#and that pays his rent by doing shows for the guests or helping in the kitchen or generally just helping around

[starpros-sunshine]

OK FOLLOWING UP ON THE BARD THING i think eichi definitely invited wataru to perform at a noble party before. because they'd usually have musicians and so? so ok picture this. it's eichi's birthday so his parents want him to hold a ball and he usually thinks those are annoying but then he gets an idea. make it a masquerade (for the drama). invite wataru as both a performer And his partner for the ball. he's an actor! and everyone is of course impressed by wataru's performance but they're even more impressed because the always polite but unreachable tenshouin heir is expertly dancing with a masked stranger (i love the fact that eichi's specialty in his profile is ballroom dancing). and then they're annoying and overdramatic in public together but no one can figure out Who That Is

and also i know you said that shu was a tailor but i think it would be funny if he also were a noble (his family is also of high standing in canon i think) so he can be there to judge eichi. harshly. i havent figures out yet how to make him besties w wataru but ! it can work

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This got soooo long again so this is once more put under read more I am so sorry

The idea with the Masquerade comes up while Eichi complains to Wataru about his parents pretty much forcing him to throw a ball for his upcoming birthday (they already planned the whole thing and didn't reallly give him a choice in the matter) and how much of a hassle he thinks that is because of all the superficial politeness between people that everyone knows are gossipping about each other behind each others backs and how sick he is of the pretending to be well acquainted with these people he's talked to maybe once or twice and all the ladies that wish to dance with him and that want to suck up to him because of his families wealth and how really this is all just one big farce to "save face". So Wataru suggests "why not make it a masquerade ball" to spice things up a little bit maybe, take some of the stiffness out of it. And Eichi says he wants to invite Wataru because what's a public event without proper entertainment? Wataru agrees of course and they come up with all of these overly grandiose ideas and scenarios (most of them are utterly absurd. One they genuinely consider involves Wataru pretending to kidnap Eichi and causing a scandal (Eichi woud miraculously reappear the next day and they'd gaslight everyone into thinking that never even happened and all the people are just imagining things)).

Wataru mentions that he'll be gone for an evening to play at the noble's ball to the elderly inn-keeper couple over dinner and they make a really big fuss about it and tell him to dress nicely and to watch his manners because "Remember, you can't just drop from the ceiling with those high society people like we let you do it here they're very sensitive about manners you have to make sure to watch your manners!" and for a minute he wonders how it got to the point that his landlords started to treat him like they personally picked him up from the street when he was a child.

I like to think he met Shu when he was out on the street doing a little street performance to earn some extra money for himself and Shu, the way that he is, came by, looked him up and down, and then started a conversation with him about music as an art form and that somehow turned into a philosophical discussion and at the end of that they each went their own ways with the knowledge that there was a new friendship formed that day.

And maybe he's the one that sews Watarus clothes for the ball because if you spent most of your life as a traveling bard living hand to mouth from your music you won't really have the money for fancy clothes (Eichi still insists on paying for Wataru here because he wouldn't need to spend so much money on fancy ballgowns if it wasn't for him in the first place and also he just wants to treat Wataru to something nice and sees this as his chance seeing as Wataru declines most gift offers me made before). Wataru tells him about the entire thing and Shu scoffs because dislikes Eichi (still need to come up with a way to explain that disdain but I will come up with something trust me!) but his parents force him to be there too so "he might as well" (it's obvious he still puts in a lot of care "because of his pride as an artists" (because Wataru is his friend and he wants him to have something nice)).

Shu only has to be there because his family guilt trips him into going and he doesn't see the point in opening that can of worms again ("We already let you pursue your foolish dream of sewing clothes like a commoner this is the least you could do for your family.")

And then at the actual event he's in some secluded corner together with some other people who only attended as a mere formality because they also do not like the Tenshouin family but they have to be there because they're important and aristocrat politics are weird that way I suppose.

Meanwhile Wataru does his usual thing and charms everyone with his beautiful beautiful voice and his elegance and charm and oh he is so agreeable as a performer. Eichi has to handle the usual "pleasantries" (nothing pleasant about those tries) and he exchanges the one or the other suffering glance with Yuzuru when nobody pays attention that just screams "God when will it end". Yuzuru shoots him back a look that conveys the exact emotion of "my condolences" and then he goes on to look for Tori who's 1.53m figure has disappeared in the group of people and when he finds him he's talking to a gentleman that's about a head taller than him and the mask obscures his face but judging by the hair and the slight "animosity" between them he's talking to Tsukasa, so Yuzuru decides he's in good hands and leaves to do his own thing. (do they know they're talking to each other? Who knows! But they'd probably manage to start bickering either way.)

And eventually it gets to the actual Ball bit of the Birthday Ball Event where they actually dance (there's an actual orchestra there now and they play very lovely music). And almost everyone asks to dance with Eichi at least once. Eichi does not want to waste his time and energy on these people who are just interested in him for his money so he always makes up something about being preoccupied or a little tired or something that gives them no other choice but to back off. Suddenly Wataru appears behind him and does a little "boo!" and Eichi didn't expect that so he startles and almost drops his glass and tells Wataru not to do that anymore at public eventshas while Wataru has to stiffle a laugh because he thinks Eichi is cute when he pretends to try to be firm with him. After he's done with his "scolding" (you can barely call it that. he was very soft on Wataru.) Wataru asks him for a dance this time and he's very chivalrous about it - he goes all out really - he kisses his hand and offers him a rose while he does a little bow and asks if he "may have this dance with the lovely star of the evening" (and oh Eichi wants to kiss him so bad right then and there but in a room full of people that are worse than a committee of vultures that is very much not an option). Of course he agrees and they move to the dance floor and suddenly a Lot of eyes are on them because Eichi Tenshouin, whom a good chunk of pursuers have already given up on - because let us be real. It will never happen. The man hasn't shown interest in anyone at any moment in time and lives together with the Himemiya heir and his butler as far removed from the rest of the aristocracy as one would be able to - is waltzing with this masked stranger and it becomes very obvious very quickly that Eichis constant declining of dance offers was not for a lack of expertise because those two look breathtaking together.

Eichi actually dips Wataru once and some people wish they had hired an artist to paint the scene (because I'm a sap and wataei is beautiful I don't care I'm being self indulgent here)). And they talk but nobody can understand what because of the loud music and they curse the orchestra - which is still playing very lovely music (it's heavenly really) - for it.

After their dance is over Eichi goes back to declining every dance offer he gets with the excuse he's exhausted and needs to rest a little before he can dance again (the "I don't wish to dance with you" is implied and in the room but most people chose to ignore it to spare their ego and decide to take him at face value) and Wataru disappears to somewhere, nobody really knows where but somehow he's nowhere to be found. Until he sneaks up to Eichi a second time and does the whole "Boo!" thing again and Eichi almost drops his glass yet another time and as he turns around to "scold" Wataru again Wataru shushes him and takes Eichis, who is more confusedd than anything by now, hand and sneaks out of the ballroom with him.

Eichi asks where they are going and Wataru doesn't answer he just keeps walking and Eichi decides to just trust the process and suddenly they're on the Balcony again, not a cloud in the sky and the only sounds to be heard are the muffled instrumentals from the orchestra that started playing their next piece. The only lightsource being the moonlight reflected by the new years snow. And Wataru turns around, he's not wearing a mask anymore, and he does his little bow and kisses Eichis hand, hands him a rose he had appear from nowhere - a white one this time - and does his entire "May I have this dance with the lovely star of the evening" spiel again. It's the same routine really but it's different somehow. More intense. Because he says it with more sincerity than he did when they were around more people. And Eichi doesn't even have to reply before he finds himself whisked into this waltz yet again, somehow in the leading position. And then they dance and they dance and it's just the two of them, the stars as their only witnesses. And as the orchestra finishes their piece and the music fades out Eichi dips Wataru again and they kiss and it is so sappy and they are so so so so sappy.

They stay out on the balcony a little while longer but they retreat back inside rather timely seeing as it is still january and the night and as the following consequence of those two circumstances actually pretty cold and they'd both rather Eichi not get sick (he already got Watarus coat but then they'd also both like it very much if Wataru also didn't get sick either so they migrate back into the empty, dimly lit hallways of the mansion rather quickly)

(meanwhile at the actual ball people have noticed Eichi missing and started to ask questions, poor Yuzuru has to repeatedly tell people Eichi probably retreated into his quarters already, seeing as it is rather late and he was rather tired "Please excuse the young master for his failing in notifiying the other guests, he told me he didn't wish to interrupt the nice atmosphere and preferred to leave unnoticed".)

After the festivities died down Yuzuru and Tori go to check up on Eichis room because he's been gone without any notice and it would probably be useful to know if their kind-of-roommate just went away to fool around with that strange bard man they've been seeing sneaking around their mansion from time to time that Eichi seems to be oddly fond of or if the should actually be worried about his well-being. After they knock and get no reply Yuzuru just opens the door and he and Tori are both greeted with the view of Eichi asleep in his bed and next to him the also seemingly fast asleep figure of Wataru who's braid got considerably more lose during the course of the evening and who's also seemingly wearing some of Eichis sleepwear.

They both decide they have seen enough they do neither need nor wish to see more. Yuzuru, who has been in this situation before doesn't even have it in him anymore to react in a specific way. He just lets out this big sigh because he doesn't get paid enough for all of this as he directs Tori out of the room. Tori who has not been in this situation before has a Lot of questions now because he doesn't know this man but he's apparently closer to Eichi than most other people and he doesn't know how to feel about that but happy is probably not it.

(The following day Eichi has to listen to a (rightfully) disgruntled Yuzurus passive-agressive-yet-somehow-still-very-polite-sounding-Yuzuru-complaints about him just disappearing like that and leaving it to Yuzuru to take care of his mess (Eichi promises him to make up for it and that if Yuzuru has any favour to ask he's very welcome to come to Eichi about it). Tori really wants to ask about the strange man Eichi was so involved with but between not really getting a word in while Eichi and Yuzuru are talking and not really knowing how to take the exceedigly good mood Eichi is in (he's had "A very nice evening". With utmost certainty it was for reasons other than him actually enjoying the mingling witht the high society at social function he was obligated to host, Tori guesses), he kind of clinks out here and decides to simply take matters into his own hands when he gets the chance.)

#never let me write anything about them ever again #this got so long again I really just wrote my heart out huh #can you believe I actually researched flower language for this #in the middle I remembered that January is actually really cold at night so maybe I should switch up my approach a little #hm. did that work out? I have no idea #I kind of blacked out somewhere in the middle #Hiyori could've been in this idk he was there too somewhere with Jun or something #Eden attended the event but they're unimportant right now #can you tell I love fairytales by the way I feel like that got a little obvious throughout this entire AU #oh I should make a tag for this I'm actually rather fond of my embarrassing cringefail wataei au rambles #Btw when Wataru comes back home he's also in a very good mood and the elderly inn-keeper couple tease him about it #I've gotten very soft about that little thing that started as a side bit initially #those are his parents now they looked at this guy that has been occupiying this one room for a Long while #and that pays his rent by doing shows for the guests or helping in the kitchen or generally just helping around #some things are just easier when you're young and energetic #and they looked at him and his birds and went ''You're a little strange and off putting but you're part of the family now'' #this is way less profound than the first one it's suuuper self indulgent and a little lame but I like indulging from time to time #head in hands i really like wataei #wataei #OH! wait there's symbolism in the dance scene (the second one) #the rest is just me being silly #yumefan🎼🌠 #Wataru could wear Eichis clothes no problem I think thats so neat #because they're the same height and it's been said Wataru can pass perfectly for a woman so I assume he has more of a slim frame #chances are Eichis clothes sit loser on him than on Eichi i think that's a little funny #the possibility is there is all I'm saying #<- tag until i figure something out that sounds nicer #Märchen au

[munson-blurbs]

Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)

♫ Summary: Eddie lowered his guard during a late night conversation, revealing crucial details about his past. But was it enough for you to reciprocate? (4.3k words)

♫ CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, drug use, parental conflict, poverty, homelessness, brief mention of neglect, brief mention of sex work, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)

♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

chapter four: show me yours, i'll show you mine

If convincing Eddie to take the job wasn’t enough of a struggle, you still had to explain the situation to your parents.

Hi Mom and Dad, I invited a guest to help fix up the motel. The same one who stole a blanket–but don’t worry, I got it back. Oh, and he’ll be staying here for free.

They were understandably taken aback by your decision, especially without consulting them first, but you’d mustered up a strong argument: Eddie was young, he was easy to get along with, and he showed a basic sense of personal responsibility. Not to mention that the place could certainly use the repairs; peeling wallpaper was just the tip of the iceberg. Lightbulbs needed to be replaced, carpets needed to be scrubbed, and the outside of the building desperately needed to be power washed. 

“Plus, summer break doesn’t start for another few weeks,” you hastily added. “We won’t need to worry about renting out Eddie’s room until then.”

Mom arched an eyebrow at the newfound ascription—not room four, but Eddie’s room—but said nothing, only looking at your father for his seal of approval. 

He breathed out, long and low, trying to do the calculations in his head. Your heart flip-flopped when his gaze dropped to the ground, his signature move when he was about to tell you no. 

“If he doesn’t help out, he can’t afford to stay here anyway. It’s not like we’re losing money if he keeps the room for a bit.” You winced at the slight whine in your voice, the opposite of the infallible exterior you’d wanted to present. 

Dad laughed, not unkindly, but belittlement panged in your chest nonetheless. “Except for the water, air conditioning, and electricity he uses,” he pointed out, ticking off each item on his fingers. “Unless he plans to only sit in the dark, sweat, and never shower.” He sighed as unmistakable disappointment weaved into your eyes and filled them with tears. 

Now you’d have to tell Eddie that the offer was off the table, that he was shit out of luck, that you’d let him down. You never should’ve opened your big mouth in the first place. Captain Save-the-World, except you only ever made things worse. If you wore a cape, it would get snagged on tree branches each time you tried to fly.

“You have a good heart,” Mom spoke up, trying to nurse your wounded feelings, “but kindness doesn’t pay the bills.” She glanced at Dad again, her mouth set in a straight line. “Maybe we can discuss this further.”

You fought to ignore the hope that bloomed from her words, but the corners of your mouth turned upwards before you could rein it in. “Thank you,” you murmured, offering them both a grateful smile. 

People called you a ‘bleeding heart,’ teasing you about your constant attempts to solve problems beyond a reasonable scope. At last year’s Thanksgiving dinner, your uncle had informed you—unprompted—that he would never vote for you for President because “you’d just give all my money to the poor.”

While your parents were more realistic with their goals than you were, they did their best to encourage your compassionate spirit; there was no doubt that you got your sense of morality from them. After deliberating on Eddie’s fate for a few hours, they had finally relented—with one stipulation. 

“Your mother and I are not going to supervise him, so he’ll have to work night shifts with you,” Dad had said sternly. 

“Really?” You clapped your hands in celebration. “Thank you! I mean, um, Eddie thanks you.”

Dad gave your shoulders a quick squeeze; it was his version of you’re welcome. “Yeah, well.” He played it cool, keeping his tone breezy. “It’ll be good practice for when you take over the place.”

You’d nodded in response, your insides twisting in a clashing mix of excitement and shame. Eddie wouldn’t have to live on the street, but it required you to continue lying to your parents. 

I’ll tell them the truth once Eddie finds a real job and gets his own place. I can only handle one crisis at a time. 

That was how you’d found yourself spending your Tuesday evening with Eddie Munson. The motel was otherwise empty, save for your parents, a middle-aged trucker in room 7, and Phyllis in her usual digs.

You and Dad had spent the end of his shift covering the floor with giant flimsy drop cloths. They hadn’t been used in years, evidenced by the thin layer of dust that coated them when you’d dug them out from the back of the supply closet. You’d tried your best to shake it all off but instead sent yourself into a sneezing fit. 

Eddie sauntered into the lobby at a quarter after ten. Gray sweatpants sagged at his waist, the drawstring noticeably missing from the elastic band, and his white cotton undershirt had a tan stain that spread across his left pec. 

“Coffee,” he explained with a shrug, rolling a hair tie off of his wrist and pulling his curls into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He looked at you blankly and waited for you to instruct him, but you had already dove into your schoolwork. “Um, is there a ladder? Tools?” He pursed his lips and scanned the room with indifference.

“Oh! Right, yeah.” You could have smacked yourself for not having everything set up for him. “We don’t have a ladder per se, but this step stool should work fine.” You pulled it out from behind the desk along with a scoring tool, a spray bottle filled with a vinegar and water solution, and a putty knife. “I also grabbed the clock radio from my room if you wanted to listen to some music. Might help pass the time.”

Eddie nodded, watching carefully as you switched the radio on and tuned the dial to a Top 40 station. He shook his head the moment the electric beat of Haddaway’s “What is Love” played through the tinny speakers.

“Absolutely not,” he said with a scoff, dropping the supplies right where he stood, footsteps heavy even with the cloth underneath him. Without another word, he spun the knob past the static until the sound of an electric guitar crackled through. He bobbed his head a few times, finding the rhythm. “This’ll do.” 

“Not a Eurodance fan?”

His back was turned to you as he returned to the task at hand which left him unable to see the sarcastic smirk you sported. “Fuck no.” He stepped up on the tool and began cutting into the old wallpaper, puffing out an irritated laugh. “I can’t believe—scratch—you voluntarily—scratch—listen to that–scratch–shit.” His biceps flexed with each flick of the blade in a consistent rhythm. 

Drumming your fingernails on the desk, you twirled your pen in your free hand as you reread your own handwriting. You’d stayed at the library and filled notebook pages with bullet points about early childhood development until a squirrely librarian kicked you out at closing time. The choppy sentence fragments begged to be fleshed out into a fully-formed essay, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus.

Write words. Make edits. Add a comma. Do something, anything, dammit.

Almost an hour passed without you making an iota of progress on your paper. The words swam on the page until they just looked like inky squiggles with no real meaning, your brain blank as if you’d never written anything in your life. Cool air tickled your nose as you exhaled through your lips. Why couldn’t you just concentrate?

“It’s this music,” you muttered to yourself, too low for your company to hear. Your temples throbbed with frustration, and you reached over and snapped back to the previous station. 

Eddie’s head whipped around at the sudden change, frowning when he heard pop music instead of the metal that had just been playing. “Seriously?” He leaned one hand on the wall and threw the other up in exasperation. 

“Yes, seriously,” you bit back, teeth clenched in annoyance. “I can’t focus on my writing with that on.”

Eddie grumbled something unintelligible but went back to work, the scratching serving as a strange backdrop to the song. 

Janet Jackson faded out to a too-chipper deejay. “You folks know what time it is!” His voice reminded you of old-school toothpaste commercials, over-exaggerated and unnaturally polished. “That’s right; it’s time for Rad or Retch—where I play a song from a new artist, and you call in and let me know whether you think it’s rad or if it makes you wanna retch!” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, adding an exasperated “Jesus H. Christ,” under his breath. 

“This one’s called ‘Watch Me Leave’ by Death’s Echo, a grunge group from—”

The announcement came to an abrupt end as Eddie nearly leaped from the stool to the desk and yanked the plug out of its socket. The two-pronged head hit the floor with a soft thud. 

“Hey!” Your eyes widened in confusion and then disbelief, flickering over to where he stood. You expected him to wear a scowl that matched your own; instead, he looked like he’d just taken a knife to the gut, and you took a step back. “Whoa, you okay?”

Eddie tensed the moment he detected your sympathetic tone, shoulders pinched and jaw rigid. “‘M fine.” He pressed the heel of his left hand atop his right knuckles until they cracked. “Sorry.” He bent down and gently plugged the cord back into the wall, but you immediately flicked the power button to the off-position. 

It was silent for a full minute, save for the scorer against the wall and the scratch of pen on paper. When Eddie finally spoke, his voice was so soft that you barely heard it.

“That was my band.”

Confusion creased your brows. You set down your pen and stole a glance at him. His body remained facing the wall, but he was no longer working, hands lamely at his sides. “What?”

“Death’s Echo was, uh,” he shook a rogue curl from his eyes, “that was my band.”

“Oh.” Awkwardness seeped into the room and filled every crevice as you wracked your brain for a suitable response. “But…not anymore?”

Eddie clicked his tongue. “Nope.” The p sound popped softly as though signaling the discussion’s end, but there was a pregnant pause before he started removing the wallpaper again.

“Why not?” The question sprang from your tongue, curiosity getting the best of you.

A hesitant chuckle accompanied his sigh. “I thought you didn't make small talk with strangers.” He climbed back on the step stool and ripped off a strip of paper.

“I thought we weren’t strangers anymore,” you quipped back, not missing the smile that ghosted his lips.

“Fair enough.” Eddie conceded easily, not at all angry to be proven wrong. He bit the inside of his cheek and stared up at the yellow-tinged lighting overhead before slicing into the wallpaper. “Sometimes you think you want something, but it turns out to be a steaming pile of horseshit.” The last word was punctuated by a grunt, and the last panel of wallpaper fluttered to the ground. “That’s the music industry in a nutshell.”

You nodded in agreement despite an obvious lack of knowledge.

“They sign your band,” he continued, aiming the spray bottle nozzle at the wall and pulling the trigger, “and you think it’s because they like you. Or at least your music, your sound, whatever.” He wrinkled his nose as he got an unexpected whiff of the vinegar solution’s pungency. “But you’re really just a front for whatever they want to sell. Which, apparently, is grunge.” 

You had too many questions. They probably referred to record producers or agents or some other bigwigs, you surmised, but what did they do that made Eddie so cynical? 

That was far too loaded to ask, at least in that moment, so you opted for a more humorous follow-up. “You mean it wasn’t all sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll?” you joked, but Eddie didn’t share in your lightheartedness. 

“At the beginning, when we first got signed, yeah.” His brown eyes exuded wistfulness, remembrance of better times. He blinked twice and snapped himself out of it. “We put out a few albums that didn’t completely flop, I guess. And we were the opening act on a couple of tours. Got a good chunk of money in the bank.”

That explained the Calvin Klein underwear he was wearing on that first night. You capped your pen and leaned in, trying not to be overly inquisitive but unable to contain yourself. “So…what happened?” What led you here?

“We get called into a meeting, and we’re all thinking that the label’s gonna tell us we’re headlining, right? Maybe not, like, The Garden, but bigger venues than we usually played. But, uh…” he trailed off and rubbed the tip of his nose with an open palm, “it was an ultimatum: shift from metal to grunge, or get dropped.”

You listened intently as Eddie relayed the ordeal. The label executives had cited the increasing popularity of Nirvana and Pearl Jam along with decreasing interest in heavy metal bands. “Cobain’s selling; Ozzy isn’t,” they’d explained. If Death’s Echo wanted to play to packed arenas and have their music on mainstream radio, they had to adapt to the times.

“I told them we weren’t sellouts and to kiss my ass,” Eddie said to you, huffing out an annoyed breath. “But the rest of the band didn’t give a shit about that; if those suits told them to jump, they’d say ‘how high.’ So, I quit and waited for them to come crawling back.” 

He didn’t elaborate after that. He didn’t need to. Because if they’d done as Eddie had hoped, he wouldn’t be performing manual labor just to live in a struggling motel, basking in the gloominess that he wore like a second skin.

“If you could go back and do it differently, would you?” You grimaced at your own intrusiveness. “Sorry, that was—”

“It’s fine.” Eddie didn’t give an answer right away, his teeth grating against his lower lip. “Y’know, I’d like to say no, but losing your record deal, your apartment, your girlfriend, your so-called ‘friends,’ and every nice thing you own can make a guy kinda cynical.”

Girlfriend?

It was far from the most dire item on that list, but it needled at you. Maybe it was the mental image of Eddie watching everything get taken from him and then adding heartbreak on top of it all. 

“How about you?”

His voice yanked you from your thoughts and had your heart in your throat. “Huh?”

“You. Your whole deal.” He gestured at you with the scraper. “Why you’re always doing homework like a little nerd.” You couldn't detect a note of taunting in his teasing, only playfulness, just as it had been that very first night. 

You scowled for only a second before a smile broke through. “Don’t you have wallpaper to remove?”

Eddie snorted out a laugh. “I see how it is: when it’s my shit, I’m free to talk. But when it’s your shit, I’m a lowly employee.” He held up both hands in mock surrender. “My deepest apologies, Heiress.”

You didn’t bother to argue, choosing instead to pivot to a new subject altogether. “How long does this take, anyway?” Walking out from behind the desk to inspect his work, you ran your finger down the wall. Once you got past the stench of vinegar, he was actually doing a pretty good job.  

“You think you could do better?” He saw your gentle ribbing and upped the ante, holding out the putty scraper as if saying, be my guest.

Plucking it from his grasp, you smirked and chose a spot right at eye level. Challenge accepted. 

Though the glue had softened considerably, removing it still required decent muscle. You put your bodyweight into it and pushed through the resistance, but you only managed to pull off a little bit. 

You heard Eddie laugh through his nose as he stood behind you, watching you struggle. “Harder than it looks, huh?” He ignored your middle finger and stepped a half-inch closer. “Let me help.”

One calloused hand dwarfed yours, his fingers wrapping around where your fist held the scraper. The other found purchase on the bicep of your free arm where your T-shirt’s cuff met skin, stabilizing without entrapping you. You could easily get out of his grasp if you wanted. 

You stayed there. 

He tightened his grip around yours and made short, downward strokes, admittedly taking off far more glue than you had. “There ya go,” he murmured. His breath was warm on your neck, gooseflesh rising when he spoke. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Just like that.”

Butterflies beat their wings in your stomach, a result of the unexpected proximity compounded by an unmet need for connection that starkly contrasted the night shift’s normal solitude. A loose tendril of his hair tickled against your ear, and the realization of how close your bodies actually were shattered whatever spell had been cast. 

Eddie pulled away quickly, the air cooling where his hand once rested. Did he also feel that sudden loss of contact, or was it all in your head?

With a shaky breath, you stepped aside and silently returned the tool to him. “Should probably leave this to the expert,” you muttered, forcing nervous laughter. “I have to get back to writing anyway.”

His eyes bored into you as you walked back to the desk, but neither of you said another word. You glanced over at him every so often, noting the perspiration dampening his collar and under his arms as he toiled away at the glue and wished you had a water bottle to offer him.

Maybe next time. 

You got halfway through the first body paragraph when Eddie spoke again.

“You’re really not gonna talk?”

You looked up to see him swipe his forearm along his brows as he shot you a tired grin.

“We just had a whole conversation,” you pointed out, returning your attention to your essay. 

“About me,” he said. He wiped his palms on his pants, leaving behind a sweaty print, and traipsed over to you. “I mean, every time I see you, you’re either going to school or coming back from school or doing work for school…” 

You shrugged, no big deal. “Okay, yeah, I go to school.”

“For what?”

Shit. “Hospitality and hotel management.”

“Really.” Eddie leaned over and snatched up your paper. You reached out to grab it back, but it was too late. The bridge of his nose scrunched as he read the opening paragraph to himself. “Doesn’t look like hospitality to me.” Amusement raised his brows. “Care to explain?”

It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you felt strangely obligated. He’d confided in you, so you should at least moderately indulge him. 

“Fine,” you relented, “I’m studying psychology.” That might have been the first time you’d ever said those words aloud in the motel lobby; it was oddly freeing. 

Eddie nodded and continued to scan the paper. “You wanna be a shrink?”

“Social worker.” 

He let out a low whistle. “That’s a tough gig. Especially if you’re working with kids.” He shook the essay pages for emphasis. 

“Yeah. I know.”

“Right.” He shoved one hand in his pants pocket. “What made you decide to be a social worker?”

You breathed out a laugh. “You want the easy answer or the real one?”

He didn’t hesitate before answering. “Real one. Always.” He returned your essay and rested his un-pocketed hand on the desk. Inquiring eyes beckoned you to continue.

With less trepidation than you’d anticipated, you tell him the story of that fateful day in the summer of 1987, just two years after you’d graduated from high school.

You were still working the afternoon shift, and summer break brought its usual influx of guests. People came and went in blurs of luggage, but there was one particular patron who had made her presence known.

“Hi!”

You peered over the desk to find the source of the lively greeting. A young girl, no older than five, stared back at you, syrupy grape stickiness surrounding her lips. The cause was most likely a popsicle, as evidenced by the purple stained stick clenched in her right hand.

“Um, hi,” you said with a smile that was, for the first time in a long while, not encased in customer service insincerity. “What’s your name?” And where did you come from?

Unfazed by your bewilderment, she introduced herself as Izzy and asked you if you wanted to play. “We just have to stay here, or else my mommy will get mad,” she explained with urgency.

You nodded slowly, sorting through the information without raising any alarm. “And where is your mommy?”

Izzy’s hazel eyes darted back towards the hallway. “In our room. She’s with a friend so I can’t go in.” She dropped her voice to what she considered a whisper, but it was still clear as day. “Her friend is a boy.”

Your stomach turned. Of course. Instead of watching her child, this mother was probably shooting up with her boyfriend of the week. 

“I can’t play right now, but you can sit here with me until your mommy and her friend come back out,” you said. “I have paper and pens if you wanna draw.”

This satisfied her, and she plopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to her. That day hadn’t been particularly hectic, so you obliged and sat.

“What’re you gonna draw?” Izzy asked, reaching for a blue pen. You didn’t have time to answer before she proudly announced, “I’m gonna draw a flower. Do you like flowers?”

“Mhm.”

Izzy smiled as she surrounded a circle with swirling loops. “You can draw a flower, too. Maybe a rose. Or a sunflower!”

Her excitement at the latter option was all you needed. “Sunflower it is, Miss Izzy.” You drew a circle of your own and filled it with a cross-hatched pattern, curating pointed-tipped petals around it. 

“D’you have crayons?” she asked, not looking up from her own flower.

You put down your pen and offered a pitying frown. “No, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. You should get some, though. ‘Cause you can draw prettier flowers with crayons.” 

The two of you stayed on the floor for ten minutes. All the while, she quizzed you on your favorite color, animal, food, and TV show. She was halfway through a heated explanation of why Friend Bear was superior to Share Bear when a frantic voice called out her name. 

“Mommy!” Izzy practically flew into her mother’s arms. You watched as the woman’s entire body sagged in relief, pulling her daughter in close. A man trailed behind her, discreetly zipping up his fly and walking out the front door. 

“Izzy, I told you to sit in the hall and eat your ice pop,” her mom gently scolded, words muffled by her lips being pressed to Izzy’s scalp. 

Izzy scrunched her nose in confusion. “But I finished it.” She pointed at the empty stick, now on the ground where she’d been sitting, as proof. In true childlike fashion, she jumped to a new topic without waiting for the first conversation to conclude. “Mommy, you wanna see what I drawed?”

“Of course, baby.” She easily feigned excitement as Izzy presented her with a series of scribbles that were meant to be various flowers, people, and farm animals. “Wow! I think you’re gonna be an artist one day.”

The little girl continued chatting, blissfully unaware of the panic she’d inadvertently caused. Her mom allowed herself to look away for just a moment to glance at you, mouthing a tiny “thank you” and blinking her tear-filled eyes.

“And…I don’t know,” you lamely supplied as you wrapped up the story. “I guess I realized that I had all of these assumptions, this sort of preconceived notion that this woman was a deadbeat parent, but she obviously loved Izzy more than anything.” You picked at your thumbnail nervously. “No one should have to sell their body for money just to survive. She deserved better than that.” 

Eddie stayed quiet for a moment, absorbing everything you’d thrown at him. “And you wanted to help her,” he finally said.

“Yeah.” You thought back to the way her gaze simultaneously held gratitude and guilt. Her daughter was safe, but she knew that this was not the final time she’d be in this predicament.

The experience had awakened a realization in you: working at the motel was never your dream, but it kept a roof over your head and food in your belly. You weren’t left to navigate the world on your own. Independence was a privilege, not a mandate.

“For what it’s worth,” Eddie broke in, “I think you’ll be a great social worker someday.” He rapped his knuckles on the desk twice and slipped back to the awaiting task; despite insisting that you talked to him while he worked, he hadn’t touched any of the tools while you spoke.

Your smile was a thank you, and you tuned the radio back to the metal station Eddie had chosen earlier. He didn’t say anything else, but you noted the subtle tap of his toe against the drop cloth.

Eddie worked for a few more hours until he’d stripped the wall of all paper and glue. “All right,” he said, balancing the step stool on two fingers. Sleepiness softened his own smile, all lips and no teeth. “Let me know when the new wallpaper comes in. You, uh, know where I live.”

“Will do.” Your thumb absently grazed against the words you’d just written, smudging them. You rubbed at the black ink seeping into your skin, silently chastising your own carelessness. “Good night, Eddie.”

He stretched and scratched at the U-neck of his collar, exposing a sliver of chest hair. 

“Sweet dreams, Heiress.”

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[holylulusworld]

BFG (7)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, lovesickness

A/N: I added the pregnancy because of an ask.

Catch up here: BFG (6)

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The first days without Reacher were hell. He was still everywhere you looked. His scent lingered on your pillows, and you still felt his hands on your body.

You even dreamed about him. Day and night.

Life moved on while you suffered the worst lovesickness you ever experienced.

Sally Ann offered help and took over your shift for a few days.

Most of the time you had to force yourself to get up and start a new day without Reacher.

That was until you found out Reacher left a sweet little gift for you. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you that Reacher got you pregnant. You had unprotected sex all the time and forgot about your pill more than once due to the events leading to KJ’s death, and what happened at your diner.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” One of your regulars asked as you wiped the same spot for the third time. “There is a new face.”

“Huh, oh?” You dipped your head to watch the woman step toward the counter. “Hi, welcome. What can I do for you?”

She asked for coffee, and cereal instead of pie. You chuckled at her choice but prepared a bowl with coco pops for her.

“This is a nice place, and the pie looks great. I have a friend who’d love your pie,” she said and watched you pour her a cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” you smiled at her and turned your attention back toward the stain on the counter. “I assume you are rolling through town.”

“I’m looking for someone,” she replied before taking a large sip. “A friend of mine asked me to check on her.”

You tried to end the conversation. The woman was nice but she reminded you of another stranger you met a few months ago. “That’s very nice of you.” You replied and tried to walk away.

“Wait, maybe you can suggest a hotel. I’ll stay for a few days,” she said. “That would be very kind of you. I’m not from around her and wouldn’t know where to look for a place to stay.”

“Oh,” you tried not to give away that there is no nice hotel in town. “We only have a motel. It’s not very nice and-” You leaned closer to whisper the next part. “Most of the guests are prostitutes, and their clients or people cheating on their respective other.”

“Crap,” she said and glanced around the diner. “Anywhere else I could bunker. Maybe someone is renting out a room.”

“You could stay at my place.” Reacher would scold you for offering a place to stay to a stranger. But he was no longer around, and you always followed your heart. The woman in front of you was nice, and she meant no harm. You were sure about it.

“Whoa, that’s very kind of you,” she said and held out her hand. “I’m Frances Neagley.”

“Y/N,” you gave her your name with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Frances. That’s a very nice name.”

“Yours too,” she chuckled. “I’ll pay you, of course.” 

“I don’t rent out. If you clean up your mess and eat your food at my place only while you are around, we are good.”

“It’s a deal,” she shook your head and grinned. “I’m glad I came here.”

“Me too.”

Frances helped you clean the diner and followed you home. She eyed you the whole time, as you told her about the town, your diner, and the stray you took in. The dog, not Reacher.

“I like dogs.”

You showed her around the house and introduced your dog to her. Frances was eager to learn more about the town, you, and your life.

“I’m tired, and will retreat earlier today,” you yawned and rubbed your sore back. “There’s food, beer, and water if you get hungry. I don’t mind if you grab a late-night snack. I’m alone again and—” You bit your tongue. She didn’t need to know you bought too many groceries because you forgot that Reacher left.

“Thank you,” she said and gave you a genuine smile. “Really. It’s nice of you.”

“No need to thank me. If you want to you can have all the beer,” you subconsciously rubbed your belly. “I don’t drink.”

Frances watched the motion with concern.

“That’s nice. I’m not much of a drinker myself, though.”

The next morning Frances was already up. She sat on your kitchen counter, eating coco pops when you entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” you chirped and went straight for the fridge. “Damn, I need something fresh but sweet.”

“Can I ask you a question?” She said while you rummaged in the fridge to find anything to satisfy your cravings.

“Sure,” you grabbed an apple and the pudding you were hiding in the back of the fridge for emergencies. Not the best combination for breakfast but these are different times.

Your sweet secret not so well hidden by the thin nightie you wore, caught Frances’s attention. “How far are you?”

“Uh-around two and a half months,” you started to cut the apple to distract yourself from thinking about the father of your unborn child and his absence. 

“Does the father know?” she asked, looking you straight in the eyes. “Y/N?”

“No,” you dipped a slice of apple into the pudding. “I don’t know if he’d care or how to reach him. He’s not the usual kind of guy, you know.”

“You think he wouldn’t care about his baby?” She hopped off the kitchen counter to gently touch your shoulder. “I bet he’d love to know.”

“He wouldn’t…” you sighed and shook your head. “You see, the father is not the kind of man to settle down or even stay in one place for longer than a week. If I told him, he’d believe I wanted to tie him down or something. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Y/N, you’re not a burden but pregnant with his baby. He should grow up and take care of the woman he got pregnant,” Frances tried to convince you to call the father of your child.

“I can handle this on my own. I always did, and never needed man,” you stated. “I know you mean well, but begging a man to come back to me is just not my style.”

“Reacher, finally,” Neagley rolled her eyes when Reacher told her he still didn’t have a phone. “I told you to stay in touch so I can report back to you. Is it so hard to buy a burner phone and send me the number?”

Reacher told her to report back and make it short. He asked Neagley to check on you after he left. He knew, that if he came back, it’d be even harder for him to leave again.

“Haul your big ass over here,” she grunted. “You left Y/N with more than a broken heart. I will give you twenty-four hours before I come looking for you. And believe me, you don’t want me to hunt you down, big guy!”

“Finally,” Neagley huffed. “I believe you’ll need longer.” She checked her phone, smirking. “Ten and a half hours. This must be a record for you.”

“Neagley, not now. Is Y/N okay? Is the…baby okay?” He asked and glanced at your home. “Is she home.”

“She is asleep. Don’t wake her,” she softly said. “I hope you came to stay and won’t leave again. You can’t get a woman pregnant and run off.”

“I didn’t know,” he whispered. His features softened while looking at Neagley. “Thank you for checking on her and calling me. I’ve got it from here.”

“If you leave her again, I’ll hunt you down…” She glanced at the two duffle bags slung over Reacher’s left shoulder. “I see you got luggage this time.”

“Everything I own and cherish,” Reacher said his goodbyes to Neagley before he entered your house with the key you gave to him.

He silently stepped inside your house, careful not to wake you.

Reacher didn’t plan to reach your house in the dead of the night, but sometimes things don’t go as planned.

He dropped the bags and kicked his shoes off before silently making his way upstairs.

Reacher entered your bedroom, tiptoeing toward your bed to watch you sleep. He dipped his head and reconsidered his decision to come back to you. He never hung his heart on a place or people except for his family.

For a heartbeat, he was about to leave, but then you whispered his name in your sleep. His heart stumbled, and he took off his shirt and shoved his pants down his legs. 

While you turned around to instinctively make space for the huge man, he crawled under the covers to wrap his arms around you. He kissed your temple and murmured your name.

Jack Reacher finally found his home.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

“We should probably just do vanilla cake, right?”

“Our daughter is not boring. She should have confetti cake.”

“Vanilla isn’t boring!”

“It’s literally called being vanilla when someone doesn’t like a little fun in the bedroom, Steve.”

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all, she’s turning one. She’s not gonna care. She’s never had most of this stuff.”

“So her first adventure with it should be fun!”

Steve and Eddie had been arguing about Ella’s first birthday for a month now. It was starting to become an issue as it was two weeks away and they’d planned nothing except for the guest list.

Even Robin was starting to get worried they wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

“What if we let her pick?”

“She’s one.”

“Yeah, and? We give her two options on pieces of paper and she picks one.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“Why?”

“Because what if she picks princess plates but dinosaur decorations?”

“Why can’t she have both?”

Steve glared at him.

“I’m just saying, she’s one. This party is more for us than her, and she won’t remember it.”

“But there’ll be pictures.”

“And when we all look back at them, she’ll be happy that we let her have whatever made her little one year old brain happy.”

Steve sighed, which meant Eddie was winning. This was the first time he’d had the upper hand the whole time.

“Where can we get a confetti cake?”

“You know Lena? Owns the bakery by the tattoo place?”

“The one who gave you the notebook of all the queer friendly spots in town?”

Eddie snaps his fingers and points at Steve.

“That’s her! She already offered to make one.”

“And you told her yes already, didn’t you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny such allegations.”

Steve rolled his eyes and turned to continue writing things on his checklist that had nothing checked off.

“We also should check with Joyce about using the cabin. I know we said renting the bar out in the morning would be good, but imagine a first birthday in a bar.”

“It’s metal as hell, Stevie.”

“It’s questionable parenting, Eds.”

And here they were at another problem.

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“So you’ve accomplished nothing?”

“We got a cake!”

Eddie was sitting on the couch supervising Ella’s play time while Steve and Robin were “planning” her party in the kitchen.

Eddie had been banished from all party endeavors after he brought home a baby-sized electric guitar and drum set and said it was for her to play at the party.

Robin took over and, admittedly, they’d accomplished a lot more already.

But this was their first official meeting and Robin was shocked to find out that they had next to nothing with only one week until the party.

“You stop talking!” Robin yelled back at him.

So he focused on entertaining Ella.

“Baby girl, I don’t know about you, but this party planning business is not what it’s cracked up to be. Maybe we should just give you your presents here and call it a day, hm?”

“Dada! Pay!”

“Yes, baby, I’m playin’.”

He helped her build a castle with her alphabet blocks, smiling when she pointed to the D and said “D. Dada!”

She was so fucking smart, it was scary.

When she got bored with the blocks, she started tapping on her plastic keyboard, hitting the same two notes again and again.

Eddie showed her the D key.

“This is D, Ella. See this one? You push this and it makes a D note. D like Dada!”

Ella pushed the key and then clapped.

“D! D!”

“Yeah, D!”

She kept smacking the D key, and Eddie kept smiling at her.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and he turned to see Steve smiling down at them, hands on his hips.

“Oh. Ella, show Daddy what you learned.”

“D! Dada! Daddy!” She said as she banged the D key.

Steve sat down next to Eddie and put his hand on his knee, squeezing it once before running his thumb back and forth over the hole in his jeans.

“You showed her that?”

“I’m gonna make her into a baby Mozart,” he said as he nodded. “She’s a natural.”

“Okay, love.”

“How’d the planning go?”

“Robin’s handling it.”

“All of it?”

Steve sighed.

“She said I’m being unreasonable.”

“But when I say it, I’m being rude and not giving you a chance.”

“When she says it, I know it’s true. When you say it, I know it’s because you’re not getting your way.”

“Do you hear this Ella? Slander from your father. I remember when it was just you and me, playing some tunes…”

“Oh my god,” Steve said around a laugh.

“Sometimes three’s a crowd, huh Ella?”

“Dada song!”

“Here, I play, you help.”

Eddie sat Ella in his lap and moved the keyboard in front of them, holding her tiny hands in his to guide them through Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Steve clapped at the end of it, beaming at them both as if they’d just performed at Madison Square Garden.

“Incredible. I’d offer you a record deal on the spot.”

“Already had that, I’m retired. Thank you, though.”

Eddie kissed the top of Ella’s head as she kept banging on the keys, then leaned over to kiss Steve’s forehead.

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Robin pulled off a hell of a party.

Not only did she manage to find princess rock star decorations, but she managed to find a live band that was willing to play kids songs, and a caterer who was willing to serve an entirely new menu so last minute.

There was even an open bar for the adults.

Eddie’s entire band and their families were there, the Hawkins crew and their families, Steve’s coworkers and their families, and most surprising of all, Steve’s mom.

He’d gone back and forth on whether to even invite her, but since she’d left his dad, she’d been trying to reconcile and get to know him again.

She brought a Barbie dream house because she didn’t seem to understand that one year olds weren’t quite at Barbie level, but it was the thought that counted or so Eddie kept reminding Steve when he got mad about “thoughtless gifts that just take up space.”

Ella loved playing with all the kids and sharing her new toys. Eddie and Steve had built her a play set at home that she didn’t even see yet.

She was spoiled, but it was the best kind.

Not the kind that Steve had growing up; useless and thoughtless gifts that were flashy and expensive because that’s what helped his parents feel better about leaving him with nannies or alone.

The kind where love was in abundance, where everyone wanted her to have the best because they loved her, where the best was sometimes the dollar store magic wand and tiara set so she could play princess and sometimes was a toddler sized drum set. Everyone came to her party because they were excited she was part of the family, not because they expected a big blowout with the finest food and drinks money can buy.

Eddie took a moment to look around at everyone. He never knew he’d end up here, he couldn’t have even dreamed it in his wildest ones that came from being cross faded in high school.

Steve wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder when he started to lean back.

“Turned out great, right?”

“It did, sweetheart. Always does with you.”

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[ticklystuff]

Energy to Burn

a/n: inspired by gaming's teapot dialogue (pls ignore thoma standing there menacingly i was too lazy to remove him for the pic..)

for some context, a lot of ppl that celebrate lunar new year will clean their homes prior to the new year! but ya i was supposed to upload this before lantern rite and that did not happen so just pretend i did

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summary: aether has the very relatable problem of someone else doing his chores, oh the horror

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Hallway clean.

Counters sheen.

Kitchen kempt.

House pristine.

Aether's eyes scanned over the entirety of his living space, taking in the now well-organized room. Sloppy would be misleading in terms of how to describe himself and Aether did enjoy cleaning on the occasion, yet a certain floating companion could easily offset his progress. Compound that with constant settled dust and dirt while being away and keeping the teapot spotless becomes a massive ordeal. He did his best, he really did, but things were never exactly how Aether liked them.

Yet as much as his own reflection in the countertops was pleasing to the eye, Aether couldn't help but release a lowly sigh, recalling a conversation from the day prior. 

"Now, I know you won't let me pay any rent while I'm here, 'cause we're friends and all, but I will at least insist on making myself useful. So, if you catch me cleaning or gardening at any point — don't try and stop me."

It didn't take a genius to deduce the "culprit" behind the state of the teapot and Aether soon found himself running through the hallways of the house, crying out to his guest, always taking a second to marvel at the cleanliness of each room, before bolting to a different area of the building.

"Gaming! Gaming!!"

A brief run-through of the kitchen area rewarded Aether with a clue for his efforts: a propped open backdoor to the garden area. Lo and behold, there Gaming was, kneeling down to feed the numerous cats Aether liked to bring home to the teapot, seemingly oblivious to the blond's nearby presence. The dancer's current attire heavily clashed with the colorful flora he stood amongst, adorning a simple grey t-shirt that gave a slight peek of his midriff, baggy shorts that fell past his knees, and his usual shoes improperly slipped on. As Aether approached the other, he couldn't help but notice the little tune Gaming hummed, bobbing his head along. Lacking the usual accessories, Gaming's disheveled hair flew about in the breeze without a care.

"Gaming?" Aether slowly approached the other, prompting him to practically jump in response.

"Oh- woah! Morning, boss!" Gaming giggled, catching himself in the moment. "Look at these little guys! They love the treats I brought them! Oh, and speaking of which, did you see the breakfast I made? It's nothing special, but I prepared some congee for you. I also found some pumpkins laying around and cut them up, if you'd like to add them to your dish!"

"Ah, I haven't eaten yet," Aether nodded, watching the cats devour their food, "but I just wanted to thank you for cleaning up the house."

"Oh, it's no problem-"

"But also, you really don't need to go through all this effort," Aether quickly interjected. "You're a guest here and you should really be enjoying your time, not doing my chores."

"Uh-uh, no can do, boss!" Gaming gave another grin, not a beat missed in his reply. "I've already told you that's not how it's going to fly. Plus, who says I'm not having a good time doing your chores?"

"Gaming.."

"Heh, don't sweat it," he tilted his head, before huffing in reassurance. "My po po always taught me that I should always show gratitude to my host for having me as a guest. Besides, it's almost Lantern Rite and it's customary to clean your home before then. I know this isn't my own place, but it's where I'm staying for now, so might as well!"

"Well, not to this extent." He couldn't help but sigh, feeling conflicted, yet at the same time, Gaming didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it," Gaming clicked amusedly with his tongue. "Just think of it as a productive way for me to burn all my energy for the day!"

"I suppose." Didn't really help him feel less bad about the whole thing, though.

"Alrighty then!" Gaming placed his hands on his hips in thought. "What's next on the agenda- Ah! H-Hehehey!" The sudden outburst took Aether by surprise, taking a moment to realize why. Now out of food, the cats Gaming had been generously feeding were brushing along the bare lower parts of his legs, some even pawing at his shins, meowing as if crying out for more food.

"N-No, get awahahay!" the brunet continued to giggle, hopping between each leg to avoid the encircling horde of kittens clamoring for their next snack. "H-Here!" Gaming quickly reached into his pocket, throwing out a surplus of treats that was enough to divert the attention of his new following.

And the whole time, Aether had been observing.. watching.. stewing the little idea that the teapot cats have so graciously handed to his brain on a silver platter. If Gaming had extra energy burn, he could certainly help with that.

"Whew," Gaming sighed in relief once the cats had dispersed. "Do you not feed them here? Why are they so hun- WahH! Hey! Boss, w-what're you-?! N-Nohoho! Nahahat you too!"

In his distracted state, it wasn't particularly difficult for Aether to bowl the other over, easily pinning Gaming to the grassy garden of the teapot. Once ready, Aether set his plan into motion, digging into the sides that were oh-so conveniently exposed thanks to Gaming's choice of current attire.

"You mentioned having a little extra energy to spare," Aether teased, pinching at the exposed sides in succession to create an erratic giggly response. "Thought that maybe I could help with that."

"Nahahat like thihihis!" Gaming shook his head with a smile, showing off the widest dimples adorning his cheeks. "I-I wahahas juhuhust trying to heheEHEHELP!"

Aether couldn't help but grin along, having just hit a particularly good spot that elicited the cutest squeals. He continued to make use of the newfound discovery, circling the area around Gaming's navel with the tips of his finger nails in repeated motions to draw out the contagious laughter. "Y'know this is your fault, right? If you hadn't started feeding the cats, I would have never found out you're so ticklish."

"Th-That dohohohesn't mahahake any sehehense!" Gaming kicked his legs and patted away at the hands that lightly clawed all over his midsection, but it was for naught, as Aether had no intent on stopping any time soon. "Ehehehehahaha! StahahAHAhahap!"

"I could," Aether drew out with his tongue, making sure to really dig into the vulnerable waist with incessant pokes, feeling Gaming's body lurch and his legs kick to escape the way Aether effectively straddled him, "if you promise to relax during the rest of your stay."

"NEHEHEVEHEHER!"

Aether shrugged his shoulders, perfectly fine with Gaming's stubbornness, if that's what suited him. His laughter was the best part, Aether soon realized; there was something softly warm to it, akin to nibbling into a slice of freshly baked bread. No matter the flavor of laughter, whether it be the sharp yelps from squeezing his thighs to the squeals Gaming would make whenever his navel was targeted, or maybe the bouncy giggles from tasing his sides, the lush vibrant undertones were never absent, satiating Aether's ears in the most fulfilling way possible. He was so content with the current situation that the reason the two were there nearly slipped his mind, until the sight of Gaming's tomato cheeks caught Aether by surprise.

"Hehe, oops," Aether giggled, giving his hands and Gaming a pause. "Well, have we burned enough energy for today?"

"Nuh-uh," Gaming finally shook his head. Breathless as he may be, there was still the faintest glimmer of vigor behind his smile. "I can do this all day."

"Hmph, me too." His hands poised once again, prompting Gaming's limbs to tense in response, yet Aether found himself stopping midair. If Gaming didn't break from everything tried so far, then it would only make sense to switch up his target, but where to? So far, nothing had worked, the boy seemingly a boundless well of laughter and energy, but surely there'd be something..

"What's wrong?" Gaming spoke up, his voice not having fully recovered yet. "Given up yet?"

"Heh, no," Aether lightly tweaked his hips, causing his arms to flail, before his arms landed uselessly on the grass next to.. a discarded shoe?? The blond blinked twice, taking a moment to piece together that one of Gaming's slippers must've flung off during all the kicking he was doing, which meant..

Aether quickly slid downwards, ensnaring the bare foot in an armlock before Gaming could make a move, creating what seemed to be panicked shaking from behind. "H-Hey, wait a minute," Gaming's voice could be heard running a mile a minute, as his free leg pressed against the grass in a last attempt to escape. "Okay, okay this is mean! No, no, no, you don't have to- NohohOHOHO! W-WahahahAIT!"

The effect was almost instant, as Aether scribbled up and down the sensitive sole, eliciting crackled laughter from its owner. He took a second to take a peek behind him, giggling at the scene of Gaming uselessly covering his face with his hands as muffled helpless laughter poured through. There was the occasional kick to his backside from the other spasming leg, but Aether made sure to reward those with a few rougher scrapes to his foot. "Surrender yet?"

"WahAHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear a yes," Aether snickered, drowned out by Gaming's wailing, feeling the trapped leg buck in his grasp. His fingers ran up the length of the sole, earning himself squeal whenever he reached the base of Gaming's toes, before sliding back down to his heel.

"Okay! Okahahahay! Stahahap! I gihiHIHIVE!"

Just for good measure, Aether delivered a few more pressurized pokes to the middle of his foot, listening as Gaming slapped his hands on the grass in defeat amongst the pleading. When he eventually released his leg, Aether was surprised to see the limb fall limp instead of being pulled back to safety, though he supposed this was a good sign that Gaming's energy was finally spent.

"Urgh, why," the brunet groaned, exhausted without a doubt. "This is what I get for being a good person."

"No, it's what you get for being stubborn," Aether chided with a shake of his head, before offering his hand to help the other on his legs. Once Gaming stood up, Aether couldn't help but ruffle the disheveled mess of brown hair in an attempt at brushing away the pieces of grass caught in the strands.

"Mmm," Gaming shook his head, before running his fingers through his hair a couple of times. "Maybe you won today, but there's always tomorrow's chores. You can't totally stop me."

Aether rolled his eyes in response. "Is that so?" he said, fingers wiggling towards Gaming's sides.

"Okay, okay!" Gaming already began giggling again, jumping back to safety. "I'll learn to chill."

"Promise?"

Gaming sighed, almost as if he had something else to say, only to shake his head. "Fine, promise."

#gaming #aether #genshin impact #tickling

[saneijeijei]

Academy of Sword and Magiс

[1\?]

Penelope and Callisto's relationship begins six months before the young woman's debut. Eckhart is in love with the Crown Prince and believes that her feelings are mutual. They meet secretly, knowing that neither the duke nor the emperor will support their relationship due to political tension inside the capital. They do not show their feelings and what they know in public, for fear of being revealed.

But after Yvonne returns, everything changes. Callisto rejects Penelope and laughs if she talks about their relationship, saying that she allegedly made them up. Heartbroken Penelope barely remembers how the debut is going, how the terrible thing happens - the poisoning of Yvonne.

The whole family blames her for this, not wanting to listen to any excuses and evidence. Left completely alone under a house ban in her room, the young woman did not know what to do when an angry Callisto came to her, wanting to avenge his new lover.

Penelope, miraculously manages to survive this meeting and escape.

Thanks to the low-ranking magic she learned, after the events of the hunting competitions, she was able to leave the capital and go to the most remote part of the empire, where she wanted to settle down and start living again, hoping that the duchy, like the Crown Prince, would not search for her anymore. They enjoying happy life with the real daughter of the Eckhart family.

But she didn't know at all how she could make money here. The jewelry and the torn dress that she was wearing, she sold for good money on the first day. But money tended to run out, and it was a bad idea to think about work when they were completely gone. Climbing into her small travel bag, Penelope found a fragment of a Mirror.

"What a useless garbage," she snorted and wanted to throw it into the swamp, as the shard began to shine brightly in her hands, showing her and the fact that she put the shard of the mirror back in the bag and went somewhere. "What the hell?"

Thinking about it, she decided not to throw it away and watch. Maybe the thing wasn't as useless as she thought it was. In the evening of the same day, after a hearty snack and going into the room she rented in a tavern, she took out a fragment and tried to make it show at least something other than a reflection again. But nothing worked. Giving up, she muttered: "Maybe I was dreaming.."

The shard shone again. Penelope looked there and saw herself creating something out of boards and fabric. Finally, she understood how it worked and figured out how to make money.

"Wizards? You mean the charlatans?" the owner of the tavern was perplexed with the guest's question. "If you need useless freeloaders, then they live on the outskirts of the city, towards Aunt Dor's farm. One of them also has such a strange sign.. With a cat? Or something similar to it."

Thanking for the information, Penelope went to the local wizard. The middle-aged man was immensely pleased with her until he realized that she was rather not his client, but just a random passerby who was unlikely to give money.

"I need a room. For divination, I see the future of people and can help them find out the truth." Penelope explained.

"A fortune teller? I hardly believe it, but if you pay rent, I will be glad to consider you a fortune teller" the man happily rubbed his hands, hoping for a promising income in his pocket from another "charlatan".

What was his surprise when the number of customers in a small fortune-teller's room became more and more every month. At first, the young woman did not charge her clients who were residents of a small town. Satisfied and especially impressionable, they told their visit to Penelope to their neighbors, and those to other neighbors from the neighboring village, spreading the story further and further.

In addition to ordinary citizens, aristocrats began to visit it, although not of the upper class, but still. From earls to viscounts. Fearing that she might be recognized, Penelope decided to furnish the room with an entourage and wear a suit that hides her eyes and hair. In it, she looked like a mystical fortune teller whose gaze is hidden from the visitor.

The fee for services grew, Penelope paid the wizard money for rent and assistance in servicing clients. A simple room has turned into a real mystical corner with incense and magical objects, one view showing that a real member of the magical world works here.

But in addition to the man, a nanny settled in the house, who looked after little Judith, who required a lot of attention and time, which Penelope did not have because of constant work and a desire to feed and provide a comfortable future.

Until one day, a strange old man comes to her for a foresighted session, asking her to tell about him and his past. Of course, she had similar clients who, due to illness, forgot where they lived or something important that they needed to remember and she did not charge them, letting them go with a pure soul to their loved ones.

But this old man was definitely not that kind of person. His past was filled with horror and death. A shard of a mirror reflecting fragments of the past into a glass ball chilled the blood in her veins. The old man, with a certain weariness and sadness in his eyes, watched his past.

"Let the Mirror show what will happen when I leave the city," he asked. "How do you know--?.." asked Penelope, frightened. "I know a lot of things, child. And I know that very soon the knight's guard will arrive here and take you to the capital. Aren't you, as one of the last representatives of the ancient magicians, afraid to be on your knees again in court for something you didn't do?" "Wh-what?.." "Ask the Mirror to show you if you think I'm lying, child. My name is Uwe, I am an elder from a small town where ancient magicians and ordinary magicians who were expelled from their lands live. I've heard a lot about your abilities and I see that you can use a fragment of an ancient magical artifact - the Mirror of Truth. This is amazing and truly an innate talent that not everyone can possess. I've come to help you. There aren't many like you and me left, but there is a place where you and your daughter will be safe. I can offer my protection and help so that you can live in peace without hiding behind all this masquerade. But we don't have much time and we need to decide right now."

Penelope looked at the flashing Mirror of Truth and clenched her hands into a fist nodded to the man. She needed to escape anyway if the imperial knights were already heading here. There's no reason for her to stay in this city. And Judith, too.

Seven years later, the empire makes a truce with the ancient magicians after a fierce struggle against Leila. In order to consolidate the alliance, the emperor and the elders sign a trade agreement on the purchase and sale, as well as participation in the cutting of precious stones for magical weapons. The Empire also creates conditions for magicians so that they can receive education and not be infringed on their rights.

In order to strengthen the established relations, an academy is being built on the territory of the empire, where both people and wizards will study in the same building in order to create a new generation that will rely on each other. Duke Eckhart's (Derrick) adopted daughter, 7-year-old Nora, and other children from aristocratic families become one of the elementary school students. Nora was a reserved but very kind child who was bullied despite the authority of her family.

The girl was taken from a shelter sponsored by the Eckhart family. Nora, who had lost her parents and was left completely alone, appreciated the duchy for sheltering her and giving her the opportunity to get an education that her own father could not have dreamed of. She was a timid and kind girl who knew that if she rebuffed her abusers, she could be worse off because of it, and not them at all. She kept silent about it and endured, pretending that she was not upset at all by the words of her peers.

Fortunately, by the beginning of the year, her roommate did not come because of family problems, so the first months of study the whole room was in her harness and no one could tell classmates how she cried, remembering all the hurtful things that other children did to her.

On one of the everyday school days, the girls called her behind the building to talk about her being too smart during math lessons. But as soon as the main offender managed to open her mouth, dirty water poured on top of her, which was used to wash the floor in the classroom. Offended girls screamed promising to take revenge on prankster until she saw who did it.

"You shouted too loudly, it prevented me from calmly preparing for the lesson," said a golden-haired girl looking out of the window with a bucket in her hands. "Oh, I'm sorry, Judith!..We're leaving!" classmates immediately ran away with a bully, apparently not wanting to get involved with a stranger.

Nora wanted to thank the savior, but Judith quickly lost interest and went back to class closing the window without saying anything. Eckhart spent the rest of the day in peace and quiet. Tired of the amount of knowledge she had gained, Nora went into her room and realized with horror that the same girl was sitting on the next bed.

"Hi, I'm Judith and I'm your roommate."

#Kuro does not forbid me to use her plot move from fanfiction to create other versions of au #We can say that this is the au version - this is an alternative version of her fanfiction with the same plot beginning #The paradox of au-universes #one becomes the cause of the creation of another #death is the only ending for the villainess #death is the only ending for a villainess #villains are destined to die #vadd #ditoeftv #vadd fanfic #ditoeftv fanfic #penelope eckart x callisto regulus #penelope x callisto #penelope eckhart #judith regulus #text #fanfic #au idea #au #derrick eckart #vadd duke #duke eckart #callisto regulus

[writingshushf1]

Heyy, can i please request a forced proximity one bed trope for danny ric? i miss him😭 and reading fics helps lol

thankyouu xx

Suit and tie

Summary: forced proximity: a trope where the two characters are forced to spend time together

Rating: +16

Warnings: some mentions of being hard.

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: this is the second fic of a series that is inspired by @mignonricciardo “formula one drivers as romance tropes'  so the credit of the original idea goes to her! this one is pretty much everything she said about it because it was THE BEST EVER and it even matched with the request- sorry i kinda forgot to do the "same bed" plot, so i put something like that, SORRYYYY

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Your best friend was getting married and you were the maid of honour. The wedding was to be in Fernando de Noronha, an extremely luxurious island - and the best part? Spend ten days there. There would be the wedding rehearsals, dress fitting, but also going out to parties, going to the beach every morning and they had rented a beachfront mansion for the closest guests. 

The humid heat beat against her skin as she stepped off the plane, but in a paradise like this? You wouldn't turn it down. Once there, you were introduced to all of the groom's friends - many you already knew, but one stood out: Daniel, the groom's best man. You knew him from television, from the races and how he was now on a gap year.

The atmosphere already started to get heated as he was definitely flirtatious with you and clearly it would be a total lack of respect to let him down. 

He was your partner in activities for the wedding, yet it seemed he was following you around. Well, actually it was several coincidences - very strange ones. Let’s start that your friend didn’t plan this correctly, so you would be staying in the double bedroom with him, only separated by a door - okay that he mostly didn’t even care about it.

The first morning there, you decided to go to the house gym, a nice way to start the day, but 15 minutes later, he was showing up there. You said hello to each other and each followed your own workout - of course, you were clearly watching him a few times, he was very strong and it made you shy. While he? You were turning on your back or squats and he was totally paying attention to your ass. At the end of the workout, you exchanged a few words, but nothing too interesting.

Monday morning, you came downstairs and there he was, eating at the balcony table. Everyone else was there too, so the only free place was at his table. You served yourself and went over, apologising and sitting down across from him. Again, a small conversation ensued, until the groom pulled you away to some other activity and you were left alone.

In the afternoon? You decided to go to the sauna, it was a moment to relax, just a towel around your body, feel the heat in your body, but the door suddenly opened and who was there? Him, just a towel around his waist. Out of respect, Daniel sat down away from you, however the silence became awkward after a while.

"Third time we've met, funny huh?" He commented.

"Like it or not, the house isn't a hotel, so the chance we'll be passing each other by. And we are in the double bedroom."

"I know, I like it. It's nice to see you several times a day."

You didn't reply, just chuckled softly and remained silent. Your body shuddered at the way he'd said he liked seeing you-not that he wasn't the biggest flirt, but it made a puddle form between your legs.

The bride and groom insisted on going to a nightclub on the island, which was very famous - and luxurious. Plus, they rented a limo, so everyone was squeezed into it and guess who was next to them? That's right, Ricciardo. Your thigh rubbed against his several times because of the curves in the city and the movements of the people. His arms ended up colliding with yours several times, especially when he grabbed a drink. When they arrived at the nightclub, the situation was no different, it was crowded, so even though you closed your small group, your bodies were often against each other - especially that you weren't sober and wanted to dance. You even felt a hand hover over your waist, but it never stayed there.

That same night, you’ve mistaken the bed and ended up sharing a bed with him, which made thing awkward between you two during the rest of the day - you clearly remember only using a shirt and panties and him being only with his trousers, besides the cuddling and the very noticeable boner he got in the morning and how non-discrete he was on trying to get out of the bed.

“You didn’t remember what happened except sharing a bed with someone. And now? That someone had a boner that was right against your ass. You raised your head to see Daniel and soon laid again, not moving that much, it was so embarrassing to share the bed with, cuddle and know basically grinding against his ass and him being hard. Well, the Australian woke up soon, because you felt his body moving, so you pretended to be asleep, so it would be less awkward than it already was. He got up so fast, forgetting that you could ‘wake up’ and see him with a boner.”

On the fourth day, you needed peace, so while almost everyone was at home, you decided to go to the beach, to look at the beautiful sunset that turned the sky into various shades of orange and pink. For a few seconds, you tried to find the perfect spot to feel the sand on your feet and listen to the waves. But then you spotted a tall figure with dark curls and immediately realised who it was: Daniel Ricciardo. You grunted low, thinking about going home. Really, at every possible opportunity you were going to meet? It was getting boring having to say hello and make awkward small talk. 

Soon he spotted you, slapping the seat next to him and you went, since you'd already been caught, at least you'd enjoy him talking and talking for the next thirty minutes. But it didn't go like that. He stayed still, enjoying the silence between the two of you. The sound of the sea waves filled the background, as did the parallel conversations of tourists and locals. It was such a pleasant moment that it seemed something had changed in you.

He accompanied you back to the mansion and you left to each your own corner, however now something had changed. You wanted more completely random encounters with him.

The other morning, again you sat at his table, however he was much more talkative.

"No, but drinking champagne in a shoe may not sound glorious, especially since you just spent almost two hours running, but honestly it's a highlight of my life..."

You laughed out loud at his comment, putting your hand to your face.

"Who's going to want to kiss you when they find out that?”

“Honestly, I think they don’t care that much, I’m a good kisser, you know.”

“Oh, of course you are.”

“I’m being serious! You can test it if you want, full refund if you hate it, which I highly doubt.”

You blushed at his comment and he chucked - Daniel discovered that he loved to make you blush. So he did it again, every single day, multiple times he would flirt with you.

“Oh, that bikini looks great on you, I wonder if it looks prettier when you’re not using them.”

“I bet I can make other parts of your body blush.”

The wedding day came, you were wearing a light blue dress, it was a bit shorter because the wedding was on the beach, your hair was free and the makeup was light. You were holding a small version of the bouquet. Daniel walked close to the other couples that would enter and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. His heart was beating fast and he just wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss into the end of the world - but he held himself, it was his best friend’s moment, maybe after the reception. He also looked smoking hot - white button up shirt with two buttons open, light blue shorts and blazer and sandals.

You two linked arms and soon his mouth was against your ear, murmuring how pretty you looked and it wasn’t fair to the other women there, you were standing out with your beauty. The ceremony was wonderful, you cried a few times, trying not to ruin your makeup - it didn’t actually work, but worth the try.

The reception was at a dance hall two blocks from the beach, so you took your time to go, waiting for the other couples. When you arrived, it was the time for the first bride and groom’s dance, however your friend was quite exaggerated and wanted this big dance with all the maids and their pairs, so as soon as everyone was there, your hands were at Daniel’s shoulder and other hand. You breathed in, nervous to mess it up, but he reassured you that you two rehearsed the whole week, it would be fine. The Australian’s body against yours was a torture, he was so hot and focused on the dance, guiding you through the dance hall without missing a step - and the song “Suit and Tie” didn’t help, it felt so sexy.

“You chose the song, right?” You murmured.

“Of course! They wanted a very slow and kinda sad song, I wasn’t going to dance to that!”

After the food, your best friend was going to throw the bouquet and you wanted to stay away, however Daniel pushed you into the middle of the women.

“Wives tales are not true, Ricciardo!” You screamed at him, chuckling - maybe the alcohol was making its effects.

One thing you didn’t expect was to actually grab the bouquet when she threw - which you gasped in surprise, it wasn’t what you actually wanted.

Or well, was it?

Later that night, you left the bouquet and the party, going to the beach. Soon as you thought you would be alone he appeared.

“Hey! I was looking for you everywhere.”

“Oh, sorry… I needed time away from the loud music.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” He stood right beside you. “I was going to do the same.”

“Are you sure? You could be after me. Very stalker type of thing.”

“Oh, you’re pretty confident, huh?” He smiled. “Okay… Maybe I was looking for you.”

“Hm. I believe that. Why?”

“You…” He grabbed your waist, waiting if you were going to reject his touch. “Look so hot.”

Before you could answer, his lips crashed against yours and soon you reciprocated, letting your tongue go against his, in a heated and desperate kiss, like you’ve waited almost ten days to realise that you should have been doing that since the moment you two laid eyes on each other. He didn’t wait much to pick you up in his lap, going back towards the house, laying you on the couch.

“What if someone sees it?”

“No one will, they’re getting drunk at the party.” He let little kisses around your jaw.

“You’re so confident, Ricciardo.”

“And you get horny because of it.” He chuckled against your neck, pulling your waist against his.

“Hmmmm…” You bit your lower lip, feeling the wet kisses against your neck. “True.”

Maybe wives' tales were true.

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo blurb #dr3 #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction #daniel ricciardo one shot

[roronoaism]

♥︎ GUEST STARRING ! ♥︎

+ warnings: unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cam girl! reader, praise?, modern au!, sex on camera, creampie, mentions of jealousy, mentions of vibrators, porn w plot, sorta rough + ooc albedo

+ ft: best friend albedo 

+ desc: he was and still is your best friend, and has always supported you through your ups and downs. but this new career you’ve pursued and kept from him has him jealous of the attention,,, maybe it’s time you have a guest star for a stream?

nsfw under the cut,, mdni !!

for @ayatomic​ girls on film collab !

you and albedo had always been there for each other. the two of you were seen as inseparable, and had promised to be there for one another through thick or thin. time had proven you two right. 

normally, there weren’t any secrets in your relationship. you told him everything, and he told you everything, whether it was embarrassing or not. 

but this, this you couldn’t tell him about. and somehow, he hasn’t found out.... yet. 

summer had swept the city, and with the season comes boredom. normally, you would help albedo with his alchemy studies, since he took courses over summer. but this one would be different. it was time you got a job to help pay for the shared rent, and desperate times call for desperate measures. 

so that’s how you got here. you started streaming as a camera girl, getting yourself off on streams whenever your albedo wasn’t home. it got you a LOT of money, quickly, and he didn’t question where it came from (after all, he thought so highly of you, why would he ever CONSIDER the fact you might be showing 40 year old men your glistening folds on cam?)

of course, every secret finds its way out.... eventually. and sometimes, the way those secrets are found out are embarrassing. 

you didn’t want him to find out like this, archons, you didn’t even expect him to come home this early. yet here he was, standing in the door, watching you get off in front of your webcam. 

you stared at him, his face blushing and warming. please, shhh, you mouthed to him, hoping he would get the cue. albedo nodded, a look of worry and confusion on his face. he sat by the door, and stared at his lap. 

a couple more minutes passed, and you wrapped up your stream. 

“albedo, what the fuck?” you said, without making any eye contact.

“i should be saying that, y/n.... what was that stunt back there? are you selling yourself? making porn? what’s going on?” your best friend looked up at you woundedly. “if your having some sorta self confidence issues, you know you can tell me, right?”

“i’m sorry, bedo, i shoulda be more honest. i’ve been doing this for a couple weeks to make money so i can help with the rent, i felt guilty and-”

“it’s fine, i just wish you woulda told me......”

“‘m sorry bedo” you whispered, hugging him. you didnt realize how awkward it was until he said “uhm, y/n, your clothes are still off-”

                                                         ----

the next couple of days passed by in a blur. albedo went back out to research, and you continued on with your streaming. everything seemed normal again, at least to you. however, on albedo’s hand, that wasn’t the case.

he grew jealous of the attention you were giving to others, and vice versa. it felt like you just didnt have time for him anymore, let alone that there was probably some other things you were keeping from him. 

albedo had a nice surprise for you, and defiantly one for your sick twisted ‘fan base’.

                                                        ----

albedo came home earlier the next day, walking into you shoving a vibrator in and out of your abused cunt and rubbing your tits while moaning some random guys name.

he rolled his eyes, waiting in the living room for you to be done with whatever nonsense some man with unlimited cash had asked you. it only took ten more minutes till you walked out, fully dressed and cleaned up.

“hey, bedo! how was your day”

“it was normal, but sweetheart, you better turn that camera back on.” he whispered into your ear, cornering you back into your room.

“huh? why do i-” you were cut off my albedo jabbing his knee between your all ready sensitive pussy, giving him a small mewl from the shock.

“maybe its time you had a guest star?” albedo cooed in your ear, turning your legs into jelly. “after all, youve been keeping some attention away from me...”

you slowly walked over to the computer, booting up another live stream. the amount of views spilling in was insane, and you payed no attention to albedo until you realized he was grinding against you, kissing and marking up your neck.

he roughly grabbed you, pushing you down on the bed and ripping off the robe you had grabbed. “lets see how messy i can get you, not some rich bitch.” he hissed in your ear.

albedo pulled aside your panties, the pretty lace ones you normally wore on streams, and jammed two fingers inside. “look at you, already a wet soppy mess, and all i did was tell you maybe you needed a guest star. it’s fine, you look pretty like this~” he nibbled at your ear lobe, listening to the enticing sound of your pretty pussy taking his fingers in and out, and the heavenly mewls and moans you were giving him.

“fuck, your so good princess, look at you, sucking in my fingers,, archons, wonder how desperate youd be for my cock”

you rolled your head to the side, hearing the blings from the computer over your moans and albedo’s fingers squelching in and out of you. comments about the new guy were pouring in! it seems your fans liked seeing you get fucked by someone.

“oh? they like it, huh? guess we’ll give them more~” albedo pulled his fingers out roughly, before sucking them. “god, you taste heavenly sweetheart,, such a shame im gonna demolish your pretty cunt in fronta all these people, huh?”

albedo pulled off his boxer, and threw them near the webcam, before aligning himself with your pussy. he gave you a single smirk, then thrusted right into you. oh, the pleasure! his dick was hitting all the right spots, your best friend had you moaning and mewling like a starved women!! and the viewers were loving it, thousands of dollars were just being dropped into your account!

“b,bedo, please please more!! more-” you whimpered, who knew your best friend could have u wrapped around his finger AND film you two fucking? your pussy was spasing around his dick, sucking him further into your gummy walls.

“l,love ,, your so tight holy shi-it,, ‘m gonna fuck you stupid, got it?” he pounded into you, pushing his face between your neck and shoulders so he could cover your body in precious hickies

“princess, you’re doing so well for me, so well,,, mm”

you felt your high approaching, the knot growing in your stomach. albedo could tell too, so he did nothing other than pound you further into the bedsheets, his dick hitting your cervix. “bedobedobedo” was all you could chant, head rolling to the side from the pleasure coursing through you.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum, r,right into your pretty hole, mkay love?” albedo moaned into your ear, his thrust becoming sloppy and uneven. his words sent you over, your orgasm crashing down on you.

albedo groaned at your cunt tightening around his dick, before cumming right inside of you. he pulled out, watching his seed slowly flow outta you. albedo grabbed the camera and pulled it closer to your cunt.

“see, this is what you could do if you fucked this toy in person, and not your fist” he said to your dedicated fans, slightly out of breath.

as for the money, that just kept flowing in. you guessed albedo might have to be featured on here more often. and that idea had you flustered and a wet,, again.

©2023 roronoaism - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

#albedo smut #albedo x reader #albedo x reader smut #genshin smut #gi smut #genshin impact #albedo #fuck i forgot to add the tags before LMFAO #♥ - vinnies corner

[cowplant-ink]

Modern OFMD Headcanons: Jobs/Hobbies

Stede - Obviously runs a hotel with his boyfriend Ed. Does a lot of work at the front desk.

Volunteers at the library and reads to kids (may have been told off once or twice for being too loud and working the kids up too much.)

Ed - Obviously runs a hotel with his boyfriend Stede. I feel like he does a bit of everything around the hotel, like he's never in one place, one minute he's helping out the catering staff, the next he's in his office doing paperwork and then off having a chat with random guests. He just wants the hotel to be successful.

Not really a hobby, but loves taking Stede to the aquarium for little dates when they have the time.

Frenchie - Lives in a van, and plays small gigs at random bars/clubs when he can. Busks in the daytime.

I feel like his van isn't neat, but also, not messy, like it's organized in his own messy way.

Jim - For some reason, I feel like Jim, Archie and Oulwande go along with Frenchie on his gigs, maybe to help set up and all that, and also just to cheer him on. (Frenchie groupies, lmao, jk.)

Also does special effects make-up, loves to practice on Archie

Archie: Just wants to be near Jim, but she also loves the nightlife, bars, clubs, anything and she's there, as long is Jim with her, of course.

Zheng - Runs a soup kitchen in her spare time with Auntie. Loves to go along with Oulwande to Frenchie's gigs.

Oulwande - Volunteers at said soup kitchen as much as possible, when he's not with Jim and Archie.

Lucius - Is an artist, basically lives at the local art studio. Loves to just sit at the park and sketch.

Black Pete - Works as a welder or locksmith. Always bringing home small gifts for Lucius when he finishes work.

Wee John - Is a tattoo artist by day and a drag queen at night. Maybe he does a little bar-tending here and there.

Izzy - I get fitness vibes, idk, possibly owns a gym, does a little personal trainer work, but had to slow down a bit after losing his leg. One time while getting tattooed by Wee John heard about his drag shows and went and saw one just out of curiosity and fell in love with drag right then and there.

Spanish Jackie - Runs a nightclub with her bartender husband, The Swede.

Buttons - Is a fisherman with a small boat of his own. Keeps pigeons, and has named all of them. Would live in the enclosure with them if he could. Also likes to befriend stray pigeons

Roach - Is a line cook at a small diner, and sometimes sleeps in the diner when he doesn't pay rent at his apartment (I feel like he forgets sometimes.)

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd headcanons #modern ofmd #modern our flag means death #ofmd stede #ofmd ed #ofmd frenchie #ofmd jim #ofmd archie #ofmd zheng yi sao #ofmd oluwande #ofmd lucius #ofmd black pete #ofmd izzy #ofmd wee john #ofmd spanish jackie #ofmd buttons #ofmd roach

[m1d-45]

i am. thinking about reverse isekai some more to get me through these trying times (finals season) and imagine the stress of having to take care of the poor acolyte(s) who ended up in your world (i'm going with adult reader who has their own apartment and job and pays taxes n shit. just bc i don't want to write abt explaining to parents/roommates what tf is going on)...... like ofc it's super cool like omg your favorite characters!!! irl!!! but after the initial surprise wears off?

obviously you can't just leave them out on the streets bc they'll like. i don't know. get fuckin hit by a car or something so you let them stay in your apartment!! your tiny. one bedroom. apartment. it's fine, you can stay on the couch! you barely have enough food to feed yourself, thanks to your minimum-wage budget? that's fine! you don't have to eat that much, and you can't just let your guests go hungry!!

they try to help the best they can, they really do... but all the finished chores and time spent learning how to use the technology of your world don't change the fact that they can't help with the one thing that seems to matter most in this world - money. with extra people to provide for, you're forced to take up extra shifts, work longer hours, just to earn enough to be able to not have to choose between eating and paying rent.

of course, you don't let them know about all this, but your guests don't tell you that they can hear the way you cry late at night when you think everyone's asleep, stressed out by everything that's suddenly been thrust upon you - teddy anon

god man you 🤝 me

that’s so. ugh man-

at first you’re so starstruck and in awe, excitedly talking to them and showing them what every appliance does—partly so they don’t break them, partly because you like the shine in their eyes as they learn.

the first week is easy, and it’s when you’re shopping that the reality of the situation starts to set in.

you’re not used to having to buy for two, and the subject of their clothing comes up quickly as well. not to mention the fact that they’re probably used to more organic or locally grown stuff, and what if they react badly to food here? and that’s putting aside what they like and prefer too, but you can’t let them leave the house since they’re still not used to everything-

and your job, gosh, you’d taken a few days off at first to help then adjust but now you were feeling the sting of that lost pay. not to mention the fact that all your expenses and bills would go up since, yknow, they needed to use lights and water and all that while you were out of the house.

and if more than one were isekai’d? godspeed, man…

thoma and noelle make themselves useful doing chores, but quickly realizing that there’s little to do. they quickly become antsy; though they try and make food for you to return to, they struggle with your appliances and your tastes, not to mention your lack of raw ingredients.

some like diluc, childe, or ayato try and offer you mora, pulling bags of it from their inventories to of course compensate you for your stay, but it doesn’t go over well. you have to deny them and explain that mora isn’t used here, but all that gets you is stunned confusion—and dawning horror, later, but that’s a burnt bridge when you get to it.

others such as venti or xinyan try and perform on the streets, but it doesn’t pay as well as they want it to. ningguang is a bit more confident in herself, but that crumbles the moment she realizes that she both holds no power here nor has any knowledge of the market. she knows she can do something, be useful, but she doesn’t quite know how, and that’s the worst.

a few tend a bit towards the ‘street performer’ type, whether intentionally or accidentally. i can see kazuha subtly using the wind to guess a number someone’s thinking of, and kaeya could easily keep someone talking long enough to perform some quick sleight of hand. no, he doesn’t steal—you’d get far too mad at him for that—but his ornate get-up and smooth voice draw people in often enough that he makes quite a bit in tips.

keqing, ganyu, and ayaka all offer to either get jobs themselves, but since they technically don’t legally exist, they try and help you apply to better ones instead. thoma might try and do housework for your neighbors—it serves a few purposes, including getting a bit of cash, keeping off legal books, and increasing your relationship with them. jean and ganyu try and help manage your finances, or at least learn how to file your taxes to chip away at the stress they’ve caused.

a few straight up offer to steal—yes, offer, they wouldn’t even breathe without your permission of course they’ll come to you before doing crime—such as dainslef, childe, or kujou sara, but you shut that down quickly enough. xingqiu spends a lot of his time on online writing contests, and the occasional 50-300$ comes in your mailbox, but don’t count on it. albedo might try and sell his art, but he’d much rather give it to you, to be honest. your smile is worth more to him than some stranger’s approval.

some are completely lost. itto, gorou, hu tao, sucrose, collei… they’re all at a loss for what they can do to help. they don’t know your world, they don’t know what’s happening, they don’t know why you lie about it being a guest room so they feel less bad about taking your bed. it doesn’t work.

none of them do, really. after a good few months, maybe a year or so, all of them fall to this level of helplessness. they don’t know how to get you back to their world, they don’t even know how to leave themselves, but it’s clear that their presence here is wearing on you. they try, they do, but even the most chipper of your followers can see how dreary you seem.

it feels wrong to lie in your bed. it feels wrong to depend on you, when it should be the other way around. it’s wrong to take your resources and your time, wrong for you to be the one in distress, and they can’t even do anything about it. they’re stuck within these four walls, unable to help you, stuck being helpless.

from down the hall, they hear you sigh, poring over yet another impossible choice, and the sound alone brings them to tears.

they needed to get you home. but how?

#m1d : [chats] #teddy anon #this should be a formal post ughhjcgggg #i need to stop putting words into stuff that doesn’t matter (not that you don’t matter ted but like. this post isn’t gonna reach a lot of #people i really need to shut up) #i know i haven’t been posting but in my defense sun and moon from fnaf sb #it’s ok i was sad earlier today and am prolly gonna cope w kaveh and or alhaitham so that should help settle me back in a genshin mood #mayyyb a thing w baizhu because i have gotten unreasonably attached wayyy too fast

[slowestlap]

Valtteri Bottas was part of a Finnish tv show called "Yökylässä" (sleepover) where the host goes to visit Finnish celebrities and spends two days and one night in their home. This episode aired on February 2nd, 2023 and was filmed at some point in 2022.

Below I give context to the screenshots and have also translated some interesting bits:

1st row: Just some cute random VB photos to start with

2nd row: He really loves gin, first two photos are from his main apartment and right photo is from his weekend house. It simply was too many bottles to fit into one shot (no pun)

3rd row: And here we have him making gin tonic using his own gin brand. The obligatory helmet wall (there was another one as well). He's had this Ferrari for a few months, says blue is his favorite color. He'd have wanted to drive the host around with it but the battery had run out so they went with his red Alfa Romeo SUV

4th row: That's his weekend house near the main apartment but outside the city center. An artist in Monaco offered to make art work (something funny) for him and this is what they received. The framed a$$ photo is in the guest bathroom of the weekend house. They sold 5400 pcs of prints of it in 24h and got 50k€ for charity

5th row: They face timed Mika. He (grinningly) says the only advise he can give to Valtteri is "to break later". Just some absolute mint slippers he was wearing when they brushed teeth. That's his boat which is called "Rehab" but "it's almost the opposite (when you go there)". They rent it for others too, a full day is ~5k€

Other stuff i decided to highlight:

There's 3 or 4 feral cats around the weekend house that they'll give food to

The most important trophies are in Finland, the one from his first win is the most special

"It's hard to find apartments that you like to stay in (in Monaco), the prices are crazy expensive and quality is quite bad and they're old"

He pays 9500 € rent per month for his apartment

He wouldn't say how much the weekend house cost

The main reason for moving to Monaco was the taxes. He's calculated that in Finland his net income would be ~20 % of all of his gross income. In Monaco it's 60-70% after his expenses (like managers etc.) At the beginning of his career when things were unsure he thought it's important to try to make as much money as possible, after all the hard work he had put into becoming an F1 driver

He doesn't enojy fame and would rather be unknown but he understands it's part of being in F1 and he'd do anything to be able to live his childhood dream

He drove a kart for the first time as 5yo, jumped out of it and told everyone he'll become an F1 driver

Mika Häkkinen was his idol as a kid. It was a wow moment when he got a call from an unkonwn number in 2007 and it was Mika who wanted to help him in his career

He handles his finances/contracts by himself because it's hard to give someone else control over those things. Also mentions he doesn't like to be a passenger in a car because he's not in control of it

He only goes to social media to post things he wants to share, he doesn't read any comments or dm's

Tiffany does read some comments and said there's now less hateful comments towards Valtteri compared to how much there was when he drove for Merc

He hasn't really been single, after his break ups he's fallen in love quickly again. "It's nice to have a life partner"

Weight mentions ahaed! He talks a bit about the same stuff he mentioned in his podcast last year; he trained himself sick (around 2014). He was having really unhealthy training and eating habits and hid things from his trainer. He thought at the time that was what he should do. "If your team tells you to weight a certain amount, you'll do it". He then talked to a psychologist who said at first he was behaving like a robot without emotions but after that he started to work on getting healthier habits back

Host: "Do you talk about mental health related issues with your colleagues?" - "Not really, it still isn't a common subject to talk about. Even though maybe we should, I'm not the only guy who sometimes struggles".

Host: "How was it when you were the second driver for years?" - "Quite tough. It was so hard to accept but now I've made peace with it that Lewis was a better driver than me. After last year (2021) I admitted to myself that that's just how it goes sometimes." "Did you use to be bitter and jealous?" - "Yes, especially the first couple of years. I didn't hate him, we had a good partnership but I always thought how can I beat him and be better than him and win the championship. But it was tough 5 years. I shouldn't have been as harsh to myself."

He pays the private jet company he uses extra amount of money, enough to compensate the environmental impact. They went to his boat and he said he will compensate the costs too

He mentions that sometimes in the places they travel to it's better to keep quiet and lay low than to speak up about the issues within the country. He does say that in Saudi (2022, after the missile) the drivers decided to not drive but they were guaranteed it's safe to do so and that there's heavy security around the track. "Show must go on" and they weren't really given an option other than to drive. Formula 1 goes to places that pay the most.

Host: "The only thing missing from your life is F1 championship, is that so?" - "Yes."

#valtteri bottas #alfa romeo #ok first of all deal with the black borders #i was too lazy to crop them after watching this thing twice (it was 1h long) #and translating #anyways!! he really does seem like such a genuine down to earth dude #there were more shots of his apartments but idk i feel uncomfy posting them even tho the cameras were literally there #hopefully this is enough to show the vibes #as i felt it's my finnish duty to post about since i didn't see anyone else talking about this 🙈 #hope the vb fans will see this #f1 #alcohol tw

[jordie-gvf]

bikini bottom, danny wagner

summary : you live on the coastline of south carolina. danny comes to visit you for a week.

word count : 4.1k+

warnings : fluff, a lot of allusions to sex, language, nicknames

there might be a hidden marinara sauce recipe of mine in here as well 😏

enjoy ❤️

Danny had lived about 9 hours away from where you lived. He lived in Nashville while you lived on Edisto Beach, South Carolina.Whenever you had seen him, it was in Nashville. 

Danny had made plans to come visit you at your house while he was on a break from tour. He had called you and asked if he could come visit you for a week. You missed your boyfriend, obviously you said yes.

Danny was going to be arriving at Colleton Airport at around 6:30 tonight. You changed the sheets on the bed, cleaned the bathroom, mopped, dusted, vacuumed, even cleaned out the fridge. You made room in your closet and drawers for him. You left spots on the bathroom shelves for him. You made your house homey.

You had taken a nap and woke up around 5PM. You said bye to Zoey, your Cane Corso and made your way to the airport. When you got to the airport, he had already landed and was waiting for you to arrive. 

You pulled up and went inside to get him. You saw him sitting down and you went over to him and said, “Hi Danny,” and sat on his lap. 

“Hi bumblebee, missed you” he said and hugged you as best he could. 

“Sorry I'm late, I took a nap and I got caught in traffic.” you said to him. 

“That's alright, just glad I get to see my best girl, want me to get you a coffee for the road?” he asked you. You said, “I can get my own coffee, D. I'll get you one, I was late.” You walked over to the Dunkin inside the airport and ordered. You grabbed your card and went to pay, but his card was already in the card terminal. You hit him on the chest and handed him a 20. He refused and told you to keep the money.

You got your coffee and went back to your car. He was surprised at the fact that you drove an SUV. “I wouldn't of taken you for a Bronco girl, but I dig it.” he said, as he put his bags into your trunk. You got in the driver's seat and he sat back and relaxed. Mac DeMarco’s “Ode to Viceroy'' was playing on your stereo. South Carolinian sunsets were the best, so you rolled down all the windows and opened the sunroof. 

He took a video of the sunset as you drove and panned the camera over towards you. You smiled into the camera and scrunched your nose. You were stopped at a red light as you looked over to him and asked, “Are you hungry, McConkeys is still open.” 

He nodded but asked if he could drop everything off first. You said yes and told him to get ready. He asked, “What do I need to get ready for?” 

“Zoey.” you said. 

“Who’s Zoey?” he questioned

“My Cane Corso. She's a little lover. She won't leave you alone.” you told him.

He laughed and said he wouldn't mind. You drove to your home and told him, “There's a golf course in my complex, you can rent clubs.” 

He looked over at you in awe, grabbing your hand and kissing it. You pulled up to your condo and turned the car off. You opened the trunk and helped him grab his stuff.

“I'm going to change into a bathing suit with some shorts. I wanna show you the beach. I have towels in my car.” you informed him. You two walked up the stairs and heard Zoey barking. You opened the door and told him, “This is Zoey. She can either be your best friend, or your worst enemy.” He laughed and pet her head. He went into the guest bedroom and said, “I'm assuming this is where I'm staying?” 

You chuckled and grabbed his shirt, “Nuh uh, you're staying with me.” He giggled and followed you to your room.

You took his suitcase and put it on the bed for him. You went into your closet and grabbed your bathing suit. You closed the closet door and let him get changed in the bedroom. You changed and put your shorts on. You asked if he was done, and he said yes. You walked out of the closet and he looked at you with stars in his eyes. 

“You look great,” he said. “It's just a bathing suit and shorts, I've looked better.” you told him and laughed. 

“Not to me,” he said and kissed you. You were in a SKIMS cut out monokini and jean shorts. He had on yellow trunks and you grabbed his hand and went to McConkeys.

“So, what’s McConkeys?” he asked you.

“It's called McConkey's Jungle Shack. It's a tropical themed restaurant, it's very tiny, so we might have to sit outside. They have seafood, burgers, hotdogs, I'm sure you'll find something to eat.” you told him

You drove there and the parking lot was mostly empty. You two grabbed an outdoor table and were served.

“Can I get a Yuengling with shrimp and chips, please?” Danny said to your waitress, who was eyeing him way too much for your liking. She looked over at you and you said, “I'll take a sweet tea with chicken tenders, teriyaki, with ranch, thank you.” and grabbed Danny's hand. 

She looked at your hands together, sighed, and walked away. You got your food shortly and you two ate together, enjoying the sunset. 

The check was brought to you and you quickly grabbed it out of his reach. You put a 50 down and told her to keep the change.

The beach was walking distance away from the shack, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the sand. You could hear the waves crashing against the shore.

You took your shoes off and held them in your hand. You let go of his hand and ran towards the edge of the water. He followed you to the edge and wrapped his arms around your neck from behind, embracing you.

“I know I just got here, but I don't want to leave.” he whispered to you.

You checked your phone and it was 8:30PM, the beach was closing in 30 minutes. “We should get back to the car, it closes in 30 minutes.” you told him.

He sighed and let go of you. You two turned around and made your way back to the car. 

When you two arrived back at your home, you couldn't even make it to the door before his hands were roaming your body. You tried unlocking the door as best you could with his eager hands all over you. 

You shut and locked the front door before being carried away to your bedroom.

“God, I missed you.” he said as you got off of him. You two laid together, in silence. You asked him what he wanted to do within the week he was gonna be there. He said tomorrow, he would go play golf. 

You woke up the next morning and turned to his side, no Danny. You got up and put clothes on and went out to the living room. You saw a piece of paper sitting on the counter when you went to the kitchen.

Went to go play golf, don't miss me too much. - D

You smiled and grabbed your phone, asking him if he wanted lunch when he came home. You went to the grocery store and got some sandwich stuff to make for lunch. You came home and heard the shower running. You set everything out to make him a sandwich. 

When he came out to the living room you asked him what he wanted on his sandwich. “I got turkey, ham, chicken, salami, american cheese, and cheddar. I also got a tomato, lettuce and some olives.” you asked him.’

“Ew, you like olives?” he asked you.

“I fucking love olives, green, black, spanish, I am an avid olive lover.” you told him.

“Olives are gross, but I'll let you enjoy your olives.” he informed you.

You laughed and he told you, “I can make my own sandwich, love.” You shook your head and said, “No, you're my guest, I'm making it for you. Tell me what you want on it.” 

He got up from the kitchen table and came up behind you. He turned you around to face him and wrapped his arms around your waist. “As of right now, all I want is you.” he said and lifted you up onto the counter. He placed one of his hands on the side of your neck and placed his other on your thigh. He kissed your neck until the butterknife on the counter slid onto the floor.

He pulled away and laughed. “I don't want to stop,” he said and put his mouth back on your collarbone. You reluctantly pushed him away, “What do you want on your sandwich, D?” 

“Can you put turkey with cheese, mayo, and some tomato on it for me?” He asked you. You nodded and told him to sit down. You got him a six pack of Yuengling and poured one out for him. You made his sandwich and served it to him with some cheetos. 

He said thank you as you sat down next to him. “What do you want for dinner? I can go back out to the store if you want to rest.” You asked him. Zoey came over to you and you picked her up as he spoke. “You're Italian, make marinara.” he said. “I do have my Mom’s recipe. What kind of macaroni do you like? I have stuff to make meatballs too.” you told him. He perked up and said, “I like Rigatoni. Can I help you?”

You nodded, grabbed your extra large saucepot and told him to finish eating. You grabbed all of your tomato products along with an onion, garlic, fresh thyme, fresh rosemary, fresh parsley, fresh sage, a few bay leaves and most importantly, fresh basil. You got the ground beef and pork out of the fridge to make meatballs. You got the bread crumbs, sugar, half and half, italian seasoning, and an egg. 

You told him how to make the meatballs and left him to do so. You added a little oil to the pot and added your whole, peeled onion and your entire head of garlic, smashed. Once those had some nice color, you added in your San Marzano whole tomatoes and squished them, along with a can of tomato puree and a can of tomato paste. You added the fresh herbs and the sugar into your sauce. 

You helped Danny cook the meatballs and once they were done, you added them to the pot. You cleaned the dishes you dirtied and sat on the couch with Danny and Zoey. “What do you want to do?” you asked him. “I have puzzles, board games?” you told him.

“I can think of a few things.” he said and pulled you on top of him.

When you woke up, you heard the shower running. You got out of your comfy bed and put a shirt and shorts on. You went to stir the sauce, not wanting it to stick. You checked the time and started boiling water. 

You added the macaroni and waited on the couch for Danny. He came out with his hair wet and asked if you could help him with something. You nodded, got up and followed him to the bathroom. He asked if you could put his hair product in for him.

You helped him do his hair and he grabbed onto your waist and rested his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled away to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you out to the kitchen. 

You two shared kisses as the macaroni was cooking. “I don't ever want to leave.” he said as he pulled away from you. “Then don't, you can stay here with me.” you told him and smiled. “I wish it was that easy, love.” he said as you pulled him back into your arms. You heard Zoey barking outside the window, at another dog who walked by. “Zoey Elizabeth, stop. That dog is not doing anything to you.” you told her. She stopped and walked over to you and jumped up onto Danny's leg. “Do you want me to take her out?” he asked you. You said, “If you want to. Her leash is over there.” You pointed to her leash and he walked over to the front door. “Come on, Zoey girl.” he said to her as she walked down the hallway to go outside.

You smiled at the sweet gesture and heard the timer go off for the macaroni. You strained the water and put the macaroni back into the pot. You brought it over to the stove and added some sauce and meatballs to it. You grabbed the romano and ricotta cheese and brought it over to your table. He came back in and hung the leash up. “Can I give her a treat?” he asked you. You nodded and got him a treat. 

He gave it to Zoey and she walked away with it. You told him to sit at the table as you got him a drink. “Are you gonna let me do anything?” He asked you. You shook your head no and said, “Nope, you're my guest.” He sighed and let you serve him. You put his drink on the table in front of him and he rubbed your lower back and rubbed your ass. “Hello Waitress.” he said to you. You laughed and sat down in front of him. 

You two finished up dinner and you grabbed ingredients to make a cake. You had asked Josie what his favorite cake was and she said, “Funfetti, white icing.”

You told him to go sit on the couch and to never come into the kitchen. You made his cake and frosted it for him. You told him to close his eyes as you walked him into the kitchen so he could see what you made for him. 

“Open!” 

“Baby, is that a cake? Do you ever get tired of being in this kitchen?”

“No, come on, slice it.”

“Should I make a wish?” 

“Cut the fucking thing already, Danny.” 

He cut into the cake and you grabbed two plates for you two. You sat down at the kitchen table together, savoring the time you two had. 

Once you both finished, you cleaned up your mess and told him to sit on the couch. He picked Zoey up on the couch with him. You looked at him from the kitchen and asked, “Do you want to play a game or anything? I have Monopoly, Clue, Cards Against Humanity, you can look in the tv cabinet, they're all under there.”

He stood up and went over to the cabinet. He grabbed a puzzle and said, “How about a puzzle?” You nodded and got yourself some water. He opened the box and laid out all the pieces on the table. 

About 50 pieces in, he swiped the puzzle off the table and said, “Screw the puzzle,” and picked you up. 

You woke up at around 8AM and saw Danny asleep next to you. He had his back turned to you, so you moved his hair off his bare back and gave him a light kiss. He stirred awake and turned to you. He pulled you closer to him by your waist and said, “Did I hurt you last night?” You shook your head no and kissed him. He pulled you on top of him and played with the hem of your shorts.

“We should probably get ready,” he said in your ear. You chose a black hoodie and black leggings.  

You and Danny were driving up to Charleston to go to the Aquarium. They opened up at 9 AM, but it would probably take about an hour to drive there. You two got dressed and headed for Charleston. 

You stopped at a local breakfast restaurant and ate there. Before you left, Danny offered to drive. You let him drive the rest of the way and sat in the passenger seat, quiet. He asked if you were alright and you said, “Fine, I'm just tired.” He put his hand on your thigh and listened to the music you were playing. 

When you got there, you found a place to park and got out of the car. You pulled the tickets up on your phone and showed admissions. They let you in and Danny said, “I'll be paying you back for those tickets.” 

You laughed and said, “The fuck you are,” and continued walking in front of him. Sadly, they had the river otter enclosure closed due to renovations, so you couldn't see them. The two of you walked around the aquarium together, saddened that he had to leave the next day. 

Around 1, you heard Danny’s stomach rumbling next to you. “Hungry?” you asked him. He nodded and you led the both of you to the cafe that was in the aquarium. 

You had gone to the bathroom while Danny ordered your food. When you came back out, you saw a few girls looking at him. When you walked back out, they paid no attention to the fact that you were there with him. 

When you had finished eating, the same group of girls looked you up and down and scoffed. As you were leaving the cafe, you reached your hand around and grabbed Danny’s ass. “What was that for?!” he exclaimed. “Group of girls were staring at you, and had to show them you were taken,” you explained to him. “I love it when you're jealous.” he said and grabbed your chin as you walked out. 

When you and Danny got home, you played Monopoly and took a nap. When you woke up, Danny was still asleep beside you. You decided not to wake him up and went to make dinner.

You left him a note and went to the store down the street. You grabbed everything to make your beef and broccoli. You got home and started cooking everything. You left the bedroom door open and let Zoey up on the bed to lay with Danny. You could tell Zoey liked him, she cuddled next to him as he slept. 

You sat down next to him on the bed and moved his bangs out of his face. “Danny? Honey, it's dinner time.” you quietly to him.

He stirred awake and put his hand on your arm. “Why didn't you wake me, I would’ve helped you.”

You shook your head and said, “You need sleep, Danny” He rubbed your arm and sat up. “I have something I need to take care of, in the bathroom. That low cut shirt is doing something to me.” he said. You laughed, got up, and tended to dinner. You could hear him moaning in the bathroom. You also saw Zoey, head lifted up, ears perked up at the sound of him. 

Once dinner was done, you made him a plate and called for him. “Danny! Once you're done thinking about me in the bathroom, dinner’s ready!” You heard him yell out a thank you as you sat down with the drinks in your hands. He walked out of your room, fully dressed. He sat down and thanked you for dinner.

Usually, Zoey ate the same time you did. You made her dinner and fed it to her out of her slow feeder. She drank water and went to sit on the couch. 

You finished up dinner and he offered to clean the dinner dishes. “You have done more than enough while I've been here, sit.” he said, firmly. “Okay, I'll go take a shower.” you said to him. “No! Not without me. Sit on the couch.” 

You did exactly what he said and sat on the couch, waiting for him. “We never finished our puzzle last night, Mister.” you said to him. 

He finished the dishes and walked over to where you were. He stuck his hand out and said, “Come on, now we can shower.” 

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you off the couch. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You laughed as he ran to the bathroom. 

He put you on the bathroom counter and took your shirt off for you. “I like that bra. Send me pictures of you wearing it next time.” he said to you. He unclipped your bra and pulled you off the counter to pull your leggings down. He got onto his knees and kissed down your body. Once he got to the waistband, he put his hands on your hips and looked up at you as he kissed your stomach. Luckily, you had your phone right next to you on the counter. You pulled up the camera and quickly snapped a picture of him, brown eyes looking at you from below, hands on your hips. You grabbed one of his hands and pulled him up so he could stand on his feet. You ripped his shirt off and viciously made out with him. He leaned forward and put his hand on the mirror behind you as you two made out. 

You put your legs around his waist as he lifted you up off the counter and bent down to turn the shower on. He stepped into the shower, you still around him. You kissed his neck as he said, “We both need to shower, come on. I know you don't want to but we have to.” You reluctantly got off of him and continued with your shower. 

Danny had gotten out first as you continued with your shower. You got out and got dressed. You heard Danny in the living room on his phone. 

“How do I tell her that I'm going on a six month world tour and won't be able to see her for that long? Sam, she's gonna be heartbroken. We see each other at least once every month.” Danny said. You had been introduced to his bandmates a long time ago, so you knew who he was talking to.

“I'm not going to be an asshole and not tell her, Sam! That would kill me and her! I need to tell her, I just don't know how. Should I do it at the airport tomorrow when she drops me off? Should I do it tonight before bed?” he asked Sam.

“I'll do it tonight. Do you think she'll be mad at me? I hope she doesn't get mad at me. I just love her so much. I don't want to hurt her.” he said. You came out of your room and said, “Danny, it would've never hurt me. You have a job. A reputation. It wouldn't of made me mad in the slightest.” 

He whipped his head towards you and said, “How much did you hear?” 

“All of it.” you told him.

“I didn't want to keep it from you, you're a part of my life too. Jita and Dana want to make a Greta girlfriends group chat, and they want you in it, I sent Jita your number. They said they will share tour dates. We are going to Greenville next month, I know you're from there. We can get you a pass, so you can come to the show.” he said to you. 

You sat right next to him on the couch and said, “I'd want nothing more than that.” He grabbed your face and kissed you. “Let's go to bed, yeah?” he asked you. You nodded and got up and walked towards your room. “Your ass looks great in those pants, babe.” he said, behind you. 

He laid down in the bed and you crawled on top of him, your favorite place to sleep. “What time is your flight tomorrow?” you asked him. “9.” he said. You started crying and he kissed your forehead. “Don't cry, bumblebee. I'm gonna come back soon. I promise. We can facetime every night.” he said and rubbed your back. You looked at him and he pulled you up closer to his face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

When you woke up, you saw Danny packing all of his stuff up. “Hi,” you said to him, very unenthusiastic. He turned around and walked over to your side of the bed. “I know, I don't want to leave either,” he said and hugged you. 

He pulled away and continued packing. You left the house around 6:30, so he wouldn't be late. You two ate breakfast at the same dunkin you went to when he first got there. You finished your breakfast sandwiches and sat with him near the terminal. 

He turned to you and whispered in your ear, “Quickie in the bathroom?”

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Kiss and meet [Eddie Munson]

Eddie Munson x Latina/Hispanic Chubby Reader

Eddie has been thinking about you scene the party. He thought sneaking you out would be an amazing idea. So he threw rocks at your window and couldn't wait to take you out. You two have fun and then he invites you to meet his club members.

YOU ALL WERE SO SWEET IN THE LAST ONE 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

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Your family from your dad's sids was over at your house. You didn't talk to them much other than greeting them and answering some questions they asked. You mostly spend the time in your room. But now that they know you dropped out of college, for sure they were going to talk about you behind your back.

Your parents were alright with you dropping out. They did react badly but they saw it was your life and just brushed it off. You knew they were still disappointed that you dropped, but at least you have a nice job that helps you pay rent and food.

But you weren't worried about them talking behind you. You were rather excited today! Eddie asked you out and you are sneaking out. Your parents don't like you going out while there are guests around. So the best thing to do is to sneak out. It's not like it's the first time you've ever sneaked out.

You walked down stairs and grabbed a glass of water. "I'm going to bed early. Good night." You say and everyone says goodnight. You stopped halfway to the stairs and listened and watched their conversation. "Well, Analilia is in college and she's almost going to graduate! She's going to get an amazing job." One of your aunts says. "And [Name] dropped out only to work at a horrible job." She says. "Yes, but it's her decision." Your mom says, sounding annoyed.

"I bet her excuse was stupid too. I mean, she isn't even married! If she doesn't want to go to school, she at least has to get married." Your aunt says and your father's eyes go wide. "Mi hija tuvo una buena excusa. Y no andes hablando de mi niña así. Si sigues así, por favor, salgan de nuestra casa." Your dad says. Your aunt nods and apologizes. You knew she would, she doesn't even live in Hawkins. Your uncle wanted to visit because he and your dad get along well.

You couldn't help but smile and walk up the stairs quietly. You locked the door to your room and started to prepare yourself. You grab a bunch of clothes out of your closet till you find the perfect one. Once you were done with that, you did your makeup and soon added some perfume.

You hear something hit your window and you smile knowing who was out. You opened your window and saw the long haired man. You grabbed your bag and threw it at him. He catches it and then sees you climb out of your window. "Wowo! Hold it!" He says and drops your bag. He prepares for when you could fall. You successfully landed with no injuries.

"Eddie!" You say, wrap your arms around and kiss his cheek and the other. "Okay! Let's go then!" You say as you walk to his car. Eddie touched his cheek and smiles like an idiot in love(which he very much is). He followed and got in his car. "Alright, you ready?"

"Yup! Let's go!" You say and he starts the car and goes. You weren't really talking much and he could see you were a little upset.

"I told my friends about you." He says. You raise your eyebrows and look at him then back to the window. "You better have said something nice about me." You say and Eddie smiles. "I did and they absolutely love you. Dustin wants to meet you." He says. "He also said he wants to go to a party with me too because it sounded cool." You chuckled and said, "Well lucky for him, there will be a party in 2 weeks."

"Another one?"

"Yup! And you will be dancing with me this time. Mom had you all day last time." He chuckled as he remembered how your mom had him moving all day. "I'll gladly dance with you and show you how well I dance to Mexican songs." You laughed and Eddie melted. He loves making you laugh. You locked hands with Eddie and say, "Thank you."

"For what?" He asks as he tries to keep looking at the road. He was for sure going crazy right now.

"Making me feel better. Family from my dad's side were talking shit about me."

"The same aunt from the party?"

"No, from my dad's side." You say and hold tightly on to his hand. "They are here because my dad and uncle get along and are throwing a small party. Just family." You say. "But you can come over."

"When is it?"

"Like in 2 days."

"I can't, I have something to do." He says. He had a meeting with his club. He'd love to go! He enjoyed the last party and he for sure would love this one. But he had to go to play D&D. "Can I go with you?" You say and lay your head on his arm.

"W-With me?"

"Yes. I have nothing to do there. All there will be is chisme and drunk uncles and aunts."

"Where I am going is to play D&D." He said and you smiled. "Perfect! I can meet everyone! I'll probably bring everyone something to eat." You say. "Also where are we going?"

"We are almost there." He says and soon goes into the woods. You smiled and knew where he was taking you. "Lover lake?"

"I mean, we can look at the stars and probably just, you know, know more about each other." He says and bites his bottom lip, in hopes of you liking the idea. "It sounds way better than being taken to a restaurant."

"Oh thank God. I was going to take us to a record store or a restaurant." He says and parks his car. "Ohh, the record store is actually a really cool place. It will be our 4th date then." You say as you hop out of the car. Eddie was so in love with you. This man would do anything for you.

Eddie gets out of the car and locks the door. He opens the truck and gets out two brown bags and a blanket. "¿Y qué es eso?" You ask, pointing at the brown bags. "No clue what you said, but I'm guessing what these are." He says as he holds the bags up. "This will be our very fancy dinner." He says and hands them to you.

"With our very fancy and fine soda drinks." You giggled at him and nodded. "Alright Mr. Fancy guy. Let's go on our fancy date." You say as he closes the back and walks with you. "Sooo, what were you studying In college?" He asks. Eddie is actually really curious about what you studied. He also wants to know why you dropped out and what made you come back to Indiana. Also your favorite artist and he wants to learn a bit of Spanish cuz it sounds really romantic to him.

"Well, I studied to be a lawyer. But I saw that I had to study and study even if I graduated. So that was my first reason. The second one was money. I couldn't afford it so I left California and moved back to Indiana with my parents." You say.

"What about you?" You ask. "Oh, well… um, I haven't graduated." He says and finds the perfect spot for you two. He lays the blanket down and sits down. He puts a drink down and pats down, making you sit down.

"But I am for sure going to graduate this year!" He says as he sips his soda. "I'm sure you will." You say as you hand him the bags. "I'll even help you with your homework."

"Really?"

"I already passed through that. I'm sure I can do this." You say and look in the bag. "You got tacos?"

"Yeah, I really liked the ones at the party so I decided to get some for us." He says. "But I didn't really understand what he was saying so I got us like 4 different meats." He says and holds out to places. You get out the two others and smile. "Aww, Eddie." You get closer to him and kiss his cheek. "That's really sweet of you."

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and said, "Stop, I'm blushing." You laughed and grabbed your soda. "Let's eat then!"

You grabbed your plate and unwrapped the tinfoil around it. "Also, they gave me like 5 small cups of salsas. And half of them were opened." He says as he holds out the ones that survived. "Thank you Mi amor." You say. As Eddie stops himself from eating his taco and looks at you. "You called me what?"

"Mi amor?"

"W-What does that mean?" He says as he has a smile on his face. "I think you already know with that stupid sweet smile in your face." You say and Eddie looks away. "Probably, probably not. Need to confirm if it is what I think it is?" You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "It's my love."

"Aww stop! I'm so red right now." You laughed and shook your head. "Oh I am sorry my lady. It's just I love seeing your blush." Eddie smiles and eats his food. "So, um, how's life?"

"It's good. Haven't sneaked out in a long time. So let's hope I don't get my ass whooped."

"You still get hit by your parents?" Eddie asks, concerned. "Umm, yeah? If you live under their roof, and by their I mean my parents, you must follow the rules."

"Aren't you like 20?"

"Yes, but I live under their roof." Eddie just nods. You two continue to talk and laugh. Eddie tries repeating Spanish words that were probably bad words you told him to say. He always asks if it means good or bad and you say good. But to never use them on your parents. That just confirms their bad. But he still says them to get you to laugh.

You two are now lying on the blanket and watching the stars. Eddie really isn't because he's just looking at you. You are the only one looking at the stars. "Hey, what time is it?" You ask. "It's…" Eddie checks his watch and says, "it's 12:30."

"Shit!" You sit up and get your belongings. "We need to go!" You say and Eddie gets up. He tries to help you get up, but decline nicely and get up yourself. You two get in his car and took off. "I am so sorry Eddie. But I don't want to get in trouble." You sat. "Don't worry, you are all good." He says and holds your hand. You hold his hand and calm down. "I had lots of fun today." You say. "I was hoping you were going to like it." He says. You two soon get to your house but he passes by it and parks his car. "How are you getting in?" He asks and gets out. You get out and say, "My brother left a latter where my window is." You say and you two walk to your place. You sneak behind the house and Eddie just follows you.

"Well, my stop is here." You say and Eddie sees the latter. "Holy shit, he actually left it there."

"He likes you. So he put it there. He used to not leave it there if he didn't like a guy I dated. " he just nods and you get close to him. "I actually had lots of fun. I'm excited to meet your friends." You say and tilt your head to the side and smile. "T-Thats good." He says and gulps. "They will love you."

"I hope so." You say and cup his cheeks. You get closer to his face and soon, you two almost touched lips when you stopped. He was scared you could hear his heart. But he kind of wanted you to hear just to show how crazy in love he is for you. You gave him some time to pull away but Eddie just pushed you in and kissed you. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around him. You pulled from the kiss and smiled. "See you later, Eddie."

"Yeah, see you later [Name]." You go up the latter and Eddie sees you get in. You waved at him and closed the window. Eddie whispers a small 'yes!' And jumps. He runs away and goes to his car. Eddie goes in his car and laughs. He hides his face with his hands and giggles.

Ohhh how he was going to tell the guys what happened and for sure they were going to be jealous.

"Don't believe you." Mike says. "Seriously?" Eddie says and Mike shrugs. "You say all of this but haven't even introduced her."

"I literally told you guys about her, the food they gave at the party, and her family last time." Eddie says and he hears Gareth hum. "I mean, we really can't believe you if we haven't met her." Gareth says. The rest nodded except for Dustin. "You all really think I can't date people?"

"I believe you do." Dustin says. "And I'd like to meet her." He says. "And you will! In two days!"

"That's when we play!" Mike says. "And she's coming over! We talked about it." Eddie says. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. They really think he can't pull?

He groans and says, "She's coming in two days. She says she is bringing you all something. So be kind!" They all nod and Dustin does a little cheer.

"But isn't that the day we play?" Mike questioned and Eddie nods. "Yes, and she would like to see us play?" Mile rolled his eyes. "Can't she come another day?"

"Nope, it's already planned."

"I am so nervous." You say as you check yourself in the small mirror. You fixed your hair and checked your earrings.

"Calm down. They will like you. Plus, they are kids." Eddie says and parks the car in front of the school.

"Yes, but a good first impression is very important, Eddie. Plus, they trust you and I want them to trust me too." You say as you hold on to the regtengal tray. "You think they like sweet stuff too?" You ask. "We will see." He says and signs. He holds your hand and kisses it. "Everything will go well. Trust me. Dustin absolutely loves you." He says and he sees you smile. "There is that smile." He says and kisses your cheek.

"Ya parale." You say and you feel your ears get hot. "Okay, how do I look?" You ask as you look at him. "So fucking gorgeous." He says and you giggled. "Stop or I'm going to kiss you again."

"Oh, I'd love that." He moves your hair behind your ear and looks at your lips. You look at him and get close. "HEY! YOU TWO COMING OR ARE JUST STAYING THERE TO MAKE OUT?" You pushed Eddie away and looked behind him. There was a boy with a cap on. He had the same shirt that Eddie had. His eyes go wide and smiles. He waves at you and you smile at him. "Hello!!" You heard him say and you giggled. "He's so adorable." You say. You get out of the car while holding the tray.

The boy runs up to you and waves. "Hi! I'm Dustin!"

"You're Dustin! Eddie has told me about you?"

"Really?" You nodded and his smile went wider. "Hahaha! Nice! What did you get there?" He asks as he points at the tray. "Um, it's Flan." He gives you a puzzled look. "It's cream caramel." He tilted his head to the side and shook your head. "When we are inside, you can get a slice." Dustin nods and walks inside. "Let's go then." Eddie says and holds the tray for you. "Dustin is like a huge fan of yours." He says as he walks beside you.

"I can tell. He seemed really excited to see me." You two head to his club classroom and hear Dustin. "She's here! She even brought something called a flan? I honestly don't know what it is but she says it's sweet." He says and they just nod. "How much did he pay you?" Mike asks.

"Ouch, a little offended you guys don't think I'm real." They all look at each other and their eyes go wide as they see you. "That's her! That's [Name]!" Dustin says. "And she brought us flan."

Eddie walks in and points at an empty chair. You sit on it and look around. It was all decorated on theme and even Eddie had a chair that looked like it belonged to a king. "So, um, how long have you been together?" Mike asks. "I guess 4 weeks?" You say and Eddie nods. Eddie is just so happy and lucky to have you. He feels like the luckiest man alive right now. Eddie is just looking at you the whole time while the rest ask you questions about yourself.

"Eddie says you speak Spanish, say someone in spanish." Dustin says. "What do you want me to say?" You ask and he thinks for some minutes. "Anything really."

"Si eso dices." Dustin is impressed and tries copying what you say. Mike tries correcting him but he also fails at it. "What does that even mean?" Mike asks. "If you say so." He nods and says, "Can we have a piece?"

"Go ahead. I brought it for a reason." Mike is first to go and then the rest. Soon, they start their game while you eat your flan and giggle whenever they do their acting parts. It was honestly fun being with them. Soon the game came to an end.

You all said goodbye as you went with Eddie and drove off to your house. "What did I tell you? They loved you!"

"Thank God, I was so worried that they would hate me."

"They would never. You are so sweet. How could someone hate you?" You chuckled and shook your head. "Stop being so sweet Eddie."

"I'm telling the truth!" He says and you giggled. "Hey, so I got you something." Eddie says as he parks his car. He looks behind and gets out a bag. "I remember you said you liked, um I honestly don't know how to pronounce their name but here." He says and hands you a cassette tape. You screamed when you saw the cover. "Holy shit! You got me [F/Spanish artist from the 80s]!" You grabbed his collar shirt and pulled him into a quick kiss.

"Thank you so much. Fuck, I owe you for this."

"N-No! You're good!" He says. "Seriously, thank you so fucking much Eddie. God I love you for this." You put it in your bag and held his hand. You kissed it and looked at him. Eddie smiles and starts driving again. "So, the party. When is it again?"

"In two weeks. It's my cousin's quinsañera." You say and Eddie just nods. "What should I bring as a gift?" He asks. "Well, you can bring makeup or clothes. Anything girly you know?"

"I suck at that. You'll have to come with me to go shopping." You smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I'll be helping you. I need to get her something too." You say and lay your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and smiled. You seriously loved this man so much. He's always so kind to you and so loving.

You felt the car stop and opened your eyes. You look at Eddie and smile. Eddie was bright red and you laughed. "Well, I'll see you later. Take care amor." You kiss his cheek and get off. He watches you get inside your house and drives off.

He giggles and thinks, 'hehehe she called me love'

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x hispanic chubby reader #x latina reader #eddie munson x chubby latina reader

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read this month ♥

✗ Satellite | BoosBabycakes | strangers to lovers - kid fic - slow burn - fluff - hurt/comfort - mentions of bullying - mpreg - 78k Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again. Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out. Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more.

✗ not afraid of living on a fault line | maroonmoonlouis | strangers to lovers - friends to lovers - emotional hurt/comfort - omegaverse - famous/not famous - depression - anxiety attacks - suicidal thoughts - gender dysphoria - 55k His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh it off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.” - or the one where Harry is a depressed and anxious beta who spends months at a time in bed, blowing off his band and fans, and remembering when he had something to live for. Enter Louis, the cute omega at his local coffee shop who shows him that maybe the very thing he has to live for is himself.

✗ hungry heart | raspberryoats | omegaverse - 16k "So you're using me and my kitchen for a bigger paycheck?" Harry asks. "What do I get out of it?" "What do you-" Louis parrots in disbelief. "I get a job that doesn't make me work ten hour shifts just to barely pay my rent while you get three meals a day cooked for you." "So, what, you're like some glorified housewife?" Housewife, personal chef, Louis doesn't care. Contract's signed and done; T's crossed and I's dotted. Louis will wear an apron and twirl his hair all pretty if that's what he wants. Even if the job feels more like some drawn out jail sentence, Louis hopes this isn't going to be a long summer.

✗ Apparently by Chance, at Precisely the Right Moment | lousmoonshine | omegaverse - soulmates - soulmate-identifying marks - 19k Alpha Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates. Omega Louis has been looking for his soulmate all his life.

✗ borrow the moonlight | princelouisau | exes to lovers - angst - pining - post-break up - reunions - 37k The door opens, swinging inward and being stopped in its tracks by a firm hand before it hits the wall. Louis looks up, smile plastered on, ready to greet the man who can’t, as an adult, tie his own bloody tie. The smile falls. As does Louis’ stomach, hurtling towards the floor like a poorly-made fairground ride. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. If there’s one bright side to this, it’s that Harry looks as shocked as he does, standing frozen in the doorway like he just opened the door to the ghost of fucking Christmas past. or, Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.

✗ Thawing Permafrost | smittenwithlouis | fantasy - magic - arranged marriage - mutual pining - mentions of mpreg - 22k “Whenever you see a mirage, you will be able to open a portal that leads you to the Oasis. All you have to do is say this,” Harry explains further, pulling Louis out of his thoughts. Calidius, this Coyote demands To be shown the Oasis, Among the simmering sand. Louis’ hands can’t help but hold on to Harry’s forearms in alarm, eyes immediately widening as some sort of lush passage appears before them in the middle of the Calidian desert. Or: Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

✗ Forever Home | thedeathchamber | fluff - angst - emotional hurt/comfort - implied/referenced child abuse - mental health issues - 51k Louis heard humming, soft and melodious, and the scribble of a pen on paper, before he blinked into awareness, his vision focusing gradually to make out the person standing at the foot of his bed. It was a young male nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs. The morning autumn sunlight streaming in through the window lit up the hair that escaped from his bun like a halo. “Hi,” Louis croaked. The nurse’s head whipped up from his notes. “Oh, you’re awake—” When he looked at Louis his voice broke off and his face went slack. “You’re awake,” he repeated.

✗ disillusioned as snow angels | rosesau | exes - getting back together - grief/mourning - college/university - hurt/comfort - angst - minor character death - 22k louis hasn't seen harry in almost two years since harry decided he wanted to start his life anew somewhere unfamiliar. that is, until harry comes back home and louis has to reconcile the past with the present.

✗ you go undercover (you cross your fingers) | forthetherapy | omegaverse - kid fic - touch deprivation - 25k When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently. “Thank you,” Louis says. “My hero.” Harry laughs. “You don’t need rescuing,” he says. or louis didn’t think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for just how challenging it would be. he also wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

✗ treat my mind like an ashtray | beckywritesthings | college/university - Coming Out - trans male character - implied/referenced homophobia - homophobic language - angst - hurt/comfort - no smut - 18k College is a time for trying new things, self-discovery, personal acceptance. Louis likes to think he's got himself mostly sorted out, but with graduation looming, he's got no idea what he wants to do with his life. It's hard to find an exact purpose when the whole world is out there for the taking. Harry knows there's something inside of him that's different, he just doesn't know how to accept it. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff with a thousand foot drop and not knowing if you've got a parachute before you jump. The universe has funny ways of working things out, setting their paths on a colliding course to untangle the strings of their lives.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly fic recs #monthly reads #my fic rec #completed fics #larry fics #my reads

[vampireoccult]

go to ur brother to bitch about ur life & he makes u babysit his pet alien 🙄

melody: --and now he's bugging me about making it 'official' or whatever and i don't know what to doooo, milo you have to help me. milo: and this is about that rhys guy?

melody: yeah. the one who showed up at the memorial for oma a few weeks ago out of the blue. it was a total shock to me, but then mason saw us talking and it snowballed and ahhhh milo it got too out of hand !! what do i do !!

milo: okay, pause. the one thing i don't get is why you're coming to me for relationship advice. that wasn't exactly my field of study.

melody: well for one you're the only person in this house that can understand me. honestly though, would love some input from your freaky alien girlfriend. i've reached that point.

milo: she's not my girlfriend. she's our new roommate. i've gathered from context clues that she's into humans and wants to study them. so i'm letting her stay in one of the perfectly fine guest rooms that you denied for the storage space above the garage.

melody: roommate? so she's paying rent now? with what job? who in del sol valley is hiring purple fish-bug people that the federal government doesn't know about?

milo: we're working on her simlish. and she has a...frighteningly convincing human disguise. she's really into our whole thing.

melody: correction: she's into your whole thing. singular. milo: whatever, it’s not like that. you don’t talk to her so i’m the only one she can have a conversation with around here.

milo: go somewhere with her tomorrow, alright? i'll even pay for it. maybe she can help you with your issues.

melody: ugh, you don't give me any advice then dump your rescue alien on me. i need to smoke. milo: at least crack a window, mel, jeez.

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