#so nervous to put him in the tag but im sure no one checks it so im good

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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#tysm for the ask! #stevemath #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington writing #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington comfort #serpentwithatardis #aster replies

[clouisluvr]

i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗

#sean diaz x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 x reader #lis2 sean

[midnightsxblue]

PURE PERFECTION

carl grimes x reader

(carl asks for help with his bandage.)

tags: teeny bits of angst but mostly fluff!

masterlist here!

this one was requested, thank u anon bc this is so cutsie pootsie

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The night Carl got shot was most definitely the hardest night of your life. The run to the infirmary afterwards seemed like it would never end. You stayed with him till the morning, until he had fully woken up.

Witnessing the panic he went through after waking up, realizing he’d lost his eye, was harder than watching him actually lose it. Seeing him cry as much as he did made you want to love him as hard as you possibly could, but you knew he’d need a while.

And he did. He needed a long time to feel okay about it. He was insecure for a while, and you knew he always would be. You did your best to ensure he felt okay about the scar, especially with you. One instance in particular stood out to him. One instance he’d remember forever.

You’re in your room, digging through your closet for something to wear.

“Hey.” You hear a knock and turn around, looking to the doorway of your room. It was Carl. His hair was a tad damp and his bangs covering his scar completely. You smile at him. “Hey. Did you shower?” You ask, turning back to your closet, rummaging through it. “Uh yeah like an hour ago.”

You turn around after finding your shirt to see him holding his bandage in his hands. “D-do you think you could help me?” His tone is almost sweet, but it was shy enough to tell you that he was worried. He hadn’t asked for you to help him before. You’d seen the scar of course, just while Denise changed his bandage at the beginning, but it was quick enough so that it wasn’t fully exposed to you. You also sometimes looked away out of respect for him.

You give him a small nod. “Yeah of course.” You toss your now very unimportant shirt on your bed as you lead him over to the bathroom. You have him sit on the edge of the bath tub as you prepare to put his bandage on for him.

“I hope I do this right.” You laugh. You tried your best to make him feel comfortable. You could tell how nervous he was. He watches as you lay the bandage across the sink. “I’m sure you will.” He smiles in the cute way he does, masking his nerves (you know that one cutsie smile? that). When you approach him, he tenses up a little, correcting his posture.

You stand in front of him, in between his legs and look down at him as he looks up at you. His bangs fall back from his face a little and parts of his scar is exposed. You smile at him, kissing his forehead before pushing his bangs back fully. He still looks at you nervously.

“I…” You don’t let him finish his sentence before leaning down to kiss him. You can feel him smile into the kiss before pulling away. His smile is ten times bigger than before. “I think youuu…are pure perfection.” You say, taking his chin in your hand as he smiles up at you.

“I love you.” He looks at you, absolutely infatuated.

“I love you too, Carl.”

You then help him with his bandage, making sure it’s how he wanted it. You check to see if it’s secure in the back of his hair and once you’re done you pull him up to stand and look in the mirror.

“All good?” You ask with a smile. “Yeah…yeah it’s good.”

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a/n: this was so fun but idk if it’s what anon wanted!!! MUEHEHEH also the smile im describing is like the smile he gives rick after rick explains everything with michonne in season 6 ep 11 T-T when he’s all like “it’s cool” YOU KNOW?

#carl grimes #carl grimes twd #carl grimes the walking dead #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader

[pyr0x10n]

vaquero kyle 😍 (the reader forced him to dress like that, bro was not having it)

The main 4 are at a qunice (do wtv you want with this bit)

After awhile reader gets horny and stupid and takes Kyle to the bathroom to do 'stuff' :3

bc he looks SOSO good in his outfit

I have a really bad thing for shit like this idk why

Nah because he’s be so done when you ask him to dress like that 💀

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Mi Vaquero<3

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Genre: Fluff + Smut

Synopsis: Vaquero Kyle‼️‼️ y horny reader obvi 😝

Kyle Broflovski x f!reader

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“I cant believe i actually did this..” Kyle sighed, frustrated. “It’s fun! And plus, you get to see part of my culture!” You laughed. “Why did they have to tag along, AND WHY IS KENNY IN A DRESS!?” He pointed at Kenny, who was checking himself out in a dress. “ “Él solo es parte de las damas!” “Huh?” “Nothing.” You smiled innocently. “Damn I look hot.” Kenny grinned.

“Anyways, who’s this quinceañera for anyways?” Kyle asked, as the cumbia started playing. “Oh, just my cousin.” You said, looking for your phone in your purse.

“Oh, okay. Well, what’s going to happen?” Kyle asked. “You’ll see, just, follow my lead. The boys can find their way around.” You giggled, and Kyle started to get a little nervous.

“What if I ruin it all!? What if I accidentally spill something? What if I ruin the- I don’t know!” He was starting to panic, and you brought your lips to his. “You’ll be fine, hun. I promise.” You smiled at him.

“BUT IM JEWISH-!” “KYLE JUST TRUST ME.” “HOW!???” “JUST THIS ONCE BABY!?” “Fine.” “Yay.” “….” “…”

“Prima!” You heard a voice yell. “Ah, there’s the girl.” You smiled at the girl who was now fifteen. Kyle just watched behind as you two talked about things.

“Oh, my mom’s calling me.” She said, and then waved, walking away.

“That’s your cousin?” Kyle asked. “Yep, the one and only.” You sighed.

“Well, c’mon, we gotta go out! The boys already went out, so we should too!” You said and grabbed Kyle’s hand, running out of the dressing room and out into the area.

“Oh shit- (Y/n) calm down!!” He said, slightly panicked. “Shh, c’mon, dance with me, vaquero!” You said, now having both of his hands in yours. He was now calming down, as you two danced to the cumbia romántica.

(Murder me, but I have no idea what else to write, sooo…)

You guys have been here for only a few hours,

Yet you were so unbelievably horny.

Just because of Kyle rocking that outfit. He had you blushing without even knowing.

“Hey Kyle..” you mumbled, tugging on his belt.

“Hm? Yeah, baby? What’s up?”

“Can you bring me to the room really quick.. it’s really hot..” you asked.

“Uh, sure?” He knew what was going on, he’s just teasing.

You grabbed his hand and let him to the gust bedroom, when the door closed, he locked it and you immediately laid your head on his chest, sighing.

“Kyle I need you..”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm..”

Kyle laughed at your neediness, as you started taking his belt off. He pulled you into a kiss, and you felt yourself getting wetter and more pathetic by the second.

You need him.

You pulled away and took his pants down, slowly due to the lightheaded feeling you had. He connected his lips to your neck, kissing the exposed area. You lowly moaned but he covered your mouth.

“You don’t want your family hearing your sounds, right angel?” He asked as you got on top of him and shook your head. “No..” “then shut your pretty mouth, would you baby?” He commanded, and you nodded. You just needed him in you.

You put your panties to the side and aligned yourself with him, and slowly brought yourself down to his dick. He pulled you in a kiss to muffle out your moans.

It took some time, but you finally got used to his size and started riding him.

Man we’re you in for a looooong ride ;)

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Necesito ayuda 😨

#pyr0x10np0stz! #south park #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovlofski #south park fluff #south park smut #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park x reader #south park kyle

[weirdmageddon]

ur davejade posting has me Remembering and goddddd. theyre so good. thank u

i want to make a davejade analysis masterpost but the funniest thing with these asks is that theyre the ones that really prompt me to put my thoughts together in some direction and i ALWAYS find a new implication or connection to talk about. like while i’m writing the connections will just make themselves known. if i made a masterpost i’d have to update it every time i think of something new which defeats the purpose of a masterpost because it’d never be finished. so i just like to spitball into separate posts and just shove them in my davejade tag. i was NOT expecting to get back into homestuck with davejade at the forefront but i can see things now i didnt then

im gonna go off again because it’s so obvious to me on this jumpy scrambled “reread” that dave has a fat fucking heart-on / affection erection for jade. hes tryin soo hard to be cool but hes like this with jade actually behind the screen and she knows it

words and deeds of a court jester dude who totally has a crush on his childhood internet friend and doesnt acknowledge it (btw this is woefully incomplete for the sake of brevity but i could elaborate in another post. i actually have a draft (edit: posted) with a shit ton of more analysis stuff in it on why he acts differently with her than other characters):

the next day (chronologically) when jade messages him:

hussie commentary: “Dave's one-pixel-smile there means that there are literally more than ten thousand drawings on the internet of Dave and Jade kissing. That pixel literally made that happen.”

i mean … it sure is easy to assume how he feels about jade based on the way he talks to her and when his sprite only ever smiles one other time in the entire fucking comic and the reality of that other one was arguable since it was during [S] Karkat: Mental breakdown and its likely karkat was hallucinating it based on the content and context of the flash

nah this one was real. and it was from the first conversation we saw between dave and jade in the comic and thus set the standard for their dynamic. and remember old school 2009 dave was kind of a menace so it says a lot

this girl was special enough to him to warrant that pixel

jade calling dave a “huge baby” for him getting nervous about a piss while she’s his server player. he makes such a big deal about it while shes like oh my god just go:

and the absurdity of the situation being one of his favorite memories

i know pesterquest isn’t “canon” canon but it passes my character essence check and still contributes something of substance to my argument. like i can say this is not at all out of place if these characters were plopped into these scenarios. remember this takes place on the same day as the above, 4/13/2009. theyre the same age as above and have the same relationship as they did above, just in a different scenario that wasn’t possible in canon wherein they didn’t play sburb

Jade wanders away from that window and toward another one, whose view is exclusively centered on the rolling blue. She presses a hand against the misty pane and sighs. JADE: you know, dave talks a lot about coming to visit me here. i mean, all of my friends do but dave especially JADE: in his usual davey way of course, which means making lots of jokes and not sounding very serious about it JADE: "yeah im itching to put on my safari hat and come traipsing down to doomdeath archipelago to get my ass murdered by infinidog the eldritch retriever," stuff like that JADE: i know he really means it though! he wants to see me, just like i want to see him JADE: but its just wishful thinking

anyway daves reaction to seeing his isolated online friend for the first time irl cry because she has guests. its even better with the character sprites

JADE: we can play with all my toys and jam out to some music and stay up all night chatting with each other and oh my god oh my god youre here youre all here this is really happening!!!!! Jade's next laugh verges on hysterical and she's got tears streaked down her cheeks. Dave looks a little perturbed. DAVE: wow holy shit uh DAVE: its cool jade no need to get so DAVE: like this DAVE: kind of fucks me up seeing you cry DAVE: not that im trying to make this all about me DAVE: i mean uh

and so after mspa reader’s intervention, who do we see with jade the next time we see her?

dave. and hes goofing with her squiddles while grinning

DAVE: okay so lets see what we got here Jade's room is bright and cheery, fresh flowers in the hanging pots, curtains pulled open wide to let in the afternoon sunlight. Jade sits on her bed while Dave paces in front of a line of squiddle toys, carefully assembled in neat ranks. DAVE: this blue one is clearly in charge look at his dominant posture DAVE: also hes the only motherfucker not tentacle deep in his homie DAVE: hes an untangled buddy that is some shit really cuts to the core of like DAVE: DAVE: emotions JADE: its actually because the magnets in him are messed up, and always have been!! DAVE: harley you are ruining the magic come on

basically what im putting together is that dave was REALLY fixin to spend some time with jade. extending into her sphere of interests that he doesnt express much with anyone else; you can tell he really wanted to engage with her in a less irony poisoned way. he’s softer with her than his other friends and god forbid the trolls, he is much less skeptical about things when talking to her (he even questions why he just seems to go along with her eccentric precognitive statements but he doesnt change his attitude about it), he showers her with his music and raps to the point where jade is expectant of getting poetry from him. rap IS poetry. please realize that dave is sending her his poetry, regardless of how goofy it may be. this is the level on which im viewing this at and once you realize this theres no going back. there comes a time in every homestuck’s life where they have to see how dave interacted jade and conclude that he had a cute little puppy crush on her unbeknownst to either of them. and it was adorable. and now, in the year 2023, it’s your time to realize this too. no going back.

and btw it all came back around…………………nimblest son of a bitch who had the gumption to glue a nasty pair of latex cat lips to his face

for a reason that wasnt a joke anymore

don’t think ive seen anyone talk about this parallel at the end to one of their first conversations in the comic. maybe somebody did back in the day but i never saw it

#davejade #homestuck #dave strider #jade harley #hs

[xmalereader]

Eddie Munson X Professor Male Reader || FINAL || NSFW

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Authors Note: Im finally done!! Here is the final part of this series, I technically had it down for awhile but was in the process of moving and didn’t have time to update, but here is the end of this series. I hope you all enjoyed it, any grammar errors are my errors!

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect himself roll around in his Professor bedsheets.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, NSFW, Eddie and reader are in their 20s, age gap, Professor reader, student eddie, 90’s, Dustin is sarcastic, mentions of the upside down, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, dating, mentions of failure, eddie has fears, reader is a sweetheart, good boy kink, secret relationship, teasing, sexual tension, slow burn, self-esteem issues, trauma.

Word count: 5.1k

Tags: @qlqstqr @ur-moms-used-tampon101 @drspencerreid921 @ewf1nn @ziggys-guitar @alexs-playground @qlqstqr @ur-moms-used-tampon101 @ewf1nn @osamuwu11

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It was his first time waking up next to someone. Eddie had grown used to waking up alone in a small room or to the sound of his uncles music but this felt different. When he first woke up he hears the sound of laughing downstairs and then the sound of soft breathing. When he turns around to face the older man lying next to him he can’t help, but feel surprised that Y/n remained in the same spot. He was still asleep, hair messy and flat and with the covers reaching his shoulders. His fingers brushed against Eddie’s exposed skin, his shirt rising as he shifts in position.

Eddie slowly shifts out of his hold, sitting up in bed as he takes in the silence in their room before getting up. He moves around quietly and gets changed into some clean clothes, pushing his bag back inside the closet as the sudden events from last night came crashing down on him. He feels his entire body heat up, flustered as he collects himself and quickly leaves the room. After last nights events he didn’t know what do to, knowing that both he and Y/n will have to talk later about everything. Eddie was always nervous when it came towards serious situations, like the upside down.

The first time Dustin told him about the upside down, the killings, Eleven, Will—it was all very overwhelming for him. He didn’t think that another world could exist to the point where he had to get himself involved, he didn’t want any of that but, he had to help the others into stopping Vecna from coming into their world and destroying it. Eddie got lucky during his plan of distraction, he could have ended up dead if he didn’t listen to Dustin. Yet, here he is. Thinking that facing the upside down was the scariest thing when in reality it’s facing Y/n that scares him the most.

After he’s changed and left the room he makes his way downstairs to see the others. “Hey Eddie! Ready for the camp today?” Dustin calls out with a large grin. Shit. Eddie totally forgot about their camping trip being today, they are to do last minute check ups before leaving to their camping site. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Eddie mumbled out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Dustin giggles and turns to let the others know.

They were to be leaving after breakfast, eating a good meal before packing up the vans and heading out to their camping site. Eddie was helping around in the garage, putting their things in the trunk of the van. He makes sure that it’s all organized so that everyone can still fit inside without feeling too crowded.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Smarty pants.” Eddie hears Steve say as he looks over his shoulder to see Y/n standing near the entrance, arms crossed as he leans against the door frame, smirking at them. “I am smart—which is why I’m a professor.” He pushed himself off the door frame and steps into the garage, approaching Steve and flicking him on the head causing him to wince and protest. “What the hell?”

Y/n ignored him and sighs. “I guess you all leave today, want to make sure your set up before anyone takes any good spots?” He questions. “Well, when you have a van load of brats—“ he points over. “You kind of have to head there early.” He groans out, dreading the idea of the teens fighting and arguing all the way to their camp site.

Y/n chuckles. “I think you’ll be fine, the kids like you.” He’s seen the way the teens are around Steve, treating him like family but also as a parent. Steve was always running around shouting and screaming for them not do something dangerous or for them to stop arguing. It brought a smile to his face, watching Steve acting like a parent.

“Why don’t you come?” Steve suddenly asks, his question startling him a little as he clears his throat in surprise. “I don’t think the others would want me there—rarely speak to them and I mainly stay indoors.” He tells Steve, patting his shoulder. “You can all enjoy your week, I’ll be fine on my own. I asked your parents to let me stay in this town because I needed time away from the city and from the university.” Y/n didn’t want to ruin their camping trip by coming uninvited, he didn’t want to make the others uncomfortable.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, time away from work so—come with us.” He invites again, gibing his shoulder a soft nudge before grinning softly. “Don’t think I don’t know your secret.” He whispers out, startling the other as his eyes widen before Steve winks and heads back to help with loading the van.

Y/n knew that Steve wouldn’t judge him for his taste in men. The two did talk sometimes and had small bonding moments, he’s told Steve about his attraction towards both genders? Expecting him to be disgusted and exposing his secret to the world but instead Steve told him that he was lucky to attract both genders when Steve couldn’t even get one.

The two were drunk and giggling all night, hiding upstairs on Steve’s room while the Harrington family held a party downstairs. Y/n avoided the parties, no matter how many times he was dragged to them he’d always hid from everyone.

“You alright?”

Y/n is pulled aqua from his thoughts when he hears Eddies soft voice next to him. He looks over to his left and a small smile spreads across his lips when his eyes land ok Eddie. “Im fine, just lost in thought.” Be shrugs his shoulders. “Sleep well?” He asks.

Eddies face goes red as he avoids eye contact. “S’fine.” He mumbled back, trying to focusing on finding another duffle bag or perhaps a tent that he can toss inside the van but the garage was nearly empty due to their work being done. Y/n chuckles, reaching out to brush his fingers against Eddie’s hair, the soft curls intertwining between his pointer finger and thumb.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Think you’ll survive the week without me?” Y/n teases, noticing Eddie’s eyes widen at the pet name, opening and closing his mouth. Not knowing what to say until Y/n steals a small kiss from his lips, away from prying eyes.

“Enjoy your camping trip.” He whispers, his fingers trailing down to graze against eddies hand before he heads back inside to get himself something to eat and continue on with his day. Eddie can only stand there in shock, his face hot and flustered.

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“So, you’re leaving in an hour? I expected you all to head out later in the afternoon.” Y/n asks, watching everyone running around as they answered frantically and quickly.

“Gotta get there soon!”

“Before anyone takes our spot.”

“We also don’t want to be in the hot sun all day and must leave early!”

Every teen says as they pass by him. The teens have grown used to Y/n’a presences and have actually spoken to him a few times. They expected him to be mean and strict but he was actually warm and caring, smooth and attractive. Lets just say that Steve got a little jealous by all the attention he was getting from ‘his’ kids.

“I thought you were coming?” Will is the one to ask, packing up the sandwiches and placing them inside a small cooler. Y/n shakes his head left and right. “Sorry kiddo, not today.” He ruffles wills hair, grinning as the young teen blushes softly, leaning in his touch a little as he smiles before pulling away. “I can help with packing if you’d like?” He offers, watching the tend nod frantically as he guides him to the dinning table where various foods lied in and just had to be packed away.

Y/n helped Will pack away the foods and made sure they stayed cool during their long trip. He’s focused on his task that he doesn’t notice Eddie staring ever once an a while every time he passes by the dinning room. He’s been watching the Professor all day, not wanting to miss a single sight once he’s out for the whole week. Eddie wished that Y/n could join them but the older man was too busy doing his own thing and would rather stay indoors. Besides, y/n didn’t look like the kind of person who enjoys camping, right?

Eddie stumbles back when Steve rushes inside with a wide smile on his face. He looks around and slims in a circle before his eyes land on the Professor. “Y/n!” He calls out, startling the young man as he looks over his shoulder with a raised brow. “Yes?”

“Turns out that we have an extra spot open, so your ass is coming to camp with us.” Steve says, earning an eye roll from the Professor. “And who exactly would I be sharing with? I doubt the kids would want me in their tents.”

Without hesitate Steve is quick to answer. “Well you can share with Eddie.” A sly grin on his face, one that Y/n knew far too well when they were both young and stupid.

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Y/n doesn't expect himself to say yes to the idea of camp, he doesn’t hate the idea of sharing a tent with Eddie he just didn’t know how Eddie would feel if they were share. They’ve already slept in the same bed and have shared many kisses, so their was no point in sugar coding the situation.

The entire group was able to make it to campsite without killing each other. The ride was full of chaos and grumbling due to the teens growing hungry or getting a full bladder which lead to multiple stops. Steve tried his best to get control of the chaos but had little to no success until Y/n stepped up, using his stern professor voice that Eddie knew too well. Y/n had forced Steve to the back seat while he took over driving, hushing the kids from causing any trouble as he drove them to the campsite. It was three hours away from town, entering a popular site that was full with families. Y/n was lucky enough to find them a good spot to claim before anyone else got to it.

After their time together in the car the group is separated into different areas, getting their tents set up and struggling a bit with the instructions awhile Eddie and Y/n stood a few feet away from the nearest tent in their group and worked on getting theirs set up.

“Do you know how to set up a tent?” Eddie questions him while watching him set out the tarp for the bottom so no rocks could jab into their backs. “Eddie, I know what i’m doing, do you?” Y/n shot back with a raised brow. He gives eddie a glance over his shoulder before continuing on with setting up the tent.

Eddie smiles a little as he helps with the other side. “You didn’t have to come.” He blurts out, wincing to himself at the rude statement. “Sorry, didn't mean it like that.”

“Its alright.” Y/n shrugs his shoulders. “Steve really wanted me to come and the kids grown onto me.” He confesses, coming to a stand as be adjusts the tent. “I feel like a professor all over when i’m around these kids, making me spit out instructions and becoming stern.” He laughs out, remembering the first year he taught. He wasn’t taken serious at first until he found a way to make sure that his students took him seriously. He ended up failing majority of them for not completing their assignments correctly, ending up with a line near his office full of angry teens. After that the school knew not to mess with their newest professor.

After spending some time at the university he’s grown used to the fact of him being the youngest and the most popular teacher on campus. Y/n ignored other professors comments towards him and just focused on his job.

“Do you like teaching or working at the university?” Eddie suddenly blurts out, tying down the tent and naming sure that is placed correctly before moving onto the next side of the tent. Y/n sighs softly, moving down to one knee as he ties down his end. “I do.” He responds.

“I didn’t always want to a teacher.” He confesses. “Before I became a teacher, I actually wanted do race cars.” He smiles softly at the thought of racing.

“Wait, wait—“ Eddie rounds the tent to stand in front of him with a shocked look on his face. “You? You wanted to race cars.” He asks the his professor who chuckled and comes to a stand, dusting the Dirt and dead grass from his pants. “Yes Eddie, I used to have other dreams.” He states as a matter of fact, stepping over to the entrance of the tent and pulling down the zipper.

“What stopped you from doing it?” Eddie steps inside the tent and helps clean out the Dirt and dust before they put their things inside and get things setup.

“My little brother was born,” Y/n states, cleaning up the messy tent and coughing a bit. “My brother came into the world and I focused on him a lot—my parents weren’t around much and were busy working in order to keep a roof over our heads and food in our mouths.” He sighs to himself. “My want for racing faded away through time and focused on studying for something that could help me. So, I became a teacher instead.”

Eddie gives him a glance, now knowing why his professor admires him. He told him last night that when he sees him he sees himself in Eddie, referring to their past together. Eddie struggled a lot as a kid with the idea of his parents fighting everyday to the point where he is abandoned on his uncles doorstep, forcing the man to raise a child that wasn’t even his.

Eddie thought that his life would continue to be shit, but his uncle raised him well. His uncle felt more like a father than an uncle and he loved him for that. Eddie did struggle a bit during his school years and soon took up the label of being the towns freak. He was considered an outcast in town, accused of murder and being hunted like an animal.

Eddie appreciated his uncles help when he forced him to leave town and start all over back in the city, giving himself a better education and a fresh new start—well, what was considered a new start. Eddie hadn’t made a single friend since he first started college, always trying to befriend anyone who would get along with him but they never lasted long. So, Eddie kept himself closed up and away from everyone.

He just didn’t expect himself to land with his professor during their summer break. He didn’t think that he would confess and have his feelings returned and accepted, kissing his Professor and spending the night with him. Now, here they both are on a camping trip and sharing a tent together.

“Your a teacher now but that shouldn’t stop you from trying. Consider is a hobby! I mean, I had a band back in high school and wanted to be famous and all but, things changed.” Eddie didn’t know why he was telling him this but it felt right, comfortable even.

“We all change.” Eddie adds.

With that, their small conversation ends as they help each other set up the final parts of their tent. Y/n works on the inside and making their space comfortable by setting ho the sleeping bags and the pillows and blankets they brought with them. He makes sure that everything is finished before stepping out of the tent and zipping it back up.

“Should we check on the others?” He asks as Eddie agrees to his idea. The two spend their time helping the teens set ho the tents, the heat of the sun shinning down on them, causing Y/n to put on a hat and some sunglasses while he helped the teens. The girls were a lot easier to deal with while the boys argued on the sleeping arrangements and who’s sleeping bag goes where, while the girls spoke softly and made quick choices and agreements on their own arrangements. After he’s done helping them set up the tent be offers to help with cooking lunch but Nancy declines, letting him know that she will be handling lunch.

Y/n decided not to argue and heads back to his tent to get some rest, upon unzipping the tent he steps Inside to see Eddie already lying on his sleeping bag with a notebook and pen in hand. Y/n frowns, “please don’t tell me that your doing some extra homework.” He groans out, zipping up the tent and kicking off his shoes, setting them aside.

Eddie chuckles. “Im not doing that—no way in hell am I going to spend this week doing homework.” He closed the notebook and placed it back inside his bag. “Just some journaling that’s all.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeing it as a big deal as Y/n hums to himself before crawling to his sleeping bag and lying on his back, letting out a deep groan. “Who would’ve thought that camping could he so hard.”

“We just got here.” Eddie reminds him, lying down as well. The two a few inches away from each other as they lie in silence, taking in the noise of teenagers arguing along with Steve's yelling. This reminded Y/n of his own time with his family before they hit adulthood, causing their bond to drift apart.

Without thinking, he reaches out to place his hand over Eddies. He felt him flinch at first before relaxing, a deep sighing escaping his nose as he gives his hand a soft squeeze in return.

“You ready to talk about last night?” Y/n whispers out in a soft tone. His thumb stroking Eddie’s palm as the other continues to stare up, avoiding his gaze like always as he opened his mouth. “Im sorry for breaking down.” He suddenly says, still embarrassed by the way he broke down In front of Y/n, his professor.

“It’s Just—“ Eddie sucks in a death breath. “I’ve never experienced something like that before and it was all new and happening so quick and I panicked.” He finally says, looking over to see Y/n smiling softly at him. He watched him sit up, hand on the side of his head to keel him up as he faced Eddie. “Its alright.” He heard him say, using his free hand to push back Eddie’s bangs.

“We can take things slow, I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable—like you said, this is your first time being with someone so don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

Eddie shakes his head, looking up “You can never do wrong. Your—“ Their eyes meet, Eddie swallows nervously. “Perfect.” He mumbled out in a soft whisper. The two continue to stare at each other.

Y/n is the first to move, leaning into Eddie, his hand cupping the back of his head. Their lips brush and Y/n acts almost tentative before he leans in with careful pressure.

Kissing Eddie fills Y/n with affection so powerful it aches. No one has ever looked at Eddie the way Y/n looks at him and the implication of that is that no one has really kissed him either. Not like this.

Y/n is pressing on the seam of his lips with his tongue and opening him up in a slow, warm sweep. A fractured sound catches in Eddie’s throat, as if taken off guard by the taste of him as he keeps Eddie close by the shirt. Eddie traced the shape of his mouth with his tongue.

Y/n’s pace builds up with a sort of hunger, a moan building from the depths of his chest as be kisses him, deepening their kiss before he breaks apart to take a ragged gasp of air.

Y/n lets him go, breathing against each other as he licks his lips. “I—sorry I should’ve—sorry.” He is quick to apologize. He promised Eddie that he wouldn’t rush things into their new relationship and felt like a line was crossed all because of their kissing.

Eddies heart hammered as he swallows thickly. “Its okay.” His voice cracks when speaking causing him to blush and clear his throat. “I enjoyed it.” He said. “A lot.”

Y/n chuckles, shaking his head. “I know but I did promise—“

Eddie hand reached up to grip the bottom ends of his professors shirt, breath short and raggedy as he leans in close, chests brushing as he speaks. “Please,” Eddie manages, half murmuring against Y/n’s mouth as he reaches for him. His hands, shaking but sure. Fingers fidgeting at the ends of his shirt.

Y/n stares down at Eddie, whispering back to him. “Are you sure?” With a nod he gets Eddie’s conformation, causing the other to push him back, lying him down on the sleeping bag and hovering over him, whispering against his neck. “Shh, be my good boy and relax.” Y/n leaves a kiss against his neck as his fingers trail under Eddie’s shirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Eddie does his best to help, his hands moving to help Y/n ease away the layers that separate the two of them and Eddie fumbles miserably. Y/n helps take care of it and Eddie chuckles a little. “I can do it.” He protests and can’t stop smiling as Y/n lifts the shirt over his own head and tossed it aside, reaching down to fumble with Eddie’s belt.

“Just wait—“

“I’ve been waiting.” Y/n reminds him, an unfamiliar urgency entering his voice that leaves no space for argument. The heat that rises to Eddies skin makes up for any chill that could settle in as Y/n strips him. When he’s finished and returns back to Eddie he leans down to kiss him again.

“Let me look at you.” Y/n asks softly, leaning back a little as he takes in the sight of Eddie. Slowly, carefully, he lets his hands wander. His finger tips brushing against the softness of his skin and can feel Eddie’s slight shiver before relaxing against him. His head leaning back as an unsteady exhale escapes Eddie’s lips.

Y/n fingers follow small scars, littered around his torso. Eddies breath hitched, hand shooting out to grip his wrist, pain and fear filling his eyes as Y/n uses his free hand to place against his ribs. “Its alright.” He whispers, leaning down to press their foreheads together. Eddie leans into the touch and keeps himself calm.

“Good, good, just relax. Im not going to hurt you.” Eddie hears him whisper as his hand lets go of his wrist, trusting the man above him as he goes back to exploring the scars that littered his body. His fingers tracing over them. “You have so many.” Y/n says softly, his thumb circling a spot dangerously close to his torso, and Eddie hums in reply.

Eddie is opening his mouth to speak but Y/n is quick to shake his head. “Don’t speak—I understand. I’ll make the pain go away, you’re safe with me.” He reassures Eddie. “You okay to keep going?” He didn’t want to push Eddie into going any further but he instead nods in return. “Please.” He breaths out as he stares up at him.

Y/n groans, biting his lip, sitting up from his position and reaching over, fumbling around in his bag, and the implication alone makes Eddie’s head rush. Y/n takes what feels like an eternity, slicking his fingers and rubbing them together to warm them, and Eddie catches the inside of his check between his teeth.

“You have to tell me.” Y/n says, his voice quiet but serious as he positions himself above him. Eddie isn't sure how he manages to hear him over the rapid pounding of his heartbeat, but nods. Y/n reaches down between them. As much as Eddie wills himself to relax his body still tenses. Wincing, Eddie closed his eyes and his next breath hisses in from between his teeth.

“Easy.” Y/n says, placing a hand against his chest. Heeding the advice, Eddie takes in another slow breath. “Sorry, its good just—“ his voice is a little strained. “First time.” His face grow red, feeling terribly exposed.

Y/n smiles softly, leaning forward to capture his lips into a chaste kiss as he continues. Slowly, he starts again. One slick finger sliding up inside Eddie with steady pressure, moving in a few shallow thrusts that quickly build.

“God.” Eddie sighs hazily.

Y/n takes it as permission to ease a second finger up inside him and Eddie’s breath catches with a whining sound, rocking his hips down to meet him. Y/n gives off a soft grin as he moves in a full form rhythm, pausing to curl his fingers or spread them apart, stretching him open and sighing when Eddie shudders.

“Good boy.” Y/n utters, almost too quiet to be heard and Eddie gazes up at him with a breathless whine. Y/n turns his wrist, just enough, and this time his fingers curl the slow, steady wag y/n’s been touching Eddie.

Eddie chokes, scrambling he grabs Y/n’s upper arms. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his hips jerk back against his fingers. “Mhm.”

“There?” Y/n questions, his fingers thrusting deeper into him as Eddie throws his head back in pleasure. “Its good, but please, I want to feel you so badly. Don’t make me beg.” He whines out, eyes growing glossy.

As much as Y/n wanted to hear Eddie beg for him he knows be can’t. Not today, not right now, slamming their mouths together to muffle his moans. “Shit.” Y/n curses quietly against his mouth. Drawing his hand back as Eddie moans quietly at the absence of his fingers. Aching for him and wanting to feel full.

Y/n doesn’t have time to reach for the lube and instead he slicks his hand with spit, spitting into the palm of his hand, biting back a groan as he spreads it along the length of his cock. Eddie bites his lip, watching as Y/n touches himself, settling himself back between Eddie’s legs, and Eddie draws his knees up on either side of him.

Laying warm hands on the inside of Eddie’s thighs, he urges his legs a little further apart. Then, be grabs his hips and gracefully, drags Eddie closer until he’s practically in his lap.

“Better.”

Y/n presses forward now and Eddie hides his mouth behind his palm. One hand firmly gripping Eddie’s hip while the other steadies his cock as be slowly sinks into him. As Eddie’s expression tightens , taking the adjustment slow before be relaxes.

Y/n’s cock is thick and hard, filling him up. There’s nothing but skin on skim as Y/n pushes in deeper and harder. Eddies ears ring as he muffles a sound like sob beneath his hand.

“Easy, just relax.” Y/n whispers against Eddie’s ear as he placed his free hand ok his shoulder, keeping him steady as be breaths out a muffled plead. “Please—fuck,” Y/n takes that as his cue to move his hips, moving down against him in a slow pace before slowly speeding up. Eddie gasps out, his back curving off the bed as his entire body jerks up.

Y/n moves harder, another quiet curse falling from his lips. He hooks his leg over his shoulder, while the other digs into the blankets beneath them. Bracing himself enough to rock back against him. Eddie meets Y/n’s thrusts, taking him deeper, harder, and Eddie shudders with an unsteady moan.

“Its good—“ Eddie moans out. “Right there, and you feel so good Y/n, please—please!”

Y/n shudders above him, his lips press against his chest, forehead, his cheeks, his neck, anything he can mark as his. “Your going to ruin me.” He growls lowly, Eddie arched up to let out a breathy laugh. “Please.” He repeats shakily. Y/n groans, hips snapping up against Eddie with a sudden force due to Eddie’s begging chorus.

It doesn’t take much more for Y/n to slam deep and hard into Eddie as he comes with a shudder, drawing out a moan, as Eddie’s back lifts off the mattress in a needy arch as he spills over Y/n’s chest. His chest heaving in sharp and unsteady gasps of air. The air around then growing intensely hot as they breath against each other. Y/n’s hands gripping his hips as he slowly pulls out, earning a whine from the man beneath him.

Eddie lifts his hips to help, biting his lip as be lies back underneath the blankets. His hair sticking to his forehead from the heat as he slowly starts to feel light headed.

“Hey.” He hears Y/n say, gently tapping his fingers against his cheek as he leans down to kiss his lips. “Here,” he mumbles against his mouth, his hand curling underneath his head as he helped him sit up, placing the tip of the water bottle against his lips and makes him drink the water.

“I don’t think your first time should’ve been underneath this hot weather.” Y/n chuckles as eddie smiles, drinking the cool water and wrapping his fingers around the bottle while the other got then cleaned up, using his own shirt to clean up Eddie’s and his mess.

Once Eddie is done drinking he hands the bottle to Y/n who gladly takes it and takes his own sip, before closing the cap around the bottle and tossing it aside. He turns his attention back to Eddie and with a smile he leans forward to capture his lips into a deep kiss.

“Thank you.” Eddie mumbled against his lips while Y/n grins. “Im not entirely done with you yet, big boy.” Hs teases. “But, I think we can keep going later tonight, right?” Eddie nods his head while Y/n gives him one last kiss. “My good boy.”

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⋆˙ Eddie Munson Headcannons!!!

summary: I love my dark, curly haired, nerd punks as much as the next idiot, but let me tell you exactly why; between sharing interests and personal space, here's a few things I think would come included with your Eddie Munson Boyfriend Pack™ :)

wc: 645 words, short n' sweet !

warnings/tags: sexual behavior implied but not explicit, gn!reader, fluff

⚘᠂ strong attempts on his part to clean / tidy up a bit before someone important to him comes over. things like gathering up any old dishes, bottles, or cans, emptying ashtrays and throwing dirty laundry into a more discreet spot to be dealt with later. maybe he makes his bed and makes sure all his drawers are closed, picks shit off the floors and makes sure whatever needs to be put back, is.

⚘᠂ it's a show that isn't actually all that necessary considering how long and how well he's been know, but it's sweet and welcome nonetheless.

⚘᠂ You’ll be carrying hair ties on your wrist if you don't already do so. Maybe you can even teach him how to take care of it lmao

⚘᠂ sitting on his lap (or vice versa?) for physical contact and also to provide a familiar weight that can keep him still. his fingers will still tap, and fiddle with things like the hem of your shirt or your own hands, but be careful because he will get handsy very quickly (it's the understimulated/bored ADHD needing instant gratification for me)

⚘᠂ sometimes you can sus out his more suggestive motivations by what rings are on which fingers (or more like which ones they're specifically Not on)

⚘᠂ it means enduring the sudden bursts of dancing and movement that possess him during the music he's listening to, fully jumping up and giving in, putting that hair to such good use

⚘᠂ mutually strong hugs!!!! hold him tight he'll hug you tighter! in good times it's more like a challenge or a joke; a "see how far we can get before someone injured their ribs" kind of thing, but in times of panic it can be grounding for both of you, a reminder that you're both still kickin’.

⚘᠂ He can’t rollerskate worth a shit. doesn't really matter because it's not his scene nor his music - but you can drag him into a rink anyway.

- (take it as you will: either u make him, and he manages to pick it up, or you circle around as he watches from the wall- all holding hands and smiles with sudden cocky bursts of competitiveness or showboating, and nervous near-falling when transitioning on and off of the rink

⚘᠂ but speaking of music: sitting in on his rehearsals, he might sound terrible, it's his house shows and small gigs that matter tho and you make yourself loud and known, biggest fan #1

⚘᠂ he's the type to crowd you randomly before backing up after surprising you to gauge ur reaction. it just doesn't occur to him to be conscious of it, but he'll continue his theatrics when he can tell you're caught up.

- he's the type to go for back hugs and resting his chin on your shoulder (whileee rocking back and forth just to be annoying)

⚘᠂ i wish so hard that lord of the rings came out at this time so i can say: please watch lord of the rings with him he would love it it would be great. but i can't, you can't - im gonna cry real

⚘᠂ him skipping school or leaving early or during lunch to go find you at work or at home (also didn't fully communicate)- leaving campus

⚘᠂ that handkerchief isn't in his pocket for no reason, babe. check the tapes, there's cuffs on his wall. he's been outcast he's a little fucked up is a little high-chasing and he's got his painful skin markings - he likes it! let's do it

⚘᠂ chances are he's never seen the ocean, the biggest body of water would have been a lake, but i think as someone who's lived on a coast their whole life i'd love to see him see it. he might now how to swim.. even if he doesn't, he'd have fun getting goofy on the beach, playing with the sand, throwing water, droplets off his curls

a/n: first post!! it's not my branding and a little bit short, but i wanted to start somewhere - big things are cooking up! hope you enjoy and your time is really appreciated!! written with the help of @somnichron ⋆˙⊹ .

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The lights flickered on and off above you as the weather grew worse. Everyone had left you to find out what was causing it as the storm had come on so fast no one could agree on whether it was natural or supernatural. 

Your house had been picked as a check-in point as it was in the eye of the proverbial storm and relatively unaffected. However, you were certain that you had seen some sort of huge wolf or dog that was made entirely of thunder as you locked up and only Isaac had shown up to look into whatever it had been that you saw.

“I’m pretty sure whatever it is has passed by. I should get back out there.” Isaac assured you.

“You’re sure?” You asked quietly as you tried not to look as nervous as you felt. Isaac hesitated and glanced at the door.

“I could double check that the house is safe?” He offered. You nodded and followed him around the house, helping him double-check that the windows were secure. “See. Everything seems fine.”

As he spoke the lights cut out. You jumped and grabbed onto his arm. The sound of electricity buzzed through the house as all the lights grew brighter and brighter, and then all the lightbulbs in the house exploded at the same time. You helped and felt Isaac pull you closer and put his arm over your head to stop shards of glass from falling on you.

“See! Something is wrong!” You insisted. Isaac stepped away and looked around. “I don't want to be alone.”

“What?” He said as he looked back at you.

“You were leaving. I don’t want to stay here on my own.” You insisted. Issac was reluctant but nodded, leading the way back to the living room and carefully around the shattered glass throughout the house. He left you on the living room sofa with the spare satellite phone Scott had left you with while he went to find you some shoes so you wouldn’t cut your feet on the glass. When you explained what happened Isaac returned and took the phone, insisting that he would stay with you. As he spoke the street outside started to glow a headache-inducing blueish green and you turned Isaac to face the living room window. 

“Turn the phone off.” You whispered. 

“What?” He whispered back. You snatched the phone and turned it off. The giant glowing wolf sniffed the air and then passed by. “It’s sniffing out electricity?” Isaac said quietly.

“You saw it too?” You asked.

“Yes. Yes, I did. How do we get everyone here without attracting it back over here?” He asked.

“I have no idea.” You answered both of you staring at the spot the giant wolf had been.

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Happy Holi-gays!

Here’s my spicy six holiday writing! (two months late (((:)

Thank you so much to @thefreakandthehair for the prompt, please go make sure to read everything that everyone else has been posting!

(i also made art that's on ao3 with the story- but im a sleeby boy and that shit's difficult to add in so-- go check it out on there! & my dividers were made by someone...... i cannot recall their user and i feel like a bag of dicks but if any of y'all can figure it out pls tag them for me so i know<3)

(second also-- ty to lou, ej, & cat for beta-ing for me<33 i love you guys so much!)

to read on ao3:

if you wanna read it here then here ya go!

10 days before Christmas - 1987

Eddie slams his fist on the door to apartment 2B, rattling the door on its hinges. He’s got his bottom lip bit between his teeth while he pops his knuckles, waiting anxiously for someone to let him in. After what feels like five minutes (which realistically was about thirty seconds, but when you’re nervous time seems to move exceedingly slowly, give the man a break), a very festive looking Argyle opens the door. Bells ring as he lazily waves a hello to Eddie, nods his head and takes a step back to let him inside.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, my herbaceous buddy?” He asks with a dopey grin on his face. Argyle closes the door while Eddie looks around, taking in the colorful lights and heavily decorated tree by the television.

“Well, okay, so here’s the deal. It’s our first Christmas, like, together, you know? Like, with everybody being in their little couples and no weird upside down related shit, and we’re real adults now, right? And we’re gonna have our little Christmas party together, but I was just thinking, everyone has like little traditions that they do for holidays, right?” Eddie rambles, his hands moving wildly around him while he meanders around his point. Argyle nods at him, hanging off of every word to encourage him to go on.

“What if, we all— you, me, Stevie, Jonny, Nance, and Robbie come up with our own traditions? Like, maybe we all bring one tradition that our family does or something, and we make it like a thing?” He starts again, a hopeful look on his face while he explains, “‘Cause me and Wayne have always gone and visited some of my family and like we spend a day making tamales and flautas together, and I was just thinking that I would really, really enjoy seeing everybody try and cook that shit. I like, barely have gotten the hang of it, and I’ve been helping with them and not hanging at the kiddie table for like, four years or something now.”

Argyle thinks for a second, nodding his head softly, while Eddie wrings his hands together and grins at him. Thinking about the few cousins he has on Wayne’s side always makes him happy, but when he thinks about spending holidays with them, his happiness expands tenfold. They don’t see each other often, but every time they reconnect, it’s like there was never any time in between their meetings.

“Okay brochacho, I totally am picking up what you’re putting down, and I think we totally could convince our funky little friends to do that! Just thinking about Big Byers covered in maza has me fucking excited,” Argyle laughs. He grins so wide his eyes basically close at the thought, but suddenly they shoot open, “Wait bro, where are we gonna do all this at? Jonny boy and I definitely don’t have a big enough kitchen, and I don’t think you and Nance would be able to hold all six of us, would you?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, dearest Argyle, for we’ve got the Harrington Manor at our disposal for the foreseeable future,” Eddie grins wickedly, throwing his arms out in front of him as if he’s displaying something in the air. “Speaking of Harrington, I do need to go see my lovely boy, so I’ll smell ya later, dude. Is it cool if I call you later to confirm the time and everything once Jonny’s home?” He asks as he spins around to leave, opening the door and taking one step outside, so he can still hear Argyle’s response.

“Sure dude, we’re spending a night in for once, so we’ll be here,” He affirms, as if he and Jonathan ever leave their apartment for anything besides work and picking up their “supply” from Eddie.

Eddie basically skips to his van, throwing the door open and hopping in. He puts in his favorite tape that Steve made him, that has a perfect cursive “You suck, Eds” written on the front. He remembers when Steve gave it to him, acting all shy and trying to use his Harrington Charm to make Eddie swoon.

He’d batted his pretty round eyes at Eddie, hiding his arms behind his back while he asked questions about metal that he already knew the answer to. Eddie’d rolled his eyes and thrown a crooked smile his way, saying, “Now, now pretty boy, I’m pretty sure we’ve already gone over this. Do you just like hearing me explain things to you a million times?” He brought his hand up to push hair out of Steve’s face, basking in the deep blush that slowly spread from his cheeks to his neck.

“I- I um… I was just wondering because… Um- I made you this? And you know, I just wanted to make sure I had, like, remembered things correctly and everything,” Steve started rambling, his hands bringing the perfectly wrapped tape in front of him, a shy smile on his face. Eddie stared shell shocked at the gift in front of him, his hand still softly brushed up against Steve’s temple. Steve nudged the tape into Eddie’s chest, blinking his eyes very obviously at him.

Eddie took the present that was given to him, and held it carefully. With the utmost caution, he peeled the black wrapping paper back, his eyes growing even bigger when he realized it was actually a mixtape that Steve made. No one had ever made Eddie a mixtape before, and especially not a mixtape covered in goofy looking hearts and two stick figures holding hands on the bottom.

He glanced up at Steve, who was biting his bottom lip anxiously, as he did a little jazz hand, “Tada! I’ve been working on this for like… A few months, honestly. I just wanted it to be perfect for you? Because you’re perfect to me?” An awkward grin graced his face while he scratched his neck with the non-jazz hand.

“Steve Harrington… I know you didn’t actually make the little ole town freak a mixtape now, did you?” Eddie whispered, a teasing grin beginning to form on his lips.

Steve’s blush deepened even further while he looked to the floor, shrugging his shoulders.“I just wanted you to have a little piece of me with you everywhere you go? You know, like, you get to hear these songs and then think of…Steve,��� He mumbled and rocked back and forth on his heels. Steve blew air out of his mouth and gave Eddie a goofy grin.

“Stevie, you… You are so unbelievable,” Eddie breathed and put the tape in his front pocket. He cupped Steve’s face with his hands and gently pressed their lips together. Steve immediately kissed him back, moving his hands to Eddie’s hips and stepping closer to him. They stayed like that, kissing in Steve’s bedroom and losing track of time. Eventually, Eddie pulled back.

“No one’s ever done anything this nice for me before,” He breathed, his face barely inches from Steve’s. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met, inside and out, and I really, really don’t understand why you’d spend any time doing something so sweet for me.”

“Can’t you tell why I’d do this? I feel like I’ve been so obvious!” Steve laughed, moving one hand from Eddie’s hip to cup his cheek, “I like you so much, Eds. I know that it says you suck, but that’s actually a lie. You make me so, so happy, and you’re practically all I talk about. I’m pretty sure Robin was going to murder me if I didn’t figure out some way to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He grinned and poked Eddie’s cheek, “Plus, I was getting real sick and tired of not being able to do this.” Steve kissed him softly and pulled away before Eddie could kiss back.

“Now, if I said I wanted to be your boyfriend… would that be okay?” He asked shyly, moving his hands to hold Eddie’s. Steve chewed his lip while Eddie processed, spinning the rings on Eddie’s fingers.

“I would be over the moon if I got to call you mine, pretty boy.” Eddie nodded, his reserved smile turning into a giant grin.

Eddie uses his key to unlock the front door to the “Harrington Manor”, kicking his shoes off when he gets in and putting his keys in the bowl. He wanders to his boyfriend’s room, humming a little ‘Mr. Crowley’ while he swings open the door, finding a napping Steve on the bed. He’s got his glasses falling off his nose, and Eddie’s very loved copy of The Two Towers resting open on his chest.

“Stevie, baby… Good morning,” he whispers, lightly brushing hair from Steve’s forehead. Steve huffs and shakes his head, rolling over as he presses his face into his pillow.

“C’mon, I’ve gotta talk to you about some holiday plans,” Eddie laughs, plucking the book from his boyfriend and trying to roll him back over. “You aren’t even supposed to be sleeping right now, you’re gonna mess up your sleep schedule!”

“Eds… I gotta sleeeeep, get in the bed with me, please?” Steve mumbles into the pillow, not letting Eddie roll him. He reaches out his hands and grabs at Eddie, trying to pull him on top. “So sleepy… Waited so long.”

“Baby, it’s been barely an hour, I literally haven't been gone long enough for you to be asleep.” Eddie complains as he crawls over Steve, cradling his head, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt him.

“Tell me about it,” Steve huffs, opening one eye to look at Eddie as he cracks a sleepy smile. Eddie grins back, “Stevie, can we talk now? I have a question that’s kind of important.”

Steve yawns, “Go for it.” He rests a hand gently on Eddie’s head and starts playing with his hair.

“So… You know how we don’t really have any plans for Christmas? Because Rob and Nance are doing their Hanukkah thing, and the Hopper-Byers clan has decided to vacation to Cali, excluding Jonny, so we were just going to… do nothing?” Eddie continues, “I talked to Argyle, and we want to try and do like a holiday cooking party type thing. Here. Just the six of us, no kids, and we can make our own holiday traditions.”

Steve’s eyes shoot open, “You mean like… like a family? You wanna do family things with me, Eds? And, when would we do them? Christmas is in like… a week, and I think Robs told me that Hanukkah starts soon, right?” He moves his hand down to hold Eddie’s cheek.

“Stevie, of course I wanna do family things with you, I love you. I love you so, so much. You are my family, you and Wayne, but I want to celebrate with you. I want to celebrate every single holiday we can together. And we can have the party this Saturday? I’m pretty sure everyone’s got it off, and I have Friday off, too, so I can go and get supplies. Does that sound okay?” Eddie leans into Steve’s hand, giving it a soft kiss and smiling.

“That sounds perfect, love. I’ll go call Robs and check if that works for them. Do you wanna come with me, or do you wanna stay here and rest a little?” Steve asks, pulling Eddie close to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie smiles and kisses him back.

“I’ll go wherever you go, pretty boy.”

---

“Buckley residence, this is Nancy speaking,” Nancy answers the phone, sticking her tongue out at Robin who wasn’t able to get there quick enough.

“Oh, Steve! To what do we owe the pleasure of your call?” She leans away from Robin, who grabs for her and the phone, “Nance! That’s my best friend, I wanna talk to him!”

“Oh wow, you guys are inviting us to your house for a… holiday cooking party…? Do you mean like Christmas, because you know Robbie doesn’t celebrate that, and if you’re inviting us to a Christmas party I will be offended on her behalf, considering you’re supposed to be her best friend.” Nancy scolds, squealing when Robin grabs her by the waist. Robin plants a kiss on the side of her head, giggling when Nancy blushes.

“Okay… So you want us to come over Saturday? We’ll just have to be home in time to light the menorah and everything, so you can’t keep us too late,” Nancy questions, looking over to Robin.

She puts her hand over the receiver, “Does Saturday at 3pm sound okay to make food with the boys?” Robin nods, resting her chin on Nancy’s shoulder. Uncovering the receiver, Nancy lets Steve know that they’ll be there before hanging up.

“Not even letting me speak to my best friend in the whole world? The love of my life? Nancy, what are you doing! Are you jealous of little ole Stevie?” Robin jokes, placing dramatic, slobbery kisses to her girlfriend’s shoulder. Nancy giggles and rolls her eyes, “Darling. You see him every single day at work, and I just wanted to get him off the phone so I could spend some time with my favorite woman on the whole planet.”

Nancy turns around, wrapping her arms around Robin’s neck as she plants a soft kiss to her cheek. Robin snorts and her face starts to turn a bright red as she wraps her arms tighter around Nancy’s waist.

“I’m your favorite woman on the whole planet, Nance?” Robin whispers, a cheeky smile on her face. Nancy nods, kissing her other cheek, “Robin Buckley, you may be my most favorite person on the whole planet, not just my favorite woman.” Robin kisses her softly, knowing that Nancy’s telling the truth, if the letter she’d received 6 months ago was anything to go by.

“Robbie,

I don’t think I have ever met someone who makes me feel the way that you do. I thought that maybe I was making things up, or that I was misreading our interactions, but I know that the way I feel about you isn’t anything that could be misread or made up. I think about you more than is probably sane, considering that we barely get to see each other as of late. I love listening to you ramble when you’re nervous, or when you’re really excited about something, or someone brings up a topic that you love. I love when you make snarky comments under your breath that you think no one can hear. I love when you protect your friends without thought, not caring what happens to you as long as they’re safe. I love when you smile, when you laugh, when you accidentally make noises because you’re so excited you have no other way to express it. I love that you love things so passionately, not caring what people have to say. I love you, Robin. I think that this may be the easiest thing I’ve ever done, although I guess I am copping out a bit, sending a letter and all. I hope that you get this soon, and I hope that I’m not wrong about your feelings.

Estaré aquí cuando me quieras, por siempre si es lo que quieres.

Para siempre,

Nancy Wheeler”

As soon as Robin finished reading the letter, she called Steve. She waited for about three rings until he picked up, “Harrington residence, this is Steve speaking.”

“Steve! Get over here, like asap! I really, really need to get to Nancy’s, like now, please,” Robin urged. She kept the phone between her shoulder and ear as she slipped her converse on.

“Nancy’s? Why do you need to go there now? It’s like… 2pm, what are you going to do at 2pm on a weekday?” Steve asked. Robin could hear him picking up his keys, though, which had her grinning.

“I think your ex-girlfriend is also in love with me? She sent me a letter? I really, really hope this isn’t some kind of sick joke, Steve. No one would do that, right? I-I mean… No one even knows, about me, I mean, so they wouldn’t know to confess to me as Nancy… Right?” Robin started rambling, almost dropping the phone while she tied her shoes.

“Robs. Calm down, dude. I don’t think anyone knows, and it’s definitely very like Nance to send you a letter like we don’t have cars and phones,” Steve laughed, “I’m leaving now, love you, see you soon.”

“I love you too, hurry your ass up before I spiral even further, please!” Robin rushed out, putting the phone back into the cradle.

It took him 20 minutes, but Steve finally pulled up to Robin’s house. He honked his horn obnoxiously, and Robin ran outside so fast she almost fell down the steps to her house.

“Dear lord, could you have taken any longer? How am I supposed to go profess my love to your ex if you take 20 minutes to get here?” She started speaking as soon as she opened the car door, throwing her bag in by her feet before throwing herself in.

“I’m sorry that I have to obey traffic laws? Would you rather I died on the way to get you to the love of your life?” He asked rhetorically, easing his foot off of the brake and heading for Nancy’s house.

“I dunno, dude, I think maybe that would not be so great, but I can’t think about anything right now besides the fact that your ex-girlfriend, one of the most literally smartest people in all of Hawkins,” Robin started, pulling down the passenger side visor and checking her hair. “Confessed her love for your current best friend and platonic soulmate, one of the most awkward and anxious people in all of Hawkins.” She continued, rubbing under her eyes and slapping her cheeks.

“You may be awkward and anxious, but you’re still a catch! Do you know how many languages you know? And, you have like the cutest freckles, and you get her weird nerd jokes! You guys are like, perfect for eachother!” Steve exclaimed, taking his eyes off the road to look incredulously at his best friend.

“I guess… you might be right. And, she wrote in Spanish! Do you know how many people have learned phrases in other languages for me? None, Steve, the answer is none. She went out and learned how to say something, just because she knows that I know the language.” Robin rambled, her hands moving wildly as Steve pulled in front of Nancy’s house.

“She totally is in love with you, please, please go get your girl, and keep me posted!” He yelled the last part as Robin got out of the car, waving her hand at him and flipping him off.

Nancy walked to her front door when she heard the bell ring, opening it to a red faced Robin.

“I love you, Nancy,” Robin started, glancing at Nancy’s face and then immediately looking at the ground. “I am so, so in love with you. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone tell me they love me, especially not the way you did, and I especially didn’t expect you to pull out Spanish on me. No one’s ever learned Spanish for me, Nance. I- I don’t think anyone’s ever really even written me a—” Nancy cut her off, kissing her quickly and softly, barely giving Robin time to react.

“You are so incredibly cute when you’re nervous,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Robin’s face turned an even darker shade of red and her eyes widened comically.

“I-I’m sorry, I just really, really didn’t know that you felt the same way I did, and I just got the letter and I wanted to see you as soon as I could, so Steve drove me over here and now I’m here and you’re here and I just love you.” Robin laughed nervously.

“Can we- can we do that again? Please?” She whispered, ghosting her fingers along her bottom lip when she realized that Nancy had in fact kissed her. Nancy reached her hand out to Robin’s face, touching her cheek softly.

“You mean kiss?” She asked, taking a small step closer to Robin. Robin nodded, so Nancy leaned in to press their lips together again. Robin let out a small breath, kissing Nancy eagerly.

They stayed like that for what simultaneously felt like five minutes and five hours, before breaking apart to smile at each other.

“It’s just you and me now, okay?” Nancy asked as she broke the kiss, cradling Robin’s head in her hands.

Robin nodded and took one of Nancy’s hands off of her face to hold it, giving it a soft kiss.

“Cara mia, could you please come here?” Robin yells across the house to Nancy. She ties the last bow on the small gift box on the table as she waits. Nancy makes her way to the living room with a little gift bag in her hand.

“Did you finish your wrapping, lovely?” Nancy asks and sets her gift bag next to Robin’s box. She wraps an arm around Robin’s waist and plants a soft kiss on her cheek.

“I did indeed! Do you like the little bow?” She responds, twisting to kiss Nancy as she grabs the present box to hold up.

“Oh! That’s so cute! You just did that?” Nancy exclaims, gently taking the present to examine it. “This has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever gotten and I haven’t even opened it yet.”

“It’s no big deal, really! Just some ribbon and scissors and time and I got it all done!” Robin laughs awkwardly, a light blush on her cheeks. “Do you wanna open it and see if you like the gift…?” She suggests, biting her lip lightly when Nancy nods.

Nancy gently undoes the bow on top and takes her time removing the paper to reveal a small, black, hand-bound leather journal. Her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ as she opens it to find that the first page has already been written in.

“For Nancy, my beautifully brained pearl in a sea of fish-scale imitations. I adore you and you are going so, so many places.

Xx Robbie”

Nancy puffs her bottom lip out and looks up at Robin, “I’m the beautiful brain? Robs, this is so thoughtful. I love this and I’m going to write only the most special things in it. I love you.”

“I love you too! I tried really hard and had to make Steve take me to like four different bookstores to try and find the perfect journal, because they all had like boring journals with flowers and like, girly things, and you’re girly but you’re not girly, and you deserve something that’s professional but sleek, but also sturdy, which is why I went with a hand-bound one instead of just a regular old machine-bound one, and Steve thought it was sweet and so did Eddie, but nothing that they think matters because they’re not you, even though Steve did—” Robin gets interrupted in her rambling by a swift kiss from her girlfriend, pointedly shutting her up.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Open your gift now, please,” She whispers, pulling the bag from the table and lightly shoving it in Robin’s hands.

Robin nods quickly and takes the tissue out of the bag, squealing when she pulls out a rubix cube. “Nancy! Are you for real right now?” She asks as she drops the bag and starts trying to solve the cube.

“One hundred percent, lovely. I know it’s not a lot but I figured it would make you happy and keep you entertained,” Nancy smiles as she watches Robin hop from one foot to the other while she fidgets.

“I absolutely love it, please, please can we light the menorah so we can cuddle on the couch and I can play with this?” Robin whisper yells and looks up at Nancy.

Nancy nods and takes the lighter from the table, “Do you wanna do this or do you want me to so you don’t have to put the cube down?”

“You, please. Thank you,” She responds, smiling softly while Nancy lights the Shamash. After Nancy lights the Shamash, Robin recites the blessings and gives Nancy the go ahead to light the first candle. She lights it and places it on the very far right side of the menorah, smiling proudly at Robin. Nancy places the Shabash back in the middle of the menorah and lets Robin begin singing ‘Maoz Tzur’, closing her eyes to take time to just listen.

When Robin finishes, Nancy holds her hand softly, “Thank you for letting me be a part of this with you, Robbie. I really appreciate it. This was very special and I’m sorry your parents couldn’t be here tonight to help.”

Robin smiles softly at her and plants a kiss to her cheek, “It’s okay, it really is. Their jobs wouldn’t let them off early enough and we’ve got a big next few days, so I’m glad I got to spend tonight with you.” She takes the hand holding Nancy’s and leads her into the living room, dropping her off at the couch.

“So, querida, do you wanna watch Rocky Horror or The Apartment?”

---

Jonathan hums as he licks the rolling paper and seals it closed, twisting the end and grinning to himself.

“Argyle, babe, are you ready to smoke the prettiest doobie ever made?” He asks and turns to his side, holding the joint up proudly. Argyle laughs and kisses his cheek, “I was born ready, Jonny baby. This bad boy’s about to be so good!”

Argyle lights the joint, inhaling smoothly and holding in for a second before lightly grabbing Jonathan’s chin to give him a light kiss and exhale smoke into his mouth. Jonathan inhales the smoke and breaks the kiss to exhale, chuckling at his boyfriend’s antics.

They continue smoking, keeping up the puff-puff-pass routine and occasionally sharing kisses and smoke, smiling at eachother. When they’ve finally cashed it, Argyle puts it out in their Garfield ashtray, a gift they’d received from Eddie and Uncle Wayne.

“What say you to a holiday dinner with the mystery gang? Eds and I talked about it earlier because he just, like, showed up here, and we thought it might be cool to have everyone together,” He asks, taking Jonathan’s hand to place light kisses on his knuckles.

“Oh yeah, when are we gonna do that? Also, where? I don’t think our apartment is big enough for all of us…” Jonathan looks around with glassy eyes, his lips slightly parted. He squints and turns his head back to Argyle, shrugging lightly when Argyle grins.

Argyle laughs, “We’re gonna do it on uh… Saturday? I think? And Eds volunteered Stevie’s house! But… I think he’s supposed to call soon… I can’t really remember…” He shrugs, leaning his head onto his boyfriend’s shoulder and yawning. Jonathan wraps an arm around him, pulling him in close and closes his eyes.

Suddenly, the phone rings, pulling them out of their little bubble. Argyle hops up, almost hitting their heads together before running to the phone attached to the wall. He picks it up excitedly, cheesing at his boyfriend on the couch,“Thank you for calling the Byers-Alvarez residence, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call, my righteous friend?”

Argyle nods, seemingly very into what the other person was saying. Having piqued Jonathan’s interest, he gets off the couch to see who’s called them. He walks up behind Argyle, snaking his arms around his waist before gently placing kisses onto his shoulder. Jonathan does his best to eavesdrop, and Eddie makes it especially easy as he talks loudly and excitedly on the other end.

“Stevie said we can use the Harrington Manor, so you guys can get here at like, 2:30 so we have time to get things finished before the ladies have to go back to Rob’s?”

“You got it, bud! Jonny and I will be there, should we bring anything?” Argyle responds, and finishes their conversation before hanging up the phone. He turns in Jonathan’s embrace and wraps his arms around his neck, planting a big, slobbery kiss on his lips. Jonathan returns the kiss, smiling widely at his dorky partner.

Argyle hums softly, moving one hand to hold Jonathan’s cheek, caressing it softly. He breaks the kiss after a moment, touching their foreheads together.

“I love you, sweet thing.” He whispers, rubbing his thumb up and down Jonathan’s cheek.

“I love you more, Arg.” His boyfriend responds, lightly rubbing their noses together and letting out a little laugh. He gives him one more peck before reaching up to take the hand that’s on his face into his own, swaying to an imaginary beat. Argyle joins him, lacing their fingers together. He hums softly, resting his cheek against Jonathan’s as they continue their dance together.

Argyle rang the doorbell to Jonathan’s house, taking a step back so he wasn’t right in front of the door when it opened. He looked down at the pizza box in his hands, grinning as he thought about its contents.

Jonathan opened the door, with bloodshot eyes and a goofy smile on his face. He pushed the door open a bit wider and gestured for Argyle to come in.

“Hey man, I wasn’t expecting you! Come on in, it’s just me tonight cause Will and El went out with my mom earlier,” He supplied as Argyle followed him inside and stepped out of his shoes.

“Oh, righteous! I was at work and they let me leave early, so I thought I’d come see my favorite Jonny Boy and bring him some ‘zza,” Argyle held out the box to his friend after Jonathan closed the door. He took the pizza box and walked it into the kitchen to place it on the table.

“Thanks, Arg, what kind is it?” Jonathan walked to a cabinet and pulled out two plates, setting them on the table where they’d be sitting. Argyle thanked him and opened the box with a shy smile on his face.

“It’s uh… Veggie and pineapple, just like you like it!” He turned the now opened box to Jonathan, watching him for his reaction. Argyle had placed the spinach on his pizza to look like a little marijuana leaf in the corner, and tomatoes in the center in the shape of a heart. Next to the heart was a pineapple question mark, and a little note was tucked underneath. Jonathan’s mouth opened in surprise, and he removed the note from underneath.

“Jonny,

You’re my best friend in the whole world, my sweet cheese, my ride or die. I love you with my whole heart, and I put it on a pizza just for you! (Don’t panic, no hearts were harmed in the making of this pizza) I don’t think I’d rather spend my time with anyone but you. Please look up at me now!”

Jonathan chuckled lightly and held onto the note, his eyes moving up to look at Argyle who had a soft blush on his cheeks.

“Do you wanna maybe… be mine, Jonny?” He asked softly, chewing on his bottom lip while he waited on a response.

“Like… Your boyfriend?”Jonathan clarified. Argyle nodded, his eyes wider than they had been before.

Jonathan stepped closer to him, reaching the hand without the note up to cup Argyle’s cheek. He nodded quickly before moving in to press their lips together. Argyle immediately kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Jonathan’s waist.

Breaking away, Jonathan smiled at his now-boyfriend, “Do you wanna eat this masterpiece and roll up with me, boyfriend?”

Argyle laughed and squeezed Jonathan where he held him, “That sounds rad, boyfriend.”

Jonathan presses a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, taking one step back so he can extend one of the arms connected to Argyle and spin him in a circle. Argyle laughs while he spins, his long hair gliding in the air like an aerialist’s silks.

“Aren’t you glad you stayed here now?” He asks, landing gently back in Jonathan’s arms. Jonathan smiles sweetly up at him, “I’m always glad I get to see you, babe. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

As they continue their dance, Argyle hums a soft string of notes, not seeming to match any songs that Jonathan’s familiar with. He moves their noncommittal steps into a consistent 4/4 beat, starting a shuffle as he begins to sing in a soft voice,

“Amor, adiós

No se puede continuar

Ya la magia terminó

Ahora tengo que marchar

Será mejor

Seguir nuestra soledad

Si hoy el cielo se cubrió

Quizás mañana brille el sol,”

Jonathan closes his eyes and loses himself in Argyle’s voice, letting himself be dragged wherever his partner sees fit. When Argyle begins the chorus with a dip and a dramatic,

“No sufras (más)

(Quizás mañana nuestro llanto quede atrás)

Y si me dices que tu amor me esperará

Tendré la luz que mi sendero alumbrará

Y volveré

Como un ave que retorna a su nidal

Verás que pronto volveré y me quedaré

Con esa paz que siempre, siempre tú me das

Que tú me das,”

Jonathan chuckles and kisses his boyfriend, making sure not to get him in the middle of the lyrics. Argyle smiles brightly at him, pecking his lips back. He finishes their dance, not by completing his song, but by spinning Jonathan one last time and planting an overly dramatic kiss on his hand.

“I bet you didn’t know I had that up my sleeve, Sweet Thing,” He laughs while Jonathan gives him an exasperated smile.

“I figured you could sing but… I can say I’ve never had anyone make me dance with them while serenading me.”

“Well, since you had to stay back here for me, I figured I’d let you know that even if you think we might be better apart, I’ll always come back for you,” Argyle says earnestly, making sure to keep a firm grip on Jonathan’s hands while he maintained eye contact.

“I didn’t have to stay back for you, I chose to and you know it! You totally could’ve had a fun holiday here with everyone, it’s not your fault your family decided that they suck and would rather abandon their only son than accept him,” Jonathan replies sternly, frowning and tugging his boyfriend closer.

---

It’s a quarter past three when Argyle and Jonathan knock on Harrington's door, eyes as red-rimmed and glossy as ever. They hold each other's hands while they wait, barely registering that the door had even opened before Eddie pokes his head out.

“What’s the password?” He croaks out in an overly dramatic voice.

Argyle jumps back a bit, and Jonathan’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, “Is it… Mary?” he asks tentatively.

Eddie holds a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter while he opens the door for them. “You’re fucking blitzed, dude. Is that what took you guys so long?” They both nod and giggle, sharing a look with each other before entering the household.

Argyle and Jonathan make their way through the hall before realizing that one of the doorways has mistletoe hanging from the top. Jonathan turns to his partner with a grin, “Aww shucks, Arg. Looks like someone owes me a kiss.” He winks and pulls him slightly closer by the hand.

Raising an eyebrow, Argyle takes another step toward him, “Oh, do I now?”

Jonathan bites his lip and nods slowly, completely enamored by the man in front of him. Argyle rests his free hand softly on Jonathan’s cheek, just above his jaw, and closes the space between them with a gentle kiss. Jon smiles against his lips, sighing contentedly through his nose.

After a few moments pressed together, they separate and Argyle drags Jonathan to the kitchen.

The other three are busy at their own stations, Steve sitting on a stool at the island with a big bowl of some tan mush that makes Jonathan feel a bit queasy. Robin and Nancy are working on grating potatoes and onions by the sink, getting them ready to go into latkes.

“Woah Eddie, we’ve got the white boy working on tamales? You didn’t wait to put Jonny to work?” Argyle asks with a laugh while Jonathan looks between them confused.

“Tamales? That’s what he’s doing? Why’s he got a spoon?” He stares at Steve’s hands, covered in masa with some weird looking yellow thing that he’s spreading masa on.

Eddie laughs and nods, walking behind Steve to watch his technique. “He’s making tamales, yes, I just taught him while we were waiting for you two slow-pokes. Get over here and we’ll get you making them great in no time.”

Argyle shrugs when Jonathan looks at him, “Go on, baby, Eddie won’t hurt you.” Jonathan sits by Steve and takes a spoon, watching Eddie with wide eyes while he explains tamal basics.

Watching as the women grate their vegetables, Argyle decides to walk over and help. Robin hands over some potatoes and a cheese grater with a grin on her face, “Welcome to holidays at the Harrington’s! Glad you two finally showed up, my hands are tired from doing this shit.”

With a roll of her eyes Nancy hip checks Robin and laughs, “You’ve barely been doing any of the work, babe. Just standing there staring at me the whole time.”

Robin scoffs, a bright red flush beginning to rise from her neck, “That is- that’s so not true! I promise, I totally have been… working on the latkes!”

“Ladies, ladies, it’s okay. I am here in all of my gorgeous glory to learn and to teach, I don’t care who’s doing what so long as my hands keep moving on this sacred food,” Argyle soothes, starting to grate his potatoes onto a plate in front of him.

“Eddie, I genuinely don’t think this is supposed to look like this…” Steve murmurs while staring wide eyed at the corn husk covered fully in goopy maza. Eddie walks back over to him and has to turn his head to laugh into his elbow at the sight in front of him.

“Babe- how did you manage to get maza so far up your own arm? It just- goes on the husk?” He half-scolds, amazed at his ridiculous boyfriend.

Steve shrugs and doesn’t move his arms for fear of making even more of a mess. Jonathan giggles from his seat, quiet and high pitched when he realizes just what exactly his faux-competitor has done.

“Man… I don’t know if there’s any saving that one,” He snorts as he lays his newly finished husk in the pile. Steve sighs dejectedly and groans, a dramatic pout on his face when he sees Jonathan finish.

Eddie takes a spoon and starts to clean off the husk so it’s salvageable, trying not to laugh more at his poor boyfriend. He gently kisses his cheek and moves the husk to the pile before finishing his cleaning with Steve’s arm.

“Thank you, Eds,” Steve whispers, his cheeks a bright red. He gets up from his seat and runs to the bathroom to clean his arms off and try to stave off his embarrassment, worried it may turn bad quickly.

Eddie just watches as he leaves, chuckling to himself before sitting in his chair and watching Jonathan continue with his tamales.

“You caught on really quick, Jon, I’m surprised. Argyle over there was saying he was all excited to laugh at you,” He mentions, keeping a close eye on how thick Jonathan keeps the spread while he works.

“Argyle doesn’t know anything- I help my mom cook all the time and this is just like a weird swiss roll!” Jonathan huffs out before placing more husks into the bowl. This earns another laugh from Eddie who decides to get up and take the bowl of husks so he can start filling them with meat.

“Hey man, I know some things,” Argyle shouts indignantly from across the room- taken out of his zone with the latkes.

Jonathan rolls his eyes with a smile, continuing on his work while Argyle keeps his snarky jokes audible to Robin and Nancy only.

---

Steve finally comes back to see that everyone’s already started actually cooking- the latkes being fried on the stove while Eddie places the wrapped up tamales in a giant pot to boil on a different burner.

“I really missed the tamales getting finished?” He pouts and stands behind Eddie, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Yeah baby, that’s what happens when you run away for a while,” Eddie chides and puts the lid on the pot, turning around to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.

Robin pretends to gag, “Could you guys go be gay somewhere else, please?” Nancy giggles from next to Robin, knowing that they were absolutely standing almost exactly like that right before Steve came back.

“Hey Robs, can you do something for me?” Steve blinks his big eyes at her.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She sets the spatula she was using down and turns to him with furrowed brows.

“Fuck off!”

Eddie chokes on a laugh, completely caught off guard by his boyfriend’s hostility, “Babe- babe please, oh my god!”

Robin rolls her eyes and flips him off, grabbing her spatula again to keep cooking, “Literally suck my whole dick, Harrington.” Her girlfriend snorts at that and bites her lip to keep from laughing too hard.

“Wuh-oh! Lovers’ quarrel?” Argyle asks before he realizes that they were just kidding around with each other. Jonathan brings his hand to his lips and presses a kiss there, “You know they’re just being them, babe. It’s fine.” He soothes and Argyle laughs and nods.

---

By some holiday miracle, the food comes out unscathed and they’re finally able to sit down and just enjoy each other’s company. Steve and Eddie set the table, while Jonathan and Argyle start plating everything to be served. Robin and Nancy take a much deserved break before grabbing sodas and lemonade from Steve’s garage.

“All right, gays and gaydies, I present to you: our Wexi-ewish buffest,” Argyle finishes displaying the food on the table with a flourish.

“Did you really just…”

“Yeah, I think he did, Rob.”

Steve and Eddie giggle at their end of the table, having partaken in some purple palm tree delight before the food was set down. Jonathan beams at his ridiculous lover, excited to spend the holiday with his found family.

Argyle takes it upon himself to give everybody their tamales, latkes, and the various sides that they bought pre-made, before sitting himself between Robin and Jonathan. Everyone thanks him and digs in, exhausted after their long day of cooking.

“Okay, Eddie, where the fuck did you learn this recipe for the chicken? This shit’s schmackin’, I’m gonna need to kiss whichever abuela gave you this,” Argyle moans after his first bite of tamal. Eddie laughs so hard a bit of latke flies back onto his plate and he has to cover his mouth with a hand.

“I mean- if you really wanna call Wayne abuela, be my guest. I cannot control how that man reacts to you,” He responds before taking a drink of lemonade.

Jonathan giggles at his boyfriend before taking a bite. His eyes widen, “No man, I think Argyle might be onto something… this is really fucking good, man.”

Steve nods in agreement as he stuffs more tamal into his mouth, completely forgoing speaking for the time being. Robin and Nancy eat their food a bit more calmly, but still share the sentiment.

“This may just be the best tamal I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had that many,” Robin smiles and takes another bite. Nancy wipes her mouth with a napkin, “It is really good, Eddie! Thank you for teaching the boys how to make them.”

Eddie blushes and ducks his head while he eats, “It’s just normal holiday shit- no need to thank me, guys…” Steve nudges his shoulder and shakes his head, “No sir, we are not doing that shit right now. You made our holiday special, with Argyle of course, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you.” He maintains eye contact with his boyfriend and nods his head seriously.

“You’re right… I’m sorry- I just am not used to all this,” Eddie laughs, “You guys make the holidays really great, too, you know.”

They spend the rest of the evening eating their food, cleaning up, and generally just basking in their togetherness.

---

“Promise me we’ll be together every Christmas?” Steve whispers to Eddie while they’re tangled together on the couch— everyone left hours ago, leaving them to cuddle and rest peacefully.

“Whatever you want, love, I’m yours.” Eddie seals his promise with a kiss.

#lexswinterficchallenge #steddie #ronance #jargyle #spicy six #jonathan byers #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ham writes ! #an actual fic for once???? #im late as always lmfao #argyle (no last name poor man)

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robo

#oni's sick art #typical colors 2 #arsonist tc2 #so nervous to put him in the tag but im sure no one checks it so im good #anyway. funny robot. i love drawing them without the mask and just being casual

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dabi becoming obsessed with inexperienced!reader p.3

this has been my fav part to write so far. definitely some steamy pay-off in the next one! featuring my fav headcanon: dabi's intense, repeated, physical and emotional trauma of his quirk/his whole life makes him waaay more prone to substance abuse/chasing highs

(GREAT POST GO SEE: dabi's condition and chance of survival by possessedfuzzybear-- i'm scared to tag im not sure ab etiquette?)

warnings. lite!nsfw, stated substance abuse/addiction, dabi has a grandpa cough

details. fem!reader / lov recruit!reader / inexperienced!reader / corruption!kink dabi / healingquirk!reader / shigaraki cameo / vibrators / dabi vapes / cuddling / yandere!dabi? / 2.9k words

🤍 scenario series. dabi p. 1 + 2 and full list here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open!!

For the fifth time that night, Dabi caught the tail-end of your not-so-subtle attempts to check him out. Your eyes darted back to the television screen and you adjusted the pillow in your arms while his gaze lingered for a good seven seconds.

He was growing impatient.

The dancing around the topic, the restraint he put himself through to be 'respectful,' the staring that never amounted to anything on both sides of this horrible display of mushy feelings, was all a tired old tango that needed to end soon, for his sanity's sake.

He thought the birthday present would work. You'd take it as what it was intended to be, an offer, and invite him into your room, or maybe you'd go to his for the night so he could put this neverending hard-on to good use and be done with his dumb crush.

Unable to think of a better way to tell you 'let's cuddle,' he kicked his leg up onto your lap and scoffed when you wasted no time to push it off. You were too damn nervous for your own good, sabotaging yourself by evading his hints.

The present was passed to you in a little black bag after you came home from a few drinks with your work friends. It turned out to be a luxury vibrator with a note that read: 'Keep thinking of me, Little Mouse.'

Of course, it was radio silence for the next few days. When you saw him around, he only received a small 'hi,' as you sought to get as far away from him as possible. Did he scare you off? Apparently not. You didn't leave when he chose to join you on the couch to watch a movie he didn't care about.

He thought about kicking you instead, for the harsh shove, but knew that wouldn't get him anywhere constructive.

Another long drag from the device hidden in his hand sent out a big puff of translucent white into the air. You watched it, curious, and he caught you again. Neither of you paid attention to the screen.

"Want a hit?"

An immediate, uneven, "No."

You cleared your throat and weren't sure if you should look at him or not, "No, I'm okay."

He hummed. Didn't smoke, didn't fuck, and only drank on special occasions. Those three activities were his favorite things to do-- did you do anything fun?

Another sigh up to the ceiling at the slow, revolving fan. It spun the vapor around in circles, circles, circles until it disappeared. That would be him soon if he didn't make a move already.

"What-what are you doing?" You spat.

Your hands hovered away from him as he crossed the cushion between you, turned to lay on his back, and rested his head onto your soft thighs. He wrenched the pillow from your tight grip and tossed it onto the floor, for good measure.

Dabi didn't bother fixing his shirt that rode up in the process, or adjusting the obvious tent in his pants, now that his back was flat on the couch. He bent his knee because it was more comfortable. It made the print a little less clear.

A cloud blown in your face made you turn away from him.

"Getting comfortable, sweetheart."

It smelled much sweeter than you anticipated. Strawberry.

When you looked down at him, wiping the icky feeling off of your pouted face, he shot you a shitty smirk in return. He was completely insufferable.

You rolled your eyes at his dragon breath. It was nice of him to (sort of) quit smoking cigarettes and switch to this instead for the sake of your apartment's walls, but it seemed like even more of a crutch for his substance abuse issues. He almost never had two empty hands nor two clear lungs. And even still, he went on the balcony to escape the rest of the house for a pack of Camel Blue sometimes.

At least he wasn't popping pills, or drunk.

Unbeknownst to you, the pleasure-seeking junkie in your lap preferred the taste of women over nicotine-- living at your place had inspired him to quit that habit cold-turkey. He leaned on other fixes for the past two months while he worked up the finesse to get you in his bed.

"Oh, smoking's a crime now, huh?" He stretched his free arm to bring down your still-hovering arms, "Or do ya just not like strawberry?"

His forearm was heavy, weighing on your tense hand to reassure you that not every touch was inappropriate.

Dabi's chest was firm with a little give-- lean, bordering on kinda skinny, but his confidence made it work. The top he wore was soft cotton, like most, if not all, of his clothes, easy and light on his temperamental skin.

"No, I don't- care," Your tummy was doing flips at the light circles his thumb worked into your wrist.

You added, mouth a little dry, "I like strawberry fine."

One hand still left with nothing to do, you struggled to find somewhere to rest it, and before you could sandwich it between the couch and the armrest, it was guided to the top of his head.

His hair was dry, damaged, and fine. The feeling shocked you so much that, without a second thought, you activated your Quirk to heal up from the roots of his hair.

Dabi jolted up but settled back down when you gave a soft laugh at him. The cool, trickling sensation did that to most people, but it was cuter with him.

A 'shut up,' was on the tip of his tongue, but you broke the tension first with, "You dye your hair?"

Smoke billowed from his lips in a quiet mutter, "Don't wanna talk about it."

Though he shut down your attempt at conversation, he didn't plan on staying quiet. He moved on very quickly from the dodgy subject and leaned into your light touch.

"How is that?" He asked with closed eyes.

"...How is what?"

A grin showed his straight, white teeth, "Ya know, havin' a Quirk that actually works right."

It was practically impossible to not look over his extensive scars after that self-deprecating jab. The hand on his chest was resting over one of his stitch lines. You knew it didn't hurt him. But you still put extra care in taking more weight off of that spot.

"It's okay," Your skin prickled up when he caught you staring again, "Got me a nice job."

He raised his brows briefly and shut his eyes again.

"Guess so. I can't stand hospitals."

Dabi was such a secretive guy, you didn't want to ask or pry into why that might be. Most people that didn't like hospitals had shit memories there. Even if it was just a spooky-place-thing, it wasn't worth bringing up something that might upset him.

"Yeah, half the time I can't wait to leave," You splayed your fingers flat against his scalp and scratched, feather-light.

Long shifts and terrible patients defined most of your days, but it paid well. With a Healing Quirk, there was almost no other direction you could go in because if you worked in anything other than healthcare, your 'gift' was would be a 'complete waste.' You sympathized with most villains; your Quirk defined your path, too.

"What can you heal?"

He took your hand from his chest, and for a moment, you wondered if he'd try to make you heal some of his scars, but he started playing with your fingers instead.

"Open wounds, pretty much everything inside the body. But--,"

Dabi adjusted your hand to make three fingers upright, took a drag, and placed them in the center of his mouth. Before you could pull your hand away, he created a shower of tiny vapor rings that shot in two separate directions.

It made you laugh, even through the small kiss he gave to your fingertips. You rationalized it as anything but.

"Um," You chuckled as he laced his long fingers back through yours and put them on his chest once more, "I can't heal scar tissue."

He nodded, knuckle running over his jaw, contemplating something.

"If I came back burned up," Another smirk and a bounce of an eyebrow, "You'd fix me?"

His tone was suggestive, his eyes low and flirtatious, as if he wasn't threatening to go get fucked up on purpose just so you'd heal him.

A raspy voice and the sound of bare footsteps stiffened you up straight. It erased all of the progress Dabi had been working up to-- you didn't hear the small 'Jesus Christ' under his breath.

"(Y/n). How do you fix the thermostat."

Shigaraki pressed into the back of the couch and made a face at the unexpected sight of Dabi, hard as a brick, in your lap. You retracted the hand from his hair and the one on his chest instantly.

Dabi sneered up at him and the lack of physical touch, "Hey dickweed, we're kinda in the middle of something here--,"

"Nooo, we're not!"

"--so get lost."

Most of the time, Shigaraki was so easily provoked that 'dickweed' would've earned a threat on his life, but he felt uncomfortable talking to a man that was so bricked-up, and your nervous face was enough to make him forgive it.

"Um, there's a little panel that you slide up, and you just hold down any button for three seconds to access the settings, sir."

Dabi scoffed obnoxiously loud and dragged your hand back into his hair, mouthing, 'Sir.' As adorable as you were nervous, he didn't enjoy it as much when it wasn't because of him.

Shigaraki liked you the best out of anyone in this Godforsaken place. He liked your respect, more specifically. It was a refreshing change from the childlike behavior of Toga and Twice, to whatever shit name Dabi felt like calling him that day.

One more glance between the hand being forced onto Dabi's head and your anxious face.

"Thanks."

You craned your neck to watch him disappear down the hall before pulling on Dabi's roots to get him to let go. It didn't work but did earn you a crooked grin and a chuckle.

A dramatic gasp, "Does little ol' Shigs scare you?"

Your head hit the back of the couch with a sigh.

"That's cute."

Heat rushed up to your neck and face. His grip was so rough and unnecessary against your wrist like he was sure you'd move it away again, even though you had no intentions of it anymore.

"What are ya so worried about? He recruited you for a reason. Fuck, you've got the best job security here with that Quirk of yours."

Sure, he was positive of that, but you didn't have much to do other than paying bills right now. The deal you signed was to fix them up whenever they came back beaten or bloody, but the only time you got to do that was when Twice cut the tip of his finger chopping up carrots their first week.

They had been laying low, leaving you pretty much useless and itching for some way to prove your worth.

"It's called professionalism," You tried to keep a firm face at him, but his hard stare was intense, "I don't want to start off on a bad note--."

You winced at his grip growing stronger on your joint as he sat up and, very quickly, you regretted getting tough with him. His body was much larger, not so skinny anymore, this close to you. You couldn't move without a struggle either, with his legs draped over your lap.

His brows raised, then dropped, "Professionalism? He was wearin' a damn snuggie!"

Dabi paused when you didn't smirk or laugh at his joke. Your brow was tight, the muscle in your jaw working, and you looked away from him. He felt the rapid beat of your heart in his hand and let it slip from his fingers.

Raised voices and rough handling usually worked for the women he went for. He was at a loss when the subject of his attraction required softness, patience, and understanding.

He took a big sigh and leaned back against the side of the couch. When you understood he wasn't going to lash out or yell again, you eased up but didn't relax entirely.

That word rang in his head, bouncing between his ears. He heard that term somewhere recently.

"Wait-- did Toga put that shit in your head?" He rolled his eyes and forgot his manners again, "You know she only told you that because she doesn't want us to fuck, right?"

The soul might as well have left your body. If half of his body weight wasn't weighing down your lap, you would've added some distance between you. Instead, you opted for crossed arms.

There was no response you could give that would do you any good.

"Silent treatment, huh?" He leaned on one elbow and sucked his teeth when you shivered away from the hand on your shoulder, "That's what I get for shootin' my shot."

You looked back with a tight face to see him slump back, lazy and almost disinterested while he took a long drag from his pen.

"I'd really appreciate it if you stopped making fun of me," You spoke, quiet, but even.

Dabi coughed out his exhale, a very strained and ugly sound. His eyes teared up a little in the process.

"Jesus-- fuc-k, I'm not! I'm," He cleared his throat, waving away the cloud, "--I'm not kidding around, sweetheart."

He sniffled, trying to catch his breath, while you came around to the realization that every advance was not some elaborate prank, but an actual, tangible offer that you did nothing but ignore.

A small, "Oh, God," Escaped your trembling bottom lip while he almost hacked out a surely blackened lung.

"You thought-- mm," He swallowed, gasping, "You thought I'd drop two-fifty on a joke vibrator?"

"You spent two-hundred-and-fifty dollars on that thing?!" You rubbed your heated face as he grinned at you, "I can't even get it to-- wait, wait wait, what about the note? How was that not a joke?"

From the sound of it, it was as if you wanted him to be kidding. He rolled his eyes and contemplated taking another hit, but decided against it after that coughing fit.

He pinched your warm ear and tugged until you moved his hand away. From there, he held your fingers hostage between his and explained, "I thought there were little critters in the walls. Turns out you were just gettin' off to me. I thought I'd be a good friend and help you out."

Humiliated, you were now the one that couldn't seem to catch their breath. You knew you were being too loud that night, but got caught up in the moment and did it anyway. Maybe, subconsciously, you wanted his attention.

"And... ya know, I can help in more direct ways, too," Dabi led your hand to cross over his shoulder.

Those big, nervous eyes were back as he pulled you over him. He only got about five to seven seconds of hovering before you retracted and let out a shaky exhale.

Frustrated, hurt, and wildly uncomfortable from this record-breaking erection, Dabi found it more than difficult to take your feelings into account.

"That's alright--," He groaned as he sat up and swung his legs off of you, only to wrap a hand around your waist and press you onto your back, "You just don't like being on top."

It happened too fast. Not quick, by any standards, but he was too smooth, too aware of how to orient you and himself that it caught you off-guard.

Belly exploding with a swarm of angry butterflies and a knot in your throat that you couldn't choke down, you pushed on his chest to try to maintain a Jesus-length distance.

They were moved out of the way, above your head, with a pressure that wasn't painful, but still unmovable.

He didn't put his hips on you, but something touched your thigh and you choked out an embarrassing, frightened noise.

Your breath was short, fast, and you jutted your head to the side, eyes scrunched closed.

One warm, soft kiss to your cheek, followed by a hesitant, but just as gentle peck to the side of your lips, made you squeal through gritted teeth.

Dabi brought you out of your borderline nervous breakdown with a quiet whisper, "Was that so bad?"

You took a peek out of one eye and found his gaze to be loving, but still playful. His pupils were so big, like he was out-of-this-world high, and he didn't have an ounce of stress in his face.

The proximity was still killing you, but it was easier to talk to him when he didn't seem as threatening.

"Mm-mm," You shook your head lightly.

He pressed another one into your forehead. A tingly feeling spread across your face as he whispered against your skin, "So whaddya say?"

It felt like you two were the only living people left on the planet. Lost in his secretly kind eyes, you forgot how to speak and he took it as hesitation.

"I can teach ya all kinds of stuff," Another peck to your temple this time, "We can do whatever you want, baby."

At this point, you couldn't bring yourself to care if he was fibbing or not. If he flipped at the drop of a hat and turned out to be some monster that only wanted to ruin your 'purity,' so be it. At least he was a sexy monster.

"'Kay," You sighed with a hypnotized nod, "I'm okay with that."

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[forever-rogue]

Feels Like Home

Summary | Bucky just seems a little out of sorts lately, so you decide to do something special for him. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky had been different lately. Not bad or mean or anything just...different. Off. 

No matter how hard you tried to figure it out, you just couldn’t. That left you with the only logical conclusion you could think of. 

“Buck?” you were sitting at the kitchen table, silently eating dinner as you sat across the table from each other. About halfway through your meal, you’d lost your appetite and set your fork down before pushing your plate away. That garnered his attention as he turned to look at you with a weak little ghost of a smile. You couldn’t take this anymore so you just decided to go ahead and ask, “are you upset with me?”

“What?” he set his own fork down as his brows narrowed and he gave you a quizzical expression, “what are you talking about, Bub? W-where did you get that idea?”

“Have you really not noticed?” you asked softly as he leaned closer. You could see that there were darker than normal circles under his eyes, and he just looked...tired. Exhausted even. He shook his head slowly as you sighed lightly, “you’ve been different. We’ve been different. Did I...did I do something? Are you going to break up with me?”

“I...no - never. I would never break up with you, Bub,” he insisted, wondering where all of this suddenly came from. You just shrugged lightly as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and you focused on your plate, “I love you, you must know that.”

“Then why have you been pushing me away?” your voice was small and shaking as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky made a small sound in the back of his throat as you swiped at the wetness before looking back up to meet his eyes, “the past couple of weeks, I just feel like you’ve been shutting me out. If I did something, please just tell me. I just want you to be okay - for us to be okay.”

“Bub,” he slowly stood up and walked to your side of the table before sinking down on his knees, turning your chair towards him with no effort. He reached for your hands and gently took them in his, his larger ones easily engulfing yours. You held back a sniffle as you met those ocean eyes you loved so much, “I’m not upset with you, or anything. I’m sorry, so sorry if you think that’s what’s going on. I love you a little more every day - this is...it’s just been rough lately.”

“Is everything okay? Are you alright, Bucky?” you dropped one of his hands and brought yours to his face, gently stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes and keened lightly into your touch, “what’s going on?”

“I just...this feels so silly,” he admitted softly, “but sometimes I’m just reminded by how out of place I am. I’m a hundred and six-year-old man in a modern world. It feels...odd sometimes.”

“Oh Bucky,” you whispered softly. You couldn’t lie and say you understood what he was going through or feeling, but you’d always be there for him. That much you did know, and he knew it too, even if there were times that were harder, “I’m sorry, my love. I know it must be hard sometimes, I can’t even imagine, but I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything, even the most mundane thing. But you do belong here - you belong here with me, and Sam, and Sarah, and everyone else. You’re right where you’re supposed to be, even if it doesn’t feel like it. If there’s anything I can do to help, whatever it is, just tell me, okay?”

“Yes,” he whispered softly, giving you a gentle nod before he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve made you think anything but. It’s not you at all...just me.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under his chin and tilted his face up towards yours, “I love you, James. Always.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was an interesting thing to be with Bucky. He was a man that, if you didn’t know any better, was very much a man of the times. He dressed, acted, and felt the part. But underneath it all, you knew there were times when he was still left in amazement or awe. You’d say something and he would look at you with that expression. 

But now that you knew better, there were times when you could see something flicker across his face. There were times when you could sense that he was missing something. Even if he didn’t mention anything. 

So when you saw something interesting cross your social media feeds that piqued your interest, you came up with a plan. You hoped he would like it - it wouldn’t be much, but you hoped it would be good enough either way. Maybe a little surprise for your lover was a little push in the right direction to get his mood up a little bit.

Whatever happened, you were willing to try. Anything to put a smile back on his sweet face. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The whole apartment smelled of delicious cooking; you’d been hard at work for the last several hours, attempting to perfect this evening’s meal and dessert for him. You weren’t a huge natural when it came to the kitchen, but you’d watched enough TikToks on how to make meals you knew were a part of his childhood and practically committed them to memory. 

You’d turned on some light jazz that you knew he’d like - and you did as well - swaying slightly to the music as you worked on finishing everything up. Everything did look good, and you hoped that he would like it. If nothing else, you knew he’d appreciate the effort. You could do something as simple as pour him a cup of coffee in the morning and he’d be over the moon. The man really did love you more than you thought was ever possible. For once you wanted to turn the tables around and make him feel as special as he always made you feel.

“Bub?” Bucky’s soft voice surprised you so much that you almost jumped out of your skin. You were putting together a salad and had been so focused on chopping and singing quietly along to the music that you hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned around and gave him a giant smile before almost running over to him, “what’s all this? Smells good.”

“James,” you whispered softly before gently touching his face and carding your hand through his hair, “you’re home just in time. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he promised softly, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “what’s going on?”

“It’s just...it feels silly now, so don’t laugh,” you insisted as he raised an eyebrow at you, “I wanted to do something special for you.”

“For me?” he asked softly, immediately overwhelmed by the idea that you went through any trouble for him. You bit your lip and shyly nodded, “what for?”

“I just...you mentioned you’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately and I wanted to do something special for you to maybe make it a little better,” you admitted, as you took his hand and pulled him further into the kitchen, “now, don’t get too excited because it’s nothing super special but I hope you’ll like it.”

“You gonna tell me what it is, Bub, or am I going to have to guess?” he asked softly as you realized you hadn’t exactly told him what was going on. You pointed to the various dishes on the counter and food still on the stove that was warm and ready. Bucky looked around and inhaled the familiar smell of the foods he had grown up with back during his childhood. A lump welled up in his throat as his heart felt like it was about. You were beaming at him, waving your hands in a small ‘ta-da’ motion, “you did all this for me?”

“I did,” you admitted, “hopefully the recipes are somewhat real and the food somewhat good? There were a few things that left me wondering what the hell you guys were eating back then! But...I just wanted to do something to make you feel a little more, at home? I dunno. Like I said, it’s not much, but it’s a little something.”

“I love it,” he admitted softly as he turned to you, his blue eyes soft, “I love you. This is...this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

“Wow,” you whispered as he pulled you into his arms, “that’s saying a lot for a man that’s been through hell and back multiple times. You sure about that, James?”

“I am,” and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, wrapping his arms around your body as he held as tightly as possible in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as you held him back, “no one has ever seen me like you do, has treated me like you. You are everything. I love you so much. I’m sorry I ever made you doubt for even a second.”

“I love you too, James,” you whispered as you pulled back and cradled his face in your hands, “so much more than you’ll ever know. I would do anything just to see that sweet smile back on your face. Even if it’s something little like this.”

“Little?” he asked, looking around at the mountain of food and dishes you’d prepared, “by the looks of it, this took you some time!”

“Okay...maybe most of the day,” you admitted, “but it was worth it. You are worth it, my love.” 

“As much as I want to eat of all this, will you do me a favor first?” he asked softly, taking a step back and admiring you. It was funny, how he still managed to make you feel this shy and nervous, even after being together for years.

“Anything.”

“Dance with me?” he asked as you realized you still had the music playing in the background. You laughed lightly but nodded, taking his outstretched hand and letting him take the lead. It was quiet for a while, the only sound was the gentle music and the soft whispers of adoration you exchanged, “I love you, Bub.”

“I love you, James.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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WHOMEGALUL

feeling things

pairing: streamer!armin x streamer!gn reader

warnings: caps, cursing, fluffy moments

a/n: im pretty nervous for this part d: i usually don’t write. feel free to critique my writing. (actual critiques not “this sucks” please)

“are you ready?” he asked making eye contact with his camera to make sure you knew he was staring at you.

“ready as ever armin. go ahead and start your stream.”

“ok stay muted and unmute when i text you. i’ll just be reading donos and thanking people for subbing and stuff.”

“okay i’ll be waiting.”

he shared his stream with you on discord and you saw the ‘starting soon’ screen. after 5 minutes, he switched to face cam and began to speak.

“hey chat!! how is everyone? thank you for all the subs! we’re at a level 4 hype train. thanks so much for the support!! anyways most of you already know who’s joining me and what we’re doing today but if you don’t y/n is joining me soon for minecraft. we’re starting a server!! we’ll, also, invite our friends so expect new people to pop in on my stream. i’ll ring y/n in about 5 minutes, but for now i just want to talk and read donos. WHOA THANK YOU ‘random user’ FOR 100 GIFTED!”

just as he thanked the person for the gifted subscriptions, you saw a donation appear on screen.

“i’m glad you and y/n are finally friends. both of you are my comfort streamers.” armin read the dono. he paused for a second before continuing with, “oh wow thank you so much. y/n and i have been chatting off stream and they’re amazing. they’ve been nothing but kind to me since the incident. i mean i know it’s only been like 2 days but it’s like i’ve known them for a lifetime.” he froze realizing he started rambling about you. “oh my bad. i didn’t realize i was rambling.” he said with a light blush appearing on his cheeks. “anyways lets get started. i’m texting y/n to come on.”

you look at discord and see a message appear. reading ‘lets start <3’

you unmuted and began to speak, “hey armin!! hello chat!!”

“hi y/n! how are you today??”

“im alright. i could be better but something happened to me not too long ago.”

“wait what happened? are you alright?”

“oh yeah it’s just...” you paused trying to contain your laughter, “ i got whomegaluled.”

“oh ha ha. you’re so funny”, he rolled his eyes.

“what its true. it was this streamer. yeah his name is armin but he goes by arlert.” you laughed and began to see chat filling with the OMEGALULs and KEKWs.

“yeah yeah, whatever. let’s get started. do you have minecraft open and ready to start?”

“yeah have you whitelisted me?”

“of course you were the first person i whitelisted.”

“aw, how sweet. anyways this is our smp or whatever right?”

“yeah i’ve whitelisted your friends and my friends hopefully they don’t join. anyways for now let’s just prepare ourselves with supplies and leave them to suffer.” he said with a bright smile and then laughed.

“jeez, armin i didn’t realize you could be so cruel.”

“i was kidding. well kinda. i’ll get stuff for mikasa but leave eren to fend for himself.”

“wait does that mean i have to get stuff for my friends?”

“i mean if you want.”

“i’m sure they’ll be ok. anyways i’m joining.”

“ok, i’m at the near spawn i'm chopping some trees down.”

y/nlive joined the game

your character finally spawned in. you look around and see a crouching armin chopping wood. after he gets the last piece, he walks towards you and crouches.

“hi, y/n.”

“hi, armin.”

“i got you something. i got on the server yesterday and found it.”

“wow, you’re such a cheater. you wanted to get all the good supplies before i did.”

“noooo i swear this is all i got.”

“ok, sure.” you rolled your eyes and waited for him to drop what he got for you.

“hold on before i drop it let me switch to face cam so no one sees what i’m giving you. here!” just as he says that he drops a flower. your favorite minecraft flower.

crouching your character you say, “armin!! this is my favorite. how’d you know?”

“i asked jean.”

“aw, thank you so much armin. i know it’s small but it means a lot to me.”

you could only imagine what the chat was saying. you’re sure it’s exploding with questions.

“anyways i’m switching back to the game screen so hide my gift.”

“alright, let’s go explore.”

after 50 minutes of playing, you finally decided to start building your house.

“armin did you find a place to live?”

“oh, we’re not living together?”

“OH i didn’t know you wanted to but we can!”

“okay im on my way. what are your coordinates?”

you decided on building a little mushroom house. just as you and armin were getting ready to place your beds down you see something appear in the minecraft chat.

jaegerbomb joined the game

<jaegerbomb> add me to vc >:(

<jaegerbomb> HELLO??? I KNOW YOU SEE THIS ARMIN

<jaegerbomb> ARMIN

jeanieboy joined the game

<jeanieboy> hi guys :) add me to the vc please

just as you saw that, you hear a laughing jean.

“hey, y/n! hi, armin.”

“hi, jean. why are you bothering eren.”

“let jean bother eren. he didn’t even say please.”

<jaegerbomb> ok bye

jaegerbomb left the game

<y/nlive> L

“Y/N??”

“HELLO?”

“hi, y/n im eren.”

“WHO ADDED HIM TO THE VC?”

after several minutes of hearing jean and eren go back and forth with each other left the vc and rang armin on your own.

“y/n why’d you leave?”

“they were giving me a headache.”

“hey you know you can leave whenever you want.”

“yeah, i know. im just gonna do something really quick and then i’m heading out.”

“okay good. i don’t want you to force yourself to stay. what’s the last thing you’re doing?”

“making an item frame. do you have leather?”

“i think so let me check my chest.”

<jeanieboy> y/n come back

jaegerbomb joined the game

<jaegerbomb> y/n i miss you come back :(

<jaegerbomb> please

“i only have 2 pieces of leather. is that enough?”

“yeah, i only need one.”

<y/nlive> i’m leaving >:)

armin dropped the leather and you finally crafted the item frame. you place the item frame above your and armin’s beds and put the flower armin gave you.

“alright im heading out now. bye, armin i’ll talk to you later. bye chat!!”

“bye, y/n.”

<y/nlive> bye jean and eren

<jeanieboy> bye y/n

<jaegerbomb> Y/N DONT LEAVE

y/nlive left the game

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[parkerflix]

about love

wc: 1.14k (i’m so sorry it’s long)

a soft lofi song was playing in the background, and you walked up to the counter seeing a smiling felix standing there.

a soft lofi song was playing in the background, and you walked up to the counter seeing a smiling felix standing there.

a soft lofi song was playing in the background, and you walked up to the counter seeing a smiling felix standing there.

“hey yn! i didn’t know you were coming in today! is there anything that you’d like to order? it’s on the house!” he said, giggling a bit and giving you his big smile.

a soft smile made its way on your lips “thanks lix, but i texted hyunjin about it and he said he was gonna make them.”

his smile faltered a little (not that you noticed) and he nodded his head. “got it. well if you need any snacks i can grab them for you.”

“thanks felix, i think i’m okay for now but thank you for being willing to help.”

before he could say anything, hyunjin came around , carrier in hand with the drinks.

“here you go cupcake, it’s on the house.”

you locked eyes with him, both mimicking the crescents on each other’s face. felix cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable watching hyunjin and you have a little moment with each other. you grabbed the carrier and thanked both hyunjin and felix before walking out of the cafe towards your car.

placing everything into the front seat (making sure to use all your cup holders for the drinks), you drove to changbin’s house, thankful it was only about a 8 minute drive from the cafe.

changbin’s house was quaint, and you were surprised that he could even afford a house at his age. lolo had never really mentioned 3racha and what it is they exactly do, but you assumed they were successful enough that they were decently well off.

you got out of your car & knocked on the door as best you could, juggling the drinks and snacks, grateful that hyunjin gave you a carrier. the door swung open, a guy with blonde hair and a fitted black tee staring at you.

“oh thank god you’re here i was thinking it wasn’t that hard to find this place but this world is full of incompetent people like yourself.”

you were stunned for a second before rolling your eyes at him.

“so where’s the pizza? don’t tell me you at the entire pizza.”

the nerve of this guy, you thought. you peered into the house, noticing lolo checking her phone, presumably waiting for a message from you.

“actually, i’m not the pizza person. obviously. i’m here to watch the practice.”

the boy gave you a once over which made you slightly self conscious.

“ah so you’re lolo’s friend? i thought you’d look… different.”

“yeah well, sorry to disappoint. can you let me in now?”

“not until you introduce yourself.”

you sighed, completely annoyed at this point just wanting to make it inside. “i’m yn, can i go in now?”

he finally moved to the side, letting you in. you quickly slipped off your shoes and went into the living room.

lolo looked up from where she was on the couch, changbin’s head on her lap while one of her hands absentmindedly played with his hair. she smiled as soon as she saw you, ignoring the scowl that had made it across your face. you sat down on the floor next to her, mumbling a hello when changbin greeted you.

“so did you get my snacks?” lolo said, leaning forward almost pushing changbin off of her in the process. it took a second for him to regain his balance as he nearly fell, before glaring at lolo.

“yes i did, and i got your drinks just like you requested.” handing her the bag with the snacks and drinks.

she took the bag put it on changbin’s stomach which made him let out an “oof!” before she pointed to the carrier.

“and what’s in there?”

as you opened your mouth to answer, the boy from the door and another boy came around and sat down across from you.

“they’re the drinks. i got one for jisung, chan and i.”

you pulled out one that had the name on the side, in hyunjin’s nice handwriting. ‘chan’ it read.

“chan?” you said staring at the two boys. much to your luck, the boy that answered the door raised his hand and as you passed it to him, he slightly tugged on it, making it almost spill.

you went back and pulled out another, before nothing that it had ‘jisung’ written on it with a smiley face.

you looked at jisung, who hadn’t introduced himself to you and saw that he seemed shy. you handed him his drink, which he took from your hands gently. “thank you, yn” he mumbled, almost so quiet you didn’t hear.

you nodded, finally pulling out your drink, seeing that hyunjin wrote a little note on your drink. “to the prettiest girl ever, remember we’re still on for tonight!” you smiled at that, butterflies erupting in your chest.

chan took a sip of his drink before clapping his hands. “okay, now that everyone’s here, let’s get to work.”

their practice had taken some time, but you spent most of it talking to lolo or just playing on your phone. they rehearsed their set list for the gig that they had in two days, fine tuning anything that needed to be done.

they had finally finished, and you started gathering all the trash of all the snacks and drinks laying around. as you went to the kitchen to throw them away, you heard a pair of foot steps behind you. you turned around only to see jisung standing there, eyes wide and a small smile on his face.

“hi. i’m sorry i haven’t officially introduced myself to you but im jisung.”

he held out his hand for you to shake it and you did.

“jisung, i know who you are. you don’t need to be so nervous or anything like that.”

“oh, that’s good then. well i was wondering since practice is over, do you want to go out for some food?”

“thank you for the offer, but i’m meeting up with someone after this.”

“okay then” he scratched his neck clearly feeling a little awkward “could we maybe do it another day? you just seem cool.”

you nodded and turned around, putting the trash away. “yeah, as long as you don’t hit on me the entire time.”

“noted.”

“i’ll text you when i’m free.” you glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing hyunjin’s shift had been over for a while.

“oh shit, i gotta run but we’ll make plans okay?” you quickly went passed him, pausing “by the way jisung, you’re cooler than what i thought you’d be.”

and with that you grabbed your stuff and rushed to meet hyunjin, leaving behind a blushing jisung.

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[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [21/21]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1621

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I'm feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston's eligible bachelors. What she didn't expect was finding herself falling in love with him and finding him out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: I cannot believe the ending is here. I also cannot thank you enough for all the love that you guys have gave this series. I really do appreciate it and love seeing all the comments! Your words of encouragement are what kept me going for this story. I’m so so sad it’s done. 

Lets finish this story with a happy ending! 

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Where’s my cutie pie?!” I shouted, entering the home. 

Four feet trotted down the long hallway from the kitchen to the living room where I stood, hanging up my jacket and bag. Bending at the knees, I allowed all of the kisses and whines of happiness, scratching the furry ears. 

“How’s Dodger doing today?” I cooed. 

He followed me into the kitchen as I searched the fridge for something to ease my stomach. Munching on a piece of cheese, I checked my phone and saw a new message from Chris. 

I’ll be home in a few hours. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t think these interviews would take so long. 

Don’t be sorry! I’ll wait up for you xx. 

The last year, I had grown incredibly; putting everything that happened to me in the past, locking it away. The scars still remained on my body but I never let it affect me. Chris would always make sure he showed extra love to them, telling me that he loved the way I look. 

The first time Chris had to leave for work was a couple of months after everything and it was hard to get adjusted to sleeping in the bed alone but Dodger was the best replacement, keeping me safe every night. Chris tried to turn down movie roles but I quickly shot that down. I wouldn’t let him lose out on a possible great job because I missed him. 

I ended up seeing the live video he posted when I was missing and the amount of outpouring coming from his friends and fans also helped me heal. There were a good amount of people who at first weren’t happy that Chris was in a loving relationship but eventually, when he kept posting pictures of us on Instagram, they got used to it. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw a new message appear from Chris. 

Our weekend starts in less that two hours. I can’t wait to be alone with you. 

I smiled fondly at the message. 

The past couple weeks were filled with either him working almost every day or me continuing my schooling. We had his family and friends over a few times last week as well so we were practically begging the Gods above for some alone time. 

Which is why this weekend we had zero plans, just the two of us in our home. 

And Dodger. 

“OH COME ON!” Chris yelled at the T.V. 

A giggle erupted from my throat from my spot on the couch, my feet placed in his lap, as we watched the football game. 

Our weekend together was coming to an end, school for me and another press conference for Chris’ upcoming movie tomorrow, meant that reality was about twelve hours away. We spent the weekend in multiple different rooms of the house, our moans vibrating off the walls. 

I’ve had sex more in this weekend than I had in my entire adult life. 

Now, we were exhausted, so we decided to spend the rest of our Sunday in our lazy clothes on the couch; Chris wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats and I ended up stealing his shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

Even though his eyes were transfixed on the game, he still made an effort to show me attention by rubbing the soles of my feet. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at this man in front of me. He let his beard grow this weekend, too lazy to shave it, which I didn’t complain one bit. The red marks on my thighs from earlier were an indication of that. His hair was short because he decided that he needed to buzz it last night; he was sick of it getting in his face. 

I marveled at the way the muscle in his jaw tightened when I rubbed my feet into his lap, purposely pressing into his soft cock. 

“If you keep that up, I’ll miss the last half of the game,” he threatened in a low voice. 

“But I’m horny!” I whined, lifting my shirt up and over my head. “Please?” 

I pinched my hard nipple between my fingers, hoping that would be enough to get him on top of me. 

It was. 

I yelped when Chris pulled my ankle towards him, his body on top of mine in seconds. His gold chain was dangling in front of my face as I looked up to him, our chest rising with heavy breaths. 

“So naughty,” he muttered against the crook of my neck. 

“Enough small talk and fuck me already, Evans,” I purred into his ear, fingernails digging into his bare back.

I couldn’t help but gnaw nervously on my bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood, while I paced the floor of our bedroom. Chris was out running errands but with the text I sent him, I knew that he would be on his way home asap. 

Can you come home please? I have to talk to you. 

My hands shook with nerves, feeling my cardigan being weighed down with the pressure that was in the pocket. I couldn’t help but worry about what Chris’ reaction would be. We never talked about this and I didn’t know if this would be what broke our relationship. 

“Y/N?” 

Hearing his voice, I made my way down the stairs and into the living room where he sat with Dodger on the couch. 

“Hey, everything alright?��� He asked. 

I nodded and sat across from him. “Yeah, I think so.” 

He knew in the way my knee bounced and sucked in my bottom lip that whatever I had to talk to him about made me nervous as hell. Placing a hand on my knee, he gave me a warm smile. 

“Tell me,” he begged gently. 

Words were so foreign to me, not knowing exactly how to say it, so instead I handed him what was in my pocket. 

“I know we haven’t talked about it much but I couldn't not tell you. I mean you deserve to know. If you’re angry I understand. I’m confused too on how this happened,” I rambled. 

Chris didn’t hear a word I had spouted, his eyes trained hard on the stick in his hand with the two solid pink lines. 

“You’re pregnant?” His mouth twitched. 

I nodded and handed him my phone that held an email from the doctors office, confirming the pregnancy. Yesterday morning while Chris was out with his mom, I secretly had an appointment. 

“The doctor says I’m about six weeks,” I spoke softly. 

I was unsure of what his reaction would be, his gaze still stuck on the pregnancy test in his hand. 

Dodger knew something was different, sniffing the test in Chris’ hand. 

Finally after what felt like forever, Chris looked into my eyes and his mouth curved into a smile. 

“We’re having a baby?” 

The smile he had was a giant one, where you could almost count all of his teeth as he smiled down towards Dodger, showing him the sonogram on my phone as if Dodger could tell what he was looking at. 

The joy in his voice brought tears to my eyes. 

“You’re happy?” I asked. 

His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “I’m fucking ecstatic.” 

Our lips met in a rushed kiss, his hand finding its place on my stomach. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes shone with so much love that my heart leaped into my throat, knowing that his reaction was the complete opposite of what I was prepared for. 

“Stay here,” He mumbled against my lips in another kiss. 

I waited patiently as he rummaged for something in the desk of his office and he returned, hand behind his back. 

“I was saving this for when we went away next month but I don’t think I can wait.” He spoke before handing me a small box. 

A small velvet box. 

I gasped, watching him get down on one knee, and pried open the box. Inside was a gorgeous oval cut diamond on a plain gold band. The sunlight from outside had caught the ring in a warm glow of light. 

“This isn’t the most romantic idea of a proposal but I don’t want to wait any longer to ask you this. I first met you in this room when you came to work for me and in that moment I knew I wanted you; I needed you in my life. Y/N, you know I love you so fucking much. You have changed my life in so many ways and now we’re having a baby. You’re having my baby and somehow I love you even more. Y/N, will you marry me?” The tears welled in his eyes and he blew out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck yes!” I cried, hormones causing my eyes to pour tears down my cheeks. 

After he slid the ring on my finger, he picked me up with ease as he walked us towards our bedroom so we could celebrate the rest of our lives. 

I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in two years since I first drove up to this house, nervous about what the job was that I had an interview for. I never imagined that I would face my past again, not letting it define who I was anymore. And I definitely never thought I would find someone who would love me with his whole entire heart and soul, knowing how hard to love I was. But he did; Chris vowed to me that night in hushed moans that he loved me then and forever. 

Along with the baby I was growing in my stomach; our baby. 

AND FIN!

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Hello, today I am starting a Eren x black reader fanfic. And don't worry, yo girl over here is Nigerian😋😋 I do plan to put smut into it but I've never written smut before so please be easy on about that part! (The reader and Eren are both 18, their first year in University.)

Y/n L/n. Daniyah

Dylan. Jason

Yume

Normal Girl<3

Chapter one:

You love the way I pop my top. Or love how I lose my cool

Music was playing in the background on a loud Bluetooth speaker as you were preparing yourself for the day. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you take off your bonnet, your long black box braids flowing down to your hips. Which cost a bitch. You were cleaning up your face and doing a causal face routine. You grabbed your makeup bag from under the bottom cabinet and began applying. Doing your eyebrows, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipgloss. Placing the brown foundation on your skin to cover up the bumps that were on your face, contour and more. You placed your false eyelashes on, ruffling up your hair a bit more. After a good 15 minutes, you were ready for the day.

Or love how I look at you. Say why?

The song Normal girl by SZA continued to play as you hummed to the rhythm of the song. Finishing up laying down your edges, you gave yourself a small smile in the mirror,  feeling hella confident in your looks. Even though you were self conscious, you had this thing when you believed you that you're the most ugliest bitch in the world, next thing you're in love with yourself. It was currently 8 am in the morning, class was starting by 8:45.

You wanted to freshen up before you left for school. Your roommate you shared a dorm with was currently out grabbing you guys breakfast.  You guys both settled for Dunkin' since their drink prices were reasonable and good unlike starbucks. You left the bathroom and grabbing your bonnet on the way out, switching the light off. You tossed the hair net on your bed as you went over to your dresser.

For your affection, tryna be down. No fighting and no stopping, Stick around

Oh shit, this was your part. You started to sing to yourself, not ACTUALLY singing it but you know, saying the lyrics.

"Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama! The type of girl, I know my daddy, he'd be proud of. Yeah, be proud of."

You were singing your heart out at this point, who doesn't enjoy SZA?!

Not to mention, you relate so much to the song. Since you weren't America's "normal girl". You didn't have Blue eyes, blonde hair, or white pale skin. You were a beautiful brown skin woman, with black curly hair  and brown eyes. Not to mention you had 4c hair. But it wasn't a bad thing in your opinion, you loved your hair because at the end of the day, you knew it was long ass hell.

A bzzt sound came from your dresser, instantly your grabbed your phone and unlocked it. It was your roommate, Yume. Yume was a pale skin girl, with brown eyes and long black hair. She was mixed. Her mother was Japanese and her dad was white. Yume was pretty outgoing and bold, a lot of people on campus knew who she was. She was a party person. She still managed to get decent grades by that, you meant that she crammed at the last second and got a C+ or above. Opening up messages, you read the ones from Yume.

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

Attachment: 1 photo

 

Look what I gooottt😩❗❗

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗        

y/n liked a photo

Girl, hurry up and bring the food😭

over here posing with the dunkin' bag, goofy😭😭

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

I KNOW, IM ON MY WAY

I'm getting in the car now, see you later hot melatonin queen, wakanda queen 👸🏾 remember BLM✊🏻❤

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗  

LMAAAOOO, I HATE YOUUU

GET TF ON DAMN COLONIZER 😕

You began laughing, using your hand to cover your mouth. You left messages and began scrolling through your other social media. First you check snapchat, it was a bunch of your friends and people who added you, leaving hearts under your post story. Since you posted a little selfie.  You had on a cute graphic t shirt that hugged your upper body and showed your stomach. You didn't have a flat stomach but a little tummy. You had on faded blue jeans that rested at your hips. Even though you didn't have a flat stomach, your curvy body and a dump trunk made up for it. You had a few necklaces resting on your chest as well with a few rings on your finger.

I wish I was a normal girl, oh my. How do I be? How do I be a lady?

You clicked on instagram. You had a decent 10k followers. You were considered one of those pretty aesthetic pinterest girl, especially because of your outfit ideas.  You look through your feed for a bit, then you came across yume's page. You scroll through her post and liked her recent. You checked the comments and all the guys fawning over her, it wasn't anything new but you didn't expect this one person. They left a black heart under their post and yume replied to it. You clicked on the profile just to check if she had a secret lover and she wasn't telling you. The username was "eyeager45". Surprisingly, he had 18k followers.

Normal girl, oh

I wish I was a normal girl.

I'll never be, no, never be uh

This shocked you, not his follower count but the fact your roomie got him commenting hearts?! Nah, you need to find out. You scrolled through his feed, looking at his photos, he didn't have a lot of post. But damn he was fine. He had long brown hair that rested on his shoulders, his eyes were a teal color but you were still stuck deciding if it was blue or green. Most of his photos, he had it tied into a sloppy bun, a few strands stood out flopping over his forehead. Without thinking, your dumbass liked his photo.

"I-" you said. Before you can unlike the photo, yume barges in with breakfast. It was already 8:20, classes were starting.

"There was traffic on the way and since it's rush hour, everyone and their crew was getting coffee."

Yume placed you guys drinks and food on a nearby round table. She quickly ran to the bathroom to pee, closing the door behind her. You placed your phone back on your dresser and went over to grab your drink. You took a sip, It seem like this time yume got your (f/d) correct and not just getting a random flavor she sees on the menu. Opening up the bag, you grab your (f/f) along with the other food that was apart of your meal. You went back over to the dresser to grab your phone, then back to the small table. You sat down on the small couch that was close to the table and started eating.

"Hey! Make sure you got your own shit and not eating mine by mistake" yume was washing her hands in the bathroom.

You nodded your head with a "mmm". You were digging in, eating fast because class was starting soon. Coming out of the bathroom, yume whistled looking at your outfit. She always gassed you up & was your number one fan.

"Look at you~ all cute and shit" she ruffled through the bag, grabbing her donut already taking a bite out of it then her breakfast sandwich as she sat down next to you. Both of you guys were munching as if the food was running away, like slow tf down. You took out your phone to take a quick insta video of your food and yume. She was taking a sip of her drink when you pointed your camera on her, she did a quick deuces, which made both of you laugh a bit. You quickly added it to your story and tagged her. You went back and forth with your drink and food, until it was finish. You still had a some coffee left but the food? Gone. 

You and yume shared an apartment together. It was close to the campus and it was cheaper. Dorms costed a load for no reason. Most of the time they had no kitchen and barley any room other than for the beds. You met yume during high-school but you guys weren't that close but still kept in touch. Summer break came around and you guys so happened to have the same job. It was the best summer of your life, you were really greatful for meeting yume. She was also the first to offer you to share an apartment together since you both were attending the same university.

Both of guys were majoring in different things but that was fine. Yume was planning on becoming a nurse while you were in the cosmetic industry. It's been a dream ever since you were young. Grabbing your mother's makeup bag and just smearing it all over your face by the age of twelve. You remember the first time you did your makeup and showed your mom.

She laughed so hard and took you into the bathroom to fix it up. Slowly you started getting better and better at makeup. You had your own YouTube channel by the time but it wasn't a lot of subscribers, about 3k. Now you were 19 and had a 500k subscribers who supported you all the way. Being in the beauty industry on YouTube was a hassel because there was always drama here and there but you were never included. More like a "I just sit back and observe" type shit. 

The apartment you guys shared was pretty big. You had your own room and bathroom, the same with yume. Yume parents were wealthy since her mom was a dentist and her dad was a doctor. Yume never made any real friends. They always ended up leeching off of her and her money, one of the main reason she kept distance from you and others during high school but the summer brought you guys together. 

It was the beginning of the first semester, you had your first class today. You were excited but that didn't stop the anxiety creeping up your spine. What if you didn't make a good expression, or did some stupid shit and fell.

"Hellllooooo, y/n. You good?"

yume was waving her hand in your face. She was laughing at bit because of your face expression while you were in la-la-land.

You nudged her lightly and giggled back.

"Stoop, leave me alone. I'm just nervous about my first day"

Yume grabbed the empty bags and wrappers that were on the table, walking to the kitchen to threw them away. She had on a cute oversized black sweatshirt with a white collar. It went well with her white tennis skirt and beige color platforms. Yume was 5'6 but looked 5'7. She was really pretty in your opinion. It was surprising she didn't have a boyfriend.

"Girl pleaseee, you'll be fine. You're pretty and you have a cute laugh—who wouldn't fall for you?" Yume continued cheesying. She went over to the doorsteps and grabbed a pair of pair of  black air Jordan 1 retros(the high ones). She walked back over and tossed them on the ground next to you.

"You aren't wrong about that...but you know I literally don't know what to say after 'hi'. I don't know how people do it, it gets so awkward after that point."

"Shit...you're right...well since we're in college now, we can ask others about their majors and stuff but I rather not hear about a guy talking about how much he likes the human body system."

Loosing up the laces, you slip your foot in  and began tying the strings—you repeated the same process with the other foot. You grabbed your coffee and did a quick stretch before heading over to your dresser. You picked up your phone and keys, your bag was next to the door, you'll grab on your way out.

Yume grabbed her jacket and you did the same.

"How many people do you think we'll be in my class?" She asked

Since she was majoring in nursing. You titled your head up and started to think.

"Maybe around 335 people."

You zipped up your jacket and placed your phone in the pocket. Opening up your airpods, you placed one in your ear.

"Pssshh, that's an underestimate. I think around 400 or more"

Yume opens the door, tossing her bag over her shoulder— you grabbed yours also. Stepping out the apartment, she stood by the side as you locked the door. You pulled your phone out and played your playlist. It was time to start the day.

pt 2

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