“Fy faen, I’m gonna miss you.” Isak said between smooches to Even’s face. They were laying in their bed, snuggled close and limbs tangled.
So, tomorrow is the first day back to school after the summer break. This marked the end of the last few weeks that both of them spent mostly together, apart from the occasional meeting of friends alone or work shift. They got used to having each other around almost the whole day.
“You’re having a free period at noon, right?” Even asked and nuzzled their noses together. Isak nodded (mostly to bump their noses further).
“Yeah, Jonas and I wanted to go to KB for that and visit you.” Even’s face brightened.
“Yeah?” Three hard pecks to Isak’s lips.
“Hmhmm.” Isak carded his hand through Even’s hair and then locked his arms around his neck and threw a leg over Even’s hip.
“I’m gonna miss you, too, baby monkey.” Even pulled him impossibly closer as Isak playfully bit at his jaw. “But, I can’t wait to meet my hot third-year boyfriend for lunch tomorrow.”
“Hmm, if that gets you going, just wait until I get the red overall thing at the end of the year.” Isak’s grin was paired with a flirty eyebrow raise and Even mock-gasped before closing the remaining (none at all) distance between them.
(Since Vilde infected Mags with the russ enthusiasm, there was the lose plan to form a russ together. Even if they just wanted to get a rental that matched the Los Losers van and not spend any real money for it, because effort).
They made out some more after that. Because they are sappy and gonna miss the shit out of each other. Even though they will see each other in the morning. And at lunch. And right after school. But they have to get used to it again, ok?
Let them be a bit clingy for the week.
Let Isak wrap legs and arms around Even.
Let Even say “my baby monkey” four times as often as usual.
Let them pout and tell each other “I love you” in a dramatic voice as if this was the end.
Let Even make Isak his favourite breakfast (pancakes, go home with your waffles, Mahdi).
Let them walk hand in hand together to Isak’s tram stop.
And let them part with a kiss that makes it look like one of them is going off to war.
(And when I say “let them”, I’m speaking directly to Jonas, who is rolling his eyes at this so often he almost gets a head ache)
PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader
summary:nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too.
[THIS IS AN AU!]
warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence
a/n:quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader
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to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some
statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his
eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins
your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears
glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time
to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight
smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it,
“There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can
do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of
consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.
Warning(s): Sexting, Masturbation, other smutty stuff
Based off the drabble game request: “God, you smell so good”
A/N: I hope this keeps you guys entertained while I work on La douleur exquise! Please be patient with me on that since school is starting tomorrow for me ufgisbdks. Also thank you @jiminniemouse for proofreading this and not judging me on my pervy mind. Enjoy!
A summer of soft ice cream, milkshakes in the afternoon, sticking tongues out at boys, riding on bicycle handles, running in fields wet with dew, bruised knees and splitting tangerines. Spanish poetry in June and dreaming of italia.