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hyhkai · 2 months

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choi beomgyu — surprise!

[ 🥞 ] where beomgyu, your dumb puppy boyfriend is down whenever you are.

cw : face sitting + riding (?), they were watching one piece, sub!gyu, slapping/smacking, dirty talk, cum. let me know if there's anything I should add because I'm bad at cw's <3

a/n ; not proofread and tumblr didn't save my first draft. i hate life. inspired from a porn video I need to detox my brain and go on an exaggeration of a long walk and fade into the dusk.

eyes focused on the screen as episode 367 played on the tv, nami forcing the chipmunk zombies to tell her where the real treasure is as your eyes got drawn over to beomgyu, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at his phone, scratching his neck and ruffling his hair.

there's only one explanation as to why your eyes are off the anime. he's so fucking sexy.

shifting in the bed, thighs pressed close against one another as your attention kept being off the show and how you wanted to have his perfect too perfect of a face between your legs.

contemplating what to do about your sudden arousal, your mind wandered off to the night of not watching episode 86, and him climbing into the couch with you and muttering with the most horny tone, "if you're down, I'm down. if you're done, I'm done."

oh well.

you sat up, hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you contemplated whether to do this or not.

fuck it.

he's a loser for you, and he's down all the time to the point where he's growing back into his era of teen hormones.

it wasn't long before your top was off your shoulders, and you'd made the headboard into a buttress for your back as you took your pajamas off, eyeing beomgyus back as he played some game.

you were so eager to get bare, yearning to have his mouth all over your thighs. in fact, it was very obvious the moment you entered just how much of a dumb puppy he is when his expression was filled with the fact that he wanted to push you onto the couch, pull your pants down to see the wet patch on your panty that's so obviously there. <3

it's almost laughable that you're bare and your one hell of a horny boyfriend doesn't even know. you huff, a grin plastered as you crawled towards him, causing the bed to jitter.

he was about to turn and look what you're up to, but was soon vehemently shoved into the mattress as you pulled him down, climbing onto his face and holding his hands.

oh he's grinning isn't he.

"oh fuck baby." he mumbled coherently enough as his face was pulled to your clothed pussy like opposites of a magnet. he only made the wet stain in your panties worse, and did so until your clit was traced into the cotton. god really made a sin when he created your boyfriend.

it's almost a crime because he's too too too pretty for his own good. he placed his hands over your thighs and wrapped it around, palming your ass. "lift your hips for me, baby." he mumbled into your pussy. it was whiny, causing you to almost fold and want to do a sixty-nine with him.

you bucked up your hips, and his finger slid your panties to the side as he tilted his head, and his lips latched onto your clit. "h-hah. g-good boy."

he moaned into your pussy, his dick was already pressed up against his pants, his hips bucking into the air and only getting sliding friction; not static. he shook his face, nose bucking up into your cunt, causing your eyes to close shut and lips flatten into a line of pure satisfaction.

his fingers were lurking around your hole, not pressing in but just enough for you to push yourself down onto his body. you let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his tongue swirling around your mess and two fingers right that were contemplating on whether to give you what you want.

"now that's a wet pussy." he mumbled, eyes downward as he stared at your arousal. "h- just fuck me." you mumbled as your fingers scrunched his tshirts fabric between them.

he let go at the tap of your fingers on his forearm, you getting up to turn around— and what a fucking view you got. dumb, dumb beomgyu, laying there as the mute tv's changing lights made his face glisten with your pussy. nothing to be bothered about, he likes it when his face his smothered all up in his favourite girl's pussy.

you gripped on his hair, and your knuckles almost went white when his tongue met your clit. it wasn't fair, his eyes so doe when he looks up at you, his tongue so mean when he eats you out.

"sweet." he kissed your pussy, and thank god you weren't at your apartment, these lewd noises could end up in a discussion with your neighbours. his breath hitting your core, tongue swirling, and yet he tells you he doesn't know how to eat pussy.

"h-hah, beomgyu, you're sure you don't know how to d-do this..?"

"take what I offer, baby." as he licked your nub.

he said something into your pussy that came out so incoherent it was just a vibrating sensation to you. you thought you were almost lost in the moment. almost? you were lost. other hand now on his forehead as you bounced and rubbed yourself all over his face. "y-yeah. take it, boy. fuck. h-hah.." you slapped his forehead to which all he did was laugh at your assumption of how he's the pathetic one, when it's complete antithesis.

his situation wasn't going to be any better than yours anymore when his hips were already thrusting into air whilst he ran out of oxygen. did any of you two care? absolutely not.

starting to get closer and closer, you were already going at it on his face, grinding on his nose and mouth while mumbling all sorts of curse words when he slurped all of you; like the dumb puppy he is.

"h- beom— beom, close. okay?" you said under your breath as his hands were starting to grip his own cock from above his slacks, rubbing himself but not completely, not wholly enough for his own orgasm. and why rub one out when you will be doing it later on anyway?

"on my face, ugh, pleasepleaseplease." he groaned when you did just that, cumming hard. hands pressed into the mattress above his head as you rub yourself sideways onto the homogeneous mixture of your fluids and his spit and saliva as he licked it all up, whatever came near his mouth, he swallowed. "filthy boy, i- ha, hah..." and one good, harsh pat on his head as you grasped his locks again, looking down as you got up.

you laughed at the sight; pretty, shiny beomgyu. literally. a sight that only you and the associates who deny your entry into heaven witness. who cares, he's so pretty.

"good boy." you mumbled as you used his shoulders as support when you plopped down onto the bed.

he opened his eyes, eyelashes fluttering to reveal his pretty iris's. "kiss?"

I could write an entire post on why this is bad. I was bored. i apologize for taking your time. ok actually I have absolutely no idea what came into me when I wrote this but I wrote it so hahahahah my bad I'll delete it and disappear.

#beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x you #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #txt x reader #txt x you #txt x y/n #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt fic #sub!idol #sub!beomgyu

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biibini · 3 months

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Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu properly introducing reader to her adoptive father for the first time??? I'm curious as to how that would play out :3

modern!mizu x reader meets eiji for the first time

tags: modern mizu, mizu & reader in relationship, meeting the parents trope, meeting the parent?, eiji is mizu’s adopted father, kohama is staged around the pacific northwest, heidi shindo &blood-soaked chiaki mentioned, TW: m*k*o, author needs to eat before she writes

a/n: ok for some reason i cant edit my drafts on my phone bc of gifs :( ima get thru these asks fr,, hope yall like the show references teehee

when u and modern!mizu first got together, u guys figured u would take it slow

it was mizu’s first relationship out of a toxic one

and u didn’t mind the slow pace

going on dates, hanging out, relaxing together

it was a blast

until one day u guys were out downtown, having a lil cafe date

and one of eiji’s clients recognized mizu as u hopped on the back of her motorcycle, zooming off to get lunch

modern!mizu ends up getting an unexpected phone call from her adopted dad

they keep in touch every few days

but she had just called him yesterday

Mizu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her homework lies on her desk, ready to be done.

She groans in frustration and gently throws the phone down.

Ok, enough scrolling. Let’s get shit done-

Her phone starts to vibrate. Mizu flips the phone to spot the contact name “Swordfather”. The contact name is paired with a 0.5 selfie of him winning against Mizu. It continued to vibrate on Mizu's bed.

That’s odd. I just called him yesterday.

“Hey dad, whats up?”, Mizu answer.

“Who’s in the back of your bike?”, he yells into the phone.

“How- who- what are you talking-“

“Mr. Shindo come to me earlier today.” He starts, stern and loud, “He say he saw you with girl behind you on bike.”

Mr. Shindo was a regular at Eiji’s Repair Shop ever since Mizu was young. A man with temper and sass, he only trusted Eiji with his services. But with sass came a lot of gossip. Mizu wouldn’t believe the amount of drama happening the neighborhood if it wasn’t for Mr.Shindo’s loud mouth.

“Ok dad, I know it’s a girl but-“

“And he say he saw you hold hands! And drive off?!”, Eiji yelled with concern.

Mizu never really heard him this loud. There was the occasional disagreement and arguments about the Sunday game or who’s cooking for dinner. It was just banter at the most.

When Mizu told him about Mikio and why she left him & all his problems, he stayed calm and silent. Not many words were said when she admitted everything he did during the relationship. But it was comforting to know that her adopted dad was there, quietly listening to her sobs at the dining table.

“I know it’s not a guy but-“

“Guy, girl I do no care. Who is she?”

Mizu was stunned. Yeah, her dad’s English wasn’t the best but his words hit deep. The only time he pulled out the “I don’t care” in her lifetime was a foul customer.

A man by the name of Chiaki was on his knees close to closing hours, begging on his knees for Eiji to fix his motorcycle in hopes to make it faster. After constant days of his begging and pleading during open & closing, Eiji took it into his shop. After countless days of watching her dad attempt to fix the customer’s bike, Chiaki started criticizing and called him an “decrepit old man unable to fix shit”. Mizu wanted to rock his shit but her dad stopped her before she could.

“I may be old, but I do no care. Leave with your piece of shit you call a bike.”, Eiji said as Chiaki sped off, flipping the bird as he sent off.

"Mizu? You there?, Eiji asks. Mizu snaps back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You tired of guys now, ha?"

Mizu scoffed, laughing at the unexpected response. She hears a hearty chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah yeah.", Mizu sighs in relief, "She's my girlfriend. Her name is Y/N.", Mizu answered, a blush blooming on her face.

"Ah good. Next time you come home, bring her. I'll make my barbeque special.", Eiji says lightheartedly.

Mizu's eyes lit up. It had been a while since she visited home. And to be greeted with the smell of her dad's honey BBQ baby back ribs and juicy prime rib? Yeah, she was sold.

"I will. I'll let you know when I'll visit."

"And Mizu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"She take good care of you?", he asks in a concerned tone.

MIzu smiles, knowing the slow burn of confusion, hatred, and rage he witnessed over the many years. He was present during her silent middle school self, her angsty & stubborn teenage years, and her confused & rage-filled self during her previous relationship.

She looks at the wall where a photobooth strip of you two hung. It was during one of your exploring the city dates when you two found a vintage photo booth. A little dusty but it did the job of capturing you two together.

"Yes. Yes, she does, dad."

later that week, u get a text msg from mizu asking if u are free for the weekend

thinking it was another weekend date, u clear out ur schedule

and then she texts u its ab coming home w her for the weekend and see her dad

this was kinda out of nowhere

it rlly threw u off

it has been a few months now...

so yk what

maybe it is time u say hi

that friday u get on her motorcycle and ride to her hometown

its only an hr out but seeing the change from a college town to a smaller town felt like another world

You feel the motorcycle slow down as you head towards the exit. The wind calms down as you pass by the welcome sign to Kohama. As you go down the exit, you look out. Down below is a winding path to the seaside town. The town hangs next to a cliff. From your point of view, you could spot the deep blue ocean shimmers as Mizu takes you down the road.

She goes at a slower pace, taking in the familiar sights she left behind: the tall pine trees, a long coastline as far as the eye can see, and boulders scattering the beaches every once in a while. She rolls up to a stop sign and lifts her visor up.

"Smells like home."

You mimic her motions, lifting yours as well. The faint scent of sea salt mixed with the cool breeze from the ocean.

With both of you refreshed, Mizu continued along the path towards the middle of town.

u guys roll into her neighborhood

the houses share a similar bungalow-style

only changing in shades of color

however, something caught ur eye

well

more like ur nose

the smell of sweet barbeque caught ur attention

mizu immediately knew it was her dad cooking it up

meeting modern!mizu’s dad aka swordfather was a lil awkward

when u first arrived, he was busy in the back barbecuing and taking care of the dinner tonight

so u didnt meet him until u fully entered the house

hes busy in the back barbequing

and he does see u but the only thing he knows ab u is that ur dating his daughter

“Dad?”, Mizu calls through the house. You follow her footsteps down the hallway. She then opens the backdoor at the end, the midday shining into the hallway.

The sun blinds you for a second. You see a growing backyard with bushes aligning the fence. Tucked in the corner lied a storage shed surrounded by bikes and a few spare tires. Next to the shed is a grill in use, smoke coming out of the vent.

“I’m here Mizu.” An elderly voice called, his back facing you.

He turns around, a faint pout on his face. His eyes squinting from the harsh midday sun.

“You bring girlfriend?”

Mizu grins at her dad’s comment. She looks back at you and softly grabs your hand, pulling you next to her.

“This is Y/N.”

You smiled, waving at Mizu’s father. You know he’s not a bad guy, just a badass through Mizu’s stories of back home. However, you’re still anxious underneath your pleasing demeanor.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

You look up to meet his gaze. Old, tired eyes stare back. Stern but not mean or cruel. Amiable. You could only wonder how much wisdom he has behind those eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I am Eiji.”

He waves back, awkwardly smiling as he tends to the grill. The interaction had a striking similarity to when you first met Mizu: cordial, dry, and a little awkward.

Like father, like daughter, you suppose.

after introducing urself, mizu lets eiji cook

(LET HIM COOK ‼️‼️)

when ur making sides together in the kitchen, he gets a glimpse of how u guys act together

and he watches u help mizu make the sides like mac & cheese, baked potatoes, biscuits, and stir fried green beans

typically, he would be helping her cook

but seeing u help her mix the macaroni

and mizu helping u cut the green beans

hes a proud man and feels safe knowing mizu is ok

when mizu pops into the bathroom, he checks in on the cooking

You put on the red and blue mitts and carefully place the mac and cheese into the oven. You feel the fiery heat of the oven against your forearms.

“How is cooking going?”

You close the oven and look behind to find Eiji. You nod in response.

“It’s going good! We’re almost done.”, you say as you move to the side. He gets a view of your work with Mizu: a plate of stir fried garlic string beans with crispy fried onions, a stack of baked potatoes along with bowls of toppings portioned by Mizu, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, and the max and cheese that’s currently baking.

“Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay.”, you say politely as you put the mittens away.

He nods back, a small smile forming around his lips.

The conversation falls short. A silence fills the air.

For a little too long.

It’s almost uncomfortable to breath, let alone talk, in the kitchen.

“Ribs are almost done. Please help set tables with me.”

You follow his request and help him with the plates and utensils.

“You know,”, You look up from the dinner table, giving Eiji your attention. “I did not know Mizu would bring girlfriend back.”

He chuckled as he looked back at you. You hear the emphasis on “girl” and laughed along. After hearing about Mizu’s previous relationship during the beginning of your relationship, you started to understand her ways.

And now, you understood why Eiji was awkward earlier in the day. When Mizu first met you, it was anxiousness meeting you. For Eiji, it was out of concern from Mizu’s past.

“Yeah, I’m probably not what you expected.”, you tease.

A hearty laugh comes out of Eiji. You feel the heaviness in the room lifts.

“But I’ll be here for her. I plan to, don’t worry.”, you reassure him. As serious as you sound, it was all true.

He hums in agreement. He puts down the final fork and walks over to the stir-fried green beans. His fingers reach for a string bean and tastes your cooking.

“Mm. You are honest.”, he pauses as he takes another bite. “You also make mean green beans.”

You snort, the compliment catching you off guard.

“Mean green beans?”, you question. You take a bean from the plate.

He nods.

Mean green beans…

while u and eiji are having a moment,

modern!mizu is listening to all of this go down

she tries not to smile when she comes back into the kitchen

but on the inside, she’s relieving hes getting along with u

once u and mizu help set the food on the table, its feasting time

ik for a fact that those baby back ribs are dangerously juicy

practically ripping off the bone

and with that honey bbq sauce???

and not to mention the prime rib??????

perfectly cooked

super tender

u can literally taste thyme, rosemary, and garlic with every juicy bite

(i shouldnt be writing this while im hungry)

u all enjoy a delicious dinner

afterwards, modern!mizu would give u a detailed tour of her childhood home

her fencing trophies lined up in the living room

and hallway

and bedroom

eiji didnt always say it but he was proud

if u couldnt tell already

when u guys went out to the backyard, u spot eiji working on a motorcycle in the shed

its not the biggest shed

but a closer look inside painted a pic of who he was

him on a motorcycle w his friends when he was much younger

a framed pic of a lil mizu on her scooter with him on a motorcycle, both vehicles with matching colors

the grand opening of eiji’s car shop

young mizu at the beach nearby

another of teenage mizu holding her keys and next to a blue 2004 toyota camry

u laughed and pointed it out

eiji chuckling along w u and describing the picture as mizu’s first drive after getting her license at age 16

she looks so much younger but u giggle at the scowl

on the other hand, modern!mizu is kinda embarrassed from her high school self

as crazy and insane and stubborn as she was, it was a big moment for her and for eiji

her girl could finally drive

and she got her first taste of freedom

did she cringe as u stared and laughed at how different she looked? yeah

but at least eiji isnt reminicising alone

#modern au #mizu bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu x y/n #mizu headcanons #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #modern mizu #modern mizu x reader #blue eye samurai modern #master eiji #heidi shindo #mikio blue eye samurai

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bordysbae · 10 months

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this town - trevor zegras

summary: as you roam the busy streets of chicago, you run into a painfully familiar new york born boy who’s currently living on the west coast.

roughly inspired by this town by niall horan! so feel free to play that song while you read if you want!

trying a new format?! also hi i’m popping in to write a little something for no reason :) this is definitely not my best work but ohhh well

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as you dodge the little pieces of trash on the concrete, your headphones rest upon your ears playing all kinds of music you love. the tote bag resting on your shoulder holds all kinds of clutter, which is something nearly everyone teases you for. the only person who never teased you for it was trevor. it used to be his favorite thing. he loved how you always had things like tangled earbuds you’d never used crumpled at the bottom, or even a book you’d barely even opened since you bought it resting in your bag.

you and trevor were practically the it couple of plymouth high school, but that was until you guys ended a month after he got drafted. you found out when he’d gone to development camp in anaheim, he kissed another girl at a bar with his new teammates. it broke you to pieces, but what you didn’t know was that it broke trevor even more. you swore to never speak to him again, and you’ve kept that promise. you moved out of michigan for college, and you’ve been thriving. chicago is treating you well, and so has northwestern. you’ve avoided anything trevor related for as long as possible. skipping past any ducks games on tv, even if it’s your favorite team against them.

while your beat up converse pad across the street and your ripped jeans hug you perfectly, you notice all of the tourists surrounding you. you also notice a large group of boys around your age walking your way. as you get closer, your breath hitches. it feels like the entire world stops when you see him, and suddenly your feet bring you to a halt. your head hesitantly turns around, and so does his. the people walking behind you groan at your sudden stop and walk around you, as you stand there in shock. trevor’s group of friends notice he’s no longer walking with them and turn around to see what he’s doing. his action in question being staring at you.

“y/n, hi,” he says breaking the awkward silence.

“trevor,” you softly say.

“how’ve you been? how’s chicago?”

“it’s amazing. i love it,” you say as you begin to fidget with your fingers.

“i’m glad. i know you were nervous to start college,” he says with a small smile curling at the corners of his lips. suddenly he gasps, “i’m so sorry guys, i’m so rude! this is y/n. y/n meet some of my teammates!”

you quickly realize these are most likely the same guys who pressured him into cheating on you, and you get even more upset at the situation. “hi,” you say with a fake smile. one of the boys speak up after a few silent moments, “hey z we’re gonna go back to the hotel, take your time catching up,” the darker haired boy says. trevor nods at the boy and turns back to you.

“so, what are you doing in chicago?” you ask.

“oh we have a game tomorrow night against the blackhawks. are you gonna go?”

“i have schoolwork trevor, not everyone got out of college the easy way,” you chuckle, and trevor rolls his eyes.

“hey do you maybe uh, want to get coffee? or something?” trevor asks as his hand rubs the back of his neck. your heart falls into your stomach as memories flood. memories of when he told you what had happened in anaheim, in your guys favorite coffee shop. he barely even looked upset when he told you, just like how he looks perfectly fine with seeing you now. no guilt? nothing?

“i uh, i really need to go. it was great seeing you though,” you say as you begin to walk away. no matter how many white lies you tell, you truthfully haven’t been the same without trevor, but apparently he’s been just fine.

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it’s a restful evening, but a knock on your apartment door startles you. as you slowly approach the door, and look through the small peephole, you see trevor. he’s stood there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. you sigh and open the door, “trevor? how did you find my apartment?”

“don’t worry about it, okay? i’m just here to apologize.”

“apologize for what?”

“everything,” his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he pauses his sentence.

“trevo-“ you begin, but he cuts you off. “shh, let me explain okay?” he says and you nod, meanwhile taking the flowers from his arms.

“i was so young and so stupid back then. i never realized just exactly what i’d be losing and how much it would impact me. waking up without knowing you’re apart of my life kills me more and more. as cheesy as it sounds, it’s true, y/n.”

your wide variety of emotions make you unable to find the right words, but eventually you’re able to string out a sentence. “why are you here now? why years later? you’ve known i’ve been in chicago. why are you just now telling me this?”

“because i wanted to so badly respect your choice. i know you’ve been avoiding me, and i don’t blame you. i mean we live across the country, sure, but there’s so many forms of communication, yet you never reached out. so i figured you were avoiding me, and i wanted to respect that. but now that i’ve seen you in person, i couldn’t help but feel that this is what’s right. no matter where i go, or who i’m with, it’s like i’m constantly chasing your shadow down the street. i always look for a little bit of you in everyone. everything always comes back to you.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras angst #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 17 days

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hawthorne weekly dinner head canons

this has been sitting in my drafts for so long (although i only started posting earlier this week, i've had a few posts in my drafts for a while) you can't tell me they don't have weekly dinners. they're all literally so cute. like i can just imagine the four brothers, avery, libby, max, and even rebecca and thea sometimes spending some time all together. i might make a part two bc i honestly love the idea of all of them spending time together at dinner.

max and xander are always talking about the weird things that happened to them that week (once, they managed to get stuck with a lion in a cage at the zoo)

libby and grayson usually cook the food together. xander will help libby make the desserts.

once grayson starts dating someone (lyra probably, for some reason i'm still not convinced they'll end up together), obviously she joins these little dinners.

avery sometimes forces alisa to stop working and join too. she slowly starts to get over nash bc of them (she realises she's a girlboss and doesn't need a man in her life (i hc that she's bi))

grayson really enjoys the meals. he slowly starts to loosen up and smile more (this makes everyone really happy).

they once dared avery to make the food one night, but she's a horrible cook so they just decided to order take out.

jamie, when the plates and everything have been taken away from the table, gets on top of it and starts twerking.

the dinners always lead to everyone settling down in the living room and watching movies/tv shows (in two other posts, i mentioned that xander, grayson, libby, and avery love medical dramas so they probably all just watch that)

rebecca doesn't really like socializing with so many people at once so she brings a book with her. thea notices her all lonely and starts to talk to her bc she's such a good gf (istg they're so cute together).

avery and jameson always sit next to each other and are touching each other (sometimes jamie has an arm wrapped around her shoulder, other times he's holding her hand or places his hand on her thigh.

grayson canonically loves photography, and so these dinners give him the opportunity to show his work. he also takes pictures of them at dinner

sometimes he'll also show everyone some piano pieces he composed (this guy most definitely plays the piano)

these dinner usually end up becoming games of truth or dares, never have i ever, two truths and a lie etc. these games reveal so many things about everyone. so people get to know each other better

libby always has a slew of funny stories about baby avery. avery's always blushing from embarrassment.

sometimes, thea's just on her phone the whole time replying to comments and stuff.

xander likes to sit next to grayson cause he likes to talk about his gadgets and, bc gray doesn't really speak, he can talk freely (gray loves hearing him talk about things he enjoys). xander also has max sitting on his other side so that he can talk to her too, but usually she's busy talking to avery and stuff

during one of these family dinners, they learned that gray had an emo phase when he was 11.

they also learned that avery used to be a hopeless romantic thanks to max and libby (the four brothers, thea, rebecca, and alisa were all shocked cause she doesn't seem like she would be one but then they realized it made sense)

during a game of truth or dare, jameson managed to bang his head so hard on the table he passed out (idk what the dare was)

libby tends to sit across grayson and they start talking about cooking and stuff.

grayson once forgot about the dinner but really wanted to attend. he couldn't find a shirt he liked though and he was so tired that he just showed up shirtless (everyone had no words)

sometimes, avery or one of the brothers will post pics of their dinners and fans always think it's adorable.

jamie and avery will talk about the trips they took together

nash loves to talk about taylor swift's easter eggs/cryptic posts, etc. max who's also a hard core swiftie joins in. the rest of the table, at some point, start to like talking about these easter eggs too, and it becomes a huge thing (i hc that all of them were already swifties prior to these dinners. some less addicted to her music than others though)

they all like reading (except for thea, she doesn't get the point of it) so they start talking about thebooks they like or are currently reading.

at one of these family dinners, its revealed that nash reads smut (people already knew max and xander read smut already cause they aren't ashamed to talk about the weird shit they read)

max is always threatening avery to reveal all of her dirty secrets (they've been friends since childhood, of course max knows things about avery that no one else does)

at first, libby was kinda shy to talk at the table bc she felt like people didn't really care about what she had to say (fuck you drake, it's all cause of him) so nash started comforting her and encouraging her to talk. grayson overheard the conversation and started a conversation with her to encourage her. he told her that she was part of the family whether she wanted to or not, and people wanted to talk to her (she teared up).

sometimes, when libby gets anxious about speaking, nash will put his hand on her thigh and hype her up.

at first, grayson was so happy to have these dinners and be surrounded with people that love him that he would start to tear up in bed at night. over time, he started to accept that these people would always be in his life and stopped crying at night.

if anyone has requests, feel free to leave them! hope you guys like these <3. also here's a little seating plan i made for fun :) when lyra joins someday, she sits between gray and rebecca.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #libby grambs #libbynash #rebecca x thea #rebecca laughlin #thea calligaris #maxine liu #maxander #alisa ortega

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notsopersonalcharlie · 3 months

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Mid-Game Superstitions

(American) Football Star!Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Note: Based on this idea I had watching the game last night and inspired by the fact that I like watching the sports ball sometimes. I'd apologize for the length but I wouldn't really mean it :)

You were nervous as all hell, nearly bit off your press ons in the car. It had been pandemonium when you arrived with the other partners, some of the wives coming with their kids in separate cars, but most of you all together. A few of them had done it before, been to a Super Bowl as the second most important people in the stadium, and Peggy had clasped a hand around your forearm as you stepped out of the limo.

You were glad for the anchor against all of the screaming. To your surprise people weren't just screaming for Peggy, or Sam's supermodel girlfriend, but they knew you too. It was delightful if not a little off-putting as you all posed to people screaming your name each of you wearing some form of the team's colors, red, white, and blue.

You'd gotten used to the hubbub of metal detectors and being ushered in a pack of security guards up to the box designated for all of you. Once things had calmed down, and you'd all taken copious numbers of photos and got drinks, you slipped away from the people you'd well and truly decided were your friends after a year of breathless wins and harrowing injuries, and made your way over to one of the security guards by the door. There were two at the door and one moving around the room, just in case anyone got by the first two.

"Uhm, excuse me?" The man turned. He was massive, but you were no more intimidated by him than by Bucky or any of the other equally massive players on the team. You'd learned through the season that the sweeter you were, the quicker you got things.

"What can I do for you?"

"I usually go down to meet my husband outside the locker room during half time. I just wanted to make sure there was an easy way to get there and that you knew beforehand!" Usually that's all it took, a smile and a little shrug. Today though, the man frowned and leaned back out the door to say something to his partner, you didn't catch it all, but he said something about security and concerns. When he turned back around he was still frowning.

"I'm sorry, I have to check with the rest of the security team. They're running things a little militant around here."

"Oh, I know a thing or two about militant! Bucky and Steve were in the Army before they joined the league. I'm sure there will be some way we can make it happen." You hoped you sounded confident, but not too forceful. You were already antsy from not being able to see him right before the game like normal, but you knew this was not a normal game. He nodded with a small smile and stepped outside, the door closing behind him. You loitered there, glancing back at the rest of the teams partners, many of whom had looked back over at you and given you hopeful thumbs ups.

It hadn't seemed like a big thing in the beginning of the season, the stop by the locker room at half time. It was Steve's fourth season in the league, second as first string quarterback. Bucky had played tight end in high school and college, and Steve had practically begged when the Commandos were planning their draft picks to get his best friend on the team. He would have done anything to keep Bucky playing, that included letting you sneak down to give him a mid-game pep talk and kiss.

It wasn't until it was clear they were going to the playoffs that the players and their partners noticed that the games you weren't there or the games where you weren't able to follow through with the ritual between the halves, the Howling Commandos would lose. It wasn't a perfect measure, and it didn't even seem like the team played worse when you weren't down there, it was just like there was one missing piece.

The door reopened and the man seemed surprised to see you still standing there.

"I'm really sorry, but we've been told we're not allowed to take anyone down there between the game. There's too much chaos with the half time show dancers and teams." You floundered for an excuse, but 'they're going to lose if I don't' seemed pretty weak, so you were left standing there when he closed the door.

"Darling? What did they say?" You turned to meet Peggy's eye and shook your head.

"Oh dear." Most of the rest of the box seemed to have caught on and pats on the back were accompanied by nervous looks. Even though it had been your ritual with Bucky, it had kind of become the whole team's ritual. Peggy said Steve had mentioned that it wasn't that Bucky played worse when you didn't go down, it was his dark expression and lack of usual energy and camaraderie that brought them all down.

"I'm sure it'll be ok!" someone's wife called, "They're going to be so caught up in the game that they won't even have time to dwell on it. They've been practicing so hard." Before you could have too long a thought about it, they were called your attention back to the field and you watched them run out onto the field, all of you hooting and hollering as you saw your boys get on the field.

-/-/-/-/-/-

Bucky was ecstatic coming off the field during the half time. They were up by one touchdown and the energy was electric, every single move gained praise.

"Everyone take ten, do not, and I repeat! Do Not! Think about sitting for longer than five of those minutes. We'll huddle up then." Coach Fury lived up the name, but he kept them all ready to play.

"Buck, you are a beast out there man! Insane!" Sam practically bowled him over with the unexpected chest bump.

"Me? What about you!" Bucky gathered up a bottle of water and Gatorade, wiping away sweat and grass stains before slipping off down the hall to the way they had come in. There were a few people loitering around and security by the load, but he didn't spot you.

"Scuse me." One of the security guards turned and his eyes widened.

"Ma-Sir, you have to go back in the locker room."

"Oh, I'm just checking if my partner came down here. They usually do. Black jeans, shirt with my name on the back?"

"Sorry sir, we aren't allowed to let anyone but the half time crew in here. No one was allowed down." Bucky frowned.

"But-" He was cut off by loud music and the security guard shook his head, practically backing him towards the locker room again. Steve couldn't help but spot Bucky hanging his head and nearly swore out loud. He knew that look.

-/-/-/-/-/-

When all was said and done, they had fought hard, but the other team had a few last tricks up their sleeve. All of you had made your way down to the back doorway, where the players had come in and gone out, and were waiting for your freshly showered, if not very dejected football players. Bucky and Steve were nearly always the last ones out of the locker room, and Peggy and you waited patiently as they began to stream out. Sam was the first to say it, but it came like a steady stream after.

"They shoulda let you down here." It wasn't a specific blame, not on Bucky and not on you, but mid-game rituals were habits, and the habit might have cost the team the game. Finally, very last, you spotted the duo coming out, hair wet and heads handing.

"Hey peach," Bucky sighed, falling into your open arms and pressing his face into your neck.

"Hi Buck. You played great." He mumbled something against the hem of your shirt that sounded something like 'could'a played better' and you kissed the top his head, the smell of his conditioner reminding you of home.

"Next time," Steve said as he and Peggy began to walk away, "Next time I am telling the security team that you gotta come down no matter what." You could feel Bucky smile.

"Next time," he said as he pulled himself away from you, "If they don't let you come down, I'm coming up."

"Next time Buck." He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to your lips.

"Let's go home."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #football star!bucky #charliewrites #marvel #mcu #Sebastian stan

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sydsaint · 3 months

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More of my fav NXT himbo <3

Summary: Adam Pearce tasks the reader with making sure that Bron is ready to sign an exclusive Raw contract instead of signing with his rival Nick Aldis on Smackdown.

"So you're all set for tomorrow night?" Pearce has a chat with you at the end of RAW. "I set it all up and let Shawn know that you'd be there." He adds.

"I've got it down boss." You assure Pearce. "My flight leaves tonight. I'll be in Orlando in a few hours and sleep it off at the hotel. Then tomorrow night Bron Breakker is all mine." You grin to yourself, a smile that slightly worries poor Adam.

Pearce rubs the back of his neck and grabs your arm. "You're there to get the kid to sign to Raw before Nick Aldis can get his hooks in him, YN." He reminds you. "Not scare the poor guy into Aldis' arms."

"Adam! I've got it." You laugh and pat Pearce's arm. "Trust me. I'm going to make that unsuspecting hunk an offer that he can't refuse." You flash a wicked grin.

Adam sighs and shakes his head but lets you go anyway. You scare the poor man sometimes. But if there is one thing that Adam is sure of. It's that you are damn good at your job, despite your youth.

You catch your flight out to Orlando and game plan on the trip over. After some quick chats with a few of your girlfriends from NXT you've made the determination that Bron and Cora have been broken up for a while. And you've also been informed that Rick Steiner's ridiculously hunky son is back on the prowl for a new girl as of late.

The next afternoon you head into the center where NXT is filmed and swing by Shawn's office for a quick chat. Pearce let Shawn know you'd be coming by, and that you're out scouting new talent as well.

"Shawn! It's good to see you again!" You greet the NXT executive when you arrive. "And Ava! Congratulations on the promotion to GM!" You notice Ava Raine is present as well.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, YN." Shawn shakes your hand. "Adam Pearce let me know that you're here to scout some of our talent?" He asks you.

You nod and shake hands with Ava as well. "Yes. After Mr. Aldis went ahead and scooped up Miss Straton, Pearce didn't want to wait until the next draft." You explain.

Shawn nods and you talk with him and Ava for a bit. Shawn dismisses himself to take care of something a bit later and you're left alone with Ava.

"So, do you like the GM job so far?" You ask Ava.

"Yeah!" Ava nods. "It's nice to be in charge of stuff. Plus the pay is great!" She jokes. "So, who do you have your sights set on?" She asks you.

A hint of a smile plays on your face at Ava's question. "Don't tell Shawn, but I've actually got my eyes on one man and one man only." You inform her.

"Oh?" Ava replies with intrigue. "Who?" She asks you.

"Bron Breakker." You answer Ava's question with a grin.

Ava giggles and nods her head. "Good choice." She compliments you. "He's got his own locker room just fyi." She adds suggestively. "I can show you where it is if you want?"

"I like the way you think, Ava." You laugh and nod.

Ava shows you down to the locker rooms and down to the one with Bron's nametag stuck to it. The two of you stop a bit down the hall and turn to one another. "Well, good luck." Ava wishes you luck. "He's scheduled for a match at the end of the show so you've got about two hours with him." She adds. "Oh, and a piece of advice? Bron may seem all mean scary. But he's all bark no bite, trust me." She offers you some last-minute advice.

"Oh, really? My favorite." You grin. "Thank you, Ava. And good luck with the GM position." You shake hands with her again before Ava heads off.

You turn toward the locker room door and stride up to it. You knock twice sharply on the door and wait for an answer. You can hear rustling on the other side of the door for a moment before the locker room cracks open.

Bron answers the door wrapped in a towel and dripping wet from the shower. "Oh, well aren't I one damn lucky girl." You muse.

"YN?" Bron stares at you with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Heya, Bronson. Miss me?" You ask with a grin and step over the threshold of the door.

Bron instinctively takes a step back as you approach him. You take the chance and kick the door shut behind you. "Umm, yeah sure. What are you doing here?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm on some business for Adam Pearce from Raw." You explain.

"Well, yeah." Bron replies. "I kind of meant what are you doing in here?" He asks you. "In my locker room."

You meander around the locker room with a shrug, making Bron watch you curiously with every step. "Well I guess that I'll get right to business then." You stop back in front of Bron. "Rumor is Nick Aldis has been sniffing around you as of late. I'm here to make sure his sniffing ends here and now. Because you aren't going to waste your time on the B show Fridays." You speak matter-of-factly.

"I'm not?" Bron asks you, still clearly confused.

"Oh no, baby." You shake your head. "You and those insanely distracting broad shoulders of yours are coming with me to Raw."

The bewilered look plastered on Bron's face makes you smile and you have to stifle a laugh You were expecting the guy to at least put up some sort of fight. A little verbal sparring at least. But you've got Bron caught like a deer in headlights.

"We-I-Umm, alright." Bron stutters as you step toward him.

"Atta boy, Bron. That's what I like to hear" You pat his chest. "Now as for the rumor that you and Cora Jade aren't together anymore. Is it true?" You ask him.

Bron nods, clutching onto his towel for dear life. "Yeah, we've been split for a while. I've actually been back in the game for a few weeks now." He adds."

"I heard." You nod. "Well, you're in luck Bron. It just so happens that if you were to sign with Raw instead of Smackdown, you get me as a signing bonus."

"You?" Bron replies.

You nod again and your hand dances up Bron's damp chest. "Mhm. And we both know that you've always had a thing for me, Bronson." You insist. "So really it's a win-win situation for both of us." You explain.

"Right." Bron nods. "I mean...I really can't argue with anything you've got going on here, YN." He admits."

"I know!' You giggle. "Isn't it great how easy I make things?" You tease him. "Now! Get dressed and enjoy your last night as a member of the NXT roster. You'll find an email waiting for you with all the travel information you'll need forr Raw. And I will see that adodrably perplexed face on Monday night." You lean up and kiss his cheek. "Chau, handsome."

Speechless, Bron watches you turn on your heels and exit his locker room as swiftly as you come in. He walks over to his phone and sure enough, there's the email you mentioned. Sent over an hour ago. Bron laughs to himself at the confidence of the move. But he likes it. You're right, he's always liked you. And to have you show up to his locker room and insinuate that you're just as into him and he is in you is all that Bron needs to know he'll for sure be on Raw Monday night.

#wrestling #nxt fanfiction #nxt fic #bron breakker x reader #bron breakker #syd's wrestling fics #wwe fanfiction #wwe fandom #wwe fanfic #wrestling fandom #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fic #wwe

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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We're a Family Part 13 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I may be a bit tipsy so forgive me lol Alas I bare you this chapter <3

Warnings: Steddie X You relationship, Smut and fluff with a dash of angst at the beginning, the boys talk about their dads briefly near the end, handcuffs are introduced 😈, I think that's it lol

Word Count: 5322

“What the fuck are we doing here, Y/N. You’re lucky I even came without a lawyer.”, Charlie sighed as he slid onto the chair in the bar you invited him to. You sat there trying to appear as calm as possible as you smoked your cigarette.

“We need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do. How dare you pull a stunt like that with my son! I know that isn’t—”

“Charles, shut up. Shut. Up. I’m not here to fight with you or play games. We need to talk about Dylan and what’s best for him.” You slide a piece of paper your lawyer had drafted in front of him, allowing him to read it as you took a sip of the liquor in your glass.

“Fuck you. No. I’m not fucking signing this.”

“He—”

“No! No… I’m not… I can’t.”

“Charlie… he loves you so much. You have no idea but… he’s not a little boy anymore. He’s going to be 13 next year! I gave you so many chances and each time you weren’t there. He deserves better than this and somewhere inside I know you know that.”

His eyes start to fill with tears but he pushes them down. He can’t seem weak right now.

“I’m his father, Y/N.”

“Since when, Charlie? You missed so much. Birthdays, holidays, school functions and baseball games. He’s already started trying to shave his face and he’s been trying to work up the courage to ask a girl he likes on a date. Dylan tried to call and asked to visit but each time you weren’t available… I’m not saying he won’t change his mind as he grows up about wanting to see you but right now… this is what’s best.”

He reaches for your pack of cigarettes, scoffing as he takes out one and lights it. “These are the guys, right? You used to always smoke the lights when we were together.”

You softly smile in his direction. “Yeah, I steal them from Eddie so I can maintain the illusion that I don’t smoke anymore especially if I don’t buy my own pack.”

Charlie chuckles and your heart breaks. It’s the first time in almost 10 years you’ve seen him genuinely laugh like that.

“I tried, Y/N. I really did.”

“I know… by doing this…”, you point to the paper. “You’ll be doing the fatherliest thing for him that you have ever done. That way… he can finally stop hoping and focus on being a kid.”

His jaw tightens as he reaches for a pen, staring at the document before him, hands shaking as he signs his name.

“Tell Dylan I love him…SO fucking much.” With that he quickly stands and practically runs out of the building.”

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“Dada! Daddy! Wake up.”, Aurora exclaimed as you threw her playfully onto the bed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.”, Eddie chuckles when she throws herself down on his stomach.

“Geez rist.” You narrow your eyes at him as she tries to mimic words.

“What’s going on?”, Steve rubs his eyes as he sits up.

“Ro tell them. Say ‘Happy Father’s Day.”

“Appy faters day!”

“Thank you, honey. You’re too sweet.”

She giggles as she keens into Eddie’s chest. “Happy Father’s Day, dad. We got you some presents.” Dylan grins as he sits on the end of the bed and hands them each something. “Both of these are from Ro and me.”

Both men tear into the paper, displaying each gift one at a time. Eddie proudly held his shirt to his chest that read “Heavy Metal Dad” as he beamed at the kids.

“I love it so much! Thank you, guys. I’m going to wear it out today.”

Steve held up his coffee tumbler that read “Teacher by day; World’s best dad by night.”

“Oh, wow. Thanks you two! This will be going to work with me tomorrow.”

“Alright, let’s let them get dressed so they can come down and eat breakfast. That way we can take them to the other places, okay?”

“Bye, dada. Bye daddy.” Aurora waves, smiling as they wave back.

***

You grin as you watch Dylan and Steve interact with the Hawkins professional baseball players. They were both so animated as they excitedly talked about the game and your son’s stats on the field. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist as he kissed your temple.

“Look at our nerds.”, he grins.

“As usual he planned all this. Dylan thought Steve would enjoy getting to meet the team and play with them a bit.”

“I’m sure Stevie would enjoy anything that boy put together. I know I do.”

“Yeah, well, your present is tonight after we visit grandpa.”

“Ganpa.”, Aurora claps. You plop her on her feet as she tries to wiggle out of your grasp to run to her father and brother. “Din. Up!”, she commands as she makes grabby hands towards the sky.

“Who’s this?”, the player asks as Dylan lifts his sister into his arms.

“This is my little sister, Aurora.”

The man grins as he says hello and she keens into her brother’s shoulder before shyly waving.

“Must be nice having a sibling. I was an only child growing up and it was the worst.”

“Me to.” Eddie and Steve echo at the same time making you laugh.

Ro giggles, pointing to Dylan as she babbles. “Bra-der. Din…Rara…sis-ter.”

“She reminds me of my daughter. So smart and they pick up everything!”

“She really does.”, you smile as you pet her curls.

“Hey. Do you guys want to try hitting some balls? We actually have some t-ball bats and balls for the little one here.”

The five of you spent the rest of the day at the field playing with the players. Steve helped Ro hit the ball a few times and she was so excited as she waddle ran around the bases. Dylan continued to give Eddie pointers like he did in the batting cage all those years ago and the metalhead continued to pretend like he had no idea what he was doing as he asked his son questions.

***

“Ganpa!”, Ro screamed as she barreled towards Wayne.

“Oh my god. Hey, sweetheart!” He pretended to groan as he picked her up. “You are getting heavy. I’m too old. I need you to be a baby again.” She giggled as she shook her head.

Wayne grinned as he hugged Eddie. “Happy Father’s Day.”

“Happy Father’s Day, boys. You guys look like you’re having a good day so far.”

Dylan excitedly told him all about their time with the players and the fun they had as the man began setting out plates for lunch.

You guys enjoyed the meal Wayne made and Ro refused to let go of her grandpa even as he ate.

“Are you guys still doing the word association?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s got the family down for sure.” You begin pointing around the table as she rattles off names.

“Din. Daddy. Mama! Dada. Ganpa!”

“And who are you?”

“Rara!”

Steve laughs as he leans back in his chair. “I love the way she says it.”

“The other day she heard me say Eddie and—”

“Eh-ee…”

You gesture towards her as Wayne throws his head back and laughs.

“Mhmm. Daddy. I’m daddy to you, ya little monster.”, the man smiles as she tries to hide in her grandfather’s lap.

“So, what are the plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Dylan has somewhere he wants to take Eddie and then dinner after.”, you reply.

“Have you given them the thing yet?” You shake your head. “You’ll have to text me when you do.”

“Um, what thing?”, Steve inquires.

“You’ll see.”, you sing as you lean over to kiss his lips.

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Eddie’s entire demeanor changed as he excitedly took his kids hands and ran into the museum. Dylan had found a place about an hour outside of Hawkins that had a lot of the “nerdy” things his dad enjoyed. You and Steve laughed as you held hands following behind them as they looked around.

“Ah dude, look! They have one of the original D & D game from 1974.”

“That is so cool.” Dylan’s eyes widen as they look over the display.

“It’s been around that long? I’m surprised I didn’t know about this until after I met you.”

“I was just as surprised, sweetheart.” He grins when you lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Mom! Look!” Your son grabs your hand pulling you into a room full of Harry Potter memorabilia. Even as he got older his love for the books and movies didn’t change. His eyes lit up as he looked over all the trinkets, smirking as he turned to Steve. “Ok. Ro style word associate. Dad, what’s this?”

“Uh…boot key?”

“Close enough.”, he laughs as he points to something else.

“Oh! That one I know. It’s, um, time turner.” The man smiles proudly as Dylan confirms he’s right before pointing at something else. “Um…”

“Snit.”, Aurora babbles as she flaps her hands like wings.

“Yes! Snitch. Good job, Ro!”

“The three-year-old knows more than you do.”, you tease.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got two of them.” Steve smiles as he playfully shoves you.

As soon as you enter a room dedicated to Lord of The Rings, your daughter squeaks turning to cling to Eddie’s neck when she sees the big eye on the tower.

“It’s ok, baby. Daddy won’t let Sauron hurt you.”

“This is a really cool place, Dylan. How did you find it?”

“There’s this beautiful place on my computer called the internet.”

“Geez, Harrington. Did you hear that? It sounded like our wife shrunk and became a 12-year-old boy.”

“For real. You both are so mean.”

You wrap your arms around him as you gently kiss his head. “My baby. You definitely get that sarcasm from me.”

***

That evening you and the kids made dinner for them which they absolutely had fun watching. Dylan helped you cut ingredients and you gave Aurora the spoon a few times so she could stir the pan in front of you.

After you guys ate, your daughter fell asleep in her chair with her face covered in pasta sauce. Eddie cleaned her up before quickly taking her upstairs to put her to bed.

“Actually, we should all head upstairs because what Dylan wants to give you is up there.”

The three of you waited in your bedroom for Eddie to return and as soon as he did your son commanded he sit on the bed next to Steve.

“Oh shit. He’s upped his kidnapping game to. I think he’s going to murder us, Stevie.”

You jokingly widened your eyes and he grinned as he calmed down waiting for Dylan to proceed.

“So our son and I have some things to tell you but we ask that you wait until we’re finished before you fully react. Mostly by fully react, I mean getting mad at me.” You guiltily smiled towards them as their expressions became more cautious. “A couple of months ago I met up with Charlie.”

“You what?”, Steve asked with a hint of frustration.

“Please, listen—”

“I asked her to.”, Dylan cut in. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since mom told me she changed her last name. We’ve been talking about it a lot and I asked her not to tell you.” He slowly stepped forward and handed Eddie a manilla envelope.

They glanced at each other as he carefully pulled a packet out and they both scanned the documents.

“I…how…”, the metalhead stuttered over his words as you softly smiled.

“Dylan asked me if there was a more permanent way for you two to be labeled as his dad. I asked Wayne since he adopted you, Eddie, and he helped me get some of this stuff together. Like Aurora, I can only put one name there as his father. I thought it only fair to put Steve since yours is on Ro’s but both your names are listed as his parental guardians. That way…if anything happens to me…”

“After you guys sign it and this other paper in the back here, my last name will officially be Munson-Harrington like mom and my sister.”

Steve covered his eyes in his elbow but you saw his chest heave as he cried. Dylan stepped forward and the man immediately took him in his arms, reaching over to tug Eddie’s shirt so he could hug him to. After they pulled apart, you handed them a pen and they signed without any hesitation.

“I love you guys.”

“We love you to, kid. Now…get out of here before you make us cry again.”

Dylan giggled as jumped off the bed, kissing your cheek, and heading to his room.

You climbed into the bed between them, giving them each a kiss. “I’m sorry. He asked me not to tell you especially since we weren’t sure about what would happen with Charlie.”

“What did happen?”

You sighed as you told them the story of your meeting at the bar and your ex signing away his parental rights.

“Are you okay?”, Eddie asked.

“Yeah…it was hard…seeing the pain on his face. I’ve never doubted that Charlie loved him but…I don’t know.”, you shrug. “I’m glad Dylan feels safe with you two though. He’s not worried about you leaving him or hurting him.”

They smile as Steve tenderly pets your head.

“Ok, now I have a gift for you two as well so please double check that the baby is asleep and turn down the house while I go grab it!”

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“Alright, baby. Dylan is in bed and ready for school tomorrow, Ro is still knocked out, and the door is closed. The floor is yours.”, Eddie announces as he sits on the bed next to Steve.

“Thank you, my love!”

“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? My love…I like it.”

You giggle as you poke your head out of the closet. “Shut up and both of you close your eyes.”

“Yes ma’am.” The boys faux salute making you laugh harder.

They hear a small sigh leave your lips as you gradually shuffle towards. “I’ve never worn anything like this before but I saw it at the mall and knew you both would like it. Open.”

Their jaws drop when they are finally able to look at you.

The blue lingerie nightie you were wearing showed off your body in all the right places and the lacy part hugging your barely hidden breasts had Eddie exhaling in pleasure. The material flowed like a dress, cutting off just below your waist and you lifted it slightly to reveal a cute pair of lacy blue panties that had Steve’s cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck me…Honey, you look—”

“Beautiful…”, Eddie finished.

You bit your bottom lip as you try to contain your grin. “I got one more thing that I was going to save for someone’s birthday but to be honest I don’t know who I want to use it on more. Or I don’t know, maybe, you can use it on me.”

“Baby!”, Steve chuckles. “You have to tell us what it is first.”

After disappearing to your closet again, you come back out with a small box and hand it to them to open. The metalhead tears it open, both men looking up at you with sudden longing as their eyes clouded over with lust.

“Well, what is it?”, you ask innocently as you giggle in their direction.

“You’re going to fucking kill us. You know that right?” Steve sighs shakily as he pulls out the black leather handcuffs you had bought.

Eddie smirks in your direction until it slowly becomes his signature toothy smile that you love.

“What?”

“Naw, sweetheart, I’m just thinkin’. You walked into a store and thought ‘Maybe there’s something in here the TWO men I love would enjoy but yet you walked out with ONE pair of cuffs.”, he wiggles his eyebrows playfully in your direction. “You said you didn’t know who but you have one of us in mind. Don’t you, baby?”

“I…yeah…I mean…kinda…”, you blush.

“3, 2, 1…”, Eddie quickly counts down and at the same time you both reply.

“Steve.”

“Ha!”

Steve grins as he nods his head. “I’d ask why but it doesn’t really matter.”

“I just…I don’t know. I thought he might enjoy being a little vulnerable.”

“Liar.”

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!”, you laugh as your hands cover your face.

“You, my love, thought of Steve because Mr. Harrington here is definitely the most passionate but for some reason hides it under all that sexy head of hair.” Eddie rose to his feet turning you to take his place on the bed as he tugged the other boy and moved him to face you.

“Out of the three of us, he’s the most handsy. Stevie here loves PDA and doesn’t mind displaying you for the world.” The metalhead unbuttoned Steve’s shirt, tossing it aside as he ran his palms over his chest and down his stomach.

“Steve also has a tendency to ‘take charge’. Be the big man of the house, making sure everyone including me and you, princess, are taken care of.” The man exhales as Eddie places light kisses along his back, reaching around to unzip his jeans, and slide them down his legs with his boxers.

“But the main reason is because…” Taking the handcuffs from you, he pulls Steve’s wrists behind his back, binding them together. “…this gorgeous man, while having grown up a lot especially after becoming a dad, still has some struggles being vulnerable. And for us, sweetheart, it’s absolutely fucking sexy watching him surrender it to the two people he trusts the most.”

He sits beside you as he leans back on his hands, looking up at Steve with admiration.

“He really does look yummy.”

“Yeah, he does.”

You stand to get closer to him, running your palms up his hairy chest to his neck as you lean up to kiss his lips. His arms twitch behind him, desperately wanting to wrap them around you, chasing your mouth as you pull away.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” You smile as you guide him towards the mattress, pushing him down onto his stomach. “They don’t hurt right?”

“No. They actually feel comfortable.”

Your fingers run delicately through his hair so you can see his eyes. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable just tell us, okay?”

“Okay, honey.”, he answers before being abruptly turned onto his back.

“You know, we could have some real fun and torture the hell out of him.”

“Eddie, no!”, you giggle.

“Oh, come on. Last time we tried the no touch he lost our bet and jerked off. Now…”, he grins wickedly as he pushes you onto your back as well, crawling up your body before leaning down to kiss you. “…he can’t do that. It’s sweeter to because, sweetheart, you look so gorgeous in this. Imagine if Stevie couldn’t have you while you were wearing it.”

A moan escapes your lips as his hips grind against your own. “Eddie, its both your day, today. He deserves to feel good to.”

“Oh, alright.”

After giving you an obnoxiously loud kiss, he slides off your body and takes off his own shirt, flinging it to the side. The metalhead watches you with a big smile as you roll to your side, tenderly kissing Steve’s lips before trailing your own down his chest.

A line of spit flows from your mouth as you hover over his cock, stroking it along his shaft with your hand. He groans as your tongue licks his tip, tracing along his veins till you reach his balls.

“Baby, I got this.” Eddie’s eyes gesture upwards and you smile as you crawl up towards the other boy’s face. Straddling his head facing them, you move the silky fabric blocking your core to the side, moaning as he cranes his neck to press his tongue into your entrance.

“Yes, Steve, baby.”

He moans underneath you as he wraps his mouth around your clit and you glance up to see Eddie taking the man’s cock as far into his mouth as his throat will allow. Drool and spit drips from his lips and your pussy clenches at the sight.

Eyes rolling back, Steve aggressively begins shaking his head, devouring you as if you were the last meal he was ever going to have.

“Oh my god… Don’t… Don’t stop.”, you whimpered as your hips grinded against his face.

You watched as his hands moved underneath him, desperate to touch either one of you. Your palms pressed against his chest for leverage as you felt him fully try and taste everything that was his. Moaning his name repeatedly, your legs shook around him as you came.

You hastily climbed off him, turning to grip his jaw as you sloppily kiss his lips. His tongue invaded your mouth before he jerked his head back to try and kiss as much of your face, neck, and body he could reach.

Eddie released Steve’s cock, giving you room as you climb on top of him again and gradually sunk down on to his dick.

“Fuck me…”, Steve moaned as he lifted his head to watch himself disappear inside of you.

The other man removed the rest of his clothing and leaned forward to suck on your neck as you slowly began moving your hips.

“We could still have fun with him, you know.”, Eddie teased. “I mean, doesn’t it kill you at least a little that you can’t touch her?” He chuckled when Steve nodded. “What was that, Stevie? I couldn’t hear you.”

“More…more than…a little. Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

The metalhead brushes some of your hair back as his breath tickles your ear. “What do you think, sweetheart? Think we should let him go?”

You reached for Steve’s shoulders, yanking him to a sitting position as your thighs clung to his waist.

“Please.”

While he waited to be free, Steve dragged his tongue along your neck before latching his lips to the sweet spot on your throat. As soon as the cuffs came off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back, pounding into you almost animalistically.

He hated not being able to touch you. Not that he didn’t like being restrained but he just loved you so much and not being able to hold you drove him insane.

Eddie was completely entranced with you two as he stroked his cock watching the man he loved take care of the woman he loved. It was so beautiful and he relished the fact that moments like this only belonged to you three.

“Steve, please, I’m…” You hand covered your mouth to stifle the moan but he moved it out of the way, replacing it with his lips as he held your face to his. You clung to him as you came, his tongue muffling your whimpers as you came undone.

Steve’s rhythm stalled as he allowed you to catch your breath. Suddenly feeling a hand on his back, he turned his head to see Eddie behind him who raised his eyebrows essentially checking in. The man nodded before looking down at your sweaty features.

“Are you ok?”

They breathily laugh as you give them a thumbs up while you continue to pant. The metalhead’s palm glides to the other man’s shoulder as his other guides his cock into him. This was always one of your favorite parts of making love with them. You had always said, even when you first met them, that they both had an energy that was intimidating when it came to them.

Maybe it was the years of knowing each other or just being friends instead of lovers but anytime they interacted especially in bed it was like looking at a work of art, so gorgeous. Steve’s forehead fell against yours as his face scrunched in pleasure. Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against the man’s back, balancing on his other arm as he began slowly thrusting his hips.

Your eyes remained open as you tried to watch them above you. Every time Eddie pumped into him, it moved Steve forward thrusting him into you.

“Does he feel good, babe?” Steve nods at your question as he softly kisses your lips. “Tell me. Tell me, sweetheart.”

He forces his eyes open as he looks down at your face. “Y-you—mmm—you both feel…jesus…”, he grunts unable to finish his thought as Eddie slows behind him, delivering deep strokes that has Steve’s face collapsing into your neck.

The man winks above you before reaching for both of Steve’s wrists and locking them behind his back. The action causes the boy to fall flat against your body, pushing him deeper inside you.

“Oh my god…”, you cry, covering your mouth again.

“You okay, princess? St-still with us?”

“Eddie, please. Don’t stop.”, you beg. He obliges, gripping Steve’s arms tightly as he slams his hips into his. Your own limbs cling to the boys as bite into his shoulder, muffling your scream as you cum.

You hold him tighter to you, threading your fingers in his hair as he keens into your neck and grunts loudly into your skin as he warms your insides with his release. Eddie follows a couple moments after, letting go of Steve’s wrists to wrap himself around to his chest as he thrusts his spend into the boy beneath him.

Panting, he gradually pulls out falling onto his back beside you both as he wipes the sweat from his face.

“Ow…”, you wince as Steve tries to do the same.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“No, no. Just… hang on a second.” You press your palm against his lower belly, guiding his movements till he’s fully out of your aching core. “You would think after being with you two and having two kids I wouldn’t get sore like this but…”

Steve softly grins as he sits beside you, wincing himself before pulling out the handcuffs he sat on.

“I like these. We should use more stuff like this.”

“Maybe you two can come with me next time and we can look around. I’m open to it.”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you as he rises to his feet and takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Steve slowly shuffles behind and helps you out of your outfit as the other boy get the bath ready.

All three of you exhale heavily as your skin hits the warm water.

“I had a good day today.”, Eddie grins as he carefully cleans your body.

“Me to. I wonder if Ro is going to inherit her brother’s event planning gene.”, Steve chuckles as he kisses your shoulder.

“Well, you two are really good with surprises to I’m sure she will.”, you smirk.

“Uh oh. I know that look.”, the metalhead tilts your chin up with his index finger. “Time for bathtub therapy?”

You scrunch your nose in his direction making him laugh. “Steve, have you, um, heard from your dad?”

“No and I’m fine with that. Wait, where did that come from?”

“I don’t know…on days like today sometimes my mind wonders and just like with little Edward Munson, I think about little Steven Harrington. I’m so glad your mom came around. I just wish your dad would stop being an asshole and see what we see.”

“Ah, so the follow up question was going to be if I’ve heard from my dad to?” You nod at Eddie’s question. “One of the things I love about you, sweetheart, is your optimism. It definitely grounds us especially me. You know sometimes I can be super cynical.” His grin grows when you giggle. “Now, Stevie, stop me if I’m wrong but we have a family here; two gorgeous kids and you. We’re both finally working jobs we enjoy and love being able to see Ro and Dylan experience things that we didn’t get to. Why would we want to bring our dads into that especially if they don’t want to change or accept us?”

“Aw, honey, our little metalhead is growing up.”, Steve responds sarcastically as he reaches out to playfully pinch Eddie’s cheeks. “He’s right. I don’t want to hear my father’s opinion on me teaching or, hell, even what he’d say about Dylan. Baby, he had a problem with you changing your name. Imagine what he’d say if he found our son will to.”

“Yeah…my mother is probably going to pitch a fit when she finds out.”

“Well, when your mom stops being insane, we’ll take her opinions under advisement.”

“Geez, Ed. Tell me how you really feel.”, you giggle as you splash water in his direction. “How would you dad feel about us? I know Wayne doesn’t care and your mom didn’t seem too either. Then again, she was more focused on herself…”

He gently kisses your forehead before rising from the tub and reaching for your hands to pull you up as well.

“My dad…wouldn’t care exactly. He would probably have something to say about me and Steve though…”, Eddie eyes remained down cast as he dried you off and then himself before handing the other boy the towel. “He would think he’s being funny but…”, he breathily laughs as he yanks a shirt over your head. You follow him as he goes on the hunt for some shorts.

“Honestly, I would be more worried about the stuff he would bring into the house. He was constantly stealing things and bringing them home to my mom as ‘gifts’. Wayne said he would steal valuables from his trailer. I image he would take a lot of the stuff we have here. I, um…”, he rubs the back of his neck as he climbs on the bed. “I would also be worried about Dylan. I know he’s a smart kid! Don’t get me wrong but sometimes my dad had a way of talking that would make you think you were doing something innocent and then next thing you know you’re in the passenger’s seat next to him going 80 down a highway as the cops try and catch him for grand theft auto.”

You pull him into hug as you kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Eddie kisses you back before making you laugh as he places obnoxiously loud pecks along your face. “No reason to be sorry.”

He tucks you into bed, crawling under the covers with you as Steve bounces in behind you. You and the metalhead talk casually as the other boy occasionally chimes in, his eyes focused on his phone in front of him. After a while, you fall asleep, curled into Eddie’s chest.

“Hey.”, he reached over to lightly smack his arm. “What are you reading so intently over there?”

“Nothing.”, Steve smiles. “Just looking up something and doing some math.”

“Is it a big secret? You know if it’s for Y/N you have to clue me in.”

“Calm down. I’m just…thinking.”

“About?”

“Today and the kids. About how big they are both getting…”

“Aw. Is Stevie getting sentimental?”

“Shut up.”, he giggles. Eddie grins as he rolls over to turn off his bed side lamp and wrap his arms around you.

“I do miss Aurora being a baby. Kind of makes you want another one, ya know?”

“Do you mean that? Would you want another kid?”

“Yeah, sure, one day.”

Steve sighs as he watches Eddie’s eyes drift closed, closing out of the notes he had made on his phone titled “Baby #3: Expenses (Can we afford it right now?)”, and placing his device next to the bed. As he turns off the lights, he snuggles up behind you, reaching over to rest his arm across both your hips.

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🍁˖࿐ Artist! S/O - Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Sae

╰┈➤Hcs of them with an Artistic S/O!! Genre: Fluff and crack Gn!reader or Any gender Warnings: Swearing, Not proof read bcs im lazy, idk wat else but lmk if theres anything else Waiter's Note: OH LOOK WHO FINALLY PULLED THIS OUTTA THEIR DRAFTS AFTER A WHOLE ASS 5 MONTHS LMAOO I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY <33 Reqs Open as usual!! Masterlists

Now Playing: An Art Gallery Could Never Be As Unique As You

Very VERY VERYYYY fascinated on what you do, he thinks it's really cool

He canonly likes art too so let him join in!!

Draw him in any way like even a small doodle and he WILL COMBUST

He decorated his wall infront of his desk with your drawings and doodles, other things like custom keychains, origami, glass paintings are on his desk so he can see it everyday when he wakes up 🥹🥹

Study dates with you two often end up in drawing-cuddling sessions

Starting with studying so you can both pass your exams to you two beside eachother, legs tangled under the kotatsu table while you both lay on your stomachs, drawing whatever you felt like drawing 🫶

Let's just hope that you both pass your exams 😭😭

When you have art block or you feel stressed, he offers to take you out to a walk (yk he loves those esp with you)

It may seem kinda annoying at first but trust me, it does WONDERS

YOUR WORKS ARE DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THE ISAGI HOUSEHOLD ✨

His parents like your creations too but they ALWAYS remind you whenever you come over that it's okay to take breaks and do other things 🥹💖

He's not rich by all means, but he's willing to spend his money to get you supplies u want

When he got the letter for blue lock, you both agreed to meet at a park at night and you talked things through, promising to work hard and improve while you both are separated

Whenever the topic of art or s/o comes in, he just ends up talking everyones ear off in blue lock and the question was just from a truth or dare game😭

Whether or not you got recognized for your art and got more commissions/promotions or quit art to start something new that interests you, he's supportive just as you are for him 🫶

HE LOVES ART, AND YOUR AN ARTIST?? MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Introduces you to his mom <33 you both share tips and tricks and now she's like your teacher ITS SO CUTE

But Meguru gets pretty pouty if you just sit there beside his mom talking about art related things all day 😭

If you let him lay down on your lap and give him occasional kisses then he'll be able to sit still for a while longer

You gave him a bee-themed soccer ball you painted once and he ALWAYS has it on his bed so he can fall asleep hugging it 🥹

He doesn't play with it tho, atleast not outdoors bcs he doesn't wanna ruin it 😭💖

Painting with him and his mom if she isn't busy!!

He always plays around and puts paint on your face, his mom scolds him for it LMAOO

Don't take him to art museums pls 😭😭 HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE WAS IN THE LIGHT NOVEL?? you both would get in trouble just because he was bored 💀

BRAGS TO EVERYONE AND ANYONE IN BLUE LOCK ABOUT YOU THAT THEY LITERALLY KNOW YOU AND EVERY SINGLE ART PIECE YOU HAVE DONE BEFORE EVEN MEETING YOU OR SEEING THEM 💀💀😭

Has tried to eat paint before 🧍‍♂️Much worse if you paint food then bro might try it again 💀💀💀

You sit on a bench nearby and draw while he practices, it's relaxing, just watch out for the ball 😭💀

Oh boy

Id say for a FACT that you were broke until you started dating him unless you have really cheap materials or you're just really good at saving

Yk how art materials and art school is so ridiculously expensive?? Well, your LOVELY boyfriend here has it all covered

Mans literally already bought a whole art shop 💀

Its not like it's anything new *looks at art big art studio*

PLEASE get a frying pan and smack some sense into this man's head bcs he was just about to buy his way into getting your art showcased in an art gallery/convention

He might, MIGHT stop if you use his own words against him. Like the whole 'i want to carve my own future' thing

Lets be fr, he won't stop, the most he could do is stop bribing his way to get your art showcased

Bby supports you alot tho :((

He just admires how much effort you're able to put in each work

When art block kicks in, he'll take you to go to expensive art galleries or to wherever the Mona Lisa is currently being showcased at

Just drag him out and tell him u wanna learn soccer 😭 it's honestly more fun than roaming around an art gallery

Paint him with his parents and they'll already start planning your marriage 💀😭

Bro when collage comes along, then your tuition fees and apartment bills are already paid like??? I wonder how 🤔

PLS DRAW HIM AND SHOW HIM THAT THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO EXPRESS LOVE OTHER THAN MONEY SPENDING BCS HE'LL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WITH ALL THE TIME, EFFORT AND SKILL YOU PUT IN

He DEFINITELY frames all the drawings/paintings you give him. No buts

Let's be fr, he probably has a room in his house filled with your creations 🧍‍♂️

I'm pretty sure that blue lock allows anything to be brought unless it's a phone or something (because they'll have to earn it back) so Reo brought this photo album/journal decorated by you and/or your drawings

AND YK THOSE MINI PRINTERS??? HE BROUGHT ONE TOO SO WHENEVER YOU SEND A NEW ARTWORK, HE PRINTS IT 😭😭

Talks Nagi's ear off every time 💀

Supportive bank in general 👍 jkjk pls don't use him just for money or I will come for your eyeballs 🤗

Sae is pretty chill compared to his hardcore emo brother like did you see that one panel where he wanted to go home in the middle of a game while applying lotion???

He doesn't seem like the type to check social media often too so I hc that he draws after practices when he gets home to cool down for the night yk

I can definitely see him drawing his favorite characters from Chibi Maruko-chan whenever he feels stressed or has a bad day because of his stupid teammates who play like headless chickens 🙄(his words not mine)

So like when YOU came in, it's like he's surrounded by comfort when you two draw in silence while listening to your shared playlist 🌼

drawing fanarts for him that you wanna show off to everyone since he's beautiful and he's even more beautiful in your artstyle <33

he doesnt know about it tho because thats too embarrassing

rin follows you on that account with his private acc LMAOOOOOO

LISTEN. IMAGINE DRAWING HIM WITH HIS YEE YEE LOOKIN ASS BANGS AND TEASING HIM ABOUT IT HAHAHSHAHA

you secretly sent one to Rin for funsies once and he sent you a pic of Sae when he was young back, now you both have this sketchy deal thing going on that Sae doesnt know SHIT about

dw tho, both your mouths are sealed because now you got Rin to approve of you

If you live with him abroad, then your apartment/house is FILLED with notes/drawings/sketches/paintings/origamis, etc. im not exaggerating at ALL.

Imagine those cute and decorated fridges but make it the ENTIRE house

You both just slap some sticky note on walls, tables, chairs, cabinets, shelves, counters and draw on it,and neither of you clean them up, you just leave it there 😭😭

it comes off when it comes off ig 🤷

If you dont live with him abroad, then you guys have a minecraft server you both share thats literally FILLED with builds. Somehow, Sae's RIDICULOUSLY fast at learning these things and now hes an architect 🧍‍♂️

Also those cooperative drawing websites/games?? yeah, you both have them OFTEN, like, every night other than when hes like SUPER tired

just stick to screenshoting him and drawing on his face

He buys you anything you need/want too and theres basically no stopping him 🤷🤷

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youcouldmakealife · 11 months

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SOTM: David/Jake; bilateral move

For the prompt: Jake pov marriage and kids discussion - I know he loves David but how does he feel seeing as he would want these things and his partner doesn’t AND

Companion piece to this.

Jake likes kids. A lot. Has liked them since he was a kid himself, always happy to look out for the littler ones, maybe because he was the baby in his own family, Allie and Nat bouncing between treating him like he was a doll and telling him he was too young to join whatever they were doing, quit bugging them.

He likes kids, and he's always wanted them, has for as long as he can remember. Wanted the same kind of family he had, the only thing missing from their happy family in the suburbs picture a dog, because dad was allergic to them.

Some things have changed — he figured he’d have a wife at the beginning, and then he didn’t know, and then it was David. Not ‘a wife’ or ‘a husband’, but David, because David's been it for him since he clapped eyes on him, pretty much. Maybe not that quick, but close.

After that, any daydreams about what the future looked like always included David, and that meant no suburban picket fence with three kids and a dog, meant no proposing at center ice, no matter how sick that would be. And definitely, definitely no romantic gold medal or Stanley Cup or anything. The daydreams stopped sometime around the point where David even looking him in the eye was asking for too much, started to again when they got back together, but at that point they were mostly daydreaming about what they’d do during the offseason, closer, more realistic.

Around twenty-seven or so he quit thinking about the picket fence for good, not because he grew out of it, but because he knew that the things he was thinking about, they weren’t things David wanted. And not just things David didn’t want: increasingly he was realizing that his idle fantasies were David’s worst nightmares.

The thing is, Jake retired wearing the exact same jersey he got drafted in, redesign aside. And he’s proud of that. He was never going to win a Cup with the Panthers, not when his career was winding down and the Panthers were going into their second and a half rebuild, the furthest he'd ever gotten with them the second round.

Talking with management before signing yet another one year contract, they said nobody would blame him if he wanted go somewhere else, roll the dice a time or two. But Florida had been home since he was a teenager, Jake had worn that jersey season after season, been proud to wear it, proud of the guys who did — even when they sucked, they were working their asses off, every single night, they were trying.

Jake wanted to retire in that jersey, and not the way Joe did, signing a one day contract to do it, though fuck knows he didn't hold it against him, was just happy to be a part of the ceremony when Joe did retire, because he missed the hell out of him when he was hunting for a Cup his final few seasons, just happy to see him in red and blue again. Proud, but a little envious when Joe's gamble paid off in his final year.

But then, Jake wouldn't take back staying a Panther for anything, not even a Cup. He doesn't regret a single thing. Joe won gambling on a game Jake wasn't willing to play — it'd be like being jealous of someone else winning the lottery when you never ever bought a ticket.

Not that David's a prize. And not that he’s something Jake’s staying loyal to because it’s been so long that it just makes sense to. Jake says he wouldn't have given up being a Panther for anything, but that's not true. If he'd had a shot to play with David, a real chance to play on a line with him, see just how good they are together, not in a camp or an All-Star game or tooling around on a rink in suburban Detroit, he thinks he might have. In fact, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have let them get the entire question out before he said okay.

And that doesn't make sticking with the Panthers any less meaningful. He did stick with them, after all. But there’s hockey, and there’s David, and he knows which is more important, and fuck knows both together would have been a no brainer decision,

It didn’t work out that way, unfortunately. Not that Jake has regrets, because he doesn’t, doesn’t see the point in having them, but that’s one of the things he knows has passed him by. By the time he hits forty, he knows the marriage and kids thing is too. Thinks he knew that a long time before that — at twenty-seven, changing the daydreams, at twenty-five, welcoming David back with two open arms then holding on tight, stunned with how lucky he was. Maybe even at nineteen, kissing David back, feeling like all his dreams just came true, not knowing that they were going to change along the way.

David sitting him down, letting him know that kids aren’t a thing he wants, that isn’t news for him — he doesn’t think David’s right about himself, thinks David would be a good parent, that he’d work hard at it like he’s worked hard at everything he cares about, and he’d care so fucking much. But Jake’s well aware that this isn’t the kind of subject where reasoning beats out emotions, and, whether or not David would make a good father doesn’t actually matter, because he doesn’t want to be one.

The worst thing is that the only reason this comes up is Jake thought he was being helpful. David hates talking about it, visibly freezes up when the topic comes up, so Jake always says something noncommittal and changes the subject as quickly as possible.

He thought that was the kindest thing he could do, but maybe it isn’t, maybe it just made David suffer for longer. Jake hadn’t known he was suffering at all, but the way David’s talking, somewhere between hesitant and frantic, talking like this is something he expects Jake to hold against him, something he expects Jake to leave him for —

“David,” Jake says. David looks up, meeting his eye for less than a second before he ducks his head, like he’s ashamed. Or — no. Like he’s scared. Like he’s terrified. He looks down at his hands, and when Jake looks at them too, that’s when he finally notices they’re shaking.

“I’ve been gone for you since we were eighteen years old,” Jake says softly. “What did you think was going to happen here?”

“I don’t know,” David says, very quietly, and it’s that, the smallness, that breaks Jake’s heart.

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lets-all-calm-down-a-bit · 10 months

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More style parenting headcannons pls!! And your hcs of their kids’ personalities

OH MY GOD YES OF COURSE!!!!! (I love sharing my hcs so I'm always open to ask about that stuff)

So according to some random reddit post I saw, matt stone says the kids' names are Mordecai and Celine. I love this because I hc that Stan uses nicknames for the kids, and Mordecai frequently gets shortened to "kai." this leads to endless hilarious misunderstandings when both Kyle and Mordecai are in the same room with Stan.

Stan: "Hey Ky, are we out of coffee grounds again? I need to know whether to pick some up at the store today."

Mordecai: "Pa I don't drink coffee."

Stan: "Other ky, kiddo."

Mordecai: "THERE'S ANOTHER ONE?!?!?!" (words of a child that thinks their dad's name is dad)

In terms of the kid's personalities, I think Celine has adopted Stan's big heart, but Kyle's tendency to be an angry little shit. She causes havoc. She is the definition of "terrible twos," only she's five. She bites, kicks, and is the one kid who will bark and chase you at recess if you want to spice up that game of tag.

Mordecai on the other hand is a little more level-headed. He got Kyle's analytical and moral nature, but is drawn to the arts like Stan. Despite him being the older and more mature of the two, that doesn't stop him from also getting into some shit he shouldn't. He's curious by nature, so he often gets into things he can't get out of. He's ten, so he and Celine have the same age difference as Kyle and Ike. This leads to many instances of Celine being kicked like a little angry football. Ike can sympathize, so when he comes to visit from Canada on holidays, he shoots Celine little winks and gives her hard candies when she bites her brother.

Stan hates discipline, so that usually falls into Kyle's hands. He tries way too hard to be a good parent because he doesn't want to end up like Randy, even though he doesn't need to. He loves his kids to pieces, but that sometimes makes him a little overprotective. He doesn't want to seem uncaring to his kids, so he always tries to find new ways to bond with them. He was the one who instituted family board game and movie night, and he gets up early to make them breakfast every morning he can. He doesn't cuss around the kids, and he "scolds" Kyle when he slips up every once in a while, though it's not often.

Kyle is like Sheila number 2. He is aware of this and hates it. He has developed many of her mannerisms as he got older, and still cringes when he catches himself. Sometimes if he's getting riled up about something on the news or some shit that happened at work, he'll accidentally slip up and let out a curse word around the kids. This is more funny to the kids than anything, because Stan gets so worked up about it that it's really entertaining. I will specify that cuss words have never EVER been directed at the kids or used with them in conversation. It almost always happens when Kyle is reading about some stupid law being passed or new person in government, and is ranting to Stan about the "utter hilarity of the current political climate." This is how Celine learned the word bastard, and, much to Stan's dismay, will NOT stop using it. Mordecai thinks it's hilarious. Kyle is just embarrassed.

Everyone helps out around the house equally, and per Mordecai's request, Kyle drafted a chore chart that they've been using for at least 2 years now. (Mordecai was tired of Celine lying and saying it was his turn to do the dishes)

Stan falls asleep on the couch a lot, and most times, slowly the whole family will end up compiling on top of him in a puppy dog pile.

Kyle gives the kids piggyback rides way past when he physically can. 12-year-old Mordecai will still get piggyback rides around the zoo because Kyle can't say no to those puppy eyes. His back hates him for it.

Stan play fights with the kids, and it usually ends with him rolling around on the carpet laughing as two kids violently attempt to maul their father. Kyle usually jumps in before they succeed, but he makes it worse because he initiates the most aggressive tickle-fights known to man.

Ok, these are my two cents :3!! I will post more if you would like, but this post is huge so I'm gonna cut it off for now.

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~ Heat of the Moment ~

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Best friends to lovers. An unexpected drunken kiss has the potential to change everything - was it just the beer, or did Eddie actually mean it? CW: Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, swearing, kissing, mainly fluff with a hint of angst. Words: 5K

Coming out of inactivity to post some bonus fluff that’s been sat in my drafts, for all you drunk Eddie lovers out there. Happy holidays x

MASTERLIST

***

“Give me one good reason why we can’t just stay in and watch a movie”

You stare expectantly at Eddie, arms folded as you block the doorway to your dorm room. He simply rolls his eyes and shakes his head, choosing to ignore your blatant show of stubbornness. “Because you’ll enjoy it? Now if you’d just let me in…” he insists, making an attempt at moving past you.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” you shoot back, not budging an inch. “Why would I enjoy a high school party?”

“Because I’ll be there” he replies, leaning casually against the door frame. His calm demeanour is beginning to infuriate you; he knows you well enough to know you’ll give in to him eventually, and though you hate to admit it, you know this too.

Despite being at college whilst he’s stuck repeating senior year, you rarely go a week without seeing each other. The standoff you’re currently in is nothing new; in fact, it’s almost a ritual you play out every time Eddie decides he wants your company.

Which is often.

All he has to do is play it cool, flash that disarming smile and wait for your resolve to crumble. He has you wrapped around his finger and he knows it.

Still, it won’t stop you from trying to drag this out for as long as possible. “Look at me, Eds. Do I look like I’m in the mood for a party?

“A pyjama party maybe” he smirks, eyeing your choice of outfit.

“Pyjamas mean I’m in for the night” you state, and he sighs.

“Off you go”

“What?”

“Go and get dressed”

“Not happening” you retort, trying to ignore the intense eye contact he’s serving you right now.

You wait for him to come back with a smart remark or a sound piece of logic, but he simply continues to stare, eyebrows raised and a smile playing across his lips.

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

Still nothing. Just a cool, patient stare that holds your gaze in a way that stirs up something in the back of your mind, something that you choose to ignore this time and every other time he plays this game.

The longer he stares, the thicker the tension grows. You cross your arms tighter across your chest, caging in any questionable feelings that threaten to surface. Not a good idea, you tell yourself.

Not with Eddie.

“Give up, Munson. I’m not coming and that’s final”

***

Twenty minutes later you’re sat in the passenger seat of his van, scowling out of the window as he drives. Every so often Eddie glances over at you, a victorious smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“You scrub up well” he murmurs suddenly, and you look down at the outfit he’d given you five minutes to pick out and put on.

You roll your eyes. “Don't try and butter me up”.

“No, it’s true. You're looking good” he counters, no trace of teasing or sarcasm in his voice - he means it.

You shuffle down further in your seat, turning your face away to avoid looking at him. “Thanks, Eds” you mutter indistinctly, and Eddie grins.

“Any time”.

***

An hour or so after arriving, you realise that your earlier reservations had been correct; high school parties just aren’t as fun when you’re a college student.

Still, Eddie seems to be having a great time. Over the past year he’s managed to find more and more of his own people, finally breaking out of his reject status and gaining a well-deserved amount of attention for Corroded Coffin. You’re endlessly happy for him, softening some of the guilt you’d felt at more or less abandoning him when you moved on.

What you’re feeling right now, though, is very out of place. Perhaps it’s just your own insecurities, but sometimes you swear you can see people looking at you with thinly veiled confusion. How can you, a college student, fit into his life?

The last question is one that has been playing on your mind uncomfortably often in recent months. You feel guilty for even thinking it, knowing that your friendship hasn’t changed at all since you left for college. It’s stupid, you tell yourself, in a bid to squash your negative thoughts back into the locked box they belong in.

It’s the same box which holds other thoughts about Eddie, ones which aren’t so negative.

Ones which enter your mind as you watch him from across the room, laughing and joking with a group of young metalheads who’ve already had a few beers too many. He stands tall and confident, a hand brushing idly through his messy hair. It’s a force of habit that he can’t seem to stop himself from doing, an idiosyncrasy that you love to tease him about.

You smile as you watch him, thoughts drifting back to a recent afternoon you and Eddie had spent together.

“Ten times in as many minutes”

Eddie looks over at you from his position on the couch, nose crinkled up in confusion. “What are you on about?

“That little hair thing you do, I’ve been counting. It’s like…”

You run a hand through your hair, flicking your head back to mimic his gesture with the addition of an over-exaggerated pout.

“I do not make that face” he protests, only to earn more hair flicking and preening from you as you stroll around your living room.

“Oh hey there, I’m Eddie” Flick. “Don’t mind me, I’m just…” Flick. “Making sure everything looks…” Flick. “Perfect!” Flick.

“I’ve never said that in my life” Eddie scoffs, watching your performance with frustrated bemusement.

You run a hand through your hair again, stopping briefly in front of the mirror to admire yourself. “Do I look metal enough?” you ask, flashing him a teasing smile over your shoulder.

“Come on now” he warns playfully, “Don’t make me have to come over there and stop you”

But you’re enjoying yourself too much to stop, only spurred on by his warning. “Look at my curls, aren’t they luscious? It takes effort to have hair this spectacular” you continue, as he pushes himself up onto his feet.

“That’s it, you’re done for”

You pick up the pace as he begins to follow you. “I’m Eddie Munson and I can’t even last sixty seconds without touching my hair”

“Brace yourself” he advises coolly, hardly having to make an effort to catch up. Still you persist, caught up the thrill of the moment… and besides, a big part of you wants him to catch you.

“I have the most beautiful hair in all of Hawkins!” you announce, seconds before his arms wrap around you from behind and pull you tight into his body. He wrestles you onto the sofa with ease, pinning you down into the cushions with his full weight.

“Jesus you’re strong” you manage to blurt out through your laughter, as he grins down at you.

“Damn right I am”.

You stare up at him as you try to get your breath back, neither of you moving from your tangled position. As your breathing calms, you became aware that you can feel his heartbeat through his chest. His breath is warm against your neck, his face mere inches away from yours, his knee between your thighs… and suddenly the playfulness of the moment shifts.

The room fills with an unfamiliar energy, one which both excites and scares you. It’s the second emotion that you feel the strongest, however, and the cautious part of your mind pushes through the fog and takes over.

“And you’re so heavy!” you exclaim, pushing a hand against his shoulder. In an instant, the tension is broken. Eddie springs off you as quickly as he can manage, stumbling a little as he gets to his feet. You sit upright, filled with a nervous energy. “I’m gonna grab a drink”.

*** You’re brought back to the present by the feeling of something coming to rest on your shoulder. Craning your neck to investigate, you discover that the object in question is, in fact, Eddie’s chin.

He grins tipsily at you, empty bottle in hand. “Hey” he says, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly, “How’s it going over here?”

You’ve been too caught up in your reminiscing to even notice his approach, and you hope the pang of embarrassment you suddenly feel isn’t obvious. “Having a pretty good night” you lie, and his face lights up at your words.

“Hell yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” He slurs, nudging your neck with his nose.

Eddie is already a pretty affectionate guy when sober, but Drunk Eddie always takes this to a whole new level. After a few beers you always find yourself on the receiving end of countless hugs and compliments, personal space becoming an alien concept to him.

“Seems like someone’s having a pretty good night too” you tease as you turn to face him, watching him sway a little as he tries to re-steady himself.

“Every night’s a good night when you’re around” he sighs, ruffling your hair with an uncoordinated hand.

“Looks like a few beers might have something to do with it too” you suggest, and he shakes his head vigorously.

“What are you talking about, I’ve only had one”.

“You liar!” You gasp, mock-accusingly.

Eddie slips his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, pressing his warm flushed cheek against yours. “Maybe more than one then, but who’s counting?”

“Clearly not you”

His face drops. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course I’m not mad at you, Eddie” you reassure him, nudging his shoulder gently with yours. “I’d be the same if I didn’t have class in the morning”

You feel his body relax into yours once again, and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Good, don’t want to make you mad. I’d hate it if you hated me”

You can’t help but laugh at the implausibility of his words. How could anyone ever hate Eddie, least of all you?

Hate is the opposite of what you feel for him, the voice at the back of your head chimes in unhelpfully.

You squash it back down into its box once again, choosing your words a little more carefully. “I’d never hate you, Eddie, you’re one of my best friends”

A look you don’t quite recognise crosses his face, the drunken glint in his eyes replaced with an unfamiliar seriousness. He opens his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by the arrival of a guy you recognise from another party a few weeks back. Eddie steps away from you to clap the guy on the shoulder, his fingertips brushing your hip as he withdraws.

“Hey, good to see you!” he exclaims, glancing back at you briefly as he launches into a friendly conversation with the new arrival. You stay and chat obligingly for a minute or so, but your mind is preoccupied. Excusing yourself politely, you step outside to get some much-needed fresh air.

The patio is still heaving with party goers, so you grab a beer from a cooler and keep walking until you set foot on the grass. It’s more peaceful here, though you can still hear the muffled sounds of the party even from this far away.

You sit cross-legged, back resting against a grassy slope as you try to push Eddie’s expression out of your mind. Clearly you’re just overthinking things. The boy is drunk, nothing he did merits any deeper reading than that. You knock back a considerable mouthful of your drink, grimacing at the acrid taste.

Why can’t you just enjoy yourself tonight? Eddie made all that effort to get you out to a great party and here you are, sitting alone like a loser. And why is it that you can’t seem to talk to him without joking or gently making fun of him? The nature of your friendship has always been playful, but recently it seems like nothing that comes out of your mouth around him is entirely genuine.

It’s a defence, the voice at the back of your head chimes in. You’re overcompensating.

It stops you from saying how you really feel.

God damnit. It’s getting harder and harder to keep these thoughts locked in their box, no matter how many times you shove them back down.

At the heart of the issue is one very plain fact:

You like Eddie as more than a friend.

Eddie sees you as a friend, a best friend at that, but apparently that’s no longer enough for you. It will have to be enough though, won't it? Your friendship is much too precious to risk derailing it with a few silly little feelings, and it just wouldn’t be fair to put that kind of pressure on Eddie anyway.

What does it matter that your heartbeat quickens every time he smiles at you?

What does it matter that ever single innocent compliment makes your cheeks heat up with an unstoppable rush of blood?

And what does it matter that every time he hugs you goodbye, you wish it had been a kiss?

None of it matters. You’ve kept your feelings hidden for this long, and hidden they must stay.

“Found you!”

You look up to see Eddie standing at the top of the slope, his expression triumphant. “What'ya doing all the way out here?” he asks, before plopping himself down beside you. He hasn’t sobered up at all since you’d last spoken. If anything, he’s even more drunk.

“Fancied some fresh air” you explain, watching as he pulls up a handful of grass and sprinkles it into your lap.

“Oh thanks, just what I wanted” you tell him, and he grins.

“Should come back inside,” he suggests, gently elbowing you in the ribs. “Kinda looks like you're hiding”.

You make a show of looking back at the party, and then sigh like you’ve just remembered something. “I should probably make a move actually, I have to be in class for half seven”.

“Aw, come on!”

Eddie leans into you, one arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you into a hug. “Wanted to party with you!” he slurs, eyes wide.

You can’t help but smile at the puppy dog expression he’s pulling, something he tries whenever things aren’t going his way. Doe-eyes wide and pleading, lips soft and pouting... it nearly always works on you, so you’re going to have to stay strong if you’re going to leave any time soon.

“We can party together another time” you assure him, which doesn’t seem to make a difference.

“Won't enjoy myself if you’re gone” he grumbles, pouting exaggeratedly.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, Mr Popular”.

“You've enjoyed it though, right?” he asks suddenly, genuinely concerned. “I kinda dragged you out, but -”

“I’ve had a great time, I’m glad you dragged me out” you insist. Another lie, to save his feelings.

“So you don’t hate me?”

You frown at him, intrigued as to why he seems so hung up on this tonight. “Why do you think I hate you? Like I said, you’re one of my best friends”

“Oh, friends!”

Eddie rolls his eyes dramatically, throwing his head back in drunken disdain. “Frieeeeends,” he repeats, dragging the word out as long as possible. You stare at him in confusion, wondering just how much more he’s had to drink.

“Are you okay?” you ask, shuffling round to face him properly. This level of Drunk Eddie isn’t one you’re familiar with, and you're not sure what to make of it.

He laughs bitterly. “Why wouldn't I be! We’re friends!”

“Why do you keep saying it like that?”

He ignores this, swaying away from you to rest against the slope. He folds his arms across his chest, staring up at the sky with an indignant expression on his face.

“Eddie? Talk to me, I don’t get it” you implore, and he snaps round to face you. His expression changes from indignant to serious, his molten gaze focused on your face. He stares intently at you as he sits up straighter and swallows hard.

“Fuck friends” he whispers back, his eyes dark and his brow furrowed. And again, with more certainty, “Fuck friends”.

His hand comes up to caress your cheek, before he leans in slowly. He pauses just inches away from your face, those deep brown eyes staring into your own as if searching for objections.

Entirely hypnotised by his touch, you have none.

His expression softens entirely when he realises this, and he closes the gap between you with his lips pressed softly against yours.

It’s gentle at first, cautious even, but it soon deepens as he feels you kiss him back. He kisses you with passionate enthusiasm, leaning into you as he lets himself be swept up in the moment.

This is a moment you’ve hardly dared to dream about, and finally it’s happening. Eddie is kissing you. What does it matter that he’s drunk and… he’s…

Eddie is very drunk.

You can taste the alcohol on his lips, a sharp reminder that he isn’t altogether lucid right now. One drink alone has blurred the edges of your mind, and who knows how many he’s indulged in?

Eddie is kissing you, but…

No.

This isn’t how you want it to happen.

Your eyes snap open as you part from him suddenly, heart beating rapidly. He moves with you, his body swaying forwards as a soft sigh leaves his lips. You place a hand firmly on his shoulder, holding him up before he can fall into you entirely. “Eddie, I –“

“Hey Eddie! You out here?”

The voice comes from the direction of the patio, and the pair of you crane your necks to see above the slope. “Down here!” Eddie yells back, his slurred speech confirming everything you’re thinking.

He turns back to grin at you, a hand reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind your ear. “I’ll be right back for you” he mumbles softly, before staggering to his feet. You can only stare mutely up at him as he stumbles away, tripping over the uneven ground.

For a moment you sit in silence.

That kiss… it had felt so right, so electric, until you’d let overthinking get in the way.

But maybe you aren’t overthinking. Eddie is undeniably drunk, so how can you possibly know if the kiss had been sincere on his part? He’s always been an affectionate drunk, and maybe this is just an extra, accidental step in that direction.

Maybe he hadn’t known what he was doing at all.

Maybe it was a mistake.

It has to be a mistake.

This is all wrong. You pull yourself to your feet and walk back into the house, hoping for some kind of distraction. More chatting, more dancing, less thinking - that sounds like a good plan.

It even works for a while, an hour or so passing as you surround yourself with strangers and do your best impression of someone enjoying a party.

You're always keeping one eye out for Eddie, though.

You just can’t face him right now. What would you even say? You can’t pretend that everything is okay, but you can’t have a serious conversation with him either.

Maybe you could just... leave?

Chances are he’s so drunk that he’ll forget you were there. Hopefully he’s so drunk that he’ll forget you’d ever been there.

Forget that he’d kissed you.

Yeah, leaving sounds really good right now. All you need to do is catch a ride home and you're in the clear.

It's only when you find yourself out on the street that you remember Eddie is your ride home.

Shit.

He's clearly not in any state to be behind the wheel, that's for sure. This isn't the first time he's been too drunk to drive, but usually he just tosses you his keys and lets you take the driver's seat. That option is looking like your best shot at getting home tonight, but a knot in the pit of your stomach stops you from just heading in and making it happen.

The thought of being stuck in the van with a still drunk and totally clueless Eddie is unbearable. He was so soft, so happy when he left you - and here you are, tense and confused and barely thinking straight. No, you can't deal with that right now.

It's too far to walk, though, and you don't know anyone else here. There's no chance of finding a cab in this part of town either; yeah, you're not going anywhere.

You're just gonna have to wait.

Maybe this is a good thing. You need a little space to cool off, and perhaps by the time Eddie emerges you'll have processed things enough to have normal conversation. Yeah, this is good.

This is great.

At least it's not cold, right? And there's a bench over there you can sit on whilst you wait for god knows how long, kept company only by your racing thoughts and the faint taste of his lips still lingering on yours...

Fucking hell.

Resigned to your fate, you settle onto the bench with your arms folded tight across your chest. The longer you have to wait, the longer you have until you need to face him again.

***

It's hard to tell how much time passes as you sit and watch the world go by, but a fair amount of partygoers have left already when you hear a familiar voice calling your name. You find yourself looking up without thinking, heart jumping in your chest when your eyes land on him.

The first thing you notice is how sober Eddie looks in comparison to a few hours ago. No swaying, no stumbling, no giddy grin on his face. Just a look of relief and a steady gait as he approaches, hand shoved deep in pockets.

Eddie slides casually onto the bench beside you, letting his knee knock gently into yours. “Hello, you” he says softly, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. And then, after a moment’s pause – “I think we need to talk”.

Your chest tightens. “What about?” you ask nonchalantly, watching as Eddie pushes a stray curl out of his face.

“You don’t have to pretend” he sighs, rubbing his cheek. His gaze drops, and he stares down at the ground for a moment. You don’t try to fill the silence, unable to find the right words.

Suddenly he’s staring directly at you again, his wide eyes filled with the same seriousness you’d seen earlier. “I didn’t want this” he begins, a troubled frown creasing his brow. “I just thought… but…”

You watched as he trails off, realising that this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “Eddie, I –“

“I shouldn’t have kissed you”

The words hang in the air as you stare mutely at him, hardly wanting to believe your ears. This is the type of scene your imagination produces in your darkest moments of self-doubt, but this is real.

Eddie had spoken those words and he meant them.

The certainty in his voice ensures that you’re under no illusion: He regrets the kiss entirely.

He can barely look at you, head turned away and shoulders hunched.

You will yourself to say something, anything, to make this a little easier. The tension thickens unbearably and finally you open your mouth to speak, hoping that the words will just form themselves. They don’t have to – Eddie finds his words first.

“I fucked up”

He clenches his fists, avoiding your gaze as he looks down at the table. “I’m sorry I ruined this. I’m sorry I got drunk and I’m sorry I acted like an idiot and I’m sorry I kissed you. I was so… stupid” he continues, jaw set and shoulders hunched.

You stare at him in disbelief.

“Eddie, you didn’t ruin any-“

“Yes, I did. You left without saying goodbye and now you're sat out here all by yourself? I really fucked up and I’m so sorry –“

“Stop saying that!” you protest, his constant apologies only making you feel worse. You aren’t angry at him, you’re angry at yourself. If only he knew how you really feel, but you can hardly tell him now when he seems to regret kissing you so much. It will only make this worse.

Eddie rubs a hand across his face, swallowing hard “Can’t believe I thought it was a good idea. One drink would’ve been fine, fuck, even two, but no. Fucking stupid idiot had to overdo it”.

He laughs bitterly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe I thought you felt the same”.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Did he just… does he mean…

Wait.

This isn’t what you’d thought it was at all. Your heart begins to race, sitting up straighter as a swell of adrenalin rushes through your bloodstream.

You’ve got it all wrong, and so has he.

Eddie is doing exactly what you always do, letting his negative thoughts take over until he’s blinded to any other scenario. He hasn’t even heard your opinion and yet he’s assumed the worst.

Your mind races as you think of the right words to say. If this is what you now realise it has to be, you need to stop him.

You need to make this right.

Eddie lets out a deep sigh, not noticing your sudden change in demeanour. “Our friendship is so fucking important and it was dumb of me to ruin that. I didn't wanna make you hate me but –“

“I don’t hate you. I love you”.

Eddie looks up at you for the first time, his eyes wild and his lips parted. You stand as you continue to speak, the words bursting free in a rush of emotion.

“I wanted you to kiss me! I kissed you back, Eddie, don’t you remember? But then I remembered you were drunk, so I thought maybe you didn’t mean it and I couldn’t deal with that. That’s why I left. But if you did mean it and we’re on the same page here I need you to tell me because I’m going to feel really stupid if I’ve just –“

“You love me?” he interrupts, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yes,” you reply, “I’m in love you”.

There’s a moment of silence as the two of you stare at each other. You’ve made your move, and now it’s all down to him.

There’s a different tension in the air, filled with potential and fear and relief and everything in between. Your heart is beating so loud you’re sure he can hear it, but you hardly care.

Slowly, Eddie stands, drawing his lip between his teeth as he takes a few steps towards you. "You love me?"

You can only nod, afraid that the slightest word will shatter this delicate moment.

"Shit" he breathes, "This is really happening".

Eddie stares at you in wonder for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on yours as he lets the sweet reality of the situation fully soak in. “Fuck, I love you too” he says, “I’m in love with you".

He nods to himself, a gentle smile playing across his lips as he takes another step towards you. “I’m in love with you” he repeats, the smile broadening until it lights up his whole face.

His beautiful, beautiful face.

“And you’re in love with me”.

He closes the distance between the two of you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he stares deeply into your eyes. All you can do is smile back, as everything falls into place.

“How long?” he asks softly, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“Years, probably” you tell him, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Years… I could’ve been telling you I loved you for years.”

Eddie moves in closer, his face inches from yours. “I love you,” he whispers, his eyes full of tenderness and conviction. “I just... it feels so good to say it, y'know? I love you, I love you”.

His other hand comes up to rest on your waist, pulling you even closer until your bodies are flush against each other. He tilts your chin gently, letting his lips brush softly against yours as he speaks; “I Love You”

And with that, he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, as the pair of you savour every second of it. Quickly, though, it heats up, his lips moving hungrily against your own and conveying all the deep emotion he’s kept locked up.

It’s nothing like the kiss you’ve previously shared; where that had been rushed and uncoordinated, this is deliberate and refined and oh so perfect. It feels natural, so right, your hands moving up to lace themselves in his hair as his fingers stroke soft circles against your hip.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing for, and you don’t care. Eddie loves you, and you love him, and that is all that matters.

When your lips finally part, Eddie pulls you down onto the bench and holds you against his chest. He laughs gently to himself, tucking your head into the crook of his neck “Oh, sweetheart. We have so much lost time to make up for”

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