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✧ cat and mouse ✧ 5.5k, m

fucking prick, you had scoffed, taking a sip of your iced soy latte. it wasn't often you let your anger get to you, but with chan sitting in front of you with your friend, saying something dumb about how you tripped this morning, you were about to crack.

pairing: bangchan x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) genre: etl, angst, fluff, humour, smut, non idol!au warnings/other: mentions of drunk sex, alcohol consumption, fingering-r, oral-r, unprotected sex, thicc reader (bc hell yes and you don't gotta be thicc to enjoy this!! i encourage all to read its not overly descriptive), a/n at end

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everything about him annoyed you, his stupid fake laugh, the way he playfully flirted with you and never meant any of it. you were never close to chan by any means; he was a part of your friend group. you had seen him a bunch of times, nothing too familiar, but every time you did meet, he absolutely ripped into you, like a school boy teasing his crush. how fucking mature. he was like a mosquito, buzzing around you and annoying you with every sound. if you had not restrained yourself you would have slapped him like one too.

the first time you had encountered him drunk was about a week ago.

chan was laughing, his arms flailing around as he made some joke about how he wouldn't date you. this added fuel to the fire, the fact that he thought that dating you would be something funny in the first place, amuse in his tone as he gestured to you. he had joked to your friends about how you'd look when you wake up, all puffy and funny to see. and the way your clumsiness would annoy him and how you'd be too hard to keep up with.

your mind pulsing with ideas on how to really annoy him, to get him back for what he was saying.

then again, you were drunk as well.

fuck it, you had thought as you had pushed him into his room by the end of the night, cornering him in the hallway. you had told him you knew what would really piss him off.

the party he had held ending up with both of your clothes on the ground in a drunken fog, whispers of how much he frustrated you between your lips as he let you take control, loving the way you talked down to him and put him in his place.

that morning you had left, not saying a word, gathering your clothes to escape his room. what you hadn't noticed was the forlorn expression on his face when you didn't look back.

why you had agreed to go shopping with changbin and chan around a week later, you have no idea. but, you did want a new necklace, though. the one that chan broke on that night in a rush to take your shirt off, was now sitting on your desk at home, sad and unworn. you hadn't spoken to chan about that night, wanting to forget your druken decision. it wasn't like you didn't want to but, what on earth would you say?

a sour expression painted onto your face as you walked beside changbin, chan on the other side. they were talking about some new game changbin wanted to try. you just followed, sipping the last of your coffee as you listened.

"look, didn't you want a new necklace?" changbin had asked, finger pointing to the alternative jewellery store.

unfortunately, there was nothing you really wanted until one specifically stood out to you. a semi-choker silver necklace, small chains hanging from the sides, and two jagged flame knife like ornaments messily placed between. it was perfect. what wasn't perfect was the price.

"three hundred dollars?! yikes."

"yeah, that is pricey." changbin had said, chan coming to his side.

"it is pretty though." chan chimed in, placing his hand on the glass to get a better look. you watched him as he studied the necklace, his bottom lip between his teeth with thought.

"would look better on me than you." he teased.

you sighed, turning on your heel to leave the store. you weren't in the mood for his antics.

"i think i'm gonna go guys, just don't feel the best."

two weeks later, you found yourself back at chan's for one of his parties. nobody knows what you were celebrating, but you were enjoying yourself, at least.

there's just less than twenty people there, some people you didn't know. though chan hadn't been in your friend group for long, he definitely seemed to be making his way around the group with his charm, everyone loving him more and more each day. anytime someone talked to you about him, you'd smile and nod. but once they turned their backs you'd be mocking childishly about how great he was.

chan this chan that bler blah bler shut up.

the longer the night goes on the more you find yourself observing chan. his smile is wide, laughing about something. stupid little prick. like a damn thorn in your side.

changbin hands you a beer from behind as he walks past, distracting you from your petty glare.

"so he broke your necklace? how?" hyunjin asks, lips frowning because he knew how much you loved it. it was your favourite.

"ah, he was just messing around." you say, trying to not remember how it really happened.

any time your mind wanders back to that night. the way his hand slipped around your throat, had your body shivering. how he placed kisses onto your throat, how hungry he was.

huh?

pfft, you say to no one, pissing yourself off with where your mind was going.

oh no, you've summoned him with your thoughts.

"what about me?" chan asks, skipping over to interrupt your conversation.

you stretch your lips into a thin line. "ah it's just-"

"how on earth did you break their necklace?" hyunjin says, gesturing towards you.

chan just stares at you, amuse on his face, like he's going to spill the beans. he waits for your response, brows raised.

"we were just play fighting." you say as you take a swig of your beer.

"play fighting?" hyunjin questions, brows raised.

"yeah, something like that." chan says, small proud expression on his face.

an weird silence sits around you, you're not sure of how to continue.

"i didn't think you were that close." hyunjin laughs, standing from the seat.

chan slides next to you on the couch, replacing hyunjin, swinging one of his legs over to your own. "we got really close-"

crack, your hand slams down on chan's thigh, leaving a bright red mark. "shut up."

the sound of up beat low-fi music echoes off your walls as you arrive back home.

earlier, chan had happily accepted the offer in trade for helping you make some furniture. changbin had thrown the idea to chan, saying he was better with putting furniture than himself. he was kind of right, chan was currently hyper focused like you had never seen before. his eyes darting back and fourth from the ikea instructions. it's not like you were bad at it, you just wanted someone to be emotional support while you probably made it wrong. but chan had taken over, saying he'd built it before.

you make your way down the hall but as you turn the corner from your kitchen, a little bit too fast, you're met with the door frame.

"ah fuck!" you exclaim, hastily trying to find a place to put the drinks on.

chan chuckles, not even offering a hand to help. "should look where you're going stupid."

you groan, rubbing the offending spot with your free hand. "you're only here because i offered to buy you bubble tea."

chan cheekily grins, getting to his feet to grab the tea, not to console you.

"now," he starts, eyes wide with sarcasm. "that's a door frame, not a door."

he's basically patronising you at this point.

"shut the fuck up, you're so annoying." you say through your teeth, swatting in his direction, he's too fast, zippy like a mouse.

"i'd be rich if i had a dollar for every time you told me to fuck off or shut up." chan laughs, poking out his tongue.

you roll your eyes, placing your drink down on the ground.

"it's the small nails, right?" you ask as you fumble with some nails, half of the packet falling to the floor before you can even lift them.

"yeah, those." chan chuckles, pointing in your direction. totally ignoring the embarrassing mess you made.

it's odd, you were actually getting along, well, in a kind of cat and mouse way. when you had said you were getting a larger bed he had joked about how you'd break it in. at first you thought it was funny, but then realised what he was actually meaning. your slaps were anything but gentle, chan pleading for you to stop.

the two of you finished building the bed in no time, both laying back onto your new mattress in triumph. laughs dance in the air as you talk about how chan had held two of the smaller planks in the curves of his butt cheeks.

"i remember you showed me the chopsticks, but planks? colour me impressed."

"yeah, i've out done myself." he laughs, rolling to face you. "did you end up getting that new necklace?"

"nah," you sigh facing him. "too expensive. i'll keep looking."

chan says nothing, lips pouting in thought.

the next morning, you had awoke to a knock at the door.

"who the fuck comes this early?" you had grumbled to yourself, shuffling your bare feet towards the entrance to open the door. when you looked down, you saw a small package, wrapped kind of badly with a note on it. you bent down to pick it up, knees cracking beneath you. it read -

'nah, would look better on you than me.'

"eh?" you said to no one, unwrapping the present to find with that very necklace you had wanted in that store. your fingers ran across the flames, admiring the beauty before you, price tag still in tact.

you're not sure if this was chan apologising, or just another joke. none the less, even if it was a joke you were still going to wear it. it was perfect, and would match with the many silver piercings on your ears.

a vibration startles you, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

'fuck head' the phone chimed, a picture of chan asleep face first on the couch blinking with the phones light.

you hesitantly agree to the video call, probably not your best angle, you think, as you answer it.

"do you like it?" he asks, his hand placing itself behind his head.

"no." you returned dryly, walking back inside, placing it down on the counter. no, you didn't like it, you loved it. "it's okay."

you clear your throat, kind of annoyed by his call. "why are you calling?"

"no reason." he smiles, leaning back against what seems to be his car seat. "thought you'd like it, dude."

"dude." you mock him, pulling a face at the phone.

he laughs, head dipping for a moment. "cute."

ignoring his charm, you sigh. "chan, what do you want? i wanna go back to bed."

"want me to join?" he questions, one brow raising. you're not sure if this is a joke or not, once again, but you're too tired to care.

"whatever."

you watched him sit forward, placing his phone down for a second, before you hear the rustle of his car keys. "i'll see you soon!"

"what?!"

click, chan had ended the phone call. the little shit was waiting in his car the whole time.

so this was where you were at, chan in your bed for some unknown reason. you're not doing anything, just laying in silence, covers up to your chin. it's kinda awkward. you feel sleep tugging at your body already.

"what possessed you to actually come to my house? you know we're not that close." you felt the words of honesty leave your lips.

"i unno."

you tut at him, "yeah we fucked once, but we were drunk. you still annoy the shit out of me."

chan laughs, turning onto his side, absolutely making himself at home. "it was good, though. well, from what i remember."

you scoff, turning to face him. "yeah, it was okay."

the look on his face kind of makes your tummy turn, he looks hurt but he tries to cover it with a laugh. "i can make up for-"

"chan..." you start, hands flinging down onto the bed. "you don't need to joke all the time. it happened, yeah? it is what it is."

"aw c'mon, i can do better." he half sings.

you groan at his antics, sleepiness making you irritated the more he goes on. "you need to stop. you're teasing gets too much sometimes."

"nah you like-"

"this is what i'm talking about. you never take anything seriously. you always make fun of me, and it makes me feel like shit. do you seriously have no indication of how you make me feel?"

chan frowns, looking down to the doona cover. "i just- i don't know."

"what? you what?"

"you're just so easy to tease." he chuckles, his hand grabbing the side of your arm to shake you.

you sit upwards shrugging him off, frustration in your tone as you rub your eyes. "you can leave if you're not gonna take me seriously."

"okay... you're right." he follows, sitting to face you crossing his legs. he fumbles with his hands, "i like you, okay?"

"huh?"

"i like you."

"i don't like you." you return.

"see, this is why i didn't wanna tell you. you're so grumpy at me all the time."

"yeah, i'm grumpy because you make me grumpy. always pulling on my hair, tripping me and making fun of me."

neither of you is sure how to continue, you just want to sleep. why you let him in is still beyond you, fatigue taking over your decisions, something like that.

"look," he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "i really like you, but i'm not sure how to be around you. you're kind of cold sometimes, and i dunno how to get past it."

chan's kind of right, you were generally more stand-offish than your other friends, and you were kind of hard to read sometimes. maybe it was just to him. yeah, just him.

"what are you? twelve? so you've been making fun of me for weeks because you... like me?"

"yeeeah."

"you're an idiot."

"sometimes."

"ugh, i'm going to sleep."

you choose to ignore what his saying, but you'd be lying if there wasn't a delight in what you were feeling. it was kind of powerful, knowing you held the next move. you thought about what it would be like to date him, mind reeling with possibilities. and no, the drunk sex wasn't okay, it was mind blowing from what you remember. but then again, it could have just been the alcohol amplifying your experience. then again, maybe he's just joking. just wanted to get into your pants again. either way, you were in charge now.

eventually, sleep tugs at your eyes. you faintly remember feeling his hand slip around your waist as you doze off.

when you wake you feel him against you, one of his hands pressed into your chest gripping onto it for dear life, his hips melding into your own. you barely remember falling asleep. was he holding me this whole time?

you turn your body to face him, his hands still around your waist, fingers fitting into the soft rolls on your side. his puffy lips look so inviting, slightly open and moisturised. he's still asleep, little hums in the air as he breathes. you ponder on what he was saying earlier that morning, maybe he wasn't joking, maybe all of this was a façade just because he wasn't sure how to approach your supposed cold demeanour.

one of his eyes opens, squinting from the faint light from the day. he says nothing. you stay like this for a while, just admiring him. his curly hair looks so soft, you want to run your hands through them again. wait what?

you can feel it, the urge to kiss him. the urge to relive that night you had before. you weren't sure if he actually liked you, or that you liked him, or if it was just physical. regardless, you were curious.

your left hand slowly raises itself to wrap itself in his hair, he allows the touch, head leaning into your slow strokes. he hums lowly, voice a little raspy from the sleep. your hand comes back to his cheek, thumb rubbing just underneath his eyes.

whatever possessed you to kiss him you don't know. nonetheless you lean in, your lips lightly sliding against his soft ones. the kiss is gentle, as if chan is hesitant to let himself go. a small moan leaves your lips, your leg raising to rest on his side. he continues the kiss, hands digging into your sides a bit deeper.

abruptly, he stops. before you can even comprehend what's happening,

"i think... you need to think about this." he speaks, breath mixing in with your own.

"no, c'mon." you go to lean in again to taste him, but he pulls back more, frowning and avoiding your eyes.

"are you just doing this because it's convenient? just because you know i like you?"

"i thought you just wanted to fuck?"

his hand slips from your waist as he moves his body from yours, now picking up his phone and keys. "i'm not a toy you can pick up and use as you please. i have feelings."

"you don't seem to care for mine when you fuck me around all the time." you scoff, "it takes two to tango."

"i know i can be a bit much... but i do have them. don't take my confession lightly." he says under his breath. "call me when you make up your mind."

without another word he leaves, not making a single peep as the front door slams behind him.

neither of you talk for the next few days. he was right, you decide, fingers dancing along the necklace you had chosen not to wear yet. it's like if you put it on it will mean something, mean that you're giving him the green flag to go. to chase you, to want you with permission.

you think back to the kiss, how he hummed as he moved his lips against your own. it sent jolts down to the pit of your stomach every time it enters your mind, the urge to touch yourself strong.

tiredness is in your eyes, you're so damn tired from work and the thoughts that have been swimming in your mind. should i call him?

sighing, you lean back onto your pillows, taking out your phone to scroll to his name. another long breath leaves you, your heart beginning to race. you're confused.

what the hell is that?

do i want this?

no, absolutely not.

i probably just like the attention...?

your legs flail back and fourth on the bed, much like you're having a little tantrum.

wait... maybe?

he is really cute, seems affectionate.

but he fucking annoys me.

frustrated groans escape your throat, maybe one more leg flail will help you decide.

you could always try, maybe, just to see what it's like. it kind of makes sense when you think about. you slap yourself on the forehead, maybe it'll jolt your brain into making a decision.

"okay okay! i'll do it." you say to one of your plushies, trying to hype yourself in any way.

eventually you suck up the courage to call. when he answers the phone he doesn't say anything, just looks into the camera waiting for you to speak. you sit in silence, kind of just staring at each other.

"yes?" he finally chimes, his tone an indication of slight satisfaction.

you scowl, biting on the sides of your cheeks. "fine."

a month had gone by with the slow beginnings of your new relationship. you hadn't labelled anything, deciding to take things slow. it was actually quite fun, much to your surprise. there was always something exciting planned, chan jumping around you like a little kid whenever he won at an arcade game. it was cute. now, everything he usually did to annoy you seemed to become increasingly adorable. whenever he pulled your hair it was for a kiss on the cheek. whenever he laughed it was genuine to what you were saying. he had wriggled his way, just a little bit, into your heart, but not your bed.

it had been a few days since you'd seen him, both of you busy with work and other things. when you lay back on your bed, absolutely tired and fatigued, you hear your phone buzz. you know it's him, your heart thumps. damn heart.

looking down at the screen you see the name 'baby girl'. definitely a step up from fuck head. you answer the call.

"am i still baby girl in your phone?"

"yes." you laugh, turning onto your side.

chan bites his bottom lip, searching your face. "you look beautiful."

"what on earth are you talking about?"

you look at yourself in phone screen, you're definitely not in your best element. the mascara you had applied earlier slightly smudged, hair a little curled from your sweat and one of your eyebrows not properly coloured in. you groan, pushing your face into one of your pillows.

"no, i mean it!" he argues, laughing into the phone.

"whatev-"

"whatever." he mocks you automatically, knowing exactly what you were going to say. some old habits die hard.

the two of you talk about your day, how work was going and what projects he was working on. eventually it ends up in a discussion about the first night you spent together, but not having one like that since.

"yeah, why is that?" you ask, sitting back up in your bed.

"i think... i just want you to be sure."

you hum in thought, "i am sure."

"but this just isn't a hook up. we're dating now? i guess."

"you guess?" you laugh in slight disbelief. "what we been doing for this past month?"

"being cute." he says, eyes rolling comically. "ah, but yeah i guess you're right. if i'm going to be honest i still feel apprehensive."

"you do? why?"

"long story."

you roll to your side, lip pouting at the camera. "i have time, i want to know."

"honesty?"

you smile. "always."

"okay so, i guess it's just... i still don't know if i can believe you like me back. like, hear me out. i know you do, but i'm afraid that you just want the physical because that's how it was before, you know?"

"chan-"

"no i just... i want to trust this. i want to trust you. but something is telling me i shouldn't... maybe that's my anxiety."

a sharp ache, like turning daggers hit the base of your heart, how could he think that? you'd been spending the whole month with him, taking things slow like he wants. yes, you still play fought like little kids. chan annoying you would usually ending up in him in a head lock or a noogy, threats of a bite coming from your mouth.

what he's saying makes sense in the end, he has every reason to feel these worries. it's absolutely valid with how you began things with him.

you sit upright, leaning your chin on your hand. "do you wanna come round and talk about it?"

"yeah." he says letting out a long breath.

the only thing that chan had said when he entered your room was how much he missed you, how he was so happy to see you and how beautiful you looked. his lips were all over your face, kissing every bit of skin he could find. you enjoyed this. at first the affection seemed to turn you off, but now you found yourself melting into his touches.

when you eventually settled onto your bed, which still wasn't broken in, he would joke later, you found yourself patting your thighs. he looked slightly hesitant as he leaned forwards.

"you know you can come over whenever, right?" you chuckle, giving him a gentle smile. "we don't have to be so formal-"

almost aggressively, he pushes you onto your back, lifting your bed shirt to bunch at your chest.

"no talk, just tummy." he says face planting into your soft belly, hands finding their way around your waist for grip.

the affection surprised you, but wasn't unwelcome in the slightest. you realise you hadn't been this outwardly intimate before, this vulnerable with each other. it felt weirdly natural, much to your amuse. it wasn't as if you hadn't been physically intimate, always leaving the night with red marks along your neck and blotches on your cheeks. that one night doesn't count you justify to yourself. this was like a reset, a new way to start.

the boy doesn't speak, just breathes against you. your hands end up finding their way to his back, running underneath the cotton to rub soothing circles.

"mmm." he mumbles before pressing a kiss on your belly button.

the way that chan appreciates your body, every curve and slope, makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. he never once questioned it, always enjoying you as a whole.

"didn't you wanna talk?" you say leaning your head to the side.

"no..." he huffs.

though you know you need to talk, there's nothing more precious to you right now than this moment. chan's face lifting to press delicate kisses onto your stomach, slowly making their way to your neck and eventually your cheeks.

"such a love bug." you laugh, allowing him to have his way.

chan leans back, his hands still around you. "you actually love it, don't you?"

damn, you've been cornered. "mmmaybe."

"you totally do, you're a softy!"

"psh, look who's talking."

"oi yeah, at least i admit it."

you roll your eyes, knowing you've absolutely been caught. "okay maybe i am, but we shouldn't get distracted. talk to me."

chan lets out a long breath, his grip on you still strong. there's so much emotion on his face, you're not sure which one he's feeling. it seems he can't form the words, he can't put his finger on what he wants to say. you kind of know what direction this is going, so you decide to take the lead.

"babe," you begin, facing your body to him more. he looks back at you, the right of his lip curled downwards. he almost looks like he's about to cry.

"should i start?"

chan just nods, eyes on you.

"i know we started rocky, and i know why you feel hesitant. i would too. that night when we first... you know. it was more of a... an angry 'fuck you' kind of thing for me. and i never imagined it would actually lead to me liking you. i really thought about it, and how even though we're opposites, it kind of makes sense, doesn't it? cat and mouse? maybe i liked you from the start but didn't know it, probably why i hated you so much, couldn't figure out my damn feelings."

sharply, his head snaps to you, lips turning into a smirk. "sooo, you do like me?"

you scrunch your nose at him and frown. "is that all you got from that?"

"that's all i needed." he says as he pushes you back for more kisses, hands wriggling their way under your shirt.

"chan!" you giggle between his attacks. "we're not done!"

this time it seems right. it seems less rushed at first, more innocent in a way. it's an even playing field, both of you finally admitting how you actually felt and discussing the worries you had. chan had spoken in depth about his trust issues, and how he sometimes thought you were playing with him still. with reassurance, you held his cheeks in your hands telling him this wasn't a joke and that it was real.

your kisses sealed his worries away, with every 'but' or 'why' he murmured against your lips. it's not until you told him to shut up already did he take it seriously, seemingly waiting for your command.

though he was he one physically in control, you were calling the shots, whispering how good he was doing and how it made you wet anytime you had thought about this prior. this was just encouraging him more, you were nothing but a mess beneath him to his touches.

before you knew it, your clothes were somewhere on the floor, his following soon after.

the next few minutes is a haze, you're not entirely sure what happened to get to this point, but just from the shallow strokes of his fingers in your cunt alone, you were sent into spirals. his movements getting deeper and more calculated, enjoying the way you squealed and held onto his arms. he followed your body, assessing what you needed. the more he went on the harder he got, fingers going deeper and hitting that one spot you needed him to.

"please." you whine, feet placing themselves on his shoulders.

a grin paints across his face. it didn't take long for you to get to your peak, not with his tongue gently pressing against your clit, circling just around the edges. your head falls back, a silent scream coming from your throat the closer you get, hips rocking into his fingers and face.

your orgasm tightens across your body, fingers gripping anything they can find. it takes you a while to get back to reality, your body melting into the mattress.

"such a dick." you had breathed shortly after your high, laughing in trance like state. "shit."

he chuckles into your thigh, wiping your juices off of his cheek.

"hmm." he hums sitting upright, one finger still slowly dragging out and back into you. you wince at the over stimulation, legs trying to clamp shut.

looking down you notice his cock against his belly, red and at full attention.

he notices your glare and his hand stops. "ah we don't-"

"chan, if you don't let me fuck you right now, i'm going to scream."

with that, chan happily lets you take control, your hands on his chest as you push him back onto the bed. you can feel him sitting against your core, your wetness soaking onto him. you take in a sharp breath, still slightly over stimulated as you roll your hips.

the way he looks at you feel embarrassing almost, he's beaming at you, his hands gently pushing your hair behind your ear.

"stop." you say shyly, hiding your face in your chest.

"no, i want to see all of you."

the words are so raw and so honest, it's so much different than last time. there's no malice and no rush. no hate or resentment.

it's the way he looks at you. maybe he looked at you like this all along, you were too busy being petty to notice, maybe.

when you look down, you're met with a gentleness, a softness he seemingly reserves only for you. his eyes are filled with warmth, loving every part of you as it is.

you slowly raise the right of your hip, angling him at your entrance. he takes in a sharp breath as you push yourself down, his hands finding their way to the height of your back, pulling you in closer. one of your hands rests on his cheek, your other beside him for balance.

fuck, he feels so good. a slow hot ache pooling in the base of your stomach expands, small jolts of pleasure tingle across your body with every motion. his girth stretching you open feels incredible, and with the way you're lazily moving your hips; it has his breath laboured, faster.

"chan..." you begin, still shy in your actions, slowly angling your hips up to roll against him.

"hm?" he hums through a low grunt.

your movements halt, head dipping to rest on his forehead. you're taking this in, you need to take a moment, feelings overwhelming you.

"how did this even happen?" you breath against him, eyes closing.

chan pulls your face back, hands cradling your cheeks. when open your eyes to look at him, he just shakes his head, as if shushing you and your overwhelming thoughts.

you nod back at him, leaning in to press a slow kiss against his forehead. the smile he gives you says it all, his hands finding their way back to your hips,

the rest of the night is a blur, your hands everywhere, mouths on any piece of skin either of you could find. it's not fast, it's gentle and loving, things you never expected from chan himself. it was beautiful.

it's nearly morning, the both of you are a sweaty and complete mess. your make up is completely gone and you're not sure how you even look right now. that doesn't matter, not with chan's head resting on your chest just looking up at you, seemingly treasuring you as if you'd break from a blink.

it's not until chan speaks up, you're reminded why you argued in the first place.

"you look funny when you cum."

"shut up!"

still cat and mouse, always.

a/n: thank you for being patient for this! i tried to do slow burn but it's not my strong suit :S hopefully it's ok!!!

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Malcolm

Probably met you in the Krelboyne class

Very impressed by your brains

Always chooses you as a study buddy or project partner

Holds back complaints about life and shit just to hear you talk

This is very difficult for him to do bc the dude LOVES to complain

Holds your books/backpack for you and walks you to all your classes

Mainly because you have the same classes, but he insists he’d do it even if you didn’t

Learns everything about you and commits it to memory (which isn’t hard because of his memory)

You’re the best thing in his sucky life

Stevie had half a mind to roll away from his best friend as he went on and on about Herkabe. Something about him trying to get Malcolm to sabotage his perfect GPA so Herkabe could keep some academic record. Usually, Stevie would care very much about someone’s academic standing. But right now, he was focused on trying not to kill himself or Malcolm.

“I mean, it’s absolutely ridiculous! He’s using Reese to get me to tank a grade. Reese! It’d work better if it was-”

“Hey, guys!” You bounded towards the two, and Malcolm’s demeanor changed entirely. Stevie was grateful for your arrival because, for some reason, Malcolm lessened the bitching and moaning by a lot.

“Hey, Y/n.” The boys greeted back.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Well-” Stevie was about to snitch on your boyfriend but was cut off by him.

“Oh, it was nothing.”

“Are you sure? You looked pretty passionate about it.” Malcolm assured you it was nothing, but Stevie gave you a look saying he’d tell you about it later. “Okay, then. Wanna go to class?”

“Sure!” Malcolm responded excitedly, grabbing his backpack off the lunch table you were hanging around. You said goodbye to Stevie and made your way to first period. “Want me to take your bag?” He asked but was already slipping the strap off your shoulder.

Reese

COOKS FOR YOU

ALL THE TIME

I’m convinced it’s his love language

From snacks to tide you over until lunch to full-course meals during the rare occasion that you two have the house to yourselves

Will beat the shit out of anyone who messes with you

If it’s a girl, he’ll probably get Cynthia to do it

Your happiness is his biggest priority; he can’t have some idiot messing with that

“Reese, this is delicious.” You moaned as you ate a baggie of your favorite snack that he had cooked up for you. He knew how hungry you’d get from skipping breakfast, so he packed you a little snack bag every day so you wouldn’t be miserable until lunch. He was somewhat surprised that the teacher hadn’t made him stop bringing food to class, but it might’ve had something to do with the fact that whenever you were happy, he was happy. And a teacher would rather have a happy Reese than an angry Reese.

“I think I might make that my go-to snack for you; you seem to like it the most.” You smiled at the comment, giddy that he paid attention enough to know which of his foods were your favorite.

“Well, I like all your food.”

The last bunch of kids filed in, and the last one seemed miserable. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was a kid in your class that messed with you frequently. You then noticed that he was littered with cuts and bruises. Immediately, you had an inkling of how this happened.

“Reese, did you do that?” He looked up at the kid, smirking at his handiwork.

“Gotta keep my girl happy.”

Francis

Thinks it’s love at first sight

Francis is such a delusional romantic tbh

If you meet him while he’s in military school, he’s always writing you poems and letters

Half of his calls home are for you because he just wants to know how you’re doing

If you work at the ranch with him, he’ll pick up the work on your chores if you have something to do

Even if you don’t need any help, he’ll accompany you just because he loves spending time with you

You know those tiktoks that are like “when you and your friend work together, so everything’s a two-person job now”?

That’s him with EVERYTHING

Even if you’ve been together for years, he still tries to impress you with extravagant presents or ideas

You tell him you don’t need/want much, just him, but he thinks you deserve the very best

“Francis, I can do it myself.” You jokingly rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who set out plates and cutlery for the breakfast buffet. “It’s the easiest job of my day.”

“I just wanna make it easier, baby.” Francis kissed you before straightening the table clothes in the dining hall and on the patio.

“Well, thank you.” You smiled before moving to restock the napkin dispenser. Francis raced to your side, opening the dispenser for you. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. So, I was looking at our schedules, and I noticed we should be done with work at the same time.”

“Oh, yeah?” He nodded, closing the dispenser and positioning it right on the table. “What do you have planned?”

“Not much.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but if you knew your boyfriend well, you knew at least three different activities were reserved for you two now. “Just a couple’s horse ride, massage, and then I asked Otto to make sure that one of the jacuzzis would be off limits. Just for us.”

“Oh, that sounds so nice, honey.” He cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply, and you were thankful that the guests were either still asleep or doing something else.

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

#malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm wilkerson headcanons #reese wilkerson x reader smut #reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson headcanons #francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson headcanons #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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I have a request! What if you’re the mom friend of the group and try to look after Vash after he’s either had a tough day or was just feeling low? :)

Where do I need to sign up to take care of this man!!! Let me hold my babygurl! Also I’ve been so out of it this weekend in pain with my wisdom teeth, I wanted to post this yesterday but I was not existing lol so here ya go~

‘Talk about it somewhere only we know?'

Vash x Reader

You never met a group of more dysfunctional people; it was truly amazing that they managed to make it this far. Vash and Wolfwood drove you crazy enough, with the way they would throw themselves into danger. Vash was the absolute worse one of the bunch, hiding his injuries, not eating, the list was endless! Vash was always so sheepish when he made you worry, you’d think he’d stop, but no you’d notice some stiffness to him, and bam another injury he was trying to hide! Or he’d admit that the last time he ate was days ago!

The others liked to make fun of you for your mother-hen qualities, but you knew they also thought it was endearing, well Wolfwood liked to make fun of you and Vash thought it was sweet even if he thought he didn’t deserve such kindness. But he did he really did. It was quiet as everyone set up camp for the night, Vash was fine with sleeping up on top of the car, you noticed he seemed a little distant today.

You can’t help yourself, heading towards the car and pulling yourself up. It wasn't as easy as Vash made it look, you curse nearly slipping when a hand reaches out and catches you by the wrist. Vash gives you a soft smile as he pulls you up the rest of the way onto the roof of the car. “Thanks…” you say a little sheepishly, sitting beside Vash on the roof. He settles down next to you, with a kind smile. “No problem! Wouldn’t want you to fall now would we,” he says this with a small laugh,

Pulling your knees to your chest, you can’t help but just stare at him, taking every detail. The way the shadows under his eyes look so dark, not sleeping. The way he’s turned his body away from you, hiding something. The tenseness of his shoulders, worried about something. “Um do I have something on my face?” and finally deflecting, you hum your eyes meeting his bright blue ones, which seemed a little dull.

“You, okay?” You're taking the direct route tonight, you can see his eyes widen, and then he gives you that easy-going grin, maybe it would tick someone who didn't know him, and when he puts his hand behind his head you know exactly what he's going to say.

Say he's fine, deflect, and turn it on you.

“Oh course! It's been a long day though, are you tired?”

It's like clockwork at this point, you wished you could reach over grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he gets it. You care about him, you want him to take care of him, no strings attached. But that approach won't work on someone like Vash, who is just an excuse away from running.

“It has been a long day, hasn't it? Do you need anything?” You ask kindly, “Do you need anything.” You laugh, this was so ridiculous, he was still looking at you with that sheepish look he knows exactly what he's doing, it's almost a little painful.

“Vash how long have we known each other?” You start instead, you’ve known Vash the longest, the two of you haven't always traveled together, but fate kept throwing the two of you into one ridiculous situation after the other, and well, you two kinda just stuck together from there. He looks at you curiously, dropping his hand to pick at the fingers on his prosthetic, “A long time I guess.” is his quiet reply, you hum at his answer.

“So how long have we been playing this game? Is that what you want to do? Talk in circles, until I get upset so you cave or you hold out until you're on the brink of self-destruction” He doesn’t say anything, but he can't look at you. The statement hangs between the two of you, and you let it. “Why do you…keep trying then, when you know I'm difficult” his voice is so soft and quiet you nearly miss it. But you hear it and reach out your hand grasping his chin between your fingers to make him look at you, his eyes are so wide, so nervous.

“Because it's you.” You say it like it's the most obvious statement in the world. Sure, you're a bit of a mother hen with everyone, but it's always been something a little more with Vash. Hard to explain, but a little scary to give a real name to. So, the both of you don't, you just leave it as is. You can hear his breath hitch, you need to pull back, this is a part of it, you push, lean in, and because you are a coward back off with a lingering feeling of something.

Dropping his face, you lean back putting some distance, “I’m just saying, we’re friends Vash I want to take care of you” you say quietly with a slight blush, you don’t give him a chance to speak before you lose even more resolve.

You can’t even look at him, but you feel a shy yet gentle touch on your shoulder, so you turn to look at Vash. He’s giving you such a soft look and it makes your heart ache. “Thank you.” Such simple words and yet, they make your heart pound. You know it’s more than a simple thank you to your soft words, it’s a thank you meant for everything you do.

Placing a hand over his hand curled around your shoulder, holding his hand lightly. You just need something to hold on to as you speak, “You're welcome.” He smiles and pulls you into his side, shifting his arm so he can rest His arm around your shoulders. You have no choice but to settle into his side, this is a part of the game too, providing you comfort when he’s the one who needs it. But you don’t push, not right now, because even if he’s giving you comfort, he’s also comforting himself so you let him take everything he needs.

Because that’s the type of person you are, maybe if you were braver, you’d tell him the truth. But this is enough for now, it’s always enough. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh contently, you feel his grip tighten on you, but you shake your head. You two don’t need to talk not right now at least. You want to, God there isn't anything you’d love to do more than grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake…and maybe a kiss. But all that could wait, right now you are content just being at his side.

Edit: Part two!

#vash the stampede x reader #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash imagine #vash x y/n #vash x you #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampde #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x you #as always because I'm a tease :) Part 2?

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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omg i thought of a really awesome prompt and i that your execution of it would be absolutely amazing!!

anyways the prompt is booksmart gf!reader x street smart!warren Rojas and what that dynamic would be like. it could be a head cannon or a one shot, whatever your think fits the most!! could it also involve the six and camila? 💕

Notes on a Rockstar and a Bookstore Owner | headcanons

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! booksmart reader

a/n: heyyy ! i love ur requests sm and I hope I did it justice with these little head canons cause I felt like it fit better than a one shot. also happy djats day!!

tw: kissing, talk about groupies, fluff ?

description: they say that opposites attract, that couldn't be more true when talking about this pair.

You met Warren when he wandered into your LA bookstore in search of a record store. Obviously you didn’t sell music at the bookstore but you still felt intrigued by his presence, someone who was vastly different from the people you usually dated.

You brought down from your little upstairs apartment a few records and got him a cup of tea as you listened to them.

To say the least Warren was surprised by your taste in music, expecting a lot of classical music due to the atmosphere of your store but instead there was a lot of Elvis, The Beatles, Queen, David Bowie and then came the pièce de résistance.

Just as you had both nearly finished off your teas, you put on Aurora and Warren immediately went crazy.

Also can you just imagine that man drinking tea? He would probably want something more like coffee but didn’t want to be rude.

Anyways you didn’t believe him at first until he showed you the record sleeve. And there he was in all his glory, standing in a group with one of your favorite bands.

Of course, you freaked out a little but then agreed to let him borrow some of the records that you had and he didn’t.

The next time that he came to visit, he came deliberately and with some records he thought you would enjoy.

Over the next month or so you both exchanged records and you got him to read more books.

The first time you went to one of the infamous Hollywood parties you basically just stood in place until Warren made his way over to you… with a bunch of groupies.

You obviously had established a relationship as friends but Warren radiated an energy, he was so kind and funny so after that you just declined any and all invitations from Warren to join his boat parties.

Warren was honestly confused on why you didn’t want to come over when you had basically become his best friend but he didn’t push it.

One day he invited you over to band practice at the studio since he knew you had been secretly wishing to go for ages.

You appeared on one of the days that Daisy and Billy seemed to be having one of their good days so the session went pretty well.

The band absolutely loved you, of course they were slightly confused as to why Warren was hanging around a girl who looked like she had just walked out of like a fairytale when he usually brought around models and groupies.

Karen and Daisy adored you and they could see the change that you were inducing in Warren. Not that you had noticed but ever since you had stopped going to Warren’s parties he was having less and less of them as well as going easier on the drugs.

You met Camila for lunch one day through Karen and you instantly hit it off. Julia also loved you and you spent a lot of time around Camila since she had become one of your favorite people.

The moment of your first kiss happened after one of his shows. You had never been to a big concert and were honestly intimidated by all the incredible people around you but just after the band finished their set, you made your way backstage.

There you encased Warren in a huge hug and told him how proud you were of him.

That was when he realized how much of a wonder you truly were. Someone he wanted to call his girlfriend, maybe even his wife someday.

The kiss was akin to shooting stars, like a warm cup of hot chocolate during a thunderstorm.

You both dated for a few years after that, even after the band broke up you still saw Karen and Daisy quite a bit plus Eddie always came to visit the house you guys now owned (you didn’t make him sell the boat by the way).

You both planned out weekly dates, sometimes they consisted of picnics or driving around LA in your car. Sometimes Warren got you to come to huge concerts with him and he would basically have to make sure you didn’t wander off somewhere.

Reading also became a favorite shared activity. Every night before going to bed, if you weren’t doing anything else, you would read your respective books and tell each other your favorite quotes.

Being booksmart and introverted meant that you didn’t get out as much as you would have liked but Warren created a safety bubble that made you interested in finding ways to spend time doing the things he loved.

You still kept the bookstore well into your marriage and even added a little cafe to it. Persephone’s Corner became incredibly popular over the years and you and Warren spent the rest of your years together comfortably.

You had two kids together and Warren got to name them (with your approval of course) after some of your favorite artists and authors. So you had little Emily Rojas as well as John Bowie Rojas (yes they're cheesy but they fit well).

taglist: @pinkdaiisies

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yn-bishop · 10 months

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Hi I saw you do Nadine Franklin requests! So happy absolutely love Nadine and people should definitely write about her more!

Could you do Nadine x Female reader who is Darians best friend but is the total opposite of him( very quiet etc) and maybe Nadine always had a crush on her and maybe when Nadine and Krista have the party Nadine and reader end up getting together and when they both wake up the next morning Nadine wakes up to find reader gone and she gets sad because she thought she scared her away but Reader is downstairs making breakfast for her and R is more flirty towards her now and she is like “ Well I had to get up early and make breakfast for my girl” and Nadine is a flustered mess ( maybe a bonus if Darian finds out and is like wow did not see that coming while Krista is like are you kidding I had to up with Nadine going on about her for years she didn’t actually pussy out!

Thank you for taking the time to read this request! :) it’s okay if you can’t do it!

Of course I can! I hope you enjoy it!

Party Gone Right

Nadine Franklin x Fem!Reader

“What are you doing?! I called dibs! And you said you weren’t going to drink until after soccer! You failed, failure!” Nadine yells at her brother, words slurred.

“I’m not drinking, this is orange juice, genius. And I’m not kicking my friends out because of some deal that I didn’t even agree too. How drunk is she?” Darian looks at his sisters best friend.

“I have had one drink, now get your friends out of the pool” Krista shakes her head at her friends words and holds up two fingers.

“No-“ Darian is interrupted when the sliding door is opened and closed, shortly followed by a girls voice.

“Darian, are you okay? What’s taking so long?” A soft voice fills the room causing the three of them to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nadine’s just being an idiot” Nadine scoffs at her brothers words.

“I am not being an idiot. You’re being an idiot, you idiot. I called dibs 3 hours ago and you can’t just show up here unannounced with a bunch of random people” Nadine slurs out before realising who stands before her. Her eyes drift down to the shorter girls arms, then to her legs before finally wandering back up to her face, stopping again at her wet bikini.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can leave if you want?” Y/n asks with an apologetic look.

“No, not you. I mean, you can stay but only you. The dicks out there need to leave” Nadine is quick to correct the girl before Darian flicks her head before walking back outside

“Sorry” Y/n mumbles quietly before walking outside, following her best friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? You’re starting to piss me off with all this ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so beautiful’ and ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so nice, how is she even friends with an ass like Darian?’ It’s getting annoying” Krista tells her best friend with an annoyed glare. Nadine glares at her friend before running to the bathroom and chucking up her guts.

Nadine wakes up on the toilet only to see Krista asleep in Darian’s bed before she hears a noise coming from downstairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asks when she sees the girl scrubbing the carpet.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Y/n asks the taller girl as Nadine shakes her head and sits next to her.

“No, why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Well, someone let Baxter in and he kinda, uh, you know, peed on the floor and Darian was already sleeping so, I figured I would clean it” Y/n responded as she continues scrubbing. Nadine stands up and starts throwing the beer cans in the bin before walking back over to the girl.

“I’m sorry about the party, Darian didn’t tell me about any of it. He just told me to come over so I thought we were just gonna hang out”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault” it’s only then that Y/n notices how close their faces are and she quickly leans in and presses their lips together in a soft kiss before pulling away just as fast.

“Nadine, I’m so sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to do tha-“ she’s cut off by Nadine’s lips against hers once again.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. You have no idea” Nadine mumbles against the other girls lips.

“I’ve been waiting just as long. Trust me”

Y/n wakes the next morning to the feeling of someone’s arm around her before she remembers the night before a huge smile appearing on her face. She gets out of the bed and puts one of Nadine’s shirts on, the shirt coming down to her knees then she leaves the room after pressing a kiss to the sleeping girls cheek.

Nadine wakes ten minutes later and realises the other half of her bed is empty. A frown appears on her face, realising that this was just a one time thing and she pulls her clothes back on. Nadine walks downstairs and her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re still here?” Nadine asks with a hopeful tone as she looks at the shorter girl.

“Of course I am. I had to make my girlfriend breakfast didn’t I?” Y/n walks over to the girl and wraps her arms around her neck, pressing her lips against hers in a soft and passionate kiss.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Darian asks as he and Krista walk into the kitchen.

“Wow Nadine. You finally grew up and asked her out. I can’t believe it” Krista smirks at the two as Y/n hides her face in Nadine’s shoulder and Nadine glares at the two of them.

#hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #marvel #emily junk #pitch perfect

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kissland69 · 2 years

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“only one bed?”

robin buckley x f!reader

*if there’s any mistakes, typos or errors please ignore :), mild language*

“MOVIE NIGHT!” yelled y/n and robin with smiles painted of their lips “why are you guys always so hyper” steve said while parking his deep burgundy car “you should be lucky we’re your friends cause you could’ve been hanging with a bunch of 14 year olds tonight” said y/n ruffling steve’s slightly hard hair “seriously! he says they’re a pain in his ass but he still hangs with them” robin said with a grin “you know i’m the one driving you two to work? don’t lose your ride” steve replied with a stern voice “okay okay sorry, didn’t know it would hit a nerve there stevie” y/n said with a laugh “whatever, grab the snacks and let’s go inside before i drive you two home” steve said, getting out of the car and started heading to his front door “did he run out of his farrah fawcett hairspray?” whispered y/n to robin with a grin “i think so, his hair isn’t as soft looking like usual” robin whispered back with a laugh “WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT!” yelled steve from his doorstep “NOTHING!” both y/n and robin replied with wide eyes “get your asses inside” steve said with rolling eyes “attitude much” robin said, walking into his house with y/n following behind. while “pretty in pink” played on steve’s tv for the third time, robin kept spacing out during most of the movie because of the conversation her and steve recently had about her little crush on y/n.

earlier that day

“so..are you or are you not going to tell her how you feel?” asked steve, leaning against the counter of family video “so are you or are you not going to be able to get a girlfriend?” robin said with a teasing grin “don’t try to reflect your lack of women on me, i actually went on a date last night while you sat at home all alone” replied steve while rolling his eyes “whatever, and to answer your question i am NEVER telling her how i feel…i have no time losing her” robin said with a slight frown “this is y/n we’re talking about, the one who always flirts with you and teases you until you’re red in the face” steve said “you do know that she isn’t flirty with me, that’s just how she talks” said robin, full heartedly disagreeing “yeah only to people she finds attractive, i know this is a small town with small minded people but you have to at least open your eyes to possibilities” steve said with a hand on his left hip “possibilities like crying until i can’t anymore because i got rejected by the prettiest girl? absolutely not” robin said while shrugging “rob if i know anything about girls i know when they’re into someone, and y/n l/n is completely in love with you. the looks, the smiles, the laughs, the flirting, the touches, the only one who hasn’t noticed anything is you” steve said while looking at the freckles girl chewing on her rosy lips “and if you wait too long to notice it she’ll slip away from your arms and into another person’s arms, and i know you wouldn’t want that” steve continued saying while walking towards the shelves he was sent to re-organize “b-but let’s say i do tell her how i feel, where would i tell her? how would i say it? how would she react? i can’t just tell her i like her in your house!” robin said, rushing next to steve “what’s wrong with my house?! i think that would be a perfect place to tell her because 1)there isn’t any people listening in or watching, very private and 2) if she does reject you i’ll be there to comfort you” explained steve “SO YOU DO THINK SHE’LL REJECT ME?!!” yelled robin, luckily there wasn’t any customers around to hear that “NO BUCKLEY! listen just pull up your big girl panties-“ steve said but got interrupted with a gag coming for robin “ew don’t say big girl panties” said the lanky girl “whatever, just grow up and tell her, i’m tired of seeing you all lovesick with a goofy smile on your hopeless face” steve said with an exhausted sigh “i’m trying okay..i just don’t want to see the look on her face when she rejects me or the certain words that’ll come out of her mouth that i know she’ll say..” said a frustrated and anxious robin “i know, trust me i know but don’t wait too long to tell her okay?” steve said while gently placing his rough hands onto robin’s shoulders “okay..” robin replied with a soft smile, steve doing the same.

“helloooo, earth to robinn, did you hear what i said?” steve said while snapping his finger in the girls face, getting her attention “n-no, what happened?” asked a groggy robin “i said since it’s 9:30pm you guys can stay over but there’s only one bed for you guys to share” steve repeated himself with both hands on each side of his hips “o-oh that’s f-fine, unless it isn’t fine with you y/n then i can sleep on the couch which i wouldn’t mind!” robin nervously said “rob why would i let you sleep on this hard couch when i can have you sleeping next to me comfortably” y/n said with a smile “HEY! my couch isn’t hard!” steve yelled from the bathroom with a stern voice “WHATEVER HARRINGTON, anyways let’s go steal some clothes from steve, even though he has a hard ass couch his clothes are the softest” said y/n while talking robin’s hand into hers “i know right! i still have that yellow sweatshirt i took from him a week ago” said robin with a laugh “I NEED THAT SWEATSHIRT BACK YOU THEIF!” yelled steve, voice muffled due to the foamy toothpaste “NEVER!” robin yelled back while entering his stripped designed room “i seriously cannot get over how ugly his room is..” y/n said while shaking her head “ honestly, it’s so repulsing to look at” robin said, hands still locked with y/n’s “YOU TWO IDIOTS KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU RIGHT!” steve yelled once again “SHUT UP!” yelled both robin and y/n then laughing at the curses steve was letting at angrily.

after everyone got settled for bed, steve sleeping in his ugly designed bedroom peacefully while robin and y/n calmly laid in the clean and vacant bedroom of steve’s parents. robin stared at the plain white ceiling for what felt like hours with the sound of y/n’s soft breathing “at least she’s getting some shut eyes…god, why can’t i just tell her how i feel? i know she wouldn’t judge me but getting rejected still sucks” robin thought to herself while shifting her eyes to the balled up figure next to her “since you won’t be able to hear this might as well get it off my chest…i’ve loved you since the day you came in to family video, the way you looked so vibrant and pretty made me honestly want to pass out..” robin said with a laugh “…seeing your smile for the first time felt so right, hearing your laugh for the first time felt so comforting and just being around you made me feel like i was floating on the softest cloud, i know it’s corny but being around you and seeing you makes me feel like i’m in one of those corny romance movies and you know what? i don’t even mind it, i rather feel those little butterflies in my stomach every time you look at me with those pretty eyes of yours…i know you won’t hear any of this but i just felt like i should say it, you deserve someone who’ll give you anything and everything in life and i’ll gladly take up that position” robin said softly while staring at y/n’s back “…you know..that was the sweetest, kindest and honest thing someone has expressed to me. robin i can’t even tell you how much i love you, everything you said is exactly how i feel” y/n said softly while turning herself to face robin’s beet red face “w-what? seriously?” questioned robin with wide eyed “yes buckley, i’ve only and always have eyes for you” y/n said, placing her hand on robin’s hot face “would kissing you right now mess up the mood?” asked robin “absolutely not, it’ll complete it” y/n said with a smile, leaning in to kiss the pink lips of the flustered girl “do you want to go on a date with me friday night? we can do whatever you want” robin said in a soft voice “how can i decline such a great offer” y/n said while pecking robin’s lips once more. the next morning came and robin, steve and y/n sat quietly while eating the breakfast steve kindly decided to make, y/n finished her meal and headed to the kitchen to wash her plate leaving robin and steve in the living room with one another “so did my “only one bed” method work?” questioned steve in a whisper “you know i would be angry at you but you did help me score the most gorgeous girl ever so thanks dingus” robin said with the biggest lovesick smile “just being the best wingman” steve said with a proud and fulfilled grin.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #steve harrington x reader platonic #stranger things #stranger things s4 #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic

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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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not publishing anymore fic this year but thinkin' tommymaria thoughts...

maria is an absolute genius computer engineer, creates amazing builds in her spare time. she is truly just supremely smart and talented...but it's 2011 and we're recovering from a recession here, people, so she's snagged some shitty IT job at a third party phone survey company. they call, they try to ask you questions, you usually hang up. that kinda deal.

enter tommy. well not really enter. maria goes to fulfill a maintenance request on the fourteenth floor, taking the elevator allll the way up from the dingy third floor office they keep the tech employees in. enter maria to meet tommy. he's nice enough, a little flushed and worried about his work set up—they aren't supposed to create a burning smell.

turns out the computer is completely fried, someone spilled their coffee on it late one night and it's dribbled into the GPU and wrecked the motherboard. she goes to haul the computer to the elevator and he offers to carry it down for her, ever the gentleman. maria's knee jerk reaction is to tell him she's good, but he is kind of cute... so she lets him take the case into his arms, heavier than he expected, and keep her company on the trip down again.

he almost asks for her number before he leaves, she can tell, but stops himself. maria watches him walk away, ass tight in those macy's dress pants. she thinks that's the last she's ever gonna see of him until! the work holiday partyyyyy.

it blows, in short. none of her IT co-workers even bothered to show, leaving maria socially stranded. she's contemplating if anyone'll even notice or care if she ditches when someone sidles up next to her beside the gaudy-looking Christmas tree—tommy miller.

"hey there," he says, half way between a friend and a stranger.

"kentucky fried computer," maria nods at him.

"i still don't know how that happened," tommy says. maria gives him a disbelieving look. "i don't drink coffee."

"you work a nine to five but you don't drink coffee?" she asks.

tommy shakes his head. "only green tea. it's good for gut health." immediately, the despairing look on his face tells maria that he cannot believe he's uttered the words gut health in front of her.

she rolls with it. "so if i open it up, i'm not going to find a bunch of little leaves in there?"

"you won't," tommy says. "scout's honour." when she raises an eyebrow in question, he explains, "i was a boy scout for nine years."

"of course you were."

they find a soft couch to take up residence in a quiet corner of the party. maria's two flutes of champagne deep, quizzing him about the scouts with questions from her phone. he isn't lying, getting all of the answers correct. then she asks him what he does now.

"unless you're still a boy scout," she says.

"am not," tommy says. then he shrugs. "i work. go home, make dinner."

"so you cook."

"i do," he nods. "can make a mean frozen lasagna. or ajiaco, if you'd prefer."

he has an amazing way of making questions for him turn around to be about her.

"i'd have to know what that is," maria says.

"meat soup, sorta. barbecued beef, chopped onions, green chili peppers," tommy explains.

it honestly sounds delicious, but telling him that would communicate that maria's interested in trying it—in having him cook for her. and she's not...right?

"sounds nice," is all she gives him.

when the party ends, tommy walks maria to her car. she finds it a bit overkill but can't find it in herself to tell him not to. it's sweet. he is sweet. it's been a while since she's had any sugar in her life.

when he asks her out straightforwardly, she takes a moment to consider, fingers curled over the door handle of her car.

she says, "yes." tommy's face splits into an amused grin as she continues, "my place, but you're cooking. d'you like wine or beer?"

"wine. you?"

"beer," she says.

"i'll bring both," tommy nods.

#tommy miller #maria miller #tommy x maria #speaking #tlou #i built computers in highschool can you tell

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lavenderwhirls · 6 months

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hi its polyshipper anon here with more headcanons of my polyship sodhsk

so i like to imagine that my ovenist is an absolute simp for the other four but he’s not as obvious about it bc like he’s a very affectionate person towards friends so before the polycule is formed the lovers dont pick up on the fact that he would do ANYTHING for them

HOWEVER the lovers are soooo incredibly obvious that Terry (my ovenist) is like ‘wait. wait do they like me like that. all four of them ???? my love is reciprocated?!?!?!’ and very casually freaks out about this realization to his friends (his friends that consist of other gpgp characters and some characters from another game cuz the brainrot is strong LOLOL)

ive mentioned before that Keh becomes a massive simp when he realizes that he fell in love w the ovenist, he is the most obvious

like he’s always giving gifts to them and complimenting the ovenist cuz Keh noticed that the ovenist’s love language is words of affirmation and also he’d do anything for the ovenist

and like. Terry notices the sudden 180 in attitude n is like 👀🤔 until one day he’s hanging out w his friends and Keh is there, and he’s being a lil mean and Terry just looks at him like >:( and tells him to not be mean and Keh actually listens and stops

and Terry’s like ‘oh he’s in love with me’ cue screaming into pillow after everyone leaves

Alicante is the second most obvious cuz of his whole tsundere type behavior

i like to think Alicante falls in love during the mother’s day event when Terry helps him reconnect w his mom (in this universe takes place before chapter 4 and 5, which is why Alicante helps with going against Bechamel)

but Alicante just acts in the same way as before so it takes a little longer for the ovenist to notice until Alicante does the whole ‘it’s not like i like you or anything!’ and some teasing from Plant Lady (Alicante n Plant Lady are roommates in this story) which is when Terry connects the dots and cue screaming into his pillow again

3rd most obvious is Bechamel, similar to Keh in that there was a noticeable change in attitude towards the ovenist

its more of a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story with Bechamel and the ovenist cuz yk. he literally shut her business down (but didnt reveal it to the public) so she’s like upset abt it ofc

but when she does fall in love w Terry, she starts doing stuff for him (her love language is acts of service imo) but she’s not like loud abt it yk? its only when Terry asks Bechamel to help him w a thing and she does it w/o question or complaint that he’s like ‘wait. wait what’ and starts reviewing their interactions over the last few months (cue screaming into pillow LMAOO)

and last but not least, the least obvious (but still pretty obvious) of the bunch, Dr. Price!

he’s the least obvious because like he exudes chadm and charisma, and after they become friends he regularly jokingly flirts w the ovenist and the ovenist is flustered but flirts back

thats their whole dynamic and Dr Price like slowly falls in love with the ovenist, and when he realizes it he suddenly gets shy about the flirting

he still flirts but its not as confidently as before and the ovenist notices and at first he thinks ‘oh no he doesn’t like me DD:’ but when Dr Price starts visiting more often and staying for longer does he have the realization ‘oh he’s just in love with me’ cue screaming into pillow ODHSKDH

so yeah a few weeks before the polycule is formed Terry is just like ‘oh my god. all my crushes like me back. oh my god.’ and he freaks out abt it to his friends but theyre all like ‘just confess ?? u already know they like u??? whats the problem??’ and he answers to that with vague panicky hand gestures, monotone screaming and keysmash LOLOLOL

ofc eventually he confesses n happy ending for everyone <333

skdhsk sorry for the long ask i just saw ur post saying to tell u ovenist x gpgp character headcanons and i needed to share this

anyways what do u think of this crazy story i concocted in my head LOL

you ship ur ovenist with Keh right? does ur ovenist notice that Keh has fallen in love w her? is he obvious abt it or no lolol

THIS IS AMAZING! The screaming on the pillow is a very canonical event for everyone I think—

Yup I ship Dr. Keh x Ovenist :D

The thing is Dr. Keh was in denial at first but the ovenist eventually notice the small change of his behavior. He's suddenly a bit more stern with her when he finds out about my ovenist's prone to getting hospitalized due to exhaustion. It began to forcing the ovenist to change into a different and better hospital to insisting he accompany her every check up. But he still annoys her (affectionately —)

#good pizza great pizza #gpgp #gpgp headcanons #PolyshipperAnon

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moonsidesong · 7 months

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ok ive finished puyo chronicle. dont play puyo chronicle. if you want to see puyo chronicle just watch the precise museum video uploads of it and ignore the fact they dont have eyebrows because its in citra. im gonna talk about puyo chronicle now.

absolutely miserable slog of a video game. every single open area is nearly completely empty and full of dead ends. every chest is full of lame rewards that i almost never got use out of and i eventually just stopped opening them so i wouldnt have to fight mimics anymore. you dont want to explore anything because there's hardly any reward for it and your movement speed is so slow there's even less of an incentive to go out of your way to trek to a random corner of the map for 200 coins that you wont use.

the final gauntlet, which is a 15-story tower, comprises of like, three stories where something happens and the rest are completely empty and only occupied by common enemies, which by then you will be tired of fighting and actively be avoiding encountering. the devs made a bunch of maps and said thats enough game design for today<3

and then, at the end of it, you fight a final boss that had literally nothing to do with anything else up until that point. rafisol really had the potential to be an extremely cool antagonist if she had been involved in the plot from the getgo but instead she shows up having not at all been foreshadowed prior, you do the same lame fighting style youve been doing for almost every encounter up until that point, and the only saving grace of it is a really cool battle theme. its pretty bad presentation to just watch this supposedly UBER powerful absorption themed final boss just float there menacingly and occasionally throw a line of nuisance puyo at you. rafisol has a lot of cool animations, i dont know why you'd rob her of the chance to show them off in a dramatic way!!!! aaah!!!! its all really disappointing because she's the only female final boss character besides doppelganger arle and shes stuck attached to this soggy sad nothing burger of a video game. i want my evil women INVOLVED sega

puyo characters have never been the most complicated to figure out but they are NOTICEABLY flatter and more annoying. you can see it the most on sig and ragnus who refuse to talk about literally anything other than "bug!" or "im the hero from videogame world!" respectively. the plot spends all its time being completely aimless other than the vague idea of "if we find these stone pedestals, something will happen questionmark???" up until ally randomly starts getting sick when rafisol starts ready to hatch from her evil egg or whatever. the plot's idea is that satan modified this story because he wanted to go on an adventure with arle. and well chroni writers i have to say you guys arent really doing a good job of conveying that when the only places you see satan are at the very beginning and very end of the game.

hey speaking of characters hanging out with arle. theres. too many. of them. i think they were just trying to make the whole skill battle team thing make sense in universe but i think itd be a lot easier to just focus on like. the A trio and Ally and you only hang out with the other characters in the areas they're actually relevant. and they just go "well arle ill be there to help you if you need me!" but they dont physically come with you and then we just pretend that makes sense.

anyway despite it all i still like ally and i still like rafisol despite both of them having terrible haircuts god bless but i wish they were in a video game that didnt suck absolute egg!!!!!!! like i said earlier rafisol couldve been extremely cool if she was involved early on and wasnt just some unrelated problem girl. ive been playing around with a few re-write(ish??) ideas that ive been sharing with my friends to keep my sanity while trudging through this videogame and i might share some of those some other time.

until then please look at this picture again. my favorite part about this game is when accord holds popoi like this. every time popoi was on screen i briefly forgot how much not fun i was having

#bri talks #i just needed to rant i gotta. go to bed in like. thirty minutes. sorry if this is organized and worded confusingly LOLOL #play literally any other puyo game #like a lot of them also have pacing issues but at least theyre also fun #... lol except yon. dont play yon either #just... idk... just go play puyo tetris 2 or something...

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 29 days

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I don’t keep up with new music nearly as much as I used to. Not even discovering new artists or anything, but even new stuff put out by people I already like, it passes me by more than it used to. Late in 2023, I was shocked to learn two of my absolute favourite musicians had put out new albums in 2022 and I didn’t even notice. For most of my life I’ve found out about new music – both new artists and new albums – via folk festivals and country music blogs. Which is why so much of my music collection is Canadian folk music and American (plus some Canadian) country music.

But I haven’t been to a folk festival since pre-COVID – last year I finally started going to see live music again sometimes, this week I’ll be going to my sixth music gig since last August, which is less than I used to but significantly more than I did from 2020-2023, and it’s been really good. I let myself forget, in the depths of the pandemic, how big a part of my life live music was. I took it for granted most of my life, just going to folk festivals with my dad because that’s what happens every summer. And while I’ve been back to concerts, I haven’t been back to festivals, so I haven’t learned about anything new. And I don’t read country music blogs anymore because I’m too busy reading comedy forums.

So aside from blogs and festivals, how am I supposed to know if even my very favourite musicians put out new stuff? I also don’t do Twitter or anything. And of course I don’t do Spotify. I didn’t really know how Spotify worked until recently, I was just vaguely aware that it’s some demon ruining the music industry so I never looked into it. And I am still not going to look into it! Don’t worry everyone, I still have my principles, I am still horrified by the fact that my brother owns no music files and thinks it’s fine to just rent access to music that he only gets to keep hearing as long as he keeps paying and he has internet access and a corporation chooses to keep it on their platform.

However, my friend whom I moved in with in December uses Spotify, and when I hang out with him in the living room, we listen to music via the TV that’s connected to his computer, and I have to admit it’s convenient. Especially when I started typing in my favourite artists and learned that some of them have entire albums I hadn’t even known about. And, even though I’m pretty sure algorithms are a terrible thing to introduce to art, I have found a few new people I like from that.

I haven’t entirely sold out, though, because I did not sign up for Spotify (I would genuinely never do that, I will draw the line at occasionally benefitting from my roommate using it), I went and bought the albums on Bandcamp. Quick reminder of a thing that I never miss an opportunity to remind people, Bandcamp is the way to buy music where the highest percentage of the profits go to the artist (aside from just handing them money for a CD at a gig, I guess), also it’s the most convenient way to get it for the consumer (one easily downloadable folder with every song on the album as DRM-free mp3s).

I also recently raided the CD collection in my dad’s basement, because there was a bunch of stuff I knew he had and I knew I liked but was somehow not in the music collection on my hard drive. So as a result of that, I have a bunch of new music, and I’ve been greatly enjoying it.

Okay, here’s the actual point of this post, after all that pre-amble: Cody Jinks put out an album one month ago, thanks to the evils of corporatized technology I became aware of it when it was only a month old, I’ve been listening to it non-stop for several days, it’s fucking fantastic. It might be my favourite Cody Jinks album, though I’m aware that recency bias in in play. And I like Cody Jinks’ previous stuff a lot.

I should actually say that this might be my favourite Cody Jinks studio album, because he has a live album called Red Rocks Live and nothing's better than that. It's a solid cross-section of his earlier work so a good introduction, if anyone's interested in getting to know him. Which you should be, if you like his sort of thing. His sort of thing is modern American outlaw country music by a guy who used to be in a metal band. All the best country singers used to be in metal bands (him and Corb Lund).

This live version of his song Head Case is as good as country music gets. Good thing to play for anyone who spouts that claim that country music was only good back in the 70s (it was good back in the 70s, but probably wasn't good back then either if the only thing you listened to was pop music on the radio that incorrectly markets itself as country). My horrible abusive high school coach used to nickname me and any other athletes who struggled mentally/psychologically "head case", and now I play this song whenever I get sad about that, which definitely isn't that often or anything because I'm fine and not still trying to win every argument I had when I was 17. Definitely not.

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Anyway, his new album is called Change the Game, and I can't stop listening to it.

It covers the usual themes - sad, angry, drinks too much, would like to stop drinking so much (going a little harder on that last point than some of his previous albums, or maybe I'm just predisposed to notice that these days), and of course the designed outlaw country anthem, in this case it's the title track and it's great. I keep finding new stuff in it.

I often find that my favourite songs on an album change from what they are when I first hear it, but at the moment, the one I've had on repeat the most is:

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And then I listen to the level of guitar going on in this one that's ages ahead of some of the older stuff:

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But I think once the initial excitement of the new album wears off, this song is going to end up as my favourite:

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I was on the bus to work yesterday when I first put this one on and had to change the track, because the bus is not an appropriate setting for being as emotionally moved as I was by a lyric like "Don't waste your days on dreams that don't fill you/Find out what you love, and let it kill you".

Anyway, I might need to start subscribing to some musician mailing lists or something. Because I'm not signing up for Spotify or Twitter but it is nice to actually find out about this stuff.

#Youtube

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final-girl96 · 2 years

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Chapter Three Hawkins High

Steve dropped me and Robin off at school before heading back home to get ready for work. "Are you ever going to tell him about Eddie?" I looked at her like she just asked the stupidest question in the world, which she did. "No. Absolutely not. Or at least not yet. You know how Steve is when guys get even a few feet near me. He goes into overprotective big brother mode. I can't have him killing my boyfriend." Robin laughed and shook her head. We walked into the school and went straight for our lockers. We were lucky enough to be close to each other. Only a few lockers apart.

"He's going to find out at some point," she said. I put the books I had taken home back in my locker. "How? He's clueless. Me and Eddie have been dating for almost two years, Rob. And Steve was still here when we started dating and didn't even notice! He's an idiot," I said. Arms wrapped around me from behind making me jump a little. "Who's an idiot?" Eddie asked, kissing my cheek. "Steve," Robin told him. "Hmm. Harrington is indeed an idiot," he said. "Hey!" He laughed, "sorry Big Harrington is an idiot. Little Harrington is adorable." I hit his chest lightly, chuckling. "You two are disgustingly cute," Robin said and walked away.

"I have something for you," Eddie said. "Really. And what would that be?" I asked. He twirled his finger, "turn around." I bit my bottom lip and turned around so my back was facing him. I felt him drape something over my neck, moving my hair out of the way. When he was done I looked down to see a ring hanging off a chain. I spun around to see his favorite ring missing from his finger. "Eddie, this is your favorite ring. I can't…" his index finger came to rest over my lips to hush me. "You can and you will. You're always playing with it. Like literally all the time. It's also my mark," he said, winking.

Classes seemed to go on forever. But it was finally time for lunch. When I walked into the cafeteria I saw that the table where the hellfire club sits was full. Eddie sitting at the head of the table. Jeff and Gareth one either side of him. I smiled when Eddie looked over and caught my eye. I started to head over there when Andy, one of the basketball players and Jason Carver's friends, stepped in front of me. "Hey, YN, why don't you come sit beside me. You know where you belong."

My face scrunched in disgust. Andy was a class A asshole. He had been 9n the team with Steve before he graduated. "No thanks. I'm allergic to douchebags with small dicks. And that table would most definitely kill me." His jaw tensed, hands balled into fist by his side. "What would your brother, former King of Hawkins, think of his sister dating Eddie "the freak" Munson?" He asked, getting close to my face. "He'd like it better than me hanging around a bunch of small minded pencil dicks." I smiled and walked away and straight to Eddie. He pushed back his chair a little and pulled me into his lap. "What was that about?" He asked. Everyone at the table was looking at me. "Just Andy being a dick like always. Acting as if my brother was actually friends with them." His arm snaked around my waist and then started talking about the hellfire meeting tonight. "Are you going to be there, yn?" Dustin asked. "Maybe. I have to talk to Robin about covering for me at work," I said. "You could just tell Steve you and Eddie are dating," Mike said. I rolled my eyes, "look I'll tell Steve when I'm sure he has a level head and is distracted by something else."

“Can you cover for me at work? Pleeease!” I was begging Robin to cover for me at the video store. “Tell Steve I had to stay after school for a project or something.” She closed her locker with a sigh but nodded. “Fine. I’ll cover this one time. Have fun with your boy toy,” she said. I hugged her before she walked down the hall to the double doors that let outside. I met up with Eddie at his van. We were going to go back to his place. The meeting wouldn't be until a little later tonight. "Hello, Beautiful," he said, leaning down a little to kiss me. He opened the passenger door and I got up into his van. He was quick to run around the other side and get in, starting the van and pulling out of the school's parking lot.

"So I take it Buckley covered for you," he said, as we made our way down the road towards the trailer park. "Yes. She's going to tell Steve I needed to stay after school for a project or whatever." He reached over to grab my hand and bring it up to his lips and left a kiss on my knuckles. When we got to his trailer he pulled in, got out, ran around the front of the van and opened my door. We walked up the steps and he unlocked the door, opening it and letting me go in first. Wayan worked late so he was already gone. "Wanna order pizza, baby?" Eddie asked, setting his keys on the counter. "Yeah that sounds good." He picked up the phone and called the pizza place, ordering a large pizza for us.

We were back in Eddie’s bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, guitar in his hands. I lay on my stomach, my math book opened in front of me. Eddie set his precious guitar down and shut my book. “Hey, I was doing homework,” I said. He took the math book and my notebook and set it on the floor on top of my bag. “That’s so boring,” he said, flipping me onto my back. "Hi," he whispered. I chuckled, "hi," I whispered back. "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He asked. Biting my bottom lip I nodded. "Only like a hundred times a day." He hummed, "what about how much I love you?" Again I nodded, "only like a trillion times a day."

"Well, that's not an even amount. Guess I'm gonna have to up my game on how many times I remind you how beautiful you are." I rolled my eyes, "shut up. You're so cheesy, Eddie Munson." There was a knock on the door and Eddie groaned and stood up. "Pizza is here. What a cock block!" He yelled. "Eddie!" He smiled and ran down the hall to answer the door. I got up and walked after him. He was closing the door and sitting the pizza on the counter when I came out. "M'lady," he said, bowing at the waist. "What a dork," I laughed, grabbing a couple plates. "Mm. But I'm your dork." He winked.

We ate the pizza then Eddie grabbed his binder that had all his DnD stuff in it. "Shall we?" He said, holding the door open for me. I walked down the steps and Eddie shut and locked the door before we got in the van and made our way to the school. They held their campaigns in the drama room. If I'm honest I don't know a thing about DnD. I've watched them play lots of times but still can never figure it out. Eddie even tried to teach me but got frustrated when I still couldn't get it. So I just go every once in a while to watch and be a supportive girlfriend. My life was massively different before I started dating Eddie. I was popular and a cheerleader. I was only popular though because Steve "The Hair" Harrington, King of Hawkins High, is my brother. He was on the basketball team and I was a cheerleader. I mostly gave us something to do after school instead of going home to an empty house.

Things didn't only change after I started dating Eddie. It was also the fact that Steve and I got caught up in helping Jonathan and Nancy back in eight-three when Jonathan's little brother, Will, went missing. Then again in eight-four when Dustin roped us in to help him find his "pet" demogorgon, Dart. Then just recently with Starcourt Mall, the Russians, and the Mindflayer. All of that made me realize that the friends I had weren't friends, they were more acquaintances, people I talked to at school and sometimes after.

When we got to the school Eddie was ever the gentleman and opened my door before we walked to the doors. Everyone was already there waiting for us. I sat beside Eddie and watched as he started off the campaign. There was a lot of yelling and shouts of excitement as the game went on. I had no idea what was happening. It made me happy to see Eddie and everyone else happy. When it was done Eddie drove me home. He didn’t pull into the driveway since Steve’s car was right out front but he dropped me off at the end of it and walked me halfway to the door. He waited like always until I was inside before run back to his van and going home himself.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie muson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #max mayfield #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #joe quinn

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msookyspooky · 2 years

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For some reason, my phone won't let me screen shot, so, I'll just type it!!

Going into the living room, my friend, Ray Chambers, is sitting on the couch. He stuffs a handful of popcorn into his mouth, not taking his eyes off of the television. I also notice that the laundry - that I told him to fold forty minutes ago - wasn't done.

"Randy," I say, stepping in front of the television, blocking his view of the movie, "you were suppose to fold these!"

"Sorry," he says, "I got held up?"

I roll my eyes before sitting down with him. "Ms. Layne isn't going to pay us for nothing."

"Isn't that just what babysitting is? And do we really need the money? I mean, we both are twenty-two and both have jobs. We're not sixteen anymore."

"Thank god for that," I say. I'm about to scold him some more when I realize something. "Why are you wearing that shirt?" I motion toward his white t-shirt stained with fake blood.

"I had to work a double-shift and didn't have anything else to wear!"

Again, I roll my eyes. "That's disgusting...you're disgusting."

"It's not my fault that Westview shithead got me!"

"I guess..." I say. "One of them did also got me right in my eye."

Ray laughs. "Yeah, after you punched the QB and said suck it in, bitch! Which was hilarious, by the way."

I'm about to respond when the phone starts ringing. Going over to the phone, I start to pick it up to answer it but I sense Ray is going to start to be a loud mouth, so, I send him a shut the hell up look before finally answering the phone.

"Hello? Layne residence."

"Hey!" The voice says.

I instantly recognize the voice of my friend Laurie Becker, who would have been across the street but was currently house sitting for her parents.

"Hey Laurie! What's up?"

"Oh, nothing, just hanging."

"What's up? You seem...off."

A chuckle comes from the other side of the receiver.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. I don't know...I feel like i'm being watched."

"Really? How come?"

"I just feel like somebody is watching me."

"Or something."

"Mari! Seriously!?"

I let out a laugh. "Don't get your leggings in a bunch, i'm just teasing! But seriously, maybe you can invite someone over? I mean, you are a woman that's alone in a big house that is practically in the middle of no where."

"Awesome. Thank you so much for your observation, genius. I'm sure it's nothing. Anyway, have you got any more calls from Peter?"

"Nope. Not since Monday. A whole four days." I instinctively put my hand over my semi-faded bruise that was on my neck.

"Wow really? I-"

Laurie is then cut off and all I can hear are struggling noises before the line goes dead.

I don't think much of it until the next day, when i'm walking with my friends, Ray, Julie Taylor, Olivia Rudd, and Beth Marsh, to school and see cops all over.

I go up to the closest random girl I can find and ask, "what the fuck is going on?"

"You don't know?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"Laurie Becker was found dead last night."

OMFG I LOVE THIS!! It's like Scream meets Fear Street and I absolutely love how realistic the dialogue is! (I have to write for others as work and the amount of ppl that have such boring dialogue for teens and young adults is shocking) But this? It's perfect for how friends talk to each other or would handle a murderer situation. Even Scream made Sidney extremely bland even in the beginning (Which I sometimes have to do for self inserts) but this I could clearly picture everything you were describing

You should really continue!!!!!!!

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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the fundraiser

ceo!harry x reader

(more of my writing here)

“I still don’t know why we have to go.” Harry huffs sitting on the bed.

“Well it’s for the company Harry. So your kind of supposed to be there!” Y/N yells back from the closet making him roll his eyes. “I saw that!”

“I’m sorry! It’s just I would rather spend time with you tonight and not with my employees.” He says already knowing the unbearable.

“Well Seth and Lauren are going to be there.” She tells him walking out of the closet in nothing but her bra and panties. “Red or Black?” She holds up two expensive dresses.

“Black.”

After forcing a suit on harry — he was now ready. Before leaving he had to facetime the twins to say goodnight. Anne who was watching the twins had to hang up on him because he didn’t have the strength to say goodbye.

He just adored his children.

Since tonight was a photographed event Harry decided on taking his most expensive car — which was Y/N’s favorite. She loved the way the city’s air blew through her hair, it made her feel free.

Right when they arrived a bunch of flashes went off along with their names being called. You can definitely call Harry cocky or whatever but he absolutely loved the way it made him feel.

If you would’ve told sixteen year old Harry that he would be the most influential man in the world he probably would’ve cussed you out.

Addison had been waiting for Mr. Styles all night. She had worn a over the top dress for him and hoped that it would catch his attention.

But when he walked in with his attractive wife the secretary immediately got jealous. Her figure fit the Chanel dress perfectly —, her face had very little makeup—only a red lip which made her look flawless.

Addison knew she had to try harder.

She watched the couples moves all night. Harry was so attached to Y/N never leaving her side. It made it difficult for the secretary to talk to him.

Harry finally left his wife’s side when she tells him to go refill her glass of wine making Addison rush to the bar. She pretends to look uninterested as her boss saunters to one of the bartenders ignoring her.

He was so up his wife’s ass.

“Red wine please.” His strong gruff voice speaks up from beside her.

“Mr. Styles?”

Harry’s eyes snap to the petite girl next to him making him immediately tense.

“Hello Ms. Monroe.” He nods looking around trying not to get into a conversation with his annoying secretary but to his disadvantage she carries on speaking

“How’s your night?” She asks leaning into her boss which makes him reposition his body and her almost fall.

“It’s going swell.”

Thankfully after that the bartender sets down Y/N’s glass on the bar.

“See you later Ms. Monroe.” He mutters grabbing the glass walking away.

Addison feels tears well up in her eyes as she watches Harry drag Y/N to kiss before sipping on her glass of wine. When he pulls her to her chest she decides that she couldn’t watch anymore and rushes to the bathroom.

The secretary pulls out her phone after locking herself in a stall. Mr. Styles was the only reason she took the job. Other ceo’s that had wives always made a move on her but not him.

“Did you sleep with him yet?”

Addison had made a bet with her best friend Emily that by the end of the month she would’ve already slept with her boss.

“No. He’s with his wife.” She retorts tapping her heal against the tiles.

“Fuck his wife. She’s probably old and disgust—“

“No! His wife is actually beautiful, she’s hot like so fucking hot. She’s barley wearing makeup!” Addison screeches into the phone.

“Holy shit okay. Uh talk to him about business, She’s going to have to leave.” Emily says before Addison hangs up on her.

Before leaving the bathroom she hikes up her boobs so they are almost against her neck and applies red lipstick onto her lips, if his wife is wearing red lipstick than he must like it.

She saunters to where Harry was sitting with his wife and friends. Nobody notices her until she clears her throat making all eyes snap to her.

“Sorry Mr. Styles. I was wondering if we could talk about some business—“

“No we may not. Tonight is not a work place now go do whatever you want.” Harry shoos her away making the guy next to him laugh into his hand.

“Oh alright..”

Most of the people at the table looked at her weird. They all knew what she was up to, everyone did including Y/N.

“I think she’s interested in you babe.” Y/N whispers into Harry’s ear as he lays his hand on her bare back.

“I could care less.” He scoffs nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Has she tried anything since her last outburst?” She questions looking at the secretary typing profusely on her phone. She was the embodiment of what type of people Harry despised.

“Nope just doesn’t finish work on time. Might have to hire you as my secretary.” He smirks biting her neck which makes her squeal.

“Please do.”

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dwaeki · 3 years

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beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

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allurese · 2 years

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Ayo!! So I been following you for a while (I love your content it’s MWAH chefs kiss <3) and I just remembered I could request things💀

I had an idea.. what would happen on the night of Y/N and William’s wedding?😳 pls i need some good William Missionary content WLKDWKDIWKKX

Also could I be 🐀 anon?

these always make my day. i'm so happy you enjoy my work, thank you for reading it!! i absolutely LOVE this idea, too. also, welcome 🐀 anon! i'm so sorry this took me so long to respond to.

just for context, you and william couldn't have had a more perfect wedding day. you two had always been inseparable, and this day just proved it once again.

william didn't have many people to invite to the wedding. most of his family had passed and he only invited a couple of friends, but he did luckily have a best man. you, on the other hand, brought quite a few friends and many family members. you felt bad, guilty even, that william had so few people to invite and you just brought a whole bunch. you felt like you were rubbing it in his face, even though it was your wedding and you had the right to invite whoever and however many you wanted.

regardless, you two were together the whole day. you made sure that if you weren't with william, that at least one person was keeping him company, especially since william did tend to get a bit nervous around crowds.

william would often tend to have a bit of a rough personality, especially in the bedroom, but today he was just so gentle and sweet. he would parade around the venue with you, showing you off like you were his queen. throughout the whole day, he would be occasionally kissing your temple or whispering in your ear just how gorgeous you looked and how blessed he was to now be your husband.

so, in simplest terms, the wedding went phenomenal, but what about after the wedding?

once he carried you into the house from the car and up to the bedroom, he immediately threw you onto the bed, smothering you in kisses.

"i'm gonna love you forever, for-fucking-ever. i'm so lucky and glad i get to call you my wife."

you start to wiggle your hips in anticipation. you and william haven't had sex in a long time because of anxiety from the wedding. planning it, figuring out who to invite, what the attire would be for the bridesmaids and groomsmen, so on and so forth.

william kisses your ear, "so needy for me, huh princess? it's okay my love, your husband's gonna make you feel real good tonight." you knew that he was going to wear that husband title so proudly, it made you blush just thinking about it.

he gently lifts your back up from the bed and unzips your dress, removing it very carefully off of you and folding it on the dresser. you would hang it up later, so there was no need to worry.

he hungrily dove for your breasts, kissing and nipping at the skin and flicking his tongue over your sore buds. he was being so aggressive already, but he was doing it so lovingly, too. he crawled back up to hold your face in his big hands and kiss you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

"gonna make love to you, my angel. i just want to show you how much i love you tonight, want to kiss you until you suffocate. need you so terribly– awh~"

you surprised william by starting to palm his erection through his trousers. his mouth instantly fell agape, a soft moan escaping through his lips. you smirked at his response, kissing his lips softly.

you slowly began to undress william, seemingly kissing every inch of skin that was exposing itself to you. when he was down to just his boxers, you laid back down and he started to rub his erection between the crevice of your legs. you lifted his hips up, removing them from against you, and noticed the tears that faintly filled his eyes. he must have been close. poor little baby was so desperate, just that little bit of friction alone was enough to make him cum.

"i'm sorry, william. just.. i want it inside of me. want you to coat my walls with your cum. fill me up with your children, my love."

you slowly pushed william's boxers down until they fell by his ankles, cock springing free from its confines. he sighs with relief, leaning back down to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. he gently trails his fingers down towards your hips, making you shiver, and pulls down your panties, sliding his fingers up and down your folds, and gently pushing them in. you whimper at the initial contact, since it's been so long.

he finds your g-spot almost instantaneously, as he knows your body like the back of his hand. his calloused fingers press repeatedly on the spongy spot, making you moan loud. "awh! f-fuck, william, ohh~ william please, let me cum. i'll do anything."

it didn't take long for william's movements to send you over the edge. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned his name, over and over again, tears brimming the edge of your eyes.

william kissed your temple, "ready for me now, darling?"

you nodded slowly, and he slowly began to push inside of you. you gasped when his tip was fully inside. you knew it had been awhile, but you didn't think it would hurt this much. your pussy was so used to being shaped to william's liking, that just going without his dick for two weeks made your hole shrink back to almost its original size.

your legs started to shake, something that never used to really happened anymore when william pushed inside of you. he cupped your face, making sure you were okay. he planted gentle little kisses on your nose as he stretched your walls. he bottomed out and sat inside of you for awhile, your nerves causing your walls to contract around him involuntarily. william's lips parted to let out a soft moan.

"you ready for me, my love?"

you nodded slowly as william dragged his length out of you. once he pushed it back in a second time, it was all pleasure after that. because your walls had tightened, you felt as though he had gotten bigger, and he was filling you up to the brim.

after a couple of minutes, william's thrusting had sped up significantly, and he was hitting your g-spot perfectly every time. his hair was a mess and sticking to his forehead from the sweat that had already accumulated. he just looked so good. the rest of your body was practically numb as william continued to hit that spongy spot inside of you. he kept whispering sweet little praises to you and placing little pecks on your lips from time to time. your foreheads pressed against each other's almost the entire time, just taking in each other's mons and inhaling the sweat and smell of sex you were both filling the room with.

you were close before you knew it. breaking the silence, william whispered to you, "how are you feeling, my sweet? talk to me."

"'m close, will. so close.."

"m-me too, please cum with me. cum with me my dearest."

just those words alone sent you over the edge. you felt your walls clenching and unclenching around your husband's cock, his own release following soon after. you felt the hot liquid fill up inside of you, as william kept repeating "i love you" to you over and over. you held him close to you as you felt tears start to pour from your eyes. william was quick to kiss them away. "don't cry, don't cry. it's okay. no more tears, my sweet. we've cried enough today."

you cupped his face, your foreheads still resting against each other's, "william, i'm so blessed to be your wife. i just couldn't be happier. i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days with you. maybe even make a little family of our own, and you can start over. whatever happens, i can't wait to make so many more memories with you."

william held back his tears as he planted one more kiss to your lips before you both drifted off to sleep, "you're always going to be stuck with me, you're my partner in crime. i love you, mrs. afton."

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