#‘oh but that would be cheesy/unrealistic’

[youregonnabeokay-kid]

what if 911 gave us a helicopter crash as a treat 🥰😇

#let them allllll get hurt #GIVE ME THE PAIN #‘oh but that would be cheesy/unrealistic’ #SO? #i still want it #911 abc #911 on abc #911 spoilers #drown the fuck out of my firefam pls

[ktgoodmorning]

Close your eyes

Alexia Putellas x reader

Inspired by the song "Close Your Eyes And Count To Ten" by GroupLove

You and Alexia take a moment to yourselves on your wedding night, soaking in your time together.

Mind-numbingly fluffy. A little obsessed with how soft and sweet this is. Genuinely one of my favorite songs, go give it a listen.

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“Yeah we lay down in the sand, you took my clothes off with your hands,  I gotta say you look real pretty,  all the way from New York City”

“Hey,” Alexia leaned into your side, whispering in your ear. “Do you want to get out of here for a second? Just the two of us?” 

You looked over at your wife with a shy smile on your face. Your wife. Oh how long you’d been waiting to call her that- your wife. You gave her a quick nod, excited to finally have a minute alone with her. You had both been so busy today, so caught up in making sure everything went smoothly. It was turning out to be the wedding of your dreams, both of your dreams, but neither of you really cared. You would’ve been happy getting married alone in a courthouse if it meant you’d finally get to call Alexia your wife.  

She beamed at your response and took your hand, leading you outside, away from all your wedding guests. You were desperate for a few minutes alone, not for anything promiscuous, (not that you would mind it) but just to take in the moment with her. For a day that was supposed to be all about celebrating each other, you had gotten a shockingly small amount of time together. 

Alexia quickened her pace once you made it outside. You giggled at her and how excited she was to get you away from the guests while she pulled you along. 

“Ale, slow down, where are we going?” you were still laughing, doing your best to keep up but struggling in your wedding heels. She finally slowed to a stop and turned to face you, lacing both of your hands together. 

You weren’t sure if you had ever seen her smiling so big. Not even after winning the world cup had she looked as genuinely elated as she did right now. “I thought we could go down to the beach for a few minutes?” She pressed a kiss to your nose, looking at you hopefully. Her face was like a little kid who was begging for more sweets. 

“That sounds perfect, Ale.” you leaned up to kiss her once more before she turned and pulled you towards the beach once again. The two of you were running hand in hand and giggling endlessly as you made your way towards the sand. It was like a scene from a rom com that everyone said was too cheesy or too unrealistic. But not for you and Alexia. 

As soon as you reached sand, Alexia slowed to a stop once again so both of you could take off your shoes. Neither of you were about to attempt running around in your heels in the sand. With the sand between your toes, Alexia’s hand returned to yours, leading you at a much more leisurely pace. 

In the time you’d been together, the two of you spent a significant amount of time at the beach, somehow always managing to end up there after a long day. You’d had many dates there and of course it was wear she proposed. It only seemed fitting that you’d end up there on your wedding day too. 

You walked silently, just taking in the night, listening to the waves crashing against the shore. The moon and the distant buildings were the only source of light as you stared up at your new wife, admiring her features as you walked. This wasn’t unusual for you but it was different today.

Alexia was wearing the most perfect white jumpsuit with a matching jacket. The white stood out against her sun-kissed skin and the curls in her hair perfectly framed her face. As soon as she noticed you staring, she pulled you to a stop, leaning down to kiss you. It was one of the softest kisses you had ever shared with her, filled with devotion to each other. One of her hands still held yours softly and the other came up to caress your face as you spoke.

“Alexia Putellas, I love you so much.” 

“Mmm, and I love you, mi amor. More than you know,” she kissed you again, before pulling you slightly to join her in the sand. “Come, come sit.” 

It’s not like you needed convincing. You’d do just about anything for her at this point, trusting her more than you trust yourself. It didn’t matter if the sand made your dress dirty or stained her jacket. All that mattered was you sitting in your wife’s arms, taking in this time together. 

You sat facing each other, foreheads pressed together, one of her arms around your shoulders to keep you close. The two of you rotated between kissing each other and just admiring the beauty you shared- the beauty of your relationship. The more Alexia kissed you, the more you drifted away from the real world. Everything disappeared with her. 

You linked your hands behind her neck, pulling your wife into you, closer than seemed possible. It was almost difficult for you to keep kissing, being interrupted by both of your constant smiles and giggles. 

“Ale, you’re so pretty, you know that?” 

She hummed in response before peppering more kisses over your face, loving the way you giggled at her. “I think you’ve mentioned it before, amor.” 

You slid your hands down from her neck to her shoulders, pushing her jacket off of her so you could lay a line of kisses down her shoulder. Instead of continuing your kisses, you just laid your head on her bare shoulder, taking in the warmth of her skin. 

You let out a content sigh, “today is so perfect, Ale.” 

Her only response was a kiss to the top of your head, something she knew always brought you comfort. 

“And the sunlight in your eyes,  pins and needles no surprise,  and the moon shines in your hair,  can you believe it, we're really here.”

“Can you believe that it’s actually our wedding day, amor?” You looked up at her with curiosity, confused by what she meant. “Like it’s actually our wedding day. The day we’ve been planning for so long and will tell our kids about and will hang pictures of in our house. I just love it, it’s perfect. We’re perfect.” She kissed you again, communicating all of her emotions through just that one kiss. 

“You’re the cutest, Ale.” 

“You’re the only one allowed to say that.” You both laughed lightly at the statement, knowing how true it was.  

The light from the moon shining off the water made it clear that tears had pooled in her eyes. “Estas Bien?” You spoke softly, running your thumb under her eyes to catch any tears before they had the chance to fall.

“Más que bien. Estoy perfecto. No sabía que era posible ser tan feliz.” Her words were watery, overflowing with emotion. Alexia didn’t often allow herself to feel this deeply so you knew how sincere she was.

If you were being honest, you were barely holding it together yourself. Nobody made you feel as comfortable as the woman sitting in front of you now. You were so unapologetically yourself with her and she had truly changed your life for the better. 

She had pulled you in tightly against her, holding you tighter than ever before. Her strong hold on you communicated the deep level of appreciation she held for you. And there you sat. On the beach, on your wedding night, in each other's arms, encapsulated by the love you shared. 

“And it’s all handled, you close your eyes and count to ten”

You would stay like this forever if you could, perfectly safe from anything bad in the world, perfectly at home in your wife’s arms. But of course you knew this moment couldn’t last forever. 

A small sigh left your mouth, knowing you should go back to your guests, “Ale, we should probably head back soon.” 

She responded with a groan, knowing you were right but also not wanting this moment to end. “Let’s just take one more minute?” You gave her a look, knowing she’d likely try to draw it out longer until you forgot about the people waiting for you back at the venue. “Amor, everything’s taken care of. Just close your eyes for a second.” Her hands joined yours and once again your foreheads pressed together as her words turned to a whisper and you followed her directions. “Just breathe. Just take a minute to take this in before we have to go back there.” She gave your hands a squeeze as you both just sat, basking in the moment. You wished you could cement this memory in your brain forever and never let go of it. 

After a few moments and some shared deep breaths, you slowly separated from each other. Alexia leaned in for one more passionate kiss before standing up and offering you her hand to join her. “Now,” she kissed your knuckles, “we’ve got a room full of every single one of our favorite people all waiting for us. Let’s go celebrate with them.” 

“Talking about… talking. Talking about how you wanna live, we’ll call it metamorphosis”

The two of you returned to walking down the beach, back towards your wedding reception. You could hardly believe it. How lucky you were to be here with the love of your life, about to be surrounded by both of your loved ones. As you walked, one hand held your shoes and the other held your wife, swinging gleefully between you. You both giggled and talked, mostly nonsense hypotheticals about your futures. 

“So, Ale, would you rather have a kid that sucks at football, or never get to have a dog?” 

“Amorrrrrrr, why would you make me pick that? How would that even be a scenario?” You responded with more laughter, entertained by how she whined at you over the nonsensical question. The further you walked, the more ridiculous your questions became, eventually just turning into nonsense laughter between you. 

When you arrived back in front of your wedding venue, you both came to a stop. “Amor, let me help you put your shoes back on before we go in.” Alexia knelt down in front of you, gently closing the buckle that went around your ankles. You shivered slightly as she pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle bone before standing up to join you.

“I love you so much, Ale. So so much.”

“Mmm te amo mucho, mi amor.” She kissed you hard. “Now let’s go celebrate, yeah?” You smiled up at your wife as you pulled her behind you, returning to the wedding reception of your dreams. 

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All feedback and requests are super encouraged and welcome!! Hope you enjoyed this one!

#barca femeni #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #fcb femini #woso one shot #woso #woso x reader #espwnt #espwnt x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia x reader #woso fanfics #wosoreading24/7 #wosoreadingalexia

[somnambulic-thing]

This fic is part II of my come as you are universe but can be read as a standalone.

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bendy Eddie Munson x gn!Reader with vagina&boobs, we're early 20s, E 18+ smut smut smut

Words: 3.3k

|new relationship/former best friends, fluff, pining, smut, fingering, piv, Eddie gives himself head for you, cuddling, intimacy af, silly and a little cheesy|

A/N: I kinda fell in love with those two and have two more parts partly written already. Some fics are very fun to do research for, this is one of those. If you feel like any acts in this fic are unrealistic: I don't care.

Big thanks to my cheerleaders @bettyfrommars and R<3 for the help with that story.

If you want to be tagged for the next part, reblog this post and tag it with #somnatags1 and I put you on the list

Comments and reblogs are so appreciated you have no idea.

“Eddie?”

“Mhh?”

Slouched against the wall behind his bed, Eddie doesn’t look up from the guitar in his lap. He’s dressed in nothing than grey boxers and a sun-bleached shirt that misses sleeves and most of the sides. You could fit your head in there easily, breathe him in, graze your teeth lightly over his nipple, flick it with your tongue. Your skin would prickle with anticipation of the reward you would get for your teasing. When you were lucky he would let out one of those deep, shaky hums. Your forehead pressed against his sternum you would feel the fine vibration through his skin—

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he mumbles, busy fingers turning the keys to loosen the strings he’s about to exchange for new ones, always two at a time. He could do this in his sleep, so you assume the lack of response means he’s mulling over the setlist for tomorrow night again. You never knew when the right guy with the right connections would be in the crowd after all.

You’re soaked through your underwear.

Seeing Eddie like this, completely immersed in his element and lost to the world, was already an infallible way to make you lose your mind. But you have been mulling something over as well as you watched him the past twenty minutes and the thought had you softly grinding against the cushion of the armchair. Wouldn’t be a surprise if you left a damp spot behind.

“Did you ever try to blow yourself?”

The unplugged guitar cries a discordant noise as his fingers twitch and slip. His head shoots up, eyes wide and dark, voice a high rasp. Like something itchy got stuck in his throat.

“W-what?”

The thought wasn’t new. In fact, it hadn’t been a full week after Eddie and you had finally and officially deepened your years-long relationship from friends to lovers when the thought came to you for the first time. In the days prior, there had been many thoughts, many fantasies. Some whispered against sweaty skin in gentle request, others moaned in urgent demand. Every free minute spent exploring each other’s bodies in new and thrilling ways, tangled together in one sticky writhing mess.

It had just been a blip - the thought - just a flicker in your mind.

Eddie had told you about his day. Standing in the middle of his room, bend over, hugging the back of his tights and his chest pressed almost flush against them. It was casual. No strain. Just Eddie being Eddie.

And suddenly… oh… oh!

He had unbent himself, cheeks a pretty pink from dangling upside down and pulled his shirt over his head. “Oh, and I missed you the whole fucking time,” he said softly, grinning at you out of a cloud of messy hair. The thought was gone forgotten obliterated when he climbed into the bed with you and straddled your hips.

But a seed had been planted and the soil was more than fertile.

The man couldn’t keep still; was always climbing things, spending ages comfortably squatting in one place, or bent like a pretzel wherever he settled down for more than five minutes. With each display of his ridiculous flexibility, the thought took root. Fuck by fuck, restraint and inhibition dissolved, giving way to trust and desire, nurturing that young, delicate sprout.

What it had grown into over the past months had finally borne fruit; plump and juicy and ready for harvest. The curiosity was killing you. You had to pluck it right now.

“Did you ever try to suck your cock?”

“Jesus,” he huffs and runs both hands through his hair, wavy strands wildly sticking out from between his fingers as he holds on to his roots. His pointy elbows press together in front of his face, obstructing the view you had daydreamed about so many times.

Eddie Munson has a busted-face you can usually spot from five miles away. You’re almost sure that’s what he’s trying to hide from you. There’s a sudden abundance of saliva in your mouth and you swallow hard to keep from drowning.

“You have, haven’t you?”

“Uhm, I—“ he stretches the vowel like a rubber band. “You know…”

“Ed, it’s me.”

He shifts one arm to the side and peeks out at you. “Yes,” he says on a massive exhale as if confessing a sin that had weighed on him for centuries. “Yeah, I’ve tried.”

“And?”

“A-and?”

You lean forward on the chair. The motion spreads the wetness in your underwear. “Can you do it?”

“Jesus…”

“Hey,” you say softly, “are you ashamed?”

It wouldn’t be the first time, not for either of you. Sometimes intimacy was just scary with the possibility of rejection or worse, ridicule, while all the sensitive bits lay bare and on display. But it’s the first time you had seen him at such a loss for words.

“I’m not… ashamed,“ he finally drops his hands to the mattress with a stereo thump. His face is flushed a bright red that’s spreading down his neck; he looks like he’s catching fire from the inside.

“Because there’s no reason for that. You know that, right?”

“Right.”

“I’m just curious.”

“Mhhh,” he hums and his gaze drifts away from your face to the ceiling above your head.

“Babe, do you want me to drop it?”

“Nope.” The corners of his mouth twitch and while it’s not a full smile, there’s a hint of dimples. He looks a little dazed and his voice sounds suitably viscous. “Don’t want you to drop it.”

He takes the guitar in his lap by the neck and bends over the side of the bed to lean it against the nightstand. When he shifts back, he wiggles his hips and slides a little further down the wall. “Definitely don’t want you to drop it,” he says and grabs his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers, hips twitching up at the touch.

It’s a sight you’ll never get used to; Eddie being flustered and hard for you. The squeeze of your thighs is ridiculously insufficient against the throbbing in your cunt. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

It’s your turn to be speechless.

Eddie grins, the tip of his tongue poking out between curled lips. He’s stroking himself lazily. “You can’t just say shit like that without a warning. I swear you cut off the blood flow to my brain for a few seconds.”

“Was just a question. I had to start somewhere.”

He laughs, deep and sultry. “Just a question— Sweetheart, you know how my imagination runs away with me.”

“Where did it go?”

“Uhm, shit.” He swallows and the hand on his cock stops moving. You see the muscles in his belly tense. “Making myself come on my face for you… and in my mouth.”

You slide your hand between your thighs with sudden urgency, moaning as your fingers press against your clit.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans too. “You like that?”

“Oh god, yes!”

“Come here,” he says and holds both arms out for you.

You move so fast you almost stumble. Eddie pulls you into his lap as soon as his hands can reach you, greedy and excited, just like his tongue when it slips past your lips. Grinding your crotch against his hard length, you suck the moan from his mouth. You swear you can taste it, sweet and juicy and dripping from your chin.

“So, you can do it?” you ask and pull his head back by his hair to access his neck, leaving him his mouth to talk for now. He groans and digs his fingers into your hips as you softly run your teeth over his skin in search of a spot to sink them into.

“Yeah, like, a little. Not all the way, fuck… Not… not even like half the way but— fuck, baby.”  Eddie’s nails dig into your back when you bite him and his thighs tremble beneath you. “Shiiit the way this is turning you on, don’t want you to be disappointed.”

You sit up, confused. “Why would I be disappointed?”

“It’s been a while and I have no idea if I still can do it.”

“Eddie, listen,” you cradle his face in your hands and smooth your thumbs over his cheekbones. It does the trick to ease the tension from his worried brows but there’s still some flickering in those big brown eyes.

“M’ listening.”

“I won’t be disappointed.”

You realize how hard he’s holding on to you when his vice grip on your left hip vanishes. His hand slides between your thighs, fingers trembling ever so slightly and you can’t but grind down when he presses two firmly against your cunt.

His eyes roll up before they find you again under heavy lids. “You say that now, but you’re soaking my dick through several layers of fabric here, sweetheart—“

You shut him up with a kiss, smiling against his lips as the initial noise of protest turns into an avid sigh. You sneak your fingers into his hair to scratch his scalp with practised finesse and Eddie goes boneless. He’s holding onto the back of your shirt with both fists and just melts into you.

“Better?” you ask drawing back to see his face. His expression is soft, cheeks flushed and he bites his lower lip and nods. “Good. M’ just going to suck you off myself when you can’t do it, no big deal.”

“Hey!”  he complains. “That’s not what you called him the last time. Or the time before that. Or— hnng ahh.“

You reached down into his boxers to grab him, sliding your thumb back and forth over the tip. “Silly man.”

“Uh-hnn, but it always pays off.” He closes his eyes, enjoying your lazy strokes for a while before he looks at you again. “So, uh… you want me to try it?”

“You wanna try it now?”

“I’m getting kinda desperate here.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself in a horny hurry. You have a show tomorrow.”

He laughs and places a kiss on your cheek. “I’m not going to force it,” he says and breaks out into a wicked grin. “I heard I’m getting my dick sucked either way.”

You look at each other for a moment, both grinning and giddy. “Alright,” you say and then you both scramble to take your clothes off.

It’s a quick and silly affair with garments flying through the room left and right, with giggles and stolen kisses. Eddie’s hand slips between your legs. Swift fingers part your lips and rub soft circles around your clit. You slump against his shoulder and he laughs darkly.

“Knew I’m not the only one who’s desperate here,” he says and sinks two fingers into you. “You’re going to drown us. Jesus. Let me take care of you first. M’ dying to taste you.”

“Oh!”

Eddie pulls up his brows. “Oh?”

You put your palms on his chest—

“What are you doing?”

— and push him down on his back. “M’ taking a seat,” you say, straddling his hips, hovering.

“O-okay.”

“You said you want to taste me—“ Reaching down, you line up his cock.

“Yeah, but why— what— fuuuck,” he groans as you sink down on him slowly. You shiver and moan with every inch that stretches you gloriously, not taking your eyes off Eddie’s ecstatic face.

 “Fuck! So good…” He grits out when you’re fully seated. “I’m so confused.”

Wiggling your hips, you lean down to rub your nose against Eddie’s. “I’m making sure you can taste me—“

“Jesus Christ!”

“Got it?”

Eddie wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against him. You can feel his stomach tense and his cock twitch inside you. His voice is whiny and when he speaks it sounds like one long word. “Don’t you move or it’s fucking over in two seconds Jesus you’re killing me you are going to be my demise holy fuck.”

“Take a breath, babe.” You chuckle against his neck. “Hmm, you feel so goo—“

“Shut up, demon.” 

You press your lips together to keep from laughing. Eddie is holding you tight, breath deep and heavy, in an effort to calm himself down. It takes all of your willpower to not stick your tongue out to taste his neck, not to tell him how full and complete you feel with him inside of you. He twitches again and you can’t keep in a moan.

“Oh god,” he laughs, strained and raspy. “I’m not strong enough for this.”

“Shall I dismount?”

“Not yet.”

He kisses your temple, smoothes his hands over your back up and down and up again and he’s warm and now slightly sweaty and he smells like tea tree shampoo and old spice and the incense he keeps in stock just for you but secretly burns when he’s by himself as well.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair.

You lift your head and find the softest of smiles and you have to kiss it and kiss it and kiss it again.

“Love you too, Munson.”

He hums and kisses you once more. “Get off now. Before I’m going to fucking explode.”

“So,” you ask while you slowly lift off of him, “how is this going to work?”

Eddie pats the bed next to him. “Lay down.”

While you settle down next to him on your side with your head propped up on your palm, Eddie pulls his knees to his chest.

“Oh,” you say, a wave of heat rising up in your chest. “You’re getting your cute little ass into the air?”

He rolls his eyes and turns his face to the ceiling. “Gravity helps, okay?”

“I’m not complaining.”

He lifts his knees to gain momentum and swings his hip up into the air. You follow every movement with your eyes. The way his back arches and the skin of his tummy scrunches together in soft wrinkles. His hands move to his back to keep him steady and he takes a moment to find balance.

“You ok?”

“Uh-hm,” he huffs and glances over to you. “Taking it slowly.”

The excitement settles hot in your chest, and you’re breathing faster. You slide your hand down and between your legs, palming your pussy. Eddie picks up on the motion and looks away with a groan, staring at his flushed, swollen cock hanging right above his face, still glistening wet with your slick. He groans again and closes his eyes.

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it?” your sigh and press a finger against your clit.

Eddie hums and moves, lowering his hips closer to his face.

“Can I help?”

“Nope,” he pops the p and shakes his head, eyes still closed and lowers his hips again. There’s maybe a hand width left between his face and the tip of his cock. You start circling your clit slowly, moan softly as warmth builds up in your pelvis.

“Feels good?” he asks and the distance shrinks again.

“Really good. The visuals help. You should give it a try.”

He chuckles. “Am I close?”

“Eddie, open your eyes.”

He not only opens his eyes, but stares mesmerized at his erection. “Good news,” he groans and you’re stomach starts fluttering like a swarm of bats.

“Oh god,” you breathe out and speed up your fingers. “You sure?”

He lowers himself again, now so close. “You have a good view? Need to make any adjustments?”

You quickly shuffle around, rest your head lower and put your hand back between your thighs. “I’m good.”

Eddie shifts his eyes over to you and takes a deep breath before he looks back. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles and then he sticks out his tongue and gives the underside of the tip a lick.

“Eddie,” you moan, hips twitching against your fingers as he does it again. “You’re gorgeous, so gorgeous…”

“Shiiit,” he breathes out and lowers his hips a little more, reaching the rim of his tip now. And he gives it a swirl, moaning deeply.

“Feels good?” you ask, trying to mimic with your fingers on your clit what Eddie’s tongue does to his cock.

“Yeah,” he breathes out harshly. “I can fucking taste you, t’s driving me insane.”

“Can you give it a kiss for me?”

“Baby,” he whines and shuffles his shoulders, gives himself another lick and then presses his full soft lips against the swollen tip of his cock. “

“You look so good,” you moan and quickly dip a finger into your hole, before you press down firmly on your clit. “Can you make yourself come for me, Eddie?”

“Demon,” he huffs and shuffles again. His hips lift up for a moment. When he lowers them down again you gasp, electricity surging through you as he slowly sucks most of the tip into his mouth. His cheeks hollow slightly and the tip of his tongue pokes out, sliding back and forth over the sensitive skin. You sink your fingers into your clenching cunt and press your palm to your clit, moaning loudly in unison with Eddie.

“God I love your mouth so much, how it makes you feel good—“

“Close—“ he huffs and sucks the whole tip in this time. The way his lips stretch around it, how eagerly his tongue tries to reach as far as it can. You can hear in the noises he makes that he’s almost there. Your hand stills. You’re mesmerized. You don’t want to blink, don’t want to miss one second of this spectacle. Eddie is trembling with strain and lust. It’s obscene.

“Come on, Eddie. Suck that big cock with your pretty mouth for me. Come for me.”

And with a yelp, Eddie comes just like you demanded. His tip slips from his mouth as his back straightens slightly and he digs his hands in to keep steady. His release comes in hard spasms that make his cock twitch and bop and his balls pump his cum all over his face. Eyes shut tight, mouth wide open and panting and he sticks his tongue out to get a taste of himself. You shower him with praises, you’re ecstatic and a little dizzy.

His cock is still twitching when Eddie let’s go and his legs drop back to the mattress. When he tries to open his eyes, they roll up and shut again. His hand comes up and searches for you. You intertwine your fingers with his and he pulls you down.

“Kiss me,” he demands with raspy shallow breaths.

You taste the both of you on his tongue, tangy and salty and sweet and he grins against your mouth when the sensation makes you whimper.

“As good as imagined?” he asks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

“You kidding me? This was so much better. I could cry.”

And sure enough, when he opens his eyes to look at you, he finds your eyes wet with tears. A satisfied grin spreads over his face. He turns to his side and pulls you against his chest. You breathe him in, feel a hum vibrating through his chest.

“What about you?” you ask.

“Oh, I’m spectacular, sweetheart.” He looks down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Blissed out and covered in cum. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

You grunt a laugh. “Did I awaken a monster?”

“Yepp, gonna join the circus now.”

“Bendy bastard,” you chuckle and push yourself up to face him. His eyes are soft and so is his smile. He looks completely spent. You kiss him again, slide your tongue over his lower lip right to the corner and from there up his cheek.

With his eyes closed Eddie clears his throat. “Uh, are you licking my cum from my face?”

You answer with a hum and a lick of your lips when he peeks at you with one eye. You feel his cock twitch against your thigh.

He throws his head back and groans, then pushes you to your back.

“Wha—“

“Gonna have to fuck you now,” he says like you’re a bit slow and lowers himself between your legs, sinking his teeth into your thigh. “Starting with the feast I was denied earlier. Too bad you can’t reach the table.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #my writing #Eddie Munson smut #my fic

[ooshu]

falling in love with haechan wasn’t planned.

it started with a walk on that friday night after your long work shift. he was waiting for you. hell, he wasn’t even from around. but he stood there with a chinese takeout in one hand. “breathe a little!”, the enthusiastic one exclaimed. he didn’t like seeing you frown and knowing you haven’t smiled even just a bit for a day. and so you nodded. haechan swore he was head-over-heels.

as haechan kept asking from “how was your day today?”, “does your boss treat you well?” to “did you have lunch?”, the question suddenly escalated to:

“would you go out with someone like me?”

“huh?”, you might have heard differently because the silly boy beside you started to eat his food.

haechan chewed his food fast so he could repeat: “i said… would you go out with someone like me…?”

you hit his arm playfully. “ah, what are you talking about, haech?”

“i mean… hypothetically speaking. would you go out with a haechan?”

“with a haechan?” you furrowed your eyebrows. oh, what a silly man.

“yes, with a haechan. i stand out from the rest, you know?” he nudged you on the shoulders. “you’d be lucky to end up someone like me.”

“you’re so full of shit, haech.”

“willing to be cheesy and anything for you.”, he winked.

so he tossed his empty food into the nearest bin. then there was this silence, a complete total silence as you two continued walking. but it was so nice, so pleasant. it just felt so right. it felt so fitting that it scared you that you wanted to feel the warmth of his body. there’s this strong urge to bury your head in his chest. falling in love was an unfamiliar, frightening feeling. it consumes you to the bone. oh, how clueless the boy beside you was.

and loving a haechan, you cursed cupid for hitting the wrong person with his lovestruck arrow. because he is like this to everyone—so lovingly, so sweet, so reliable, to the point you’ve been confused about where to draw the line between being friends and potential lovers.

but you slowly started reaching for his hand. it looked really soft. you wanted to grab it and interlock your fingers with his and say, “yes, i would go out with someone like you, haech.” and—

suddenly you curled your fist into a ball and pulled out when a honk of a car suddenly was heard. you came back to your senses.

haechan noticed. just so you wish he didn’t.

-

“i’ll take you home.”

“no? you’ve already taken me into the bus shed, haech.”, you insisted. “you promised you wouldn’t go further.”

“but what if someone takes you?”

“haech-”

“…from me?”

fuck. you thought. here he goes again. but you shrugged it off with a laugh. but haechan loved it on you, when you wear it—your smile. and his heart would burst to know your smile was because of him.

the bus arrived and he let you get on first. but you knew haechan liked taking the window seat, so you let him be.

you sat together. he was watching the cars passing by along with the skyscrapers shining at night. would it be unrealistic to dream of someone, you, as high as these buildings?, he wonders. then you looked at him, carefully admiring his sde features. memorizing every line and shape; how his lips would slightly pucker and the bridge of his nose you’d always want to trace and pinch. and little did you know he was watching you from the reflection of the window.

and when he tilted his head back at the front, you steered yours away. but your eyes fell down and roamed around until you see his hand over his bag. haechan looked at you, and he started slightly tapping his fingers on the leather. you wanted to reach for them again but… but—

then you made it less obvious as possible to go back looking at his face, but you couldn’t as your head tries its best to look forward. so your sight landed as farther as this: the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades you would want to lean onto. it’s sad to say your heart absentmindedly made haechan your home, your comfort, your confidant, even though he wasn’t yours.

so you came back to your senses once again. you leaned your head backward fell onto the back of the seat and sighed. you watched the people in front of you as they ride forwards.

and suddenly, haechan reached for your hand and interlocked it with yours.

you looked at him dumbfoundedly; almost taken aback.

then he slowly reached for your head and leaned it on his shoulders. you thought it was a bit uncomfortable so you said, “it’s okay, haech.” because instead, you wanted to nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck. but you believed you weren’t going to fit in, just like the two of you, which you believed. he’s still holding your hand though. so firm yet so soft, how could it this paradox be possible?

so haechan let go of your hand.

you almost yearned for the touch. god, the loss was so overwhelming, you could almost cry. you were dangerously so drawn to haechan, the thought of it would make you flinch. you had to go away. i have to go away. you reiterated at the back of your mind. god, please, help me. how cruel must you become?

but then he wrapped the same arm around your shoulders and enveloped you with his body. he adjusted his body down so your head would lay on the crook of his neck.

and just like that, you surrender.

and nothing haechan would want in this world but to wish this bus wouldn’t stop driving.

it’s okay to fall in love with me, love.

-

happy birthday, donghyuck lee.

#haechan angst #haechan oneshot #haechan fluff #haechan fic #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan scenario #haechan imagine #haechan imagines #nct dream donghyuck #nct scenarios #nct x gender neutral reader #nct x reader #nct fic #nct imagine #nct 127 #nct imagines #haechan #nct fanfic #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream oneshot #nct dream drabble #nct dream #haechan x you #haechan x y/n #haechan x oc

[ts19009]

Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 2

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 3rd, 2024)

Kim Mingyu

Urban Hearts, Rural Souls (farmer mingyu) @hoshifighting

oh no, he's in love? (k.m.g) (dilf!mingyu x afab reader  | chan x afab reader) @ncteez

Need A Hand? (farmhand!mingyu x farmer's daughter!reader) @everyonewooeverywhere

✧ back to december (smut (18+ / mdni), fluff, angst (resolved!), best friends to strangers to lovers) @toruro

Between the heavens and the earth (Royal!AU, smut so MDNI!, angst, pining) @gyuldaengi

New Rules (basketballplayer!mingyu, collegestudent!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, s2l, smut) @leejihoonownsmyheart

BLOOM FOR ME (college au, slice of life, strangers to fwb to lovers, angst, fem!reader, slowburn-ish, rollercoaster of somewhat unrealistic events, minor use of the fake dating trope, not proofread, explicit sexual content, inexpressive!reader, fear of intimacy, once again a fic that seemed better in my head than the finished product but idc!) @sanakiras

Honeyboy (SLOWBURN, back and forth PINING, angst, summer romance, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, eventual friends to lovers, brief high school!au, fluff, slight love triangle, lots of teasing/flirting.) @chocosvt

Lilac Lace (roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.) @starlightxsvt

How to Win Hearts for Dummies (the answer is lattes and banana bread) (Idol!mingyu x makeup-artist!reader) @gyuswhore

xu minghao

now or never (when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you’re engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend’s wedding, you’ve only got a month to become a convincing couple.) @heartkyeom

to love easily (non-idol!minghao x fem!reader) @minghaoyoudoin

rush hour (enemies to lovers, dancer au? unresolved sexual tension, smut) @lovelyhan

terrified (idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis,) @lovelyhan

Remembrance of Ice (ice king!xu minghao x fem spy!reader) @gyuswhore

Apple of My Eye — xmh (fluff, descendants au, child of snow white reader, reader is shorter than minghao) @rubyreduji

Jeon WonWoo

new beginnings (: in which a certain someone starts getting extra clingy to you, leading you to find out you're pregnant.) @etherealyoungk

the bore next door (j.ww) @ncteez

Patterns (fuckboy(ish) wonwoo, friends(?) with benefits) @highvern

under wisteria blossoms (town doctor!wonwoo x reader) @lovequartz

Before the Day Begins (an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo) @kyeomofhearts

wedding weekends with wonwoo (fake dating, non-idol au, photographer!wonwoo, florist! + gn!reader, fluff, angst if you looked hard enough (honestly, it’s kinda cheesy lol) @suhnshinehaos

OVERSET (ai!wonwoo x R&D!reader) @drunk-on-dk

Say Yes to Me (1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader) @ssinboo

roommates with benefits (smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au) @shuaflix

Hong Jisoo

Cockroach (Joshua hates cockroaches. Never in a million years would he ever be able to kill one, but thank goodness he has you to take care of that.) @beomboomboom

fine line (figure skater!joshua, writer/fangirl!reader, best friend!jeonghan, dad!seungcheol, smut, fluff, angst, some occasional skating jargon, this is a lot about the Olympics) @heartkyeom

leaning on the everlasting arms (childhood best friend! pastor's son!joshua x f reader) @onlyhuis

golden hour (fluff, slice of life, best friends to lovers, summer vacation au ━ best friend!joshua) @dkfile

wildest dreams | joshua hong (best friends to lovers!au, fake dating!au (kinda), fluff, humor) @viastro

yoon jeonghan

𝘋𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 ? (enemies to roommates to lovers, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+) @wonustars

lens of ice | yjh | one (figure skater jeonghan, light angst, a little fluff) @wongyuuu

January 9th | Prologue (Actor!Y. Jeonghan x Single mom!reader) @sunnylovespickles

The Christmas Boyfriend — yjh (fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au) @rubyredujibyredujii

I THINK WE MARRIED IN VEGAS (comedy (?), angst, smut (minors don't interact)) @ressonancee

Kwon Soon-young

hoshi; vowels and veracity (m) (teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader) @hansolmates

Deserted (Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers) @ihavethedreamies

Edible Arrangements (college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader) @bitchlessdino

highrise (ceo!au… ish) walking around your apartment naked has never been a problem, since you live in a high-rise and no one can see in, at least that’s what you thought…) @sluttywonwoo

#svt fanfic #joshua angst #seventeen fic #kwon soonyoung #hoshi fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #kim mingyu #minghao x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #mingyu #minghao #minghao smut #minghao fluff #minghao imagines #wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo imagines #joshua hong smut #joshua x y/n #joshua hong

[americas1suiteheart]

Better Off As Lovers

Patrick Stump x Reader

This was also posted on Ao3 if you prefer that platform, this whole text is the link. :)

[Summary; You and Patrick have been friends since middle school and have been going to tours with him and the band to watch their shows. At one of the shows, Patrick decides to play one unreleased song he just so happened to write for you to confess his feelings. (I dunno this is kinda the summary but I'm also dumb as shit and can't make a correct summary).

[Notes; I felt like writing a little something for him as I've been wanting to for a while now, and here it is! And honestly, guys, if I end up wring more Patrick x Reader fics they're all most likely to be song fics or fics based off of some of the music videos, sorry but man I'm a sucker for song fics.

[Warnings; Some cursing and some bickering back and forth between Pete and Y/n over stupid stuff. Really really cheesy and unrealistic ig. Also Y/n is kind of really fucking stupid as well, but for the sake of the fic.

[Word Count: 4,068 (This is literally the longest fic I've ever written oh my gods.)

<Playing- Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy>

1:32 ────ㅇ────── 3:31

God, why are these tour bus seats so uncomfortable? You'd figure that because they were meant for people to sleep in, they would be more comfortable.

You get up and stretch, heading to the cupboard where the band keeps all of the snacks to look for your hidden stash in the back.

"Where the hell are they?" You say, muttering to yourself.

You continue to scrounge through the cabinet to try and find your two twin packs of Twinkies, only to give up and walk to where the boys were hanging out.

"Hey, did any of you guys eat my Twinkies?" You call out as you walk to where you can hear the boys talking; a curtain was the only thing acting as a door for the area.

Just as you open the curtain to the "room" (aka the six loft beds that were separated by just a curtain), you see Pete and Joe munching on your beloved creme-filled cakes.

"Are you kidding me?" You say, your mouth agape and eyebrows raised.

"I told you guys so."

The two boys look at each other and then at you, a twinge of fear apparent on their faces, the creme filling on the corners of their mouths, and the wrappers thrown onto the floor.

"You two so totally owe me two boxes of Twinkies, I mean it! One box from each of you two! How did you find them?! I hid them!" You flail your arms about towards the boys, the guilt becoming more apparent on Joe's face.

Pete and Joe shuffle in their spots, licking their fingers and corners of their mouths to get the creme off from their messy way of eating.

"Honestly, you're kinda bad at hiding stuff; it wasn't that hard to find them," Pete says with a shrug.

Patrick kicks his shin from where he was sitting from across, earning a hiss of pain and a dirty look from Peter.

"I'm gonna eat all of your fucking Blow-Pops." You say, leaving the sleeping area and heading back to the snack cupboard. You can hear Pete's shouts, telling you not to touch them.

Opening the cupboard, you immediately spot a party-size pack of Blow-Pops with a large piece of duct tape stuck on to the bag, big bold letters drawn with a black Sharpie reading 'PETE'S LOLLIPOPS!!! DON'T TOUCH!!!'

Pete really liked those things, and he would individually count them to keep track of how many he had, so that way, if someone decided to take one or two of them, he would know. Which is kind of insane of him now that you think about it. Actually, scratch that, Pete was insane—PERIOD!

You grab the bag and grab three handfuls of lollipops, shoving them into your hoodie pockets and putting the bag back into the cupboard.

"Give them back, Y/n!" Pete says, grabbing your shoulders just enough to keep you from moving.

"Hell no! Buy me back my Twinkies and then I might just give you all of them back." You say putting one hand into your pocket to take out a Blow-Pop.

"Those Twinkies were practically begging to be eaten by someone, man; come on, those were in there for days without being touched."

You unwrap the lollipop, pulling your hand up to pop it into your mouth, Pete's mouth falling agape as you do so.

"Was that one of the apple ones..."

You nod your head, taking it out of your mouth. "And I've still got more. And as I said, I'm not giving them back until you buy me back, my Twinkies,"

"God, fine! But promise not to eat anymore until we get to a gas station! Especially not the Apple ones!"

"Will do," You pop the Blow-Pop back into your mouth as he lets go of your shoulders, looking defeated as he walks back to the room all of the others were still in.

You smile to yourself, sitting back into the seat you were originally in.

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You and the boys get out of the bus, heading into the gas station as the drivers fuel up. You immediately head for the drink section, looking for a can of Arizona tea.

What the hell man, where are they?

You continue to look for another minute or so until you finally give up, heading to the soda section where Patrick was.

You had somewhat of a crush on Patrick. You always have to be honest.

You went to high school with Patrick, so you've known him since sophomore year. You had a lot of classes with him too and often hung out with each other both inside and outside of school, making you closer to Patrick than you were to any of the other kids and considering him your best friend.

When he first started playing with Joe and Pete and officially being in a band with them, you started going over to practices with him, getting to know the two better, and when Andy joined the band, it was the same with him.

Now that you think about it, you have no clue how liking him could have been avoided. He's sweet and smart—a little awkward at times too, but nonetheless an incredible guy.

I mean, the whole reason why you started looking into learning some music technology was so that you could be with him more often. A lot of what you started doing was to get to hang out with him more often.

"Boo!" You say, grabbing Patrick's arm gently.

"N/n, there you are," Patrick says, turning around to look at you, holding out two cans of Arizona tea to you.

"What the hell, I just spent like, two minutes looking for these; where the heck did you find them?" You chuckle, taking one of the cans.

"I'll never tell.." Patrick chuckles, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, thank you Patrick. I appreciate your kind gesture very much."

Andy and Joe run by you and Patrick, with Pete doing the same shortly afterwards. Some screams and laughs came with that as well. You could see the cashier trying their best to make it through all the noise, with a look on their face that could only be explained as exhaustion and frustration, clearly not wanting to be at work.

You look at Patrick and sigh, knowing that you'll have to yell at the three once again as if they were children, regardless of the fact they were all older than you and Patrick.

You walk to the snack aisle, where you can see Joe and Andy crouching down, assumingly hiding from Pete for whatever reason, and walk up behind them. Andy had a bag of skittles in his hand and a sprite in the other, while Joe carried a twin pack of Twinkies—just as you asked him for—and a bag of chips and diet coke in his arms.

"What are we hiding from?" You whisper to the two, who jump slightly and look back in response.

"Pete," Andy replies quietly.

"Well, we've gotta go; you guys will have to finish this up some other time, preferably when we aren't in a public place."

You hear footsteps from behind and stand up, turning around to see Pete walking slowly, putting a finger up to his lips as to say "don't say anything," and you shake your head and mouth, "No."

"Come on guys, go check out we need to get back on the road," you say, turning back to Andy and Joe.

Pete groans and fully stands up, Andy and Joe doing the same.

"God, you're such a grump all the time, no fun," Pete says, walking up to the cashier.

Patrick comes up from behind you, putting his hand on your back. "Is everyone ready to go?"

You blush from the contact, nodding your head in response, and walk to the register where the boys were checking out.

"No, I paid the last time. It's Andy's turn to pay now, remember?" Pete argues. The cashier looked like he was about to snap; if it was a cartoon, steam would probably be coming out of his ears right now.

"I'll pay, fine dude, just chill out," Andy says, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier his credit card.

The cashier puts their items into a plastic bag, and Andy grabs it and leaves with the other two.

You and Patrick walk to the register, putting your items down on the counter.

"Sorry about them by the way, they get rowdy sometimes," Patrick says, attempting to break the awkwardness by making small talk, leading it to get worse.

"Your total is $9.34," the cashier says with a deadpan look on his face.

The two of you pull out your cards and look at each other. "Let me pay for it, please; you had paid the last time, and it was almost 20 dollars," Patrick says with puppy eyes.

God, this guy always knows how to get his way with that look.

"Alright then, Pat. Thank you," You thank him, putting your card away.

Patrick pays and the cashier puts our stuff into a plastic bag, handing it to him, with him thanking the guy and telling him to have a good day.

You two walk back into the bus, and Patrick places the bag on the couch in the lounge.

"Do you want both of these in the mini fridge?" Patrick asks, taking one of the tea cans out of the bag.

"I'll have one now and save the other for later, if you can put one in though, that'd be awesome."

Patrick nods and puts one can and one of his sodas in the mini fridge plugged in next to the counter where the broken toaster sat. Now that you think about it, how long has that thing been broken? Why haven't any of us bothered to replace it?

You open one of the cans, walking into the bunk area, and sit on your bunk at the top, letting your feet dangle above the middle bunk.

"Y/n, here you go," Joe says, handing me two twin packs of Twinkies.

"Thanks, Joe. Here are your Blow-Pops back dickhead," you say, taking the wrapped cakes and taking all of the blow pops out of your pocket, handing them to Pete, who was sitting next to Joe.

"Jesus, dude, how many of my fucking Blow-Pops did you take?" Pete exclaims.

"A couple handfuls, I think," you reply, taking a drink of your tea.

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"Alright guys, we've got a couple more songs to play; are you ready?" Pete shouts into his mic, earning cheers from throughout the crowd.

The boys continue playing a couple more songs.

The band had been playing for an hour and a half now, playing some of their newer songs from the newest album they were working on, those of which you had the pleasure of getting to listen to before they played them for others, as well as songs from Take This To Your Grave and From Under The Cork Tree. The crowd was singing the lyrics along with the band, enjoying all of it.

"This is the last song for tonight and is another one from the album that we're currently working on; this one me and Patrick worked on together is called Bang The Doldrums!" Pete says, wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead.

Patrick adjusts the strap of his guitar slightly, walking up to the mic. Him and Joe begin to play together, with the rest of the band joining in.

You listen to it for a bit, you hadn't recognised the name but you figured that they had probably changed it.

'I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out,'

What the hell? I haven't heard this one yet.

'I couldn't bring myself to call, except to call it quits,'

This is great; why hadn't they shown me this one? They all sound amazing.

Patrick looks at me as he sings the next verse; his face tinted a slight red, maybe from how out of breath he was getting? God, he always looked so pretty like that.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You listen to the lyrics; why did he look at me like that in that exact verse? Maybe I'm just going crazy.

'Racing through the city, windows down, in the back of yellow-checkered cars,'

You continued to listen, enjoying the sound of the way they were playing.

Then once again, Patrick looks at you, looking less nervous and giving a slight smile as he sings the same verse.

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around,'

You can feel your face rapidly becoming warm, oh?

You think for a bit, your mouth slightly agape as you stand still. You just hope what you think is happening and what he's implying is actually what it is. No, no way. You guys have just been friends since high school; there's no way.

'..in the back of yellow-checkered cars. You're wrong, are we all wrong?

'Best friends, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around, ex-friends till the end, better off as lovers!'

The song ends, and the band thanks the crowd before exiting the stage, allowing the stage technicians to begin striking and taking everything down.

You were still standing there as the crowd began to clear out. Shit, you should get to the boys. What do I do about how Patrick looked at me? What if I ask him about it and I'm totally wrong? Oh god, I'm screwed.

You begin to head to the door that lead to the backstage lounge, a security guard protecting it from letting anyone else in. The guard immediately notices you and lets you in.

You nervously walk to the same area that the boys were in, knocking on the door and hearing Joe shout, "Come in!"

You open the door and smile at the boys, who were sitting down, drinking water and using towels to dry themselves off.

Where's Pat?

"Hey guys! You sounded awesome tonight, what was with that last song though? I'd never heard it before." You greet, sitting down on one of the metal pull-out chairs across from everyone else.

"Thanks! We were going to show you Bang The Doldrums when we were first working on it, but about halfway through writing it Patrick had said something about waiting to play it at a gig instead, something about surprising you, I dunno," Pete says in response, taking a chug of his water bottle.

"Where is Patrick, by the way?" You ask, rubbing your hands on your thighs.

"I think he went to go and look for you actually; try ringing him or go and look for him; he's somewhere around here," Andy says.

"Shit really? I'll go try to find him now. Do you guys need anything that could be outside of this room?"

"Can you get us some more water? I'm still totally parched man," Pete asks, taking the towel he had on his shoulder to wipe his face off.

You nod and get up, leaving the room and closing the door to go and look for Patrick.

How on earth do you know where every place in this theater would be? This place is huge..

After searching around, you finally decide to go outside to check if he was in the tour bus by chance, only to see him sitting on a curb next to the door hidden from all of the different fans still exiting the venue.

"Pat? What're you doin' out here without a sweater on? It's freezing right now." You speak out, walking to where he was and sitting to the left of him.

"Oh, I went to look for you, and when I came out here, it was way cooler than it was in the theater, so I stayed out here to cool off a little bit," Patrick says, straightening his back and looking at you.

You nod in a way of understanding.

"How'd you like the show, though?" Patrick says, after a few seconds of silence.

"It was great! You guys never have a boring gig; everyone was loving it. What was the last song about though? I had never heard you guys play it up until just now." You say excitedly.

Patrick shifts slightly, looking away from you as his face flushes, now looking slightly embarrassed.

"I mean, it's not that it sounded bad or anything; it sounded great, but, during that chorus, you kept looking at me and, well," You say awkwardly, avoiding saying what you actually wanted to say.

It stayed silent for a couple of seconds before Patrick broke it.

"Sorry about that, I don't know if it made you weirded out or anything." Patrick says quietly.

"'Weirded out?' Pat I don't think you can really do anything to weird me out honestly. I didn't mind the contact all that much really." You lightly laugh, quietly mumbling the last part.

After saying that, you notice Patrick relax a bit, as if he were relieved and a little bit of a weight was off his shoulders.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?" Patrick says looking down at his shoes, his voice shaky.

"Yeah, of course," You reply, anxious for his words, yet somehow excited at the same time, wondering what they might be.

"This is going to sound so stupid, gosh. Um," Patrick chuckles, trying to calm his nerves as he twiddles his thumbs together, then proceeding with what he was saying. "I uh, would you hate me if I said that I really liked you, and not in a friend sort of way but um,"

You stay quiet for a few seconds, mouth slightly open and eyes wide. You're glad that it was dim in the little corner you two were sitting at so that he wouldn't see how red your face was turning.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anythi-" Patrick apologises before getting cut off by you.

"Patrick, don't be sorry," You say.

Patrick furrows his brows, creasing his forehead slightly, turning to look at you with confusion clear on his face.

"You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say something along the lines of that," You continue, grinning widely.

Patrick's face softened, a small smile appearing onto his face.

"So, does that mean that, well, you know," He says, looking at some cracks in the concrete, kicking at a pebble aside.

"Yeah, it means exactly that, Trick," You put your hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention back.

He looks back at you, smiling, his eyes that you looked into so often seemed to shine brighter underneath the dim light that the venue had over the door in the back that barely showed any light where you two were sitting.

Patrick brings a hand to your face, caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch, doing the same as he did.

His eyes glance at your lips for a millisecond, quickly returning to your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Patrick asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod your head and lean in as he does, fluttering your eyes closed.

Patrick closes the gap between the both of you, his breath warm. The kiss is soft and sweet, not pressed too hard against each other but still with passion. Your lips seemed to fit perfectly with his, as if they were made specifically for the both of you and just the both of you alone.

You two pull away, pressing your foreheads together, panting ever so slightly from the lack of oxygen the both of you got during the kiss.

There was a peaceful silence for a few seconds, you swear that if it weren't for the muffled music and talking of the crowd outside Patrick would've been able to hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"God, if I knew this would be the outcome I would've told you years ago," Patrick chuckles lightly.

You smile, now realizing that this wasn't a dream and that your best friend since high school really confessed what you dreamed he would for years now. That you two really kissed and it wasn't some guy that you pretended to love in hopes of letting your feelings for Patrick disappear, and you were so glad that your mind and heart didn't let that happen.

"Oh my god finally, you two are idiots," Pete says, standing on the steps that lead to the door to get backstage.

You and Patrick quickly pull away from each other, your face burning up quickly.

"What the hell do you mean 'finally'?" You say, looking at Pete in confusion.

"We've been waiting for you two idiots to finally say something to each other for years now,"

You look at Pete for a few seconds, the cogs in your head turning.

"What?"

"I mean, you two were so painfully obvious, I'm honestly surprised that you two didn't figure it out way earlier man. Oh! Wait, wait, who confessed first? Was it you Y/n?"

Joe and Andy walk out and stand next to Pete.

"Did it finally happen? Who said it first, do you know?" Joe asks.

You and Patrick stare at each other, completely baffled.

"Was it Patrick?" Andy asks.

You flush even more, looking back at the three, then quickly looking away.

"It was totally Patrick, I called it! Come on pay up you two,"

Joe and Pete groan, taking out their wallets.

"Did you guys place bets on us?" Patrick asks, getting completely ignored by them.

"How much was it again, I don't remember it's been like 5 years now," Pete asks, looking at Andy.

"I think it was either ten or twenty,"

"Can we just say it was ten? I don't have a twenty or two tens on me and I don't want to go to the ATM tomorrow morning." Joe says, rummaging through his wallet.

"Sure that works," Pete and Joe both hand Andy one ten dollar bill each.

"What the hell, was Andy the only one that thought I would confess?" Patrick says. He seemed more upset at the fact that Pete and Joe put their bets on you confessing first rather than him.

"Come inside, it's freezing out here and we still haven't gotten our waters yet," Pete says, holding the door open for Andy and Joe.

You get up and gesture for Patrick to do the same, walking to the doorway.

"I fucking hate you and I hope you know that," You whisper to Pete jokingly, proceeding inside with Patrick and Pete behind you.

"Love you too N/n.." Pete says sarcastically, walking to the table where a load of plastic water bottles were, grabbing three of them.

"I hate him," You say, looking at Pete walk away and disappear into the room the three were in before.

"Me too sometimes but honestly if it weren't for him I probably would have never said anything," Patrick looks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"He's the one that organized the whole plan of playing Bang The Doldrums and not showing it to you until earlier during the show," Patrick answers, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Huh, he told me you said something about not showing me until now. You know, maybe I don't hate him as much anymore now."

Patrick laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the table, grabbing two bottles for himself and you.

You smile to yourself, looking at your entangled hands then at him as he walked you to the room the boys were in.

You couldn't have been happier in all the years of your life up until now, and you wouldn't change or trade it for anything in the world. You were happy that you finally got to be like this with Patrick, the boy that was always so nice to everyone no matter what, the boy that knew exactly what to say if anyone was ever down, the boy that never left you no matter how difficult or bad it got.

This was the boy that you fell in love with since the moment you saw him, and he loved you back.

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This took me forever to finish, and thank gods that I hyper fixated on FOB again (more than many times throughout the making of this fic,) because if not it wouldn't have ever gotten finished. I think I might end up writing more fics for Patrick, let me know if you would like for that to happen, send in some requests if you would like as well! Thank you for reading this seriously, regardless if your new or if you've been a follower since I started posting my fics on here, I appreciate you all for continuing to read my stuff because it makes me truly feel like I'm getting better and that people enjoy my stuff.

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[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 || flowers au ♔

summary: violet goes on a road trip to see her new best friend, connor

warnings: heights (brief)

notes: i loved this, it was so cute and i love the idea of connor wanting to buy violet everything. i got the ferris bueller idea from the cubs game so i put it on and now this is coming out later than i wanted and the incorporation of the movie in this but its okay, its still good. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“I’m outside”

In a matter of seconds Connor was rushing out the doors and knocking on Violet’s car window, “I can’t believe you actually drove all the way to Chicago for me.”

“Well believe it because you are now my new best friend and as my new best friend I’m making you drive because I don’t want to anymore. Just don’t crash because you’re not on my insurance.”

Instead of getting out of the car, Violet gracefully hopped over the middle console in her car to sit in the passenger seat. Connor chuckled, got in the car, and asked her where to drive to.

“I don’t care but all I know is that I have a list of things that I want to do that’s titled ‘Connor and Violet’s Fun and Exciting Time in Chicago’ waiting for us.”

Connor pulled out of the parking spot and started driving towards a parking garage, “I’m assuming you want to walk right?”

“Yes, please. I’ve been sitting for way too long.”

“So, what does this list have in store for us?”

Violet, with no concern for getting pulled over, unbuckled her seat belt reached into the back to grab her notebook full of random ideas, and opened to the page that was decorated like a scrapbook with her list of activities. 

“Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I want to eat deep-dish pizza, authentic deep-dish pizza. I want to go to Navy Pierre and just walk around the city in general. I want to take photos of us because we have none,” Violet continued to ramble off a bunch of things she wanted to do and when she got to the end she grinned, “I want to recreate Ferris Bueller. And by that I mean we have to at least go to a Cubs game, holler ‘Swing batter batter’, go to a parade, run through a neighborhood, and look what I got us-” She once again reached into her bag and pulled something out, “Save Ferris pins!”

“I would love to do that, but I have never seen Ferris Bueller.”

Violet looked shocked, “You’ve never seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?!” 

Connor shook his head as he pulled into a parking garage, “We are watching that when we get back to my hotel room.”

They wandered around Chicago for a while, trying to decide the best way to complete everything. Violet wasn’t expecting to do everything on her list, of course, she wanted to but it was almost completely unrealistic. But, Connor wanted to do everything on that list. They would get to spend more time together and it would make her happy.

The first night they were there, Connor took her to Navy Pierre and took her to Giordanos for deep-dish pizza. She moaned in delight when she tasted the pizza, “Oh my god. This is so good, why didn’t I do this sooner.”

Connor laughed at the girl, eating his piece. They talked about the beginning of Connor’s season, Violet asking him if he was nervous. To which Connor replied with a yes and Violet reassured him that it was alright and that things were going to work out. 

Ever since they met Connor and Violet have been attached to one another. They texted every day, Violet giving him random updates on what she was doing. He would watch every one of her videos with a cheesy smile on his face as she talked about flowers or what she was taking in the upcoming semester.

When Connor figured out that she was going to UofI he was elated that she was only going to be two hours away instead of six. He could only hope that she would want to go to some of his games so he could get her tickets to them. 

When they got back that night, she made him watch Ferris Bueller with her on her laptop as they laid side by side in the hotel bed. Violet pointed out the things that she wanted them to do throughout the movie, also making random comments about the things that reminded her of her brothers. 

The next day, she made him go on the tour boat on the river, gazing at the buildings and reaching out for the water below. Connor watched her happily and joined in at her silly antics as they walked the boat, pushing one another. 

They then went to Water Tower, where Connor bought her a couple of sets of flower legos. She walked out skipping and stopped when she saw the American Girl Doll store, “Con, we have to go there!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never had an American Girl Doll before and i just want to look at them, please.” She dragged out the e, Connor giving in easily. 

He let her drag her into the pink store and she looked around in awe. They looked at the recent girl of the year who sat right in front when they walked in and then went to look at all the different sections, stopping at the hockey one. 

She then dragged him downstairs where all the other previous girls of the year were. She practically skipped through the store, “I’ve always wanted Julie.”

“Who’s Julie?”

“She’s one of the dolls from the historical collection. She’s from 1974 and she’s kinda characterized as a hippie but she wears a lot of floral print and decorates with flowers.”

“That seems like you.” He continued to follow her around the store, making a mental reminder of the doll she wanted so he could later buy it for her, before they exited and then went up to one of the sports shops they had, “Hey look Con!”

Connor looked to the wall where there was a jersey with his name on the back, “I gotta get it. Lemme make sure I have enough money in my account.” She whipped out her phone to check the funds in her account sighing when she realized she had lent Luca and Adam money earlier in the week to buy something. 

“Never mind let’s just go.”

“Wait, come on I’ll buy it for you.”

“No, Con. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling you I am. Plus, I’m a professional hockey player now, I have the money.” Violet slapped him on the chest before walking out of the store, slightly embarrassed. Connor purchased the jersey and handed it to her, “Connor I told you not to.”

“But I wanted to. Honestly.” She smiled and wasted no time throwing the jersey on and walking out of the Water Tower. 

They then walked to the Sears (Willis) Tower just like in the movie and stood on the glass floor, “You have no idea how terrified I am right now.”

“You’re the one that wanted to do this.”

“I know and I am seriously regretting it.”

They then walked down to Billy Goats, a classic restaurant downtown, which Violet loved all so greatly. She got lots of remarks about her jersey, some nice and some mean but they paid no mind to those. After eating, the two of them were tired so they headed back to her hotel to rest and watch something on the TV. 

The next day they just wandered around and took some pictures before going to Wrigley to watch a Cubs game. It was a night game and the Cubs were playing the Nationals. They cheered from their seats and as Connor promised her they yelled, “Hey batter batter batter batter swing batter.” The Cubs won 17-3. 

They ended up checking off all of y/n’s bucket list in four days together and Violet would definitely rank this as her favorite road trip to ever have happened.

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violetsdiaries

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violetsdiaries i went on another road trip, this time to Chicago! road trip break down: i put flowers on my side mirror, i went to a cubs game, saw a butterfly, went to navy pierre, wore more new matching shirt and top, made him a fruit ball, ate some authentic deep-dish pizza for the first time, and saw some famous Chicago places.

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markestapa and you didn't bring me with?!

⤷ violetsdiaries no college kids allowed 🙅🏻‍♀️

⤷ lhughes_06 hate to break to you, kid, but i think you are one now

⤷ violetsdiaries no old age hasn't set in, not for another couple of weeks

luca.fantilli who's 'him'

⤷ adamfantilli i conquer and why'd you say you were going with your friends if you weren't

⤷ violetsdiaries wow 'conquer' that's a big word for you, adamo

adamfantilli answer my texts

user01 her hiding him from the socials is raising some flags

⤷ user02 fr, is this why she's been so happy recently??

⤷ user03 she did mention she had a crush on someone not too long ago

edwards.73 crazy kids 😧

⤷ user04 ethan knows who it is?!

user05 is there going to be a video about this

⤷ violetsdiaries maybe!

⤷ user06 violet giving us the content recently 👏🏻👏🏻

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messyviolets so this happened... road trip breakdown part two: we went to the beach, then i dragged him to the water tower, then he pigged out on room service, i made him make a heart with me, we recreated Ferris Bueller, and i met Clark the Cub

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jackhughes wish i was there

⤷ messyviolets 'i hate violet so much'

⤷ jackhughes i've never said that in my entire life

⤷ lhughes_06 you just said it yesterday

rutgermcgroaty violet's off doing big girl things, she's growing up so much 🥹

⤷ edwards.73 stop growing, kid

⤷ messyviolets um... this makes things awkward, i'm going to college next month

⤷ rutgermcgroaty no we lost her 😩

adamfantilli can you please tell us who it is

⤷ messyviolets no 😁

_connorbedard looks fun 🙂

⤷ messyviolets it was fun 🙂

⤷ user07 suspicious 🧐

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[leasstories]

Eddie hates romcoms but he loves you

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

@noneknxws ‘s VALENTEBUARY

DAY 6: Cheesy hallmark romcom movies

No Trigger Warning

WC: 0.5K

One thing to know about Eddie Munson is that he hates cheesy romcom, but another thing to know about Eddie is that he would do anything for you. That’s how Eddie Munson ended up in this movie theater, watching Moonstruck, an arm around your shoulders. Eddie hates every second of the movie, that’s why, he spends the movie talking to you. Commenting – no sorry - criticizing each cheesy scene. He basically talks to you during the entire movie. If it was anyone else, you would have been bothered by it. But it is Eddie Munson, and you are conscious of the effort he made to come see the movie with you. You know how it is everything Eddie despises, but you wanted to be like a normal couple for once, and as valentine’s day is approaching, you suggested to go see this new romcom in theaters. You were afraid Eddie would say no, but how could he say no to those eyes he loves so much. Eddie could never deny those eyes. Once in a while, you feed Eddie with Popcorn, yes Eddie loves when you feed him. Those moments in which you feed him are the only ones where you can focus on the movie. Once the credits start rolling, Eddie let out a huge sigh of relief and you chuckle at that.

“What’s so funny Sweets?” He asks.

“Nothing, nothing” You say giggling.

Eddie makes grabby hands at you, meaning, he is going to tickle you and you giggle even more.

“Spill the beans Sweets!” Eddie says using his Dungeon Master voice.

“It’s just funny how you sighed at the end of the movie.” You say while gathering your stuff.

Eddie gathers his stuff as well and chuckle.

“I am sorry to break it to you Sweets, but this movie was awful.” Eddie says in all faux-seriousness.

“And unrealistic, who still lives at their parents at 37!” Eddie adds.

“uh… maybe a widow?” You ask.

“Oh God Sweets if I ever die-” Eddie starts but you cut him off by slapping his chest.

“Don’t talk like this Eddie!” You whine. Since you almost lost Eddie in the Upside Down a year ago, it is your worst fear, and you hate when Eddie jokes about it.

Eddie takes you in his arms. “I’m sorry Sweets, I promise a long and happy life awaits us.” He says kissing the crown of your head.

You lean into Eddie’s touch and leave the movie theater hand in hand. On the way to the closest diner, Eddie talks your ears off about everything wrong with the movie and you hum, or chuckle. You know better than contradicting your boyfriend when he is in a passionate rant.

Onve you arrive at the diner, Eddie, always the gentleman, opens the door for you.

“You’re so cheesy you know.” You tell him.

“Shush.” He answers.

Yes Eddie Munson might hate romcoms but he acts like he is inside one with you. Because Eddie Munson loves you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x gn!reader #based on a prompt #valentebuary 2024

[madxyy]

anything for munson pt.2 - eddie munson x fem!reader

| summary: eddie takes you out on a date...and more ;)

| warnings: smut, use of pet names, cussing, unprotected p in v (please practice safe sex kids), praise kink, possessive kink?, banter, eddie still being a menace, CHEESY, bantering, unrealistic orgasm

a/n: i tried not to describe hair, also tysm for sm love on pt.1 mwa

Standing in front of the mirror, you adjust the straps of your overalls. Your eyes raked over your figure as you took into account what you were wearing, a white plain t-shirt underneath the denim material, cherry chapstick adorned on your lips, giving it a tint of red. You hummed in approval.

You and Eddie decided to just stay in and cook dinner (although ‘dinner’ might not be the word you’re looking for). He insisted "a queen like you needs a fancy dinner and luxury", but you told him you didn’t want anything that big, just spending time with him is enough. You’ll always remember the way his cheeks blushed when you said that.

 A honk coming from outside made you jump. You got your bag and speed walked to the front door. Opening the door, you stand on your front porch and lo and behold you see eddie munson, standing outside of his van looking handsome as ever, hands behind his back, washed up blue jeans settled on his hips, a cropped black metallica t-shirt, and black boots. 

His whole face lights up as he sees you. 

Coming down the steps, he wolf whistles, “damn baby, might I say you are looking very very hot this fine night, like come and plant vegetables at my farm.” You lightly punch him in the arm as you giggle “oh my god! you are so stupid”, he pulls you by the waist and you instinctively put your hands on his chest “stupid for you.” 

Rolling your eyes “ookay stop being cheesy”

“never” giving you a radiant smile, god he’s so beautiful 

You both stood there for 10 seconds just taking in each other's presence. As much as you would like to stand there and gaze at him , you had a date to go to. “Alright, alright, let’s go munson, we can’t stand here all day looking at each other”, he puffs out a breath

“why not? It’s basically looking at art, so we are basically at an art museum” you shake your head as you smile “you promised me a date munson.” He sighs but reluctantly releases the grip he had on your waist and opens the door for you, “my lady” he bows, you roll your eyes god I love him. After settling into the passenger seat, he closes the door and gallops–yes, gallops–to the other door.

 He looks at you, giving you a beaming smile “are you ready for the most mind blowing sex.” You bark out a laugh “eddie I swear to god i’m going to get out this van” fingers already curled on the handle. 

“No no i’m just kidding sweetheart, I’ll stop” 

You give him a look

“No you’re not.” 

A guilty smile slowly creeping its way onto his lips “you’re right.”

Let’s just say the whole car ride consisted of banter and scolding, once when eddie almost ran a red light, then again when the cars behind him were honking because he was too distracted looking at you, after hearing all the honkings you turn to him telling him to keep his eyes on the road and that resulted to him blaming you. You turned to him, jaw on the ground, eyes bulged out, “what do you mean that was MY fault?!” he rolls his eyes “listen babe, if you didn’t look so damn beautiful in green lighting we wouldn’t be in this predicament” he said matter-of-factly.

“As soon as we get out of this car, i’m going to literally strangle you munson”

You can already see the gears in his head forming an inappropriate joke from a mile away. His mouth started to open but was quickly interrupted “don’t you dare say it eddie”, he closed his mouth but a smirk still on his face. 

“Wow, you’re just cruel y’know that, like why don’t you like me for me? How come I can never be myself?” 

“I’m literally on a date with you and please for the love of god don’t start this, you have been saying this ever since I took the last pizza slice and that was 2 years ago”

“Still.”

As soon as you arrived at his trailer, he rushed over to your side and opened the door, “can’t have a goddess waiting”, he offered his hand, you accepted and stepped out the van “why thank you, my dear lord.” He grins.

Stepping into the familiar trailer, you get flashed backs of the last visit here–a very pleasant visit–eddies lips, the taste of liquor still etched on your lips, his rough hands on your hips, messy kisses as your clothed folds started rubbing against his thighs, back and forth, back and forth, rough palms cupping your cheeks, eddie breathlessly murmuring–”baby?”, blinking out of your daze, you realized how damp your underwear has become - shit it’s the beginning of your date. Get it together. Clearing your throat “yeah, sorry”, he chuckled, “it’s okay, I just asked what type of flavor do you want”, you think for a second “mmm chicken is sounding really good right now.” He gives you an approving nod “I'm glad I chose a woman with basic taste.” You scoff “oookaaaay buddy, i’m literally dating you” he shoots you a look that makes you bark out the most horrendous laugh “ha ha ha, so funny, I take that as a compliment, you are just basically calling me spicy”. The sounds of your laughter automatically come to a stop as soon as the word ‘spicy’ leaves his mouth.

“Why must you always ruin my fun” 

“Because ruining your fun is my fun” 

You cross your arms and pout at him, he chuckles as he gives you an affectionate smile, “i’m just kidding baby, c’mere” he says opening his arms for you. You sigh and drag your feet to the him, “I don’t know why I have to go over there, you should be coming to me” midway of saying that you were already hugging him, face squished into his chest, arms circled around his back as his hands come up from his side to grasp your chin, angling your head to look at him “you weren’t putting up a fight nor are you complaining at the moment.” Narrowing your eyes, “whatever, let’s just make this already, i’m hungry.” He smiles in triumph as he finally won “of course my queen”, you step in front of the stove; packets of ramen open and sitting patiently to be boiled, the pot already filled with water, lime and packets of chicken flavor also idly sitting by the side. Eddie turns the handle “now we shall wait”. You hum, 

“in the meantime,” looking up at him

“we should put on some music”

“fine but only if I get to pick the songs” 

He makes a dramatic sigh “listen babe, no hate, you are a true angel from heaven, seriously, but you listen to music that makes me fall asleep and I seriously can’t handle it” 

“pleaseee” batting your lashes as you smile innocently

Pursing his lips “that’s not fair”

Still smiling up at him while awaiting his answer “FINE!” you squeal and run off to his room to put on music that sure as hell will make his ears bleed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as he heard the trailer humming with Al Green’s voice. But it was bearable as soon as he heard your voice sing along with it too even if it was bad singing--but he won't admit that, “I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU”, shaking his head “stop torturing me”, ignoring what he said, you decided to make a whole performance and grab the closest thing shaped as a microphone–which was a small silver spoon–and started swaying your hips to the beat. “‘CAUSE YOU MAKE FEEL SO BRAND NEEEEWW.” He bit his lips as his eyes were focused on you and solely on you–although since it’s Eddie, he can’t help but be a little shit.

”Why must you do this to me? make it stop, my ears are ringing, oh my god, i can already feel the blood” 

“oh my god! stop being a baby and come dance with me”

“nah i’m good”

“oh come on munson, just one dance and you can go back to sulking”

Still not budging from his spot, you dance towards him, hips swaying to the tempo of the song. He’s already frantically shaking his head as you get closer, but you don’t care as your hands reach out towards him, grabbing hold of his shoulders, his folded arms naturally goes towards your waist. As you hum the song he looks down at you with an amused smile.

“Stop being stiff eddie and move those hips of yours”, he chuckles 

“Fine, but only because I know how badly you want to see these hips move”

You shake your head in disapproval “whatever you say”

His hips starts swaying with yours as you both moved smoothly to the music. 

“Wow, who knew you can move your hips”,

“I've been telling you”

Swaying in each other's arms, you look up at him with captivating eyes, “y’know you’re really handsome eds” he softly smiles down at you, “you’re not so bad yourself my love.” Just looking at him makes your heart pound rapidly against your chest. 

Soon enough, one of his hands comes up and grasps your chin, delicately stroking the soft flesh. The pad of his fingers slowly makes its way to your lips, tracing and tugging down at the plump skin. Shallow breaths hit his hands, “eddie...” you say horsley. His Index finger slowly pushing its way into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his digit making a whole show for him as you stare directly into his eyes. Grabbing a hold of his wrist, you suck back and forward, batting eyelashes looking up at him. “Fuck” he exhales, you detach your lips with a ‘pop’. You clean up after yourself as the pad of your fingers glides underneath your lips, taking off the excess of saliva. “Come on munson, the food shan’t wait anymore”, you giggle silently to yourself as he stands there frozen, mouth agape, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, breathing heavily,“baby wha-“. With a smirk displayed on your lips, you quickly pull yourself back—before he has a chance to do or say anything—and put the ramen into the boiling water. 

As you start mixing the noodles you feel a warmth pressing to your back, eddie stands behind you, needy hands reaching underneath the blue denim to sprawl across your stomach as he plants sweet kisses to your neck, lightly pushing at his head “eddie i’m hungry” you whine. But he doesn’t buy it. He chuckles dryly, paying you no mind as he removes one of his hands to drag down one of your straps, slowly, painfully slow. He leaves a messy kiss on the new exposed skin, “baby, don’t act innocent now,” electricity sent straight to your spine, “sh-shut up cmon-”. You hear a ‘tink’ and are quickly turned around by eddie, breathless “eddie what are you doi-”, a muffled whine coming out as his lips pressed to yours, quickly pulling back, “eds, what about the food?” you say breathlessly (like you actually care about the food). 

He smirks at you with lust filled eyes, pulling you by the nape until you can feel his breath hitting your lips, “baby, quite frankly that’s not what i’m hungry for, so how about you shut up and I make you feel good, hm?”, not even having a chance to respond, he crashes his lips to yours. His body pushing yours against the stove, hands tangled in his hair in an instant, pulling him closer, harder against your lips as the smell of tobacco and sandalwood overtakes you. It was like heaven to both of y'all, especially eddie, he wanted to kiss you ever since that saturday night, god he couldn’t get enough, he needed more, he needed you. 

Lips still colliding, he crouches down and shortly enough, you feel rough palms grab a hold the back of your thighs, “up” he demanded. You happily obliged. 

He picks you up and walks you down the hall to his room, feet kicking the door shut. Softly laying you down on his bed, he stands and he can’t help but take the sight of you in, flushed cheeks, droopy eyelids staring back at him with dazed eyes, parted lips. “Babe, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to fuck me, hm?.” Blinking rapidly out of his haze, “uh ye-yeah,” clearing his throat  

“damn give a man a chance to appreciate the beauty in life, okay” 

“Whatever, just get over here”

Making a salute, “aye-aye whatever you say, my queen,”

Shaking your head you softly whisper to yourself “stupid” 

Eddie was too busy taking off his shirt and disregarding it on the floor to pay attention to what you were saying–thank god, he would’ve made a whole scene. But now it was your turn to take him in for all his glory, curls ruffled everywhere, cheeks also flushed, tattoos that you can’t wait to put your lips on, kissing each of them, one by one. 

“Babe, are you going to sit there all day or are you going to let me fuck you, hm?” 

“Damn give a woman a chance to appreciate the beauty in life, okay” you retort his words back to him

The corner of his mouth lifts. 

Making his way back to the bed ended abruptly as the palm of your hand made contact with his abdomen, nails lightly scratching at the happy trail that disappears underneath his washed up blue jeans. You look up at him with the most beautiful bedroom eyes, “you forgot one thing” you whispered. He couldn’t move, it’s like he was glued to the floor.

 He was going to say something, literally anything but all his thoughts vanished as soon as he saw the mischievous smile you’re giving him. You kept eye contact with him as your hands unbuttoned the jeans, pulling the zipper down. Your hands brush against his clothed bulge. He sharply inhales at the contact. Pants disregarded to the floor. You push yourself back up the bed and eddie quickly follows after you. 

As your lips meet again, he could taste the sweetness of your lips, the cherry chapstick you always wear that he always loved. He could smell your perfume, a mixture of you and him that made his head swim. The warmth of your body pressed against his had him shivering. Hands everywhere, legs arched beside him, one of his hands cradling your face as the other one is attached to your hip. His clothed erection grinding against you “shit” he panted. “Baby you need to take everything off right. now.” Say no more. Unfortunately, you lightly push him off. Missing his warmth as both of your clothes now are forgotten somewhere in his room. 

Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes, a true fucking art piece oh my god, he thought to himself. There you were, left in nothing but your bra and underwear, staring at him. 

You smile shyly at him, “wh- what, do i have something on me” he doesn’t miss a beat as he shakes his head. “No no it’s just,” nervous eyes looking back at him, he sighs “you have” he kisses your knee “no idea” then your belly “how beautiful” and finally your lips “you are.” You were left breathless and the only thoughts were to bring him down and crash your lips together. 

The tips of his fingers make their way to the clasp, sending goosebumps up your back “may I?” you smile “of course”, He quickly unhooks your bra. “There’s my girls” your feet pushed at his torso, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled it back where it was beside him as he kissed on the valley in between your breasts, basically making you putty in his hands. 

You let out a soft sigh and let your head fall back as he starts biting and sucking on the pink flesh. While the other hand kneeds and twists the bud with his thumb and index finger. “Eddie….please” you whine as you squirm under his touch. With a loud ‘pop’ he removes his mouth from your nipple, your buds hardening by the cool air. He looks up at you with the most beautiful lust blown eyes. 

You whine at the loss of contact. “I know baby, I know…” softly pecking underneath your belly button. He leaves a trail of kisses until he reaches the elastic of your underwear. He pauses and looks up at you. You give him an affirming nod, he gazes lovingly at you as he tugs down the cotton material down your legs. 

His mouth waters at the sight of you, completely bare underneath him. Eddie attacks your lips, sighing into the kiss a little too loudly. His hands wander everywhere on your body, he practically moans at the feeling of your skin on his. Your hands are tangled in his hair again. Legs arched up beside him. He starts to kiss down your body but you quickly pull him back to your lips.

“Let me eat you out”

You shake your head with a smug smile. He whines.

“Come on baby, let me just- let me get you ready”

“No, I just want to feel you eds.” you say bravely.

The total and selfish truth is he wanted to eat you out since he picked you up and saw you in those overalls. Thighs on display, thighs he wanted spread over his shoulders as he buried himself into you, kissing and licking the places you needed him the most as his thumbs ran soothingly over the skin. fuck

“Fine,” he says  “Fuck fine!” he presses a kiss to your cheek.

He hovers over you, long hair tickling the sides of your face. 

Eddie looked you deep in the eyes as his hands reached between you both, he ran the tip of his cock between your folds, you both shivering at the feeling. Hands clutching harder at his hair. “Are you sure you still wanna do this sweetheart?” He searches your eyes for any doubts. You gaze up at him oh-so-lovingly that it makes his heart stop. These moments of you just looking up at him, reassuring him always makes him realize how much he would love to spend an eternity just bickering with you over stupid things, how lucky he is that he’ll scream it from the rooftops–he really would. You give him a gentle smile “of course” you whispered. No doubts. 

Slowly he starts pushing himself into you. Both your mouth parts at the sensation. Eddie stills as his jaw tightens. Eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the feeling of being inside you. “Shit,” he groans. You push your heels to his back as an attempt to make him move. “Eds please I need more,” you whine “I need you.” He leans down and kisses you. His hands grab ahold your thighs, “me too baby, fuck-.” ​​He could feel your soft, warm body underneath him, and he caressed your thighs, while he slowly began to thrust inside of you. “You feel so good babe.” He groaned in your ear as his hips began moving more swiftly. Your nails dug into his skin moans slipping past your lips. 

“Fuck eddie.” You gasp out throwing your head back; he’s quick to lean and suck on your neck, his tongue trailing your warm skin.

Your skin felt like it was on fire every time he touched you but this time it was too much, you felt in a daze. Everything around you disappeared except for eddie, everything eddie eddie eddie. You were so engulfed in just him; his guitar pick that’s gliding against your chest as he thrusts in and out of you, his touch on your thighs making you feel dizzy, the vein that’s prodding out his neck, the sounds he’s making that’s just making you wetter. 

Your hands grapple for a better grip on his broad shoulders. Like he can tell what you’re asking for instead as one of his hands travel from the grip he had on your thighs to clasp atop yours. He tugs it off and presses it against the sheets beside your head, calloused fingers interlacing with yours.

You clutch at his hand, squeezing your intertwined hands together as Eddie goes faster, your moans egging him on. His face drops lowers, warm breath fanning over your face as his other hand tugs your hips back on his cock strongly. He strokes in. Your skin burns warm; back arching up as the nails of your free hands sinks into his back.

“My girl.” He practically coos in your ear. The thought of being his girl makes you mewl and adds more to your burning arousal as you clench around him. He whines. “Baby- nggh” He gathers the strength to muster up a dry laugh “If I knew you had a possessive kink, I would’ve said that a while ago- fuck me.”  Your face heats up a crimson.

“Eddie.” you mewl.

“I know I know” he murmurs. His hand squeezes yours as he gives you a particularly deep thrust, the head of his cock finding the spot inside that makes you squirm. Making your toes curl and the blood in your veins run cold; a long moan drags out your lips and you bury it into his skin. 

“Y’feel so good eds,” you cry softly. Your hips are moving without thought, meeting his thrusts and he moans brokenly when your cunt flutters around him. “You’re doing so good for me baby.” You praise him with a whimper.

Hips stuttering a bit at your words, and the strength to hold himself up falters, more of his weight pressing against you and you welcome it, legs tightening their grip around his waist.

“My girl, my girl, my gorgeous girl- fuck” he breathes out hotly against your neck “eddie please” you whine out. You don’t even know why you are saying please. Probably for him to stop saying “my” anything because you will definitely not last long or perhaps the overwhelmingness of him buried deep inside you, it’s all just too much. 

You bring your hands to the side of his face, getting him out the juncture of your neck. He looks so beautiful like this; his hair disheveled and wild, cheeks rosy, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, button eyes staring back at you. The whole time his motions don’t slow the slightest, keeping the same pace as one of his hands messages your hips. “I love you.” 

Eddie’s cock twitches inside you, paired with a soft moan that Eddie buries into your neck. His thrusts speed up, chasing desperately as he whines, the noise pathetic and whimpery, and he grips your hand tighter. 

“Fuck, I love you too baby.” He says, sloppy kisses planted all over your neck, teeth scraping the now bruised spot, it sends electricity through your body, then he laughs “please tell me you’re close too.”

“I am,” you gasp, head nodding and eyes scrunching closed as the buzz of the heat expands inside you, thighs twitching and clenching around him tighter. “I am, baby, please.”

“C’mon sweetheart” he urges with a pant, voice strained and face wrecked. His other hand travels up, angling your face up so he can see your face and his nose nuzzles against yours. “I know you can do it. Y’gonna be my sweet girl and make a mess on my cock, yeah?”

His tone turns desperate, sticky with bliss “C’mon be sweet for me. Cum for me, baby, please.”

You tense up as his words hook into the coil of your stomach and tug, unraveling it and you with a soft cry. You arch and writhe as the ache in your cunt pulses so deliciously, pleasure flooding every nerve. Eddie fucks you through your own orgasm, as well as his own shortly after yours. 

He releases a desperate moan which dissolves into a kiss, soft lips scrapping yours. His hips move a bit slower, jerky motions, as he clenches your hand tightly. His forehead presses against your forehead “see, I told you, most. mind. blowing. sex. Better than all the sex dreams I had” voice raspy as he grins affectionately at you. 

You weekly push him off you. He lands next you with an oomph “why must you ruin every moment we have” you say lightheartedly. Eddie turns on his side as his arm anchors him up “can’t help it baby” his free hand glides underneath the covers and pulls you closer by the hips. “Of course you can’t.” 

The room now smelling of sex and filled with comfortable silence as you both lay next to each other in awe. Eddie - of course - breaks the silence “so,” a cheeky smile making its way onto his lips “you said you love me.” You purse your lips together trying to fight the smile as you meekly say “I did, yes.”

He smirks “I’m just surprised,” 

“Why?”

“Well, I for sure thought I was going to say it first, like- do you know the many times I almost blurted it out and said it?”

You shake your head giggling

“No baby, I'm so serious, it was really bad, there was that one time you had the flu and you coughed all over my jacket and you kept on apologizing but all I was thinking is how I can form the words “I love you”.”

The lovely response you were about to give to him was cut short as you were brought back to that memory and you gasp “wait- eddie, you jackass! You made me feel bad by giving me that ugly ass look the whole time and you said “ew.” ”

“Okay well you coughed up a loogie on me sweetheart, so sorry for reacting humanly”

You roll your eyes “when do you ever react humanly” 

“Well,” he kisses your interlocked hands “mostly with you, but I beg of you to not tell that little shit Henderson, he’ll be teasing me for weeks.”  

You smirk mischievously at him “and what if I did?” His gaze turns a familiar cold “now,” the hold he has on your hips tightens. “You wouldn’t do that,” He presses sloppy kisses to your neck as he hovers over you. Slowly he makes his way under the covers, kissing the inside of your thighs, bringing you and the sheets down. You whimper as Eddie’s nose grazes your already sensitive clit. He removes the covers from his head “would you baby?” Not being able to get a proper response out, “that’s what I thought.” He’s already making his way under the covers where he drags his tongue through your folds.

You still told dustin afterwards, shortly after though, you were “punished” with your fingers tugging Eddie's hair as he was buried in your thighs.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #smut #fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

[stellaluna33]

I've noticed something that I think is weird, or at least interesting. When AYITL came out, a not insignificant number of people responded to the idea of Rory wanting to write about life with her mom with something like, "OMG. Rory thinks her life is interesting enough that people will want to read about it? That's SOOO conceited! OMG how embarrassing for her!" Or embarrassment that ASP would think that essentially the plot of her own show would be "a cool story" that people would be interested in. But like... Why? Clearly a lot of people ARE interested in that story, because otherwise this show wouldn't be so freaking beloved. Like, the only reason that Revival existed in the first place was that ENOUGH PEOPLE WERE INTERESTED IN THAT STORY (whether they liked the outcome or not is a different thing). So why were people acting like it was such an unrealistic or presumptuous thing?

I mean, is the idea kind of cheesy? Yeah. But people seemed so disdainful and OFFENDED by the idea that Rory herself would think that her life was worth writing about (even though those people had been following that "story" themselves for literal years), and it makes me wonder about this expectation we have of people, but maybe especially women, to be somehow confident but also self-effacing. This sort of false modesty we're expected to show. "Oh, there's nothing interesting about ME, tee-hee!" we're expected to say. You could have a long-running, successful TV show, but you're somehow supposed to pretend you're not AWARE of that? You're not supposed to take it at face-value, apparently? You're SUPPOSED to act surprised every time, like, "Oh! Do people LIKE this silly little story I wrote? Oh, they couldn't POSSIBLY! I'm just SOOOO boring." Is that what we're supposed to say?

And it's interesting to me that they even (intentionally even?) attempted to sidestep this issue by having the idea come from a FRIEND first, and not even Rory herself! The idea came from someone ELSE telling Rory that her relationship with her mother was "a cool story" that people would be interested in reading, but RORY is the one called "conceited" for... believing him, apparently? I don't know.

I'm well aware that the show has its issues and that some people only watch it for the side characters and DON'T care about the main characters, but I still think it's weird that people thought it was "presumptuous" for the writers of a very popular show to... think that people find the plot of their very popular show "interesting."

#Gilmore Girls #AYITL #Rory Gilmore #And like. Why is it ok for Jo March to write about her family and for that to be her 'passion project' #But not Rory. Oh no. SHE'S 'conceited'

[choism]

The Romance Section | l.sm [REUPLOADED]

Customer!Seokmin x Bookstore Employee!gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: In which you meet a stranger in a bookstore that loves romance novels just as much as you do

Warnings: None! Pure fluff

A/N: This is another reupload from my old blog @/huiranghaes! This work is mine and is NOT stolen or plagiarized. This fic was inspired by A Very Lush Holidays by @leejungchans my now beloved mutual and was proofread by Morgyn and Ae

Today was as boring as ever.

Your shifts always tend to go by slowly, only a few customers entering your small bookshop a day, but today seemed to be the worst. It was already 5pm and you have yet to see a single person enter today. Yeah, the store was fairly new and kind of in an obscure area, but it was the only bookshop around for at least 20 miles, do people not read books anymore?

Today felt like a failure, like all your hard work arranging the book displays to look pretty and your coworkers' cute bookshop design on the store window was all for naught.

“Oh cheer up y/n! I’m sure someone will come in eventually, we don’t close until 7pm anyway.” Your coworker nudges your side, her happy smile making you feel a bit better. She has always been a happy go lucky person, seeing the glass half full and wanting to bring out the best in people. You adored her attitude but on days like this you just couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate those joyful feelings.

“Yeah, watch someone walk through that door 15 minutes before closing.” You roll your eyes. Normal people take their time perusing the selection of genres, trying to pick out a book that fits them, but there’s always someone who has to do this at the last possible minute. You push yourself off the counter and make your way to the back of the store to grab some more books for restocking.

Your coworker follows you to the back of the store. “Yeah but a customer is a customer right?” She bends down to pick up a box labeled ‘Romance’ and you take it from her. “Sure I guess you're right.” You give her a half hearted smile and head back to the main part of the shop, making your way to the romance novel section.

You begin stocking the shelves, maybe even glancing at some paragraphs of the books to see what you may want to read later. This section had always been your favorite, you enjoyed getting lost in the fantasies of a fictional relationship. While you knew that something as cheesy as finding your soulmate in an uncanny encounter would ever happen to you, you still admired the idea.

These novels were completely unrealistic and seemingly frivolous but it’s always nice to imagine a world where soulmates exist. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll find that tall handsome brunette with a gorgeous big nose. But there is no way that could ever happen, right? You catch yourself daydreaming and continue to stock the shelves. There may be no customers but stocking is still important.

Time passes by slowly as you make your way to the end of the romance shelf, and as you reach up to the top shelf to place a book you hear the door chime ring, signaling you that a customer has entered the store.

The sudden chime startles you and you drop the book on your head. You rub your head where the book hit you and curse at the sudden customer startling you. “Welcome in!” You hear your coworker yell as you assume the customer peruses the front of the store. You glance at the clock and of course, just as you had predicted earlier, it’s around 15 minutes from closing.

You let out a huff as you pick the book off the ground and reach for the top shelf again but you can’t really reach the top shelf anyway. You’re on your tippy toes trying to stretch to the shelf when the customer comes behind you and takes the book out of your hand, placing it gently in the empty space.

“Having trouble?” The stranger chuckles. You look up at him unamused, but when your eyes meet, you feel your heart catch in your throat. “Uh, well I… N-no.” It was like the man you had described just moments ago was summoned by god. Coincidence? Yeah probably, but you were feeling more hopeful than that. You were looking for a witty comment but couldn’t think of one, you were too distracted by how unbelievably attractive this man was.

Were you annoyed that he came in late? Absolutely. Did you forgive him immediately because his face was carved by angels? Of course. He laughed again and wow, even his laugh was perfect. “Right, because I totally didn’t hear a book drop on the ground when I came in.” You avert his gaze and huff through your nose.

“Anyway, can I help you?” You change the subject, the last thing you need is a customer to make fun of you, and right before closing at that. He moves past you and looks at the rows of books, before turning his head back towards you. “Actually yeah, I was wondering what new romance novels have come out recently.” He runs his finger along the spine of a few books.

“Yeah I just restocked the new arrivals! What kind of trope are you looking for?” You ask. It’s rare that a man is into romance books, so his interest piques yours. “I was looking for maybe enemies to lovers, I haven’t read one of those in a while.”

A huge smile runs across your face and you visibly get excited, startling him a bit. Little did he know, enemies to lovers was your specialty. “That’s actually one of my favorite tropes! We just got in this book, a new series by one of my favorite authors!” You hand him the book and he checks it out.

Unbeknownst to you, this handsome stranger was analyzing you this entire time. He wasn’t expecting such a beautiful person like you to be stocking the romance shelves of this small niche store. 

You mentioning his favorite author makes him swallow a sudden lump in his throat, he is really glad Wonwoo recommended this bookstore, even though he went through hell and highwaters to get here. 

A forty five minute drive from his apartment to be exact, they say curiosity killed the cat, but in this case the cat falls in love instead.

“This is one of my favorite authors too! I really liked their previous series, the ending was insane!” He laughs. Man his laugh was like listening to angels sing.

As he laughs you take the chance to analyze his facial features. Everytime he smiled his eyes would turn upwards as if they were smiling as well, and his actual smile was breathtaking. His jaw was so well defined you were sure it could be registered as a weapon and don’t even get you started on his nose.

Chiseled by the gods themselves you swear, such a deep bridge and so pointed and defined, you just want to kiss it. Wait, back up, kiss it? Were you fully falling for this handsome stranger? You only met him 10 minutes ago, how could this be? 

Before you could question your emotions even further, he snaps you back to reality by waving a hand in front of your face. “Hello? I asked how much the book is.” Your face turns a bit red from embarrassment and you quickly respond.

“Oh sorry, I can get your total up front.” You walk quickly towards the checkout counter and he follows behind. You can see your coworker lurking in the back of the store, curious and probably eavesdropping.

He examines every little detail of you as you walk towards the cash register. The way you have a bounce in your walk makes him smile brightly, but he notices your coworker staring and snickering at his reaction, and his face flushes pink.

He places the book on the counter and rummages for his wallet in his bag. You ring up the book and secretly place a small discount on the book but don’t tell him that, obviously. “Okay so your total is-” You look up from the computer and catch him placing a small piece of paper with words and numbers scribbled on it underneath the tip jar.

He freezes dead in his track and his ears light up a bright red. “I, um well, this is…” The stranger hurriedly slams a $20 on the counter before you can even say the total. He grabs the books and runs out of the store, the chime of the door ringing in his wake.

Your coworker starts to laugh maniacally and emerges from the back of the store.”He sure left in a hurry.” She snorts. You glare at her and take the piece of paper and read it.

‘I didn’t know how to tell you this in person, but I find you very attractive and your love of books fascinates me

Maybe we can run into each other in the sci-fi section next time ;)

- Seokmin

You feel your face get hot and your heart skip a beat. He found you attractive? You just met, though. Your coworker peers over your shoulder and giggles. ‘Oooo an admirer! Isn’t that exciting!”

“Shut up and start closing the store!”

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svthub #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin fluff #dk x reader #dk fluff #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fluff #svt x reader #svt fluff #wow my old writing is cringe lmaooo

[echo-stimmingrose]

Big Three Cousins Movie Night

(and nicknames)

Nico: *arriving* Hey, Pine Cone.

Thalia: Sup ghostie boy.

Nico: Where's Percy?

Thalia: Not here yet. Did you bring snacks?

Nico: Of course.

Thalia: Please tell me you brought more than just fruit snacks.

Nico: Oh please like I'd share my fruit snacks with you. I brought popcorn, M&Ms for you and blue gummy worms for Ocean Boy.

Thalia: Good then, I brought the sleeping bags and pillows.

Nico: The good ones?

Thalia: Of course! The hunters of Artemis only carry the best of sleeping equipment!

Nico: *mumbles* Only good thing about them.

Thalia: What was that, Death Boy?

Nico: Nothing.

Thalia: That's what I thought.

Nico: *growing impatient* Where is, Corn chip?

Thalia: I'm sorry.... Are you referring to Percy?

Nico: Yes. All he's been eating are fucking corn chips!

Thalia: Are they blue corn chips?

Nico: What kind of question is that?

Thalia: Yeah that was dumb. Of course they're blue!

Nico: Duh!

Thalia: But uh... Why are you so mad about his blue corn chips.

Nico: Because he's a fucking hypocrite! He told on me to Will when I was only eating fruit snacks but now he won't eat anything except the corn chips!

Thalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then....

Nico: *rambling* and corn chips aren't even that good! Potato chips are so much better! At least they have flavor! He doesn't even dip them in anything he just eats them plain!

Thalia: Yes that is absolutely despicable of him. I mean, the nerve of some people!

Nico: Shut up, Birds Nest.

Thalia: Hey I was the whole tree, not just a birds nest.

Nico: I was referring to your hair.

Thalia: Wow, you're almost as much of a bitch as Sea Horse is.

Nico: Please, no one can compete with him on the bitchiest. Speaking of, where is Surfer Dude. He wants us to spend time together and then he's late!

Percy: *walks in*

Thalia: There's The Walking Wet Floor Sign!

Nico: *snorts* That's a new one.

Thalia: I know, it's great isn't it?

Nico: I still like "fish face"

Percy: Really guys? I just got here and you're already insulting me.

Nico: No that's wrong, we were insulting you before you got here.

Thalia: Are all fish this late to their own movie night?

Percy: At least I'm not a flightless bird.

Nico: A flightless bird and the nest all in one!

Thalia: Okay we better get the movie started before I commit two first degree murders!

Nico: Actually it would be second degree. For first degree you'd have to have premeditated, meaning you planned it. Second degree would apply here since you're doing it out of anger and in the heat of the moment.

Thalia and Percy: *no words*

Nico: *casual as can be* Also if you kill me my glow stick boyfriend will kill you so make your next move wisely.

Percy: Do I wanna ask....?

Thalia: Probably not.

Nico: I've met a lot of serial killers.

Percy: You were right, I shouldn't have asked.

Thalia: Uh huh... Moving right along! What movies did you bring, Whale Man?

Percy: Well Sparky, I brought a few I thought we could agree on.

Nico: Okay but no zombie movies!!!

Thalia: Why the fuck not? Those are the best?

Percy: Are you scared of zombie movies?

Nico: No, they're just so unrealistic it pisses me off. And no slashers either!

Thalia: Oh I am with you on that one! It's always some girl who always runs towards the killer!

Nico: Right! And it's always so predictable who the killer is.

Percy: Okay..... I've got some comedies.

Nico: No, I never understand like half of the jokes.

Thalia: You think that's cause of the Autism or the 70 years in the casino thing?

Nico: Not sure.

Thalia: You got any Romance?

Percy:.... You hate romance movies.....

Thalia: Yes but I do enjoy making fun of them.

Nico: I agree, that's a comedy I can enjoy.

Percy: No we are not watching a movie just to make fun of it.

Thalia: Why not? That's why we watched The Bee Movie.

Nico: He doesn't want to cause he enjoys cheesy romance movies.

Percy: How about a Sci-Fi movie?

Nico: Sure.

Thalia: No.

Percy: Okay... Apocalyptic?

Nico: No.

Percy: We could watch an ocean documentary.

Thalia: Only you would enjoy that.

Percy: Hey, I can understand what all of the sea creatures say, it's like an underwater soap opera.

Nico: But only you can understand.

Percy: Fine.. what about-?

Thalia: It's useless, were never going to agree.

Nico: Wanna watch the usual?

Thalia and Percy: *nods*

Percy: *puts on Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs*

#multiple popcorn fights happen by the end of the night #big three kids #big three chaos #chaos cousins #movie night #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #ice age #dawn of the dinosaurs

[winchester-girl67]

Don’t Say A Word (Part 18)

Summary: Y/N takes Dean on a detour when he's released from the hospital.

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader 

Word Count: 2,443

Rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI)

Warnings: language, SMUT, protected sex, p in v, unrealistic sex (since Dean is still injured), mentions of injury, kissing/cudding, cheesy/gross pick-up lines, mature themes, fluff

A/N: This part is 18+ (minors DNI). You can also skip this part without missing any of the story if that’s not your thing. (Smut is outlined by ***). First attempt at writing smut, I almost deleted this part altogether... but this is an enemies-to-lovers fic... so here it is. Also, some pick up lines actually are from google. Enjoy!

_____

"You missed the turn, sweetheart." Dean commented when you drove past the street he'd told you to turn on a couple of lights back. 

"Oh?" You cocked your brow and bit back a smirk. 

"It's okay, you can take this left too." He said, but you sped up instead and giggled at him when he frowned. "Uh, what's going on?" 

"Left turns are hard, I'll take a right up here." 

"That would be going in the opposite direction." When you did in fact take a right, he asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Just sit there and look pretty, we're almost there." You grinned, looking over at him and chewing on your lip. 

"Y/N, what's gotten into you-" Dean chuckled, but you cut him off, pushing your index finger to his lips and glancing back at the road. 

"Shhh... Not another word, Winchester." 

You drove him away from the city, until the road signs were few and far between and the Impala was surrounded by evergreens whipping by. It wasn't a long drive and halfway down a gravel country road, you slowed and pulled into a small dirt niche with a dock, next to the lake. Dean had told you about this spot during his stay at the hospital, promising to bring you here for a picnic and fishing one day soon. But you got too excited to wait.

The spot was private and peaceful when you cut the engine and you turned to Dean, who was already staring at you with warmth in his eyes. You cracked open the windows, hearing the chirping of songbirds echo along the water's edge amongst the rippling waves. The smile on your face grew as you stared back at him.

Dean raised his brow in question since he was still following orders not to speak. 

You laughed and shrugged playfully, "Thought it was about time I gave you a taste of your own medicine and kidnap you."

"You're not gonna tie me up, are you?" He wet his lips with a glint in his eye.

"Not this time," you teased, inching over to him. 

Dean held his breath when you brushed your lips against his in a barely there kiss, pulling away slowly as he chased your lips. You giggled when he fisted your shirt and tugged you back in, fuelling the lust in his eyes when you met him halfway, kissing him whole-heartedly this time. It got needy fast; your lips bruised against his as his palm held the back of your head and you let him direct the kiss, showing you he was ready for more. 

You sighed and broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his as you bunched up your maxi skirt and carefully lifted your knee to straddle him. You sat higher, practically on his knees since you were afraid to touch his stomach and hurt him. Dean noticed and pecked your lips, his rough hands finding their way to your bare thighs and caressing your smooth skin. 

"Does it hurt? Because we don't have to do this right now." You sucked on your lip, your hand sliding down from his shoulder to his chest, well above the injury. "I can drive us back to your place instead, make dinner, or order dinner and we can watch something stupid on TV, or if you'd rather be alone-" 

"Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than a lazy evening with you, apart from this moment and I'm not ready for it to end. You won't hurt me, but I need to know this is what you want too." He said, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear. 

"I kidnapped you, remember, of course I want you." You smiled sweetly at him and glanced down at his stomach again. "How do we... do this? Without hurting you, I mean." 

"Well, it won't be exactly the way I imagined but I'm sure we can make it work." Dean admitted, red creeping up his neck and into his cheeks with the look you gave him. 

"You imagined it?"

"Shut up," he said sheepishly, squeezing your thighs with his strong fingers. You jumped when he touched a ticklish spot and he chuckled. "Of course, I did. You are so beautiful... and sexy... and smart... and badass... and stubborn... and bossy... and you always think you're right-" He breathed in your ear between the kisses he placed to your lips, cheek and neck. 

"Hey, what happened to the compliments?" You cut him off and whined, throwing your head back when he dragged his tongue over your pulse point. 

He mumbled against the skin right below your ear, "Those were compliments. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you, Y/N. You're perfect. What's-her-name's got nothing on you."

"You mean Auburn?"

"Couldn't hold a torch to you, sweetheart. You have no idea how thankful I am that I picked you up instead of her." He panted lightly and you pressed your lips to his forehead. 

"Oh so, that's what we're calling it now? That you picked me up?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and grinning at him. "If that's the case, I would've thought you could come up with a better line than 'Don't say a word', kinda creepy." 

"Alright, how about this one then? Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favourite." 

"...Not gonna lie, I kinda like that one." 

His hands travelled a little further up your thighs, sliding down to cup each cheek with a full palm. You shifted, feeling a warmth spreading in your centre and Dean chewed on his lip as if he felt the same heat. 

"You've been under my skin since I met you, now it's my turn." He said, unable to keep a straight face and you instantly scrunched up yours, your eyes widening with disbelief. 

"Wow! You're lucky you're injured, otherwise I'd toss you on your ass for saying something as gross as that." 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. How about I give you a kiss and if you don't like it, you can return it." He said and you let him mold his lips to yours slowly. 

"Are you coming up with these on the spot?"

"Google," he admitted, pulling his phone out from where he'd hid it under his leg. 

"You're really adorable, sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" He winked and you shrugged, biting back a smile. "I'll take it," he grinned wide enough to show off his pearly whites, inching his lips towards yours again. 

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Dean's fingers toyed with the lace hem on your cotton panties before he gripped you firmly and tugged you so you slid down from his knees and into his lap. The thin material of the sweats he wore did little to disguise how hard he was becoming between your legs and you moaned when he attached his lips to the top of your breasts that peeked out of your low cut shirt.

He pushed the sleeve of your shirt and strap of your bra down your arm, clamping his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and easing the sting with his tongue. Trailing needy kisses along your collarbone and over every inch of your exposed chest as you arched your back into him. Heat building in your stomach as his breath tickled your skin and you let out another soft moan.

Dean pushed your other sleeve down, bunching your shirt and bra around your waist and below your breasts as you pulled your arms free. He traced a nipple with his thumb and it budded at the sensation.

He sighed, “...so beautiful.”

He took a moment and released a heavy breath that littered your body with goosebumps as he admired your half naked form. His sharp teeth sank into his bottom lip and you shivered under his gaze. His green eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

"You okay?" He asked, tracing your curves with his fingertips until one hand came up to cup your face. His other moving under your panties until his fingers met your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded and he frowned, "Words, sweetheart."

"...Yes," you managed to breathe out, pulling a smug smirk out of Dean. 

He licked his lips before dragging them down your neck and chest, placing hot wet kisses over your breasts and sucking a nipple into his warm mouth. It sent a jolt through your body and you sighed shakily as you pressed into him.

He pulled away when you tugged at his own shirt, raising his arms and letting you remove it and throw it into the backseat. The shirt fell over the head of the grumpy teddy bear that Sam had given him, effectively covering its eyes from what was finally about to happen.

Your gaze dropped to the stitches and tape on his stomach, and you worried your lip for a second before he caught your eye. 

"S'okay, it doesn't hurt." He said, kissing you sweetly. You traced your fingertips over his tummy around the wound and deepened the kiss until you heard him groan, pulling away to gauge his discomfort. His pupils were blown with lust and he smiled at you as he wet his lips, "I'm not made of glass, Y/N, you can't break me."

You checked his eyes once more, then let yourself embrace the desire, losing yourself in the heat and hunger that radiated from him. You lifted yourself just enough to be able to manoeuvre him out of his sweats and reached into your purse to pull out a condom. You ripped the foil open with your teeth before Dean grabbed it away and put it on himself.

You slid your panties aside and positioned yourself against him, lining him up with your centre. Then you sank down on top of him, letting him push into you gently until he was all the way inside. Dean groaned and clutched your waist like he needed a minute and you dropped your forehead to his shoulder, waiting for the intensity to turn to pleasure. You whimpered and pressed a kiss to his freckled skin as you savoured one more long moment to adjust.

Once you felt ready and Dean's grip eased up, you pecked another kiss to the same spot and rocked your hips back and forth experimentally. Dean groaned in pleasure, delighting in you taking control as you continued to move your hips, all slow and gentle like with just enough friction. You didn't want to put too much strain on his injury, after all.

His hand trailed up your side until his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could look into your Y/E/C eyes. It was a look of raw unadulterated passion. One you were sure your expression matched as you rolled your hips into his. He held your gaze for as long as he could until he grunted and pulled you in for a needy kiss. It was hot and intense, but it grew softer with the need to breathe and you broke the kiss to pant against his lips.

Your thighs were burning and you bit your lip trying to keep your rhythm. Dean noticed you slow and began thrusting up to meet each bounce, gripping your hips as he helped guide your movements. Pushing his physical boundaries as much as he dared until you were trembling around him as he brought you over the edge. You moaned in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body into him. The thin layer of sweat coating your bodies mixed together and your high continued as you grinded into him.

"Fuck,” he groaned, his muscles tensing and his arms locking around you, pulling you flush to him and keeping you there. He stilled as he came and for a minute the only sound in the Impala was a collective panting as you both came down from your highs.

"Did I hurt you?" You asked when you felt his hold relax. Your limbs like putty around him as you clung to his freckled shoulders.

"No, Y/N. That was perfect, thank you." He said and attached his lips to yours.

"Did you just thank me?"

"Shut up," Dean chuckled sheepishly against your lips, kissing you again and holding you close. "You can kidnap me anytime you want, sweetheart... Can I drive now, though?”

“Not a chance, Winchester.” You shook your head, lifting yourself off of him and plopping down into the driver’s seat. You tugged your shirt and bra up and back into place, giving him your most mischievous grin when you saw his disappointment. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He sighed, wetting his lips as he removed the condom and tucked himself away.

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“Actually, I’m pretty sure you’re the lucky one. You did just get the girl after all.” You said with a wink. 

“That’s true, I did get her and she’s pretty damn amazing.” His green eyes sparkled at you in the light of the sun setting.

Time passes fast when you’re having fun.

“You’re not so bad yourself, for a bodyguard.” You teased and reached into the backseat to fetch his shirt. You didn't want him testing those stitches anymore than he already had.

“Executive Protection Agent.” He corrected, trying to hold a hard expression that you saw right through.

You gave him a satiated smile and a wiggle of your brows as you sucked your lip between your teeth. Dean grinned, his eyes mapping your features like he was afraid you would disappear and he'd forget your face.

You started up the engine and pulled the car out onto the road, heading back towards the city. He sighed and tugged on his shirt, then leaned his head on your shoulder with his face pressed into your hair and you felt his breath cascade over your skin. You shivered when he placed a kiss to the crook of your neck and hummed.

There had been a lot of back and forth and there was no doubt you would fight again. But now that you knew things could end differently, you didn't mind and leaned your cheek against the top of his head.

You cared about each other more than either of you let on and neither one of you had to say a thing to know that was true. You were content to feel it in the way he felt you. The way he kissed you, held you, breathed in your scent. You never felt anything as strong before, you never wanted anything as bad before and you would fight for it. For him, any way that you had to.

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A/N: This series is complete.

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[imjulia-andilikecats]

just read ur cal tiktok post (and absolutely loved), but i’m dying over mares username being lightningmarequeen💀 it’s so in character though

Mare would put the most random stuff together cause she sees no point in making an effort 💁‍♀️ (and we love her for it ✨️).

Also, Kilorn definitely encouraged her to use it cause he thought it would be stupid funny. Then after a few weeks start to wonder why she hasn't changed her username yet.

PART 2 of Cal's Tik Tok Account and His Quest to Mare's Heart

Cal doesn't mind the username, he loves Mare's humor and going out to have coffee with her.

Which they did go on a date....along with Maven.

Who explained that he wanted to try the cafe's new roasted beans and would leave once he has his drink.

Cal agreed, he can't say no to his baby brother and maybe Mare would be comfortable having Maven accompany them for a while.

After they all got their drinks and a few slices of cake, Maven casually shoved himself between him and Mare. Immediately start chatting with his date.

Cal also chipped in the conversation, making Mare cutely snort at his cheesy jokes.

But then, his brother would switch into topics that only he and Mare would know. Leaving him out and making him feel a bit awkward.

Whenever he tried to lightly remind Maven that he was suppose to go home. Maven would just give him a sheepish smile and say, "Ten more minutes, brother."

After thirty minutes, Maven was still sitting between him and his future wife date. He was busy talking about how unrealistic the plot was and the show poorly adapted their source material. While offering Mare a bite of his cake, since she was nearly finished with her donut.

That small gesture summoned a tiny, jealous demon in his chest. It's voice screeching in anger.

Ca loves his brother but at that moment, he just wanted to throw him out the window along with damned coffee.

"Thanks Maven, but I want some piece of that instead." Mare leaned to the side. Peeking over Maven's should, as she pointed at his barely touched vanilla cake.

Maven paused. Dead silent for a moment.

Turning his head towards him. "Oh my, you're still here?"

Cal raised both his brows at his brother's question.

He opened his mouth, ready for a snippy remark. Only for Mare cut him off.

"Well. Of course, he is still here."

Mare tilted to the side. Her bright face and warm brown eyes finally facing him. "I have a date with him after all ." Tipping her head at his direction.

Cal's heart soared.

Maven looked at Mare for a moment. His brows slightly furrowed, confused and...even hurt?

But his expression didn't stayed that long. Maven quickly stood up, his half-finished coffee in hand. "Ah right."

Maven turned toward the exist, but paused to ask Mare. "You do know we have homework in History, right?"

Mare continued, while taking her final bite of her donut. "To be submitted on Monday."

"Don't you need any help?" Maven offered, his expression hopeful.

It only met with Mare's laid back response. "You do know that History is my favorite."

Maven smirked, lacking any humor as he teased. "I almost forgot that you are lame."

Mare laughed warmly and winked at him. "Said the teacher's pet."

His baby brother's expression softened. "See you on Monday."

Cal watched them both quietly. They sure are close... Anyway, at least Mavey's going home.

He was lost in his thoughts when he noticed Mare's stealthy hand pulling his cake towards her.

Cal reached for his plate. Hoping to stop this lovely thief from stealing his cake, as she already stole his heart.

"Thief." He said softly. Watching her grin at him, with his cake in her hands.

"Obviously." She replied. Looking at him, as she took a mouthful of cake to her full lips.

She then offered him a bite of his cake and somehow it tasted sweeter.

#red queen #mare barrow #glass sword #war storm #king's cage #cal calore #maven calore #old meme #random #tiberias vii calore #marecal #mareven #maven iliketocockblockmyolderbrother calore #mare iwanttohaveapieceofcalscake barrow #cal ijustwanttostartafamilywiththisamazinggirlbutmybabybrothercanttakeahint calore

[eliemo]

Running Through the Airport Kind of Love

Little Superbat fic I wrote tonight because they're soft and Bruce deserves to be a secret sap

“That’s stupid.” 

Clark resisted the urge to roll his eyes, settling instead for sending his boyfriend a wry, exasperated look. Bruce didn’t even glance at him, eyes glued to the movie he’d spent the last hour and a half ruthlessly critiquing. 

And sure, it was an old cheesy romcom, not exactly something that required a whole lot of concentration and certainly not something he and Bruce would usually turn on, but after the week he’d had Clark just wanted something mindless to fill the silence while he let himself unwind. 

Bruce had been busy with a case, and Clark had expected him to be too caught up in his own head to even notice there was something playing. 

Evidently not. He’d spent nearly the entire time pointing out every little flaw, every plot hole, every contradiction of this poor movie that had probably come out before he was even a teenager. 

It was, Clark reluctantly admitted to himself, a little endearing and worlds more entertaining than the movie itself. 

“It’s not stupid,” Clark argued, only half paying attention to the predictably sappy scene on the screen. “It’s romantic.” 

“Running through the airport for someone is not romantic,” Bruce said. “It’s obsessive and creepy.” 

“I don’t think you and your contingency plans are in any place to talk about obsessive and creepy.” 

Bruce scowled, but his focus stayed firmly fixated on the movie. “It’s a ridiculous trope.” 

“It’s a grand romantic gesture.” 

“It’s unrealistic,” Bruce insisted. “The airport. You can’t get past security without a boarding pass. You’d have to buy a ticket just to get to any of the terminals.” 

Clark glanced at him. “Have you ever even flown commercially?” 

“A few times,” Bruce admitted, his voice clipped, not bothering to hide his displeasure at the fact. “I prefer to fly myself. I don’t like airports.” 

“I know, B.” 

“The Batwing is faster than any commercial airline.” 

“Uh huh.” 

“I wouldn’t run through the airport,” Bruce continued, like his distaste of this romantic trope was a hill he needed to die on. “I wouldn’t go to an airport at all. It’s a stupid idea. I wouldn’t even be able to find their flight.” 

This time Clark gave into the urge and rolled his eyes, turning back to the movie. “You could ask.” 

“That ruins the point of showing up unannounced,” Bruce said. “I’d have to get through the gates, I’d have to know what time their flight was, what terminal- it’s insane.” 

“It’s just a movie, Bruce,” Clark said, doing his best to hide the amused smile he couldn’t quite suppress. “Believe it or not, some people actually like this kind of stuff.” 

“It’s ridiculous,” Bruce muttered again, crossing his arms. “I’d do it for you, obviously. But still.” 

“You—” It took Clark a moment to register the words, the meaning, but when he did he felt that familiar pleasant tug at his heart, doing nothing to stop the grin spreading across his face, that light giddy feeling Bruce managed to pull from him at the most unexpected times spreading across his chest. All he could manage was a soft, “Oh,” 

Bruce finally turned to him, eyebrow raised, scanning his face almost skeptically. “What?”

“No, it’s just…” he trailed off, smile softening as he reached forward to take Bruce’s hand in his own, squeezing gently. “That’s very sweet, B.” 

Bruce just grunted, eyes dropping to his lap, but there was color dancing along his cheeks now. “I’d end the world for you. I can handle getting past airport security.” 

Clark just laughed, soft and easy, letting their hands rest where they were, warm and intertwined. “You’re adorable.”

“Hn.” He turned his attention back to the movie, the next few moments passing in comfortable silence before he spoke again. “I still think it’s stupid when they do it in the movies.” 

“It is a little.” 

“They might let me through security without a boarding pass,” Bruce mused, ignoring Clark’s chuckling. “Especially the Gotham Airport.” 

Clark gave up on watching the rest of the movie, turning his full attention to his boyfriend. “They might.” 

“Well,” Bruce said, leaning back against the couch cushions. “We’ll just have to see if you ever decide to run away and catch an impromptu flight across the country.” 

“I can fly, Bruce,” Clark reminded him, raising their joined hands to place a chaste kiss to Bruce’s knuckles. He smiled, catching blue eyes before softly adding, “And I’m not going anywhere without you.”

#superbat #superbat fic #bruce wayne #clark kent #batman #superman #superman x batman #bruce wayne x clark kent #theyre in love #bruce is a sap and i will die on this hill #hes just emotionally stunted #bruce and clark would run through an airport for each other and it means everything to me #also haha gay people #dc comics #dc #writing #fanfiction #yes this is loosely based on that one fleabag scene

[iridescent-petrichor]

pull me in the deep end, now, chapter two

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: none!

Words: 1.1K

Previous Chapter

A/N: honestly wasn’t at all planning a second chapter to this but people seemed to want one and i actually really like this with a second part so i hope u guys like it too !!

“And you still really have to ask her out.”

“I know,” Steve sighed, “I know.”

“Okay!” You ran back to the counter where Steve and Robin stood. “All clocked in, ready to attend to the crowd of customers awaiting my arrival!” With sarcasm dripping in your voice, you gestured to the empty store, grinning up at Steve.

“Yeah, how could we hold down the fort without you?” Robin gave you a wry smile before turning to the back room. “Anyhow, I am going to do some… important things… in the back. You two can hang out up here. Alone.” She whispered something to Steve, who swatted at her as she walked off.

Steve glanced at you, before turning his gaze back to the front of the store.

“So…”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the counter before looking back up at Steve. “So…?”

“So, uh,” He follows your movement, resting his arms on the counter, moving closer to you. He continued not to look at you, glancing around the room instead. “Would you, maybe-“

The bell on the door rang, and you perked up at the customer that had entered, turning on the customer service version of yourself to tend to the woman who’d walked in. She muttered something about needing a movie her daughter was raving about, and you managed to find what she was looking for after only five agonizingly slow minutes. You let Steve ring her up, still standing by the romcom section as she left. The second she was out the door, you grabbed a movie off the shelf and approached the counter, sliding it to Steve with a smile.

“Best movie of the year.” You said, going back to leaning over the counter, watching Steve pick up and inspect the movie you’d chosen.

“This movie is so cheesy, Y/N.” He set it back down, sliding it over to you with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh, come on, it’s so cute! One of the best romcoms to date!” You picked up the movie, carefully setting it back into its rightful spot before taking your place in front of Steve once more.

“Romcoms in general are so cheesy!” Steve argued, a smile spreading across his face. “They’re so lame, it’s always so unrealistic!”

You shook your head lightly, looking up at him. “But don’t you just love it? The idea of being wanted… being loved?”

He stared back at you, an unreadable expression on his face. It took everything in your power to keep your cool with the lack of distance between the two of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” His voice was soft in a way that tugged on your heart, a half-smile on his face.

His gaze lingered on you for another couple moments, before you remembered he was going to say something.

“Hey, what were you gonna ask me before that customer came in?” You asked, very aware of the way his face grew red, moving back slightly.

“Oh, that,” He glanced around the store, suddenly looking everywhere but you. “Yeah- uh, yeah, that, uh, I was just- y’know-“

“Spit it out, dingus!” Robin’s voice made you both jump, turning to see her standing against the doorway to the back room. Steve gave her a look, and she retreated back to whatever she was doing, a wide grin on her face.

He turned back to you with a sheepish smile, laughing awkwardly.

“She’s uh- she’s quite the character, huh?” He pointed halfheartedly in the direction she went, trying to play off the tension in the room.

You didn’t say anything, instead staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish what he was saying. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you couldn’t help but barely bite back a grin, your heart skipping a beat when you made eye contact with him.

“Are you… by chance… free?” He managed to spit out.

You stifled a laugh, heart beating out of your chest - you wouldn’t be surprised if Steve could hear it, too.

“Free… when?”

Steve snapped out of the daze he seemed to be in, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Oh- uh, 7? I’ll pick you up?”

“I’d like that.” You said, unable to contain the wide smile on your face.

“Okay. I will see you then.”

 The rest of your shift went by impossibly slowly, with you and Steve catching each other staring at each other so often that Robin started to complain.

Despite how long your shift felt, the day was over before you knew it, and suddenly seven o’clock rolled around much faster than you were expecting.

You were still eyeing your appearance in the mirror when you heard a knock at the door.

“Shit!” You hissed, tossing some last-minute things into your bag and messing with your hair for the millionth time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Rushing out of your room to answer the door before your mom could get the chance to.

“Hey!” You exclaim, freezing in place when you took in the view of the Steve Harrington at your front door. And with flowers, too?

“I uh, brought these for you.” He held them out to you, face bright red.

“Steve.” Your voice was soft, and you took them as gently as you could, looking up at him with a smile.

His hair was meticulously done, with not a strand out of place, and he looked like he practically had hearts in his eyes.

“Hold on let me- I’m gonna get a vase for these!” You used the moment when you were turned away to let yourself grin widely, biting your lip to keep from outright squealing. Passing by your mom, you tried to be quick to avoid a drawn-out conversation about your outfit and the person at the door, filling a vase with water and dropping the flowers in it and running back to the front door.

When you looked back at him, he was still standing at the door, shifting the weight on his feet awkwardly. As you got closer, he held his hand out dramatically, which you took with equal extravagance. You closed the door behind you as he led you to his car, even opening the car door for you in the most gentlemanly fashion.

“Hmm, how very cheesy and romantic of you.” You grinned, taking a seat in the passenger side of his car.

“Well, maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” He replied with his signature smile before he closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side to drive the two of you to whatever date he had planned.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader