “What ego? I’m the most humble person here.”

“Sure you are,” Stefan said, shaking his head.

Luna leaned back on her hands, her gaze drifting to the ocean. “This feels… perfect,” she said softly. “Just us. No drama, no chaos—well, less chaos.”

Isaac raised his stick triumphantly. “And no vampires trying to kill us!”

“Present company excluded,” Damon added dryly, pointing at himself and Stefan.

“Obviously,” Stiles said with a grin. “You guys are the good vampires.”

“For now,” Damon said, smirking.

The conversation turned to reminiscing about their adventures—Stiles exaggerating every detail, Isaac rolling his eyes, Stefan offering corrections, and Damon embellishing his own heroics. Luna mostly listened, her laughter ringing out as the stories got more ridiculous.

By the time the fire began to die down, they were all sitting in a loose circle, marshmallows forgotten. Stiles leaned back, staring at the sky. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Luna said, her gaze following his.

“Yeah,” Isaac agreed, pulling his knees to his chest. “Makes you realize how small everything else is.”

Damon, surprisingly quiet, took a long sip from his flask before setting it down. “It’s been a while since we’ve done something like this,” he admitted, his voice unusually sincere.

Stefan nodded, glancing at each of them. “We needed this.”

Luna leaned into Stefan’s side, her smile gentle. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m really lucky to have you guys.”

“Even me?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Even you,” she teased.

“Aw, group hug!” Stiles declared, launching himself at Luna and Stefan. Isaac groaned but joined in, and before long, even Damon allowed himself to be dragged into the pile.

They dissolved into laughter, arms slung around one another as the fire flickered its last. For that moment, there were no threats, no supernatural madness—just siblings, bonded by love, laughter, and the memories of an unforgettable vacation.

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Out of Bounds - Chapter 15

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Word Count: 1913

"Harry," I whispered as I lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Harry, wake up, baby."

Harry groaned and rolled over to face me, his sleepy eyes cracked open only slightly.

"We have class in an hour," I soothed as I ran my fingers down his arm.

"Can't we skip it?" he grumbled.

"Nuh uh," I declined. "We need to be there today."

"Okay," he sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm going to take a quick shower."

I rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom. As I stepped in the shower I heard a voice behind me.

"Can I join you?" Harry asked, standing there naked.

I rolled my eyes. "We're never gonna get to class."

Without resistance however, I let Harry step in next to me.

"Let me wash you, and you can wash me," he suggested with a straight face.

"Harry!"

"Nothing else, I promise. Just washing."

"Okay," I reluctantly agreed.

True to his word, Harry lathered me up and scrubbed my body from neck to toe. After pointing him towards my face wash, he gently applied it to my face which I rinsed off under the shower stream. Then he shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp and almost making me fall asleep. He did kiss me a few times during this, but I wasn't about to protest.

Once I'd rinsed out the shampoo, I began to wash him. He closed his eyes for most of it, until I had to bend down to get his legs, and I chuckled when I realized what I was face to face with.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," I smirked.

But Harry knew what it was because he began to thrust his hips so his penis would nearly slap me in the face.

"Stop it!" I exclaimed with a laugh.

I quickly stood upright to see Harry with a shit-eating grin on his face. I made him rinse off and then I washed his hair in the same manor he had mine.

"Mmm, that's nice," he cooed.

Once we were all clean, I reached to turn the water off, but Harry stopped me with a kiss. Then another. And then it grew deeper, his tongue filling my mouth. I ran my hands up his wet chest, grabbing his shoulders. As I leaned against the shower wall, he lifted me up by my thighs and rubbed his cock against my clit.

"Harry!" I moaned.

"I'm sorry, love, I can't help it. I want you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he entered me. He was rock hard, and I could feel him filling every bit of me. I wanted so bad to open my legs as far as possible, but there was no place to put my feet. All I could do was wrap my legs around him and hold on. Our moans were both loud and in sync. It felt so good I thought I would literally explode.

"Oh God!" I cried.

"Fuck yes."

Harry and I came together, soaked and spent. After one more quick rinse, I finally turned off the water and we stepped out. I handed Harry a towel and after drying off, we walked back to my bedroom. I looked at the clock. We had less than thirty minutes.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath as I hurriedly put on my underwear.

"Remind me again why we can't ditch?" Harry complained.

"Because we have another report due before Thanksgiving and we haven't even started on it."

"Yeah but we wasted our free periods last week. Crawford's not going to give us more. He's probably got a lecture planned for today."

"All the more reason to go," I stated. "Maybe his lecture will give us some ideas."

Harry grimaced and grabbed his clothes from his duffle bag. We got dressed and made it out the door in record time, choosing to take Harry's car. I knew he had his Biology class after Sociology, but I told him I didn't mind waiting.

As we walked together down the sidewalk, Harry grabbed my hand. I grinned up at him, feeling a little better about letting our relationship out in the open. But as we neared the door to Professor Crawford's class, I tensed up. A few steps away, Leslie and her Soc. partner Charice were talking to Liz. Trying to reassure me, Harry gave my hand a squeeze.

"Hey, you guys," Leslie called out.

"Hi," Harry and I said in unison.

"Hey, you work at Mikado's!" Liz pointed at Harry. I wasn't sure if she was trying to play dumb, or if this was actually the first time she'd seen him at school.

"Yes, I do," he replied with a nod.

"Yeah, I know you," Liz continued. "From the bar. I go there with my friend Britney a lot."

"Yes, I remember you," Harry said politely.

"I didn't know you were dating anyone." Liz made sure she looked at me when she said that. I felt my skin crawl.

"You probably remember Tisa," Harry confirmed, moving his hand to the small of my back. "She came to Mikado's one night when you were there."

"Oh yeah, I do," Liz smirked. "I just didn't know she was your girlfriend."

"Well...now you know."

My stomach jumped to my chest, and I sucked in my breath. Then Harry guided me into the classroom, leaving the other three girls with their mouths agape.

Harry was right, Crawford did have a lecture planned. As I sat and listened, I swore I could feel eyes on me. I hated petty high school jealousy, but I was curious, so I took a compact out of my purse so I could see behind me in the mirror. Leslie and Charice were sitting in the back row giggling until they caught me looking. I acted like I was getting something out of my eye and quickly snapped the compact shut and returned it to my handbag.

Sensing what I was doing, Harry silently placed his hand on my leg under the table. I lightly patted it with my own hand and let it rest on top of his. We stayed that way for the rest of the period until Harry had to write something down.

I told Harry I would go to the library to get started on the report while he went to Biology. This time we didn't have to separate in the fork of the sidewalk. I walked with him, hand in hand, the rest of the way since the library was across from the Science building. Harry kissed me goodbye as naturally as anything. I wanted to feel as calm and casual as he did, but I just wasn't there yet. As he walked away, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I made my way up the library steps.

I was already deep into my report when I heard a voice.

"So you and Harry, huh?"

I lifted my head to see Liz, who helped herself to the seat across from mine.

"Um, yeah."

"Hmm," she nodded. "What was your name again?"

I shot her a quick glance over my laptop as I continued to type. "Tisa."

"Right, right," Liz said. Then she cocked her head in question. "Just seems kinda quick, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that...my friend and I have been going to Mikado's for a while now. Then you show up once and you're already a couple?"

I closed my laptop and glared at her. "I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me?"

"No," she retorted. "I don't even know you. But I do know my best friend, Britney. And she really liked Harry."

"And?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Well, he kind of acted like he liked her too. Then all of a sudden he has a girlfriend."

"Are you trying to insinuate that I stole Harry from your friend?" I couldn't believe the bullshit I was hearing.

Liz shrugged. "Either that, or he was just leading her on."

"I think you're mistaken," I argued, folding my arms.

"Am I?"

"First of all, I didn't steal anyone from anybody. Second, Harry wasn't leading her on. He was being friendly and doing his job."

"Hmmph," Liz huffed at me.

"Look," I said, leaning forward. "You can believe what you want. Nothing I can say is going to change your mind, obviously. Harry and I are together, and I'm sorry your friend is so hung up on him that she can't let it go."

Liz opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but nothing came out. Instead, she stood up and walked off without another word. I wondered if she was stomping off to tell Charice and Leslie about our little talk. I laughed to myself. Not because of what she'd said. But because I had been so worried that those girls knew I was married. They were just pissed off that their friend's crush had a girlfriend. I found it very amusing.

Harry had to work that night, so I just ordered a pizza and watched a documentary of The Rolling Stones on TV. I'd given him a heads up on the Britney situation, and he told me not to worry. I wondered if Britney and Liz would show up tonight, just to spite me, but I shook the notion from my head, knowing it didn't matter anyway.

Around ten I began to get sleepy, so I got ready for bed. I turned off all the lights except the one in the kitchen. As soon as I got comfortable under the covers, my phone rang. For some reason my first thought was Harry, but then I remembered I hadn't spoken to James yet.

"Hi baby," he said when I answered.

"Hi," I echoed sleepily.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, just about to go to bed."

"Oh okay. Well, I won't keep you then. Just wanted to hear your voice and say goodnight."

"Okay," I yawned. "How is New York?"

"It's...good. Going really well," James informed, though he didn't sound very convincing.

"Are they working you too hard?" I asked.

"Nah, you know, you gotta work hard to get what you want."

"That sounds about right," I said, somewhat sarcastically but James took it for fatigue.

"Well, get some good sleep. Are you still going to class?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Okay, good. 'Night sweetheart."

"Goodnight."

I tossed the phone down on my bed, feeling aggravated and perturbed. Am I still going to class? What the hell, did he think because he was away I wouldn't be going? Am I his child? It just rubbed me the wrong way.

I turned out the light, trying to calm down and relax. Harry wouldn't be home for a while, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay up much longer.

I awoke barely when I heard the garage door. I waited for the sound of footsteps until I saw a form in the bedroom, outlined by the light of the moon shining through the curtains. I knew he was trying not to wake me as he undressed. He left momentarily to go to the restroom, then returned and gently climbed into bed next to me. I immediately reached out for him and he did the same.

"I like this," he muttered after a long string of kisses.

"Like what?"

"Coming home to you."

"Me, too," I said.

Me, too.

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A Cosmic Summer

Stobin Month Day One: Summer

Rating:Teen

Cw: Mention of a car accident and mention of concussion. Nothing graphic

Tags: Platonic Stobin, Background Steve/Eddie, Background Nancy/Robin, Medical Inaccuracies definitely, Dialogue heavy

Okay, so according to her calculations Robin is pretty sure it's roughly a bajillion degrees today. Sweat seems to be pouring out of every inch of her, bangs stuck to her greasy forehead. Glancing at Steve, she notices he isn’t faring much better, his hair shoved in a cap, poorly shading him from the sun, his cheeks are red and his breaths are shallow.

Eddie and Nancy came strolling back outside not a care in the world that Hawkins is actively melting. Steve and Robin catch each other’s eyes, Steve makes a “what the fuck” gesture towards their respective (and sweat free) partners.

Robin gives a huge shrug with her eyebrows shooting up into her damp hairline. While distracted she doesn’t notice Nancy coming over until the coldest can of Coke is pressed to her inner thigh. 

Robin lets out a guttural yelp and tries to get as far away from her girlfriend as possible with the limited room the chair offers. “Nancy Francine Wheeler! In the wise words of one of the gremlins we appointed ourselves to look after, I dump your ass!”

Nancy chuckles before pouting, “Would a kiss make it better, Chicken?” She starts putting sweet, cool kisses right where she placed the can, ignoring the eyeroll Robin gives at the nickname.

While the girls start to play fight, Steve turns his attention to Eddie, who cracks open his own can of Dr Pepper. Noticing Eddie has nothing else in his hands he decides it’s the perfect time to start a little argument of his own. “Wait wait wait. So let me get this straight– Don’t even.” He says shutting down whatever little remark his boyfriend was about to fire at him. “You and Nancy go inside, leaving Robin and I to die in the heat and then you don’t even bring us anything? Wow you know Robs I thought I’ve seen it all but this might be the cruelest betrayal in human history.” Steve crosses his arms ignoring the fake guilty pout Eddie’s trying to distract him with.

The biggest puppy eyes block Steve’s view of literally anything else, “Stevie, light of my life, my eternal flame, the future mother of my children, God’s greatest work, world’s most gifted cocksu–”

“We get it.” Nancy and Robin said in creepy unison. Steve tries to cover his cackle as a cough.

“We intended to bring you and Bucks a popsicle but unfortunately I think your secret stash was raided last time the kids came over. Sorry lover boy.” Eddie said as he shoved Steve over to make room for his bony ass. 

Robin and Steve both groan, they have one of their trademarked SteveandRobin silent conversations, before Steve sighs, “I’ll get me keys, let’s rock and roll Robby.”

Nancy boos him, Eddie just rolls his eyes and mutters something about being in love with a dorky dad. 

Robin shoots them obnoxious finger guns in lame solidarity with Steve. “Leave him alone for he does not know what he’s doing, or something like that. I don’t know, I didn't pay any attention at church camp.”

“Uh huh you were too busy paying attention to Counselor Gabby.” Eddie retorts.

Nancy brows furrowed, “You guys went to church camp? The two gayest people in Indiana?”

“Gay and poor thank you very much, it was basically free daycare for the summer if your family made under a certain amount. Plus I think Wayne thought it would give me an outlet, when that didn’t work he got me my guitar.” He gives them all a smirk. 

Steve and Robin leave Eddie and Nancy to their weird sibling like bickering, and make their way to the garage. “I know your parents are objectively garbage, demon people–”

“Pretty sure that’s offensive to Demons.”

“Mhm right well you’ve clearly been spending too much time with your satanic boytoy. But my point was. My point was… Actually it’s too hot to remember. Consider yourself lucky Harrington.”

Steve reaches over to thoroughly mess up Robin’s hair, which she valiantly tries to fight off. “Awe everyday with you makes me lucky.” He punctuates his statement with a swift poke to her ribs.

With the assurance that the Upside Down was sealed off for good, to never return again, there’s been this heavy weight lifted off of everyone’s shoulders. Yes, they still had all the heavy trauma, the nightmares, insomnia, you name it and they all had it. The kids, the adults, even the adult adults had their own hosts of issues. But this was the first summer in five years they’ve been able to take a breath and have stupid fun together.

Most of their summer has been spent showing Eleven a bunch of normal kid stuff that was stolen from her by the stupid fucking lab. Steve and Robin had been in charge of El’s self expression. Which sounds ridiculous but after being told who she’s supposed to be her whole life, Steve had the experience of letting those notions go. He was able to figure out who he was with the help of Robin, so together they had a million conversations with El about preferences, they watched movies, listened to every kind of music, just trying to figure out what things spoke to their own little superhero. Suffice to say, it’s been the most rewarding summer of either of their lives. 

But this is still Hawkins obviously life couldn’t keep being that easy. They hadn’t even made it downtown before the beemer was sent rolling because some asshole ran a red light. Two arms reach out to provide safety for the other, instead they cling together and all they can hope is that they can make it out on the other side one more time. 

***

“No, I get what you’re saying. Trust me we know this hospital’s policy inside and out, but they’re a special case. They will freak out when they wake up and can’t find each other, it will be bad for everyone. We’re just asking if we could move them to the same room, please.” Nancy’s eyes were wet and she was pleading to the charge nurse.

“I understand your frustration Miss Wheeler, but unfortunately at this time I cannot make special accommodations.”

“Please, please reconsider, they both have bad experiences with… hospitals. They need each other,” Eddie is doing everything he can to hold himself together and not freak out on this woman. That was Nancy’s lane anyway. 

They both kept pleading with whoever would listen to them. It was killing both of them to be anywhere but their partners’ sides, but they were the last thing either of them needed right now. They needed each other, and Wayne. Wayne was one of the few people who were able to bring both Robin and Steve out of their own minds quickly and safely. 

In the end it didn’t matter.

“Robin! ROBIN!” Steve was screaming. There was a clatter of noise, a rush of faculty heading towards Steve’s room.

“Nance call Hopper, and Wayne! Hey HEY don’t touch him, don’t fucking touch him!” Eddie took off at full speed towards Steve’s room.

Nancy takes a steadying breath as her tears start to fall freely now. She’s able to get ahold of both Hopper and Wayne explaining their situation. They needed Wayne to help Steve calm down and remember where he was, and Hopper was the right amount of authority to have strings pulled in the hospital. 

She hangs up the phone with shaking hands and goes to talk to Robin’s parents about what the doctors have been saying. There’s still a lot of yelling coming from Steve’s room, she winces when she hears a broken sob coming from a scared and worried Steve.

Soon enough both Hopper and Wayne come thundering down the hallway. Hopper is already yelling, asking to speak to whoever is in charge. Wayne is quietly walking into Steve’s room and almost immediately after the staff trying to sedate him vacate with the heads hung a little lower. Wayne follows them out, has a brief chat with Hopper who in turn has a chat with the Chief of Medicine. A few moments later Steve’s bed is being moved right next to Robin’s.

***

Visiting hours eventually end, Wayne and Hopper have to essentially drag Nancy and Eddie out of the hospital. Jon and Argyle thankfully have been keeping the kids at the Wheeler’s house to avoid any more unnecessary antics as the not so helpful nurse described their situation.

Soon it’s just a barely awake Steve softly tapping his fingers on Robin’s knuckles. After what feels like hours (time is still pretty fuzzy) Robin slowly blinks awake. “Eve ‘s going on?” Steve lets out a sob he didn’t even think he had enough left in him to do that. “Whas wrong? Why so sad babes?” Robin continues asking questions, becoming a little more together between each one. “Oh my god. We’re in the hospital? What the fuck?” She’s giggling and Steve is pretty sure she’s certifiably insane. 

“Jesus Christ Robs we literally almost died. How are you laughing?” Which is bold considering he’s not even trying to hide his smile.

“Pretty sure we’ve almost died like twenty times by now Dingus. What’s one more?” Robin’s still laughing until she lets out a wince and puts a hand to her head. “My head hurts.” She pouts.

Steve chuckles but it’s heavy with emotion, “Yeah that’d be the concussion at work. You okay? Should I call a nurse?”

“A concussion? I’m pretty sure that’s your territory,” Giving him a mock glare.

“I thought so too, and let's keep it that way from now on. Gotta promise to stay outta my lane Robby.”

An offended squawk, “That is enough of that, your pretty head can’t take anymore damage, doctor’s orders.” 

“I just hate seeing you like this, especially since I was driving and–”

“Nope! We are not doing this Steve. To be fair I’m still a little foggy on the details but I know for a fact what happened was not your fault.” She doesn’t have a ton of energy left and she really wants him to understand this part. “Hey look at me Steve.” He doesn’t. “Stephifer.” She lightly teases until they catch eyes. “You don’t always have to be the one getting hurt. Which is crazy I have to say because you’re literally in a hospital bed hurt.”

Steve scoffs, “Not nearly as bad bud. You took all the hits this time.” He pushes her bangs away from her eyes.

“Maybe. Well at least you know how it feels this time round.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, head cocked like a confused puppy, “What’dya mean?”

Robin stifles a groan, if she had the strength she’d shake him by his shoulders. “Steve, how do you think I felt after Starcourt, or after Spring Break? You literally took on Evil Russians for me, even before we knew we were cosmically destined to be best friends. So… I’m going to take this concussion for the team. I’d rather be benched for a little while than you not ever play again.”

With the most disgusting, snotty, wet half laugh Steve says, “I can’t believe you just cheered me up with a goddamned sports metaphor.”

“I think it was an analogy actually,” Robin muses.

“Oh my god, shut up.” A beat. “I love you Robin Buckley.

“I love you Steve Harrington.”

And they succumb to much needed sleep hand in hand, just as the cosmos decided.”

[boricuacherry-blog]

When I was in the eighth grade, there was a pack of pretty, mostly Irish girls whom I desperately wanted to befriend. At that time, in that town, most of these girls were considered the pinnacle of perfection: milky skin, silky hair, and blue eyes. They used to have a chant: "Blue eyes rule!" These were not nice girls.

And I felt wholly inferior around them. Compared to them (and in the eighth grade, comparison is the only method of measurement) my skin was muddy, my hair was lawless. They called me Fozzie Bear (from the Muppets) because of my unruly hair, and try as I might, I could never flatten it all out to look like theirs, and my eyes were distinctly and undeniably unblue (I liked my dark eyes, but I never stood up for myself during their weird chant). Clearly I stood out from their group, but they let me hang with them. Maybe it was because I was the class clown, always quick to crack a joke or snap on somebody and make the whole group laugh. Even if I was only there as entertainment, I was happy to put on a show.

Some of the girls' parents knew my mother. They had a modicum of respect for her because she was also Irish and a professional opera singer - and opera was classy. Adult drama works differently than that among teens, but they often intersect. Word got out that the Irish father of the prettiest girl was physically abusing her mother. My mother, who can get really righteous when she wants to, took it upon herself to write him a letter. In that letter I'm pretty sure she disclosed that she had been married to a black man and that he was the father of her children (of course, I wouldn't learn of the letter until much later).

As I said, these were not nice girls, but eventually, I was invited to go with some of them, including the prettiest one, to Southampton for a sleepover. One of them had a rich aunt with a fancy house near the beach. We piled into one of their big cars and took the two-hour long drive along the Atlantic edge of Long Island to the small village where the wealthy "summer." (Summer was a season for me, not a verb).

The house was big, airy, and orderly. I was awestruck, so busy that I hadn't noticed the girls had gathered into a cluster by a door. They called over to me: "Come on, Mariah. Let's go back here." Without question, I followed. They led me to a smaller room in the rear of the house, and one of them shut the door with a click, and suddenly the mood grew heavy, fast. All the girls were glaring at me. Suddenly, into the heavy silence, the sister of the prettiest girl spit out her ugly secret for all to hear: "You're a n****r!" My head began to spin when I realized she was referring to me. Pointing at me. It was my secret, my shame. I was frozen. The others quickly joined in. "You're a n****r!" they all shrieked. All together, in unison, they chanted, "You're a n****r!" over and over. I thought it would never end. The venom and hate with which they spewed this new iteration of their usual chant was so strong, it quite literally lifted me out of my body. They had planned it. They fooled me into thinking they actually liked me. They lured me hours away from home. They isolated me. They trapped me. Then they betrayed me. I exploded into hysterical tears.

Eventually, I heard another voice whimpering among the mob. "Why are you doing this?" the small, brave voice asked. It was that older blond one. The ugly sister of the prettiest shot back, "Because she is a n****r." I don't remember anything else about that day. It was certainly not the first time I had been degraded by schoolmates. I'd been singled out on the school bus and spit on. I'd gotten into physical fights. Often, I would clap back; my tongue was sharp, and I could be a real wise ass. Sometimes I even started fights. But this wasn't your garden variety scuffle. It was devious and premeditated.

-Mariah Carey

[natashawritesstuff]

“Dad?” Keina, your youngest daughter yells from the living room.

“Yes?” Ushijima responds, in a normal volume as he was a mere few meters away from her. 

“Oh, I didn't know you were there.”

“I highly doubt that,” he mutters.

“Anyways, why did Bokuto-san call asking if we did our interview yet? What’s he talking about?”

He pauses for a few seconds before cursing under his breath. “They’re interviewing the Olympic teams from the winning years. Something about what it takes to be an athlete, the ups and downs of the commitment, they wanted the families to be interviewed too.”

“Why didn’t I know?” 

“Because I never planned on doing it, I already replied I wasn’t interested.”

“Dad?” Airi, the oldest, says as she’s looking out the window. “There’s a camera crew on our lawn.”

Keina slowly turns back to her father with curious eyes, “Dad, are you sure you replied no?”

“Not so much, no.”

***

“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Wakatoshi, we’re the Ushijima’s.”

“Thank you so much for giving this interview,” Sato, the cameraman, says. 

“Yeah, of course,” you say excitedly and turn to your husband waiting for his enthusiasm but getting a deadpan face in return.

“What?”

“Smile.”

“No.”

“Please, the cameras.”

“Why would I care about the camera’s?”

“Guys we’re actually still rolling.”

“I’m talking to my wife,” Ushijima tells him and then returns his attention back to you and you sigh.

“I’m Airi, I’m sixteen.”

“I’m Keina, I’m fifteen.”

“What was it like growing up with an Olympic volleyball player as a dad?”

“Umm…” Keina hums and turns to her sister for an answer. 

“He was never really strict with us about playing volleyball,” Airi says.

“It was always just kind of written in the stars,” Keina chimes in. 

“Right,” Airi agrees, “that being said he taught us how to pass before we learned how to read.”

The cameraman laughs and the girls don’t. 

“She’s serious,” Keina confirms. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” they say in unison.

“Uh….moving on.”

“Ushijima-san, did you find it hard raising kids while balancing your career?”

“Yes, mostly because I wasn’t good at it.”

“What advice would you give younger players trying to balance?”

“Don’t balance. Just pick your family.”

“Sir, if you could just give me something,” he pleads.

“I’m giving you the interview.”

“Are you two friends with the other legacy kids?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

The two answer simultaneously and Airi scoffs, saying, “she is not me.”

“Kyoudo, he’s Bokuto-san's son, I love him. We used to practice together when we were younger. He’s such a little crybaby though-”

“Keina,” Ushijima says from behind the camera.

“No she’s right, literally he used to whine every time Keina beat him. Which was often. I mean I would be crying too, he’s two years older than her.”

“Airi,” you hiss.

“What?”

“Um, what about other players' kids? Are you friends?”

“I mean Iwaizumi-san’s daughter, Emiko loves me….she’s also like one and I babysit her, so that doesn’t really count,” Keina realizes, voice trailing off. 

“Yeah all of dad’s teammates waited until they were like thirty, and we were both accidents so,” Airi explains.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. 

“The only one who has a kid not under the age of ten besides Bokuto-san is Atsumu-san.” Keina says, “And that Miya is just….”

“A dick.” 

“What positions do you play?”

“I’m a setter,” Airi answers. 

“I play opposite.”

“How did growing up together mold you as players?”

“I think it made us well-rounded. Right?”

“Yeah,” Keina agrees. 

“I mean not only were we raised by one of the greatest players, but we also had access to each other and always pushed the other to grow.”

“Mhm.”

“And no matter if we win or lose, I always knew my little sister was on my team. At least back then,” Airi confesses, voice nearly cracking. 

“...yeah,” Keina agrees, eyes almost watering.

“Speaking of teams, you two actually play for different one’s right? Keina’s playing for the team that beat yours in the tournament last year?” Sato asks.

The girls share a look before Airi asks, “sir, have you ever played volleyball?”

“No-”

“I thought so,” she says with a smile.

“I’m….I’m gonna cut.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

“How long have you been together?” Sato tiredly asks. 

“Since we were seventeen,” Ushijima answers quickly.

“Yeah, that.”

“When did you get married?”

“Twenty-four,” he answers again.

“Where’d you meet?”

“In high school. I quite literally ran into him.”

“And then we had a project together,” he remembers. 

“And the rest is history,” you say, lovingly looking into his eyes and a small smile grazes his face.

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you.”

Sato clears his throat and you embarrassed, turn back to the camera. 

“We’re not going to lie and say it’s not hard, because it is, extremely, but…”

“It’s worth it,” Ushijima says, still looking into your eyes. 

He cuts the camera and you and your husband each stand up to say your goodbyes.

“It was a pleasure to meet you and your family.”

“You as well,” you say with a smile.

“And your daughters are….” he begins to say as his eyes drift off to see Airi staring daggers at him from across the room and Keina trying to get her to stop but proving to be unsuccessful. “They’re..”

“You don’t need to finish that,” you tell him.

“Anyways I just want to thank you all for your time.”

Ushijima asks bluntly, “you’re not using the interview, are you?”

“Absolutely not.”

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

Part 2 of Who You Gonna Call?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: part 2 of this: you know where Eddie is hiding and you run to his aid

Warnings: fluff, angst, tiniest bit of violence / threat

A/N: before anyone gives me shit I am of course aware the song title is actually Running Up That Hill but for the purposes of this fic it’s down the hill lmao! anyways, I hope you guys like this <33

You sit and stare at nothing for a while, wrapped up in disbelief.

“Well,” you start after a moment, “I always knew Hawkins was weird but this is some next level shit.”

The others all nod in response.

“And now Eddie is wrapped up in this shit too?"

“Not intentionally, we don’t think” Max answers. “It looks like something from the upside down got Chrissy and Eddie was just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time” Max looks at you sympathetically. “Not to mention, well...” she trials off hesitantly.

Max struggles to find the end of her sentence so you finish it for her.

“Not to mention he’s considered the town freak and is therefore an easy scapegoat” you huff. “Fuck” you curse under your breath.

Everyone looks at you with sorrow in their eyes. You sigh again, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

“We need to find him” you muse.

“Well yeah, that’s why we called you. Since you’re apparently a thing, Max figured you might know where he his” Steve pipes up.

“So, do you know where he is?” Dustin pushes. “We’ve already called literally all of his other friends and no one has anything useful to offer us.”

“I might have an idea of where he might be” you hum.

They all look at you expectantly.

“His friend, well his supplier really, has a cabin by Lover’s Lake. It’s empty for most of the year and Rick said Eddie’s welcome to crash there whenever he wants, or needs to, in this case.”

“Wait wait wait, Rick as in Reefer Rick?” Dustin asks.

You nod.

“We already called him, he didn’t tell us shit!” Dustin’s voice pitches with a frustrated whine.

You look at him incredulously.

“Did you really think a known drug supplier was going to give some random kid the location of his lake house just because you said you were friend of Eddie’s and you asked nicely? Come on” you raise an eyebrow at him.

You see Steve and Robin nodding in agreement.

“Do you know exactly where the lake house is?” Max asks.

“Yeah” you nod.

“Great, then let’s go!” Robin shouts as she jumps off the counter.

....

“I don’t get it, I thought he’d be here” you squeak quietly.

You were silently fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall as you grew more and more worried about Eddie.

What if someone else had already found him? Turned him in?

Or worse, what if someone else had found him and decided to enact their own kind of justice on the town freak…?

“I don’t know where else he’d be” your voice cracks as one tear falls from your eye.

“Well we’ve all trekked up and down this place like five times, he’s not here” Steve sighs.

Robin comes over to you and grabs your upper arm in what you think is meant to be a comforting gesture.

“Hey, I’m sure no one else has to got to him first. You know maybe he’s just lost in the woods like alone, or maybe he fell in the lake, or he’s..."

“Okay, I’m sure he’s fine” Max cuts Robin off quickly. “We just need to keep looking, think of anywhere else he might possibly have gone to” she looks at you determinedly.

It’s then that you hear a bunch of yelling and commotion from outside. In the moment you hadn’t realised that Dustin and Steve had wondered off.

You, Max, and Robin all look towards the direction the noise and in unison utter “the boat house.”

Not a second later the three of you are running down that hill towards the boat house. As you get closer you start to hear the yelling more clearly. It was Dustin that was doing the shouting.

“Woah woah easy man easy. It’s okay, we’re to help for god’s sake!!"

You finally reach the boat house door and fling it open, hurling yourself inside. You spin on your heel to take in the scene in front of you.

Steve is up against the wall, pinned there, with a broken bottle edge hovering just above his throat.

And there, stood in front of him holding the bottle, was Eddie.

“You’re here to help me, huh?” Eddie seethes. “You’re just here to grab me and turn me in.”

“No we’re not!!” Dustin yells again. “You’re our a friend Eddie, we wanna help you! Goddamn ungrateful son of a bitch” Dustin grumbles the last bit more to himself than to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes don’t leave Steve’s once, making sure to keep in place, to hold on to the only bit of power he had.

“Everyone else turned on me, but I’m supposed to believe you and ‘king Steve’ are here to help me, hmm? Why should I believe you?” Eddie snarls.

Steve tilts his head slightly, leaning in your direction.

“That’s why” Steve murmurs cautiously.

Eddie’s head turns and his eyes finally land on yours.

“Y/N?” He whispers in disbelief.

“Eddie” you call back.

The next thing you know your feet are moving towards him at the same time as he releases Steve and drops the bottle to the floor. The two of you collide with an almost bruising force, his arms flinging desperately around you as yours wrap around him.

You think you can hear an “awww” sound from Robin.

Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you so tight against him you almost can’t breathe. Your arms slot around his neck, pulling him down into you, your one hand going to cup the back of his head. For a moment you don’t care about everyone else there. All you care about is that he's alive, that he's safe, and that he’s no longer out there alone. You twist your head and pepper his face with kisses. You squeeze your eyes shut and just revel in the feeling of him, the warmth and firmness of his body against yours; it was grounding.

After a moment he pulls back to look at you, his hands holding your upper arms.

“What- what are you doing here?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“We came to find you, you idiot” you half laugh as another tear escapes your eye.

Eddie’s eyes shift around the boat house, looking at the collection of people that stood around you.

“Why...?”

“We told you, we came to help you, dumbass” Dustin chimes in.

Eddie looks towards Dustin and narrows his eyes suspiciously. You can feel a tension take hold of Eddie, his grip accidentally tightening on your arm.

“It’s okay Eddie, I promise. They really are here to help. I wouldn’t have brought them to you otherwise” you murmur softly, reaching up to cup his cheek lightly.

“So... you guys... you guys don’t think... don’t think that I-“ he clears his throat and you can see he’s close to tears himself.

“We know it wasn’t you. That you didn’t kill Chrissy” Max adds reassuringly.

Eddie looks around at all of them as they nod lightly in agreement.

“We know that her death was... well weird is probably the best word for it” Dustin reassures Eddie.

“Yeah, like supernatural type shit weird” Robin adds with a wink.

“Wha- h- how do you know that?” Eddie stammers.

The others all look round at each other awkwardly, just as they had done not two hours ago when they were explaining everything to you.

“Uh, it’s a long story” Steve shrugs eventually.

You look up at Eddie again and smile apologetically. You stroke his cheek with your thumb where your hand still rested on his face. You sigh lightly before echoing Robin’s words from earlier;

“You might wanna sit down for this one...”

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A/N: this is not intended to be a series or anything, it’s just a lil two part drabble! so respectfully please don’t be asking for more parts or anything bc it’s not gonna happen! I promise you I still have so much more Eddie content to come so it’s not like you’ll be missing out anything ;)

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

miss kitty | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Oh, Miss Kitty, you're so bad but so good, so damn beautiful that you make me sick, ah, for real tho, Jeon Jungkook swallowed too much alcohol and ice-cold chaser at once and now he's sprinting to the bathroom to vomit. But, oh, he does want all those kisses so damn bad.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining what's new, it's JK; vocal line ogling Miss Kitty, what? she's in a bikini, we know she's doing it on purpose; if the outfits sound familiar, refer to the original ITS outfits, lmao; literally just crack + fluff; mentions of a blowjob and sex daydreams; non-idol!BTS - a mess (of bad decisions)!Jungkook x noona!reader, ft vocal line shenanigans, mentions of Joon + Hobi, and Yoongi appearing at random inappropriate times; JK's POV with a tiny bit of Seokjin's POV

ofc inspired by 'bad decisions' by benny blanco, bts, and snoop dogg

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“You’re kidding me.”

“She never comes to these things.”

“The hell are you guys looking at – holy shit.”

“Are those cat ears?”

“Who gives a shit about the cat ears? She’s in a goddamn bikini!”

“What is her tongue doing?”

“Can you be jealous of air? Because I’m jealous of air right now.”

“I heard she bites into her popsicles.”

The four heads admiring the woman in a black bikini and fluffy cat ears snapped to the side in unison where a bored voice sat under them, using the four men as his personal shade. Sunglasses, wide-brimmed straw hat, watermelon popsicle, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and black pants at a pool party, nodding sagely as he continued.

“I lied. I’ve seen it. It’s hardcore,” Min Yoongi said with about as much enthusiasm as a rock.

“Where’d you get the hat, hyung?”

“Hoseok put it on me. I don’t know where he went.”

Kim Taehyung put his large hand on Min Yoongi’s straw hat and patted the golden-yellow circle. Yoongi continued enjoying his popsicle and squinting at the sun. Well, it was hard to tell because of the sunglasses, but that was what Jeon Jungkook assumed because he had seen Yoongi’s disapproving face enough times to see the wrinkle of distaste in his otherwise neutral, slightly upturned mouth.

Strangely cat-like.

“She’s crawling on people and pouring their drinks into their mouths,” Park Jimin suddenly said.

Kim Seokjin made a choking sound and covered his eyes, looking straight through his fingers. He was also wearing a straw hat that coincidentally matching Yoongi’s – or, rather, previously Jung Hoseok’s. He was looking handsome in a bright pink tropical-print shirt, robin’s egg blue t-shirt, and white shorts, itching closer to the drinks table to grab… something.

“What are you doing, hyung?” Taehyung suddenly piped up, making Seokjin squeak and send the red plastic cup he had been reaching for shooting across the table.

“Nothing!”

“Bring her over here, Tae,” Jimin hissed, taking his sunglasses off his head and hiding his eyes, as if he could hide in his royal blue shirt and distressed denim shorts that showed off his powerful calves.

“How?”

“How? Your face, bro!”

Taehyung was apparently completely unaware of how naturally handsome he was, but he was also the guy in a half-unbuttoned lemon-print collared shirt with green shorts that exactly matched the shade of green of the leaves, so it was pretty obvious that he was pretending for the sake of his dignity. “My face? What am I supposed to do? Smile?”

“It works on everyone else!” Jimin retorted.

“It kinda does,” Yoongi agreed, licking his popsicle.

Jungkook chanced a moment to stare at her.

This was bad.

Firstly, she was definitely out of his league. Those full, shapely lips in that teasing half-smile. Eyes that promised making secrets if you got her alone. The movement of her hair cascading over her shoulders as she walked. No makeup – he could tell because the small mole under the left side of her lower lip was visible. So fucking pretty that he wanted to throw up. Soft little cat-ear headband giving her a demure look even though there was nothing demure about that sleek, sexy body tucked into a simple black bikini. Clean lines, nothing fancy, but a million bucks because it was on her, perky ass and long legs ending in strappy heels.

She bent over and Jungkook had to stare at her face to avoid thinking about ramming his hips into that plush booty.

Secondly, she was older than him, which was not a problem except it was a problem because Jungkook was trying not to be that guy, you know, the kind of guy that went after older women because they most likely knew how to suck dick better or was that just his brain trying to justify watching her tongue dance across her lips as she leaned in and poured a drink into some girl’s mouth. The girl looked like she was about to orgasm.

Same, miss, same.

Thirdly, women like that had a reputation for only appearing when they wanted someone to prey on and Jungkook didn’t want to be that guy, you know, the one that was eagerly waiting to be preyed on every day of the week, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, I mean what, no, but, well, he had to admit that there was something sexy about letting it happen even if it was clearly a bad decision.

Fourthly.

She looked up and made eye contact with him.

Shit!

Jungkook threw himself behind Taehyung and stumbled right into Seokjin’s midsection.

Jimin gasped.

Yoongi scooted out of the way and finished his popsicle.

He wouldn’t. No, of course, no. It was a terrible choice. And what was he gonna do? Those legs around his waist and that insane confidence all up on him – no, Jungkook didn’t believe that he could survive. And the whole situation was even worse because one time he accidentally overheard some noises and saw something at the back of another party, at the gazebo in the lavish garden. Surrounded by trees and dark wood, there it was, Kim Namjoon’s dick down her throat and her tongue flashing against his crotch, her hands clutching tan shorts that were still-half-on.

Nope, Jungkook would die if she came within ten meters of him.

He didn’t want to be that guy.

God, she was so fucking hot that Jungkook wanted to die.

He grabbed Seokjin and dragged him around the large table of drinks and coolers, grabbing a cold glass of pink ice and pouring two shots of vodka down his throat, chasing it with the frozen slush.

Okay, it wasn’t two shots of vodka.

The soju bottle was half-empty in his hand.

A bad decision.

Jungkook choked at the ice-cold sensation and Seokjin, instead of helping him, snatched the glass from him and chased down whatever god-awful burning fire he also ingested, leaving them both collapsing and dying under the table. Taehyung rushed over as Jimin scooped up an ice tea-looking drink that definitely didn’t only have ice tea in it.

“Guys, are you okay? Drink this!”

“What happened, Jungkook suddenly malfunctioned…!”

He didn’t have time to explain through his blurred vision and inability to feel his throat that was both hot and cold at once, thoughts swimming, those legs popping into his head again, the soft curve of that v-line, hips that begged for hands, tiny waist trapped between his arms, okay, fine, Jungkook had sex dreams about her, but who could blame him, he accidentally watched her give a blowjob! At a public party! Not in public, but… basically! And she had that beautiful face, he hated how she could look sexy and cute at the same time, and he didn’t see her often enough even though he went to these parties with Taehyung and Jimin in attempt to see her again, just to see her body line and her smile, not to touch, of course not, he couldn’t.

She was there only rarely, but.

He wanted to make out with that mouth so bad.

Feel those kisses on his skin and squirm in a dark corner, trying to hide from everyone but also not, at this point he didn’t have shame anymore, he was clutching Seokjin like a life raft on the patio under a table and drunk on his thoughts, in another dimension where this sexy noona in a black bikini and cat ears was crawling over him, her fist on his chest mimicking a kitty cat as she leaned in and pressed that underlip mole against his skin, lips and tongue connecting with his.

He had never even spoken one word to her.

Wait.

No, one time he said, hi.

That was a strong enough foundation to at least hold hands, right?

Jungkook felt a hand on his right leg.

“Hey, you alright? Should I call paramedics?”

Everyone froze.

Jungkook felt his eyelids stretch into huge, geometrically correct circles around his large eyeballs.

She was kneeling under the table, staring at Seokjin and him.

Holy fuck, I can see her nipples.

Her hair framed her face perfectly, wispy tips around her cheeks and over half her forehead. Inquisitive eyes with a piercing shape, the kind you would always remember. Soft pillowy lips slightly parted with that small mole slightly to the left of that full lower lip. The cups of the bikini molded perfectly to her breasts, but this angle showed off the peak of each mound, sticking out very obviously because she was on her knees on the wooden deck, under the plastic table, tilting her head as her left hand rested on his right calf.

The cat ears gave her gestures a feline playfulness.

She crawled over a little more and Jungkook nearly threw up, the alcohol suddenly hitting him like a truck. Or she was so damn beautiful that his body was physically rejecting the liquid poison so he could maintain an erection.

One of those.

“I’m gonna be sick,” he wheezed.

He threw Seokjin aside and his hyung yelled as he was caught by Taehyung, but Jungkook was too busy scrambling to his feet, losing his sandals in the process, a blur of topical yellow shirt, black t-shirt and blue shorts, throwing himself into the open patio door and hastily stumbling into the nearest bathroom to retch.

Nice.

-

Kim Seokjin never made bad decisions.

Nope.

He only made good decisions, like pretending to play dead as the sexy woman crawled over him and placed her hand on his forehead, asking Taehyung if he was okay. He let Taehyung sputter as he cracked open his eyes to peek at those boobs and those supple legs between his legs. Could feel her soft skin against his and the pads of her fingers stroking his brow. He heard them suggest going inside to lay down for a bit. Saw Jimin helping her up, so Seokjin did what any person attracted to nice ass would do.

Stare at it.

Her back was turned. She wouldn’t know.

“I’ve been here before. For a vacation last year. The bedrooms are this way.”

The air conditioning felt nice actually.

-

Jungkook lost them.

How could he lose three men, especially with one with massive shoulders, one of the sexiest men alive and… well, Jungkook often lost Jimin but that was because he didn’t have a reason to look down that often. Kidding! Anyway… after gargling an obscene amount of sink water and reconfiguring his swirly vision, Jungkook emerged from the bathroom, expecting to see three concerned faces looking for him, but there was nothing but bouncy club music and summer outfits on bodies that weren’t the ones he came with.

He didn’t even see the straw hat hyung.

He came because Jung Hoseok had asked him to come and celebrate summer, renting out a huge vacation mansion to do so. He had no problem coming over to help set up, but he told his hyung that he was going home right after, he wasn’t the party type, not really, oh, well, maybe stay for an hour, ah, okay, two, holy shit, cat ears and a bikini and Jungkook was doomed.

Damn you Miss Kitty.

In his defense, Jungkook had never seen her in a bikini before!

And it was glorious.

His dick was wet thinking about it.

Jungkook jerked and went back into the bathroom.

Reemerged after cleaning that up. Anyway. No. Jungkook was not gonna be that guy. Hooking up at a party? No, that wasn’t him. He was the kind of guy to dance in a corner and stay in that corner with his friends. His friends would wander off to take photos and make small talk, but that wasn’t him. And he certainly couldn’t chat up someone he was interested in, especially someone so damn beautiful that it made him sick.

Oh!

Jungkook found his sandals. Someone must have collected them and put them by the patio door. He was about to put them on and check outside, but them he spotted something in the mess of shoes. Dainty, strappy black heels in the rays of golden hour barely starting.

He whipped his head around and went back into the house.

Friends? What are those? They would find him eventually. He scanned the party, looking past the glowing faces, peering at the tops of heads for fuzzy black cat ears. He was just looking. He wasn’t going to do anything. He was just checking out what she was–

Perky faux animal ears bobbing past his vision, coming from the kitchen.

Jungkook’s brain told him, this is a bad idea.

Jungkook’s dick told him, looking at those nipples poking out of that bikini one more time couldn’t hurt.

Jungkook’s legs were already walking very fast.

In hindsight, he knew why he was hesitating. He was a simple guy. He liked what he liked and, when it was a person, he didn’t want to let go, especially when that person was cool, capable, and stunningly attractive, someone who did whatever she wanted but never at the expense of others, someone who tiptoed the line of what was proper, breaking those rules so casually that he fell deeper and deeper for that teasing half-smile, but they hadn’t even had a real conversation yet and what if he was in delulu land all this time?

But Jungkook couldn’t just let her walk away.

If it was a bad decision, then…

Fuck it.

He saw her enter a room, leaving the door partly open.

“I brought a cold cloth and some water.”

Jungkook slowly peered over the doorframe.

Seokjin was half-propped up on a bed with an obscene number of pillows as Jimin and Taehyung crowded around him, lifting his hair as she placed a damp washcloth on that handsome forehead, handing him the glass of water.

“Should I bring some hangover cure too?”

“Ah, aren’t you cold, noona?” Taehyung asked worriedly, placing a light hand on her shoulder. “We should find a jacket or something…”

“It’s so nice,” Seokjin suddenly said very loudly. “When you’re all sitting next to me.”

The eldest shot a murderous look at Jimin and Taehyung, wordlessly telling them both to not have her move from his vision again. She seemed not to notice, patting Seokjin on the head with her thigh against his, scooting closer to the pillows.

“Don’t worry, we’ll accompany you until you feel better.”

Miss Kitty – not her name but what Jungkook was calling her in his head now – leaned over to the pillows and placed her forearms on them, turning to Jimin to ask how he knew Jung Hoseok, but Jungkook had no idea what she said because he was staring at her ass nestled in the bedcovers and that gorgeous back half-covered by her hair. She was having an entire conversation with the three of them as Seokjin sipped on his water and acted as if he was slowly but surely recovering from some mild distress, and yet Jungkook was hearing none of it, tuning out their joyful laughter as he gawked by the door. She turned to speak to Taehyung.

Jungkook stared at her stunning profile, dying slowly but surely on the inside.

She leaned over to Seokjin and kissed him on the cheek, turning him instantly red.

“Feeling better?”

Jungkook nearly broke the doorframe as he threw himself inside the bedroom.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you guys!”

That sounded way more aggressive than he meant it to sound, but Jungkook didn’t care about those sudden fear in three collective pairs of eyes because her head turned in slow motion, cat ears and all, looking over her shoulder, and then those inquisitive eyes were on him, just him, Jeon Jungkook.

“Oh! I know you. Ah… what was it again…?” She scrunched up her face a little in adorable thought. “Aah, Jeon Jungkook! Yes, Namjoon told me a lot about you.”

Everything but her saying his name went over his head.

“W-W-What…?”

She turned slightly, her chest against Seokjin’s arm and his hyung turned even redder, abruptly freezing in place and not moving. Her arm shifted and she borrowed that broad shoulder, smiling at him and Jungkook felt his mind turn into a puddle of mush, forgetting all Korean as she said, “He said you’re good at everything. Especially sports. The complete opposite of me, heh.”

“I’m not good at sports,” Seokjin blurted.

“Me neither,” Jimin suddenly added.

Taehyung was not one to be ignored. “I could teach you golf. It’s easy.”

“Is it?”

And she looked away from Jungkook.

That does it.

There was a certain bro code. Don’t make moves unless alone. Simple common courtesy. Group settings should be chill, not a competition. But all was fair in love and war and this was war, so Jungkook slid out of his yellow short-sleeved button-up and walked forward, placing his knee on the bed and draping it over her shoulders in the middle of their conversation.

She turned immediately, her hair bubbling in the collar, kissable lips parted in surprise.

“You’ll get a cold,” Jungkook said quietly. “That wouldn’t be good, noona.”

There was a second too long, a pause that seemed to linger.

“… Thanks, Jungkook.”

She patted the spot on the other side of her.

“Come a little closer.”

-

“You can’t be serious.”

Somehow it was already dark. The party was winding down. Everyone was finding corners to sit in. An old-school, feel-good movie played on the massive television screen in the living room that people occasionally glanced at. Seokjin got hungry and left with Taehyung to order something to be delivered. Jimin got whisked away when someone recognized him from the door. Must have been someone that he hadn’t seen in a while because he was glued by the door now, leaving Jungkook sitting with his noona wearing cat ears and his shirt over her bathing suit.

“Over a perilla leaf? Isn’t that a little too extreme?”

She was laughing at him. Jungkook puffed his cheeks.

“You don’t understand!”

“No, I don’t. It’s just a leaf,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “You think too much about a simple gesture. What, you let me borrow your shirt and I should expect us to kiss?” She grinned, anticipating him to answer with something silly.

Jungkook opened his mouth but nothing came out.

The reality of their moment alone suddenly hit him.

The corners of her lips faltered, noticing his hesitation. He swallowed quickly and shifted his eyes, begging Jimin to come back and break this sudden tension, but Jimin was too absorbed in his friend reenacting a funny story and now this was getting too weird, he had waited too long to say anything and so he willed his head to turn and at least look in her direction but he couldn’t for some reason, his neck and ears turning hot as he sputtered then almost full-on threw himself onto the floor when her hand touched his thigh.

“Jungkook?”

He jerked robotically and laughed awkwardly, the noise immediately dying when his eyes made contact with hers.

She tilted her head, cat ears and all.

Don’t do that, Miss Kitty!

Her hand shot back like he was made of hot coal.

“Sorry. Sorry, I was… well, you acted a little weird there.”

Wait, don’t do that either.

Jungkook cleared his throat, swallowing his nervousness. “No, I…”

He suddenly noticed the placement of her hands on her lap, her fingertips rubbing the hem of the shirt against her thigh. She hummed along the bass of the song playing outside, looking away from him, and suddenly he felt bad. His odd behavior probably made her uncomfortable.

“Hey, uh, noona?”

She turned her head and gave him an attentive look, so pretty he nearly became tongue-tied again.

“What’s with the cat ears?”

She ticked her chin and gaze upwards as if she was glancing at them even though they were on the top of her head. “Oh, these? I just felt like wearing them.” She grinned, creating little bread-like puffs of her cheeks. “I felt like I should have a little fun so why not look the part too?” She raised her hand and lightly bonked the side of her head, letting out a half-sigh, half-laugh. “I’m always fighting between, am I too much or should I let myself go wild? ‘Cause I want to do things but people might misunderstand me.”

Her fist curled a little and her expression became one of cat-like mischief, his shirt falling open a little and exposing part of that tiny bikini top.

“Nyang.”

Jungkook was going to faint from her cuteness.

And losing blood in his head because it was rapidly shooting down to the lower half of his body.

She laughed, dropping her hand and waving it around. “Just ignore that, hahaha! I do whatever comes to mind that feels like it might be fun, heh.”

“No,” Jungkook heard himself saying. “That was cute. Do it again.”

Holy shit. He was smiling like a dumb idiot. Where did this confidence come from? He must be drunk. Never mind that he emptied the contents of his stomach earlier. Never mind he definitely spent the past three hours talking and drinking nothing but water. He must be drunk. Fuck, why was she so cute and sexy? With those expressive eyes and that smooth skin with the little dot of a mole underneath her lower lip on the left side, a half-smile as she raised both hands to mimic little two paws and went…

“Nyang.”

Her knuckles brushed against his collarbone lightly, smile turning into a playful smirk.

“Nyang!”

Jungkook died.

Not literally.

But, well, Jimin was still right there, people he didn’t know were right there, Seokjin and Taehyung could come back any second, and if he wasn’t in heaven, he was at least in a fever dream and somehow previous knowledge of late-night dramas popped into his head, generally not advice he would ever take in real life, but, all of a sudden, he was compelled to reach up and grab her hand, covering her make-believe cat-paw with his larger hand, tattooed fingers over her knuckles.

She froze, eyes widening.

“Hey, noona.”

Her eyes darted from his hand to his face.

This was a bad decision.

Jungkook let himself smile because he didn’t care.

“I wish you would kiss me, but that’s crazy, huh?”

What the hell am I saying? Abort! Take it back right now – wait, why was she getting close–

She leaned over and her lips touched his.

Now Jungkook was sure he died. Maybe literally. Ceased to function at least. It was only a simple press of lips to lips and then she drew back a little, tilting her head a little and smiling. He was dead. This must be heaven.

“Just one? Or more?”

He was speaking but it was more like barely intelligible mumbles. “B-But… I… You… me…”

She tapped his own hand against his chest, mischievous sparkle in those eyes.

“I mean, if you think helping someone peel a perilla leaf is going to lead to holding hands, to kissing, to straight up marriage, what does borrowing your shirt lead to?” she purred against his lips. “It smells just like you, like you’re right against my skin, giving me a hug from behind.”

His brain immediately went to delulu land. A back-hug? In her bikini? With his nose nuzzling in between her fake cat ears? And everyone knowing they were together?

He would just have to convince her to be his.

Jungkook closed the distance between them and she smiled against his colliding kiss.

In hindsight, this was a bad decision. Now Jungkook was going to have to lie and tell his children that he asked his mom out on cute dates instead of the truth of becoming obsessed with her little by little, oh, and accidentally seeing her suck his hyung’s dick, and, ah, now making out with her on a bed that wasn’t his while she was in a bikini and cat ears wearing his shirt, her thighs squeezing his waist as he gasped into her mouth.

“What are you guys doing?”

Jungkook yelped and clutched her waist, shoving his face into her clavicle as she laughed and turned her head to the bored voice beside the bed. A peek over her shoulder and there was a straw hat and a pale hand holding a slice of pizza.

“Seokjin-hyung and some guys bought pizza,” Min Yoongi announced, chewing slowly as he stood there beside the bed, pointedly not explaining how or why he suddenly got there. “You should eat it while it’s still hot, Jungkook.”

“What about me?” said the laughing voice above Jungkook’s head. “I want pizza.”

“Apparently you’re eating men,” Yoongi countered. “I’m not worried about you being full. Jungkook will fill you up as soon as you let him.”

A full minute of dead silence that was filled with outside laughing and loud music. Yoongi casually munched on his pizza as Jungkook grabbed her hand and mumbled something about getting food, he couldn’t stay here any longer, he was going to expire of embarrassment, practically fusing with the wall to get away from that judging look. He didn’t regret it but it was still mortifying, all this a bad decision but bad as in bad meaning good, and he froze up as her fingers turned and intertwined with his, her body leaning against him, lips pressing to his cheek.

“Don’t worry. We’re accomplices now, you and me.”

Jungkook turned his head, staring into her eyes.

Miss Kitty and me.

The straw hat popped into his peripheral vision.

“I’m still here.”

Jungkook sputtered and ran, her laugh right by his side.

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