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pigcowboys · 8 months

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in ur arms !

pairing: ꒰percy jackson x gn! reader꒱⋆·˚

summary: percy stumbles into your shared apartment after a drink luckily you're there to help him relax.

warning(s): established relationship, forehead kisses, mentions of alcohol (let’s pretend like percy can drink), domestic fluff.

requests are open !!

college was hard for percy.

he couldn't keep up with the long lectures or the fast paced speaking of his teachers, stumbling over his notes as he tried his best to take in everything they said. it'd be especially worse when the hour long period would end and he'd have to book it to the star bucks and few blocks down just so he could grab a coffee before he headed to the library.

the only thing good to came from this routine, percy guessed, was when he'd stumbled into you.

class had ended and percy had sure enough found himself on the same path towards the starbucks, digging around in his back pocket as he searched for any loose change he might have had. sadly, saving the world multiple times was job that was left unpaid. percy was just a broke college student, after all.

the opening of the glass door would alert you to a new customer, your head turning to see who'd came in with a slightly confused expression on your face. the place was empty - for once. poor percy - he was so caught observing the deserted place that he failed to notice you peeking at him from the counter.

a cough from you would tell him of your presence, stumbling over to the counter with a nervous laugh. for whatever reason, he couldn't shake the jittery nerves he'd get whenever he'd look up from the counter's marble material to meet eyes with you.

you made him nervous, embarrassingly so.

he'd hurriedly take his drink from your pretty hands, relishing in the 0.1 second of hand contact between the two of you as he pull his phone out, asking you for your number.

to which you happily agreed to doing.

you rubbed your clothed feet against the arm of your sofa, flipping through one of the hard cover textbooks you'd loaned from the library for your business class. the idea was to study for the upcoming exam for your class - though things happen. somehow you'd managed to start doodling small miscellaneous shapes and animals in your notebook.

you turned your attention towards the old wooden clock hanging just above your tv that displayed the words 10:30 PM on it. already past noon, where was percy? you leaned forward to grab your phone, opening it and reviewing the text message percy had sent you a few hours prior.

he and some friends had gone out for drinks after class to celebrate one of their birthdays. he'd asked if you'd be okay with him coming home late and despite your reluctancy to deal with a drunken partner, you set his worries to rest, insisting he went out with his friend requesting only for him to bring you back a slice of cake to which he only smiled and shook his head.

your gaze lingered over percy's caller id photo, chest growing heavy as you slowly found yourself starting to miss him dearly. you knew percy could protect himself, obviously. you just wondered if results would vary based on level of alcohol intake.

it was much too late to head out and find him too so the only thing you could seriously do for now is just wait for him to come home.

so, maybe the gods took pity on you this time. your head snapped towards the door as it creaked open suddenly, a slightly dazed percy scampering into the apartment. his dark raven hair was messy and sprawled across his face and his clothes, but a t-shirt and a some random jeans - were suddenly unkept and..stained.

percy mumbled out your name, a dopey grin forming onto his lips as he approached you with his arms out to you. shaken, yet relieved you allowed him to his crash his body into you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. it would've been a nice moment if his breath didn't reek of alcohol.

his grip was strong as ever, a stark contrast to the shakiness of his frame as he pulled away from you, grazing the side of your face with his hand. "were you okay without me here..?" he slurred, tilting his head to the left slightly.

"how much did you drink, percy?" you asked sternly, directing his hand from your cheek. "you reek."

percy shot you a confused look but didn't say much else, instead opting to rest his head on your chest as he cradled your torso. if you weren't so in love with him you would've likely threw him off the couch right there and then. yet, your fingers found themselves tangled in percy's hair, threading through the dark tufts gently as you picked out the various pieces of confetti that had landed it's way into it.

despite being holed up in a bar with his friends for a few hours, the smell of sea water still lingered as percy melted into your touch, his heart rate slowly every so slightly as he started to lull himself to sleep. a smile formed onto your face as you watched him quietly. he did stupid things - like jump into shark invested waters level stupid things.

but, you had to admit you could never stay mad at him for too long. one swift solemn glance from him and you'd cave immediately. you were sure, now more than ever, that no matter what happened to you - you wanted percy to be there with us along the way. things like made you realize it.

even if percy was buzzed right now, you never took a silent moment like this for granted at all. between percy's soft breaths and your pattering heart, you were sure all your fears from earlier were gone. another mutter of your name from percy catches your attention as you hum out a 'yes?'.

"i feel.." he hiccupped. "bad."

"yes, alcohol has that kind of effect on people." you joked, picking out a small pink confetti piece that was hiding in between his strands.

percy groaned. "no..it's not the beer." he turned to look up at you with a small frown.

"i ate your slice of cake.."

you stared at him momentarily before bursting out laughing, to percy's dismay. he muttered retorts to your amusement. you guess that was what the stains were. when your laughter finally ceased you simply watched percy with loving eyes, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead before cradling his head.

#percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo fluff #drunk fic #domestic fluff #fuffy fic

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ceruleansx · 11 months

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for eternity | jack champion

↳ pairing : beachgirl!reader x actor!jackchampion

↳ warnings : nothing much but pure fluff, insecurity, comfort

↳ summary : after a long year of filming for scream 6, you, jack, and the other cast members decide to take a trip to one of their beach houses along the coast. you two spend some time together on the beach, only for him to end up confessing his love.

↳ a/n : hey guys!! sry its been a while, but i would really love if any of you guys dropped some requests!!

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"okay okay!!" jenna screamed as she looked around at everyone. "there's gonna be two cars."

she started naming everyone's assigned seats (just for fun), but you weren't paying attention. you were paying attention to jack. he was there in a little puffy jacket, since he got cold so easily.

his curls looked perfect that day. but not like they always were. you loved his hair. sometimes you just wanted to hug him so tight and mess around with his curly hair.

"and in the backback seat is gonna be y/n and jack!" jenna gave you a smirk.

she knew that you had the biggest crush on him ever since you two started filming. you were his 'love interest' and the directers told you that you guys had to spend quality time together.

but you and jack enjoyed each other's company, without any of the directors orders. sometimes you thought that jack liked you, but you were just too delusional.

you nodded as you walked over to jack. he looked and smiled back at you. now it was his turn to stare.

jack liked you for forever. he started liking you when he saw a movie that you were in. he was practically in love with you. in his eyes, you were basically the only girl living.

but he didn't know how to show it.

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jack insisted that you went into the very backseat first. your tummy flustered at his action, but he was just being a gentlemen you thought.

the backback seat was very tight for some reason. so now, you two were basically squished. it wasn't awkward or anything, you two were very close.

"hope your not claustrophobic." you laughed.

his face looked like he was gonna puke, "now i am because i'm next to you." he joked.

you opened your mouth, about to say something, but he covered your mouth with his hand.

he could feel your cheeks burning through his palm, and he smiled softly at the expression and feeling. he patted his lap.

"cmere.." he said softly. "it's gonna be a long drive."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "dude the drive is an hour."

he chuckled softly. "so? lay down, cus when we get there i'm throwing you into the ocean."

"cant wait for that." you said as you laid your head down on his lap.

he was honestly so comfy, and so warm. he smelled good too. he was surprised at his own demand of making you lay down on his lap, but he wanted more.

he laid his hands down on your head and started to massage your scalp. you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, trying to avoid him seeing your face completely red. the others in the front and other back were too busy talking to notice. but jack liked it. he liked being alone with you, just the two of you.

you eventually dozed off to sleep, and jack did too. his hands were now placed on your waist and shoulder, keeping you safe and secure, even though no one was there.

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"cmon sleepy head." jack teased as you stumbled of the car.

everyone finally arrived to the rented beach house in time. the house was just in front of the beach, the type where the backyard door just led to the ocean and sand.

"i'm weak jack!! i'm done forr.." you groaned, pretending that you bag weighed 1,000 pounds.

he rolled his eyes and ran over to help you. he grabbed the strap of your backpack and lifted it up with no effort.

"the hell?!" he laughed.

he heard you snicker in the back of him. "you little liar!!" he grabbed your waist and picked you up.

"jack!! what the heck-" he put you over his shoulder, "oh my gosh jack if you drop me!" you screamed playfully.

"i won't" baby. he almost said it. he practically thanked the gods that he stopped saying what he was gonna say.

you gave up your efforts of trying to get down. but deep down in your heart, you really enjoyed being so close to him all the time. first the car ride, now this? it had to be a dream for you, but you always were overthinking. jack was just being a good friend. nothing else.

but it wasn't like that in jacks case. jack adored you. his eyes were only for you and forever for you. he would practically worship the ground you walked on. or he would paint every sunset you saw. he really hoped you felt the same way.

after everyone got into their rooms, you and jack started to unpack. the room was a good size, and there was one big bed.

"can you unpack fasterr??" you begged as jack folded every single piece of clothing.

"patience y/n.." he laughed inside as he saw that all you wanted was to go to the beach.

everyone was already unpacked, and they all decided to order panda express and play mario kart. but you nor jack wanted to. you begged him to go to the beach with him and watch the sunset.

he folded his last hoodie and he closed the drawer. "done!" he sighed, seeing a big grin on your face.

"finally gosh." you looked at his outfit.

you were already in your bikini. it was jack's favorite one, but you didn't have to know that. it clung your body so perfectly. sometimes jack wished that you saw yourself in jacks eyes. so beautiful.

"what?" he stared confused.

"where's your bathing suit?"

"oh! yeah." he grabbed the end of his shirt and took it off.

youve seen him shirtless before at the pool parties, but boy he was mesmorizing. his abs were toned so perfectly with his skin.

he caught you staring, and he couldn't help but turn a bright shade of pink. he cleared his throat. "my eyes are up here.." he teased.

you blinked before meeting his gaze. "i just zoned out jeezzz, don't worry, those crazy fan girls will take you all for themselves." you rolled your eyes playfully

"hmmm but what they don't know is that theres a special someonee." he hummed.

you gasped. you tried to pretend that you didn't like him, so he could spit out his crush. theres a part of you that was praying that it was going to be you.

"whoo?! who is it who is it." you started to punch his chest softly.

"stop-pp-" he giggled, since he was so ticlish. he blushed strongly again.

"let's just go to the beach you little baby." he ruslted you hair.

you rolled your eyes, "finee."

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the sunset was beautiful tonight. jack thought for a moment. for some reason, whenever he saw a sunset, he thought of you. you were his sunset. his light.

he turned to you, seeing the colors of the sky through your pupils. you turned to him and met his gaze. you two held eye contact for which seemed like forever, until you heared a two shrieks.

"o-m-g!! jack champion!!" some two girls near you and jack's age came running offer.

"that's me..!" he said as he cringed to himself.

he looked a little uncomfortable. he was. a perfect moment with his girl ruined. well, in his mind you were his girl.

"can we pleasee take a photo with you??" they begged.

before jack said yes, they both gave you nasty looks. jack noticed their gaze towards you, and he also noticed you reaction. he saw that you were hurt, and that you were looking at one of the girl's bodies.

'she was really pretty' you thought. jack mustve liked her or something since he did a little pose with her, you also thought.

jack didn't though. ever since he met you, he never liked anyone else. and he knew it was going to stay like that.

after a few more pictures, they finally left. he gave a big sigh and sat on the towel next to you again. "told you." you said.

he turned, his curly hair moving along with his head.

"told me what?"

"those fans girls are gonna snatch you up quick."

he chuckled softly, saddened that you thought like that. "nahh, what makes you think that?"

"they were very pretty. perfect bodies too." you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tight.

jacks eyes turned into guilt and sadness. "well your pretty too.." he said softly.

"yeah but-" you pointed out, "how could a guy not go for girls like them? they got the whole package and stuff."

he paused, scared off what to say next, hoping that it doesn't ruin your friendship. "but maybe.." he whispered.

"maybe some guys don't want annoying girls like them."

you turned your head, finding jack already admiring you. "y/n i-" he stuttered.

why was it so hard to speak? maybe it was because he was confessing his only one true love towards you.

"i'm in love with you. and i know it doesn't make sense because were not even dating, so im not really supposed to say-" he rambled before his words were cut off with your lips.

his breath stopped before he accepted the lustfull kiss. his lips were soft, but filled with such need that hes been keeping. his hands cupped your head as you two started to learn each other's movements.

you finally pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. "your so perfect.." he whispered.

"jack i-" you gulped. "i love you so much, words can't even explain."

"words can't explain how beautiful you are in my eyes y/n. i will love you for eternity." he said.

and with that, you pulled his face towards yours for another deep and loving kiss.

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milesmoralesweetgirl · 9 months

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hobie x f reader !! shes like really hurt after a fight and hobie takes care of her<33

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺: blood, mention of injures, pet names (sweetheart, love), reader being kind of shy, ooc hobie? if i missed anything please tell me.

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: what happens when you knock on Hobie’s door with tear stained cheeks and blood?

you were embarrassed to say the least, walking up the steps as you hug yourself tight. little gasps and tears escape your eyes as you grip your sides, it wasn’t anything serious. but it hurt badly, and you just needed someone.

you never thought that someone would be Hobie, you never hated him, you just found him annoying with his perfect eyes and cool personality, his teasing demeanor never failing to make you flustered.

you knock on his door, and when he doesn’t open right away you whimper, thinking that he’s not there. you knocked again and suddenly you heard his familiar cockney accent.

“jeez, fucking wait for a second!” he yells, he doesn’t know what will approach him when he opens the door, but he didn’t except to see you. so worn out, tear stained cheeks and bloody sides, hugging yourself

“woah, woah, hey what happened here? love, can you talk to me?” he asks, rough hand holding your face delicately as he lets you in.

“i just- it- i didn’t-“ you try to talk, you want to talk so badly, to explain yourself. but your sobs stop you and only thing you could do is just hug yourself tighter

“s’okay, sweetheart, s’okay. Just wait for a moment, yeah?” he says before going to the bathroom getting his first aid kit

he sits you his sofa, crouching down in front of you as he places both of his bigger hands on your cheeks, caressing them.

“M’here, no need to worry, it’s all gonna be okay.” he says before taking gauze, his hands now on your waist as he slowly and softly wraps it around.

“look at me, love.” he says, voice so delicate as he puts his one hand on my cheek, you look at him with your doe like teary eyes, a slight pout on your lips.

“there you go, sweetheart. A little better, yeah?” you just nod, tears still escaping your eyes as he looks at you.

“Need you to answer me, love. Can you do that?” and before you know it you’re in his arms, your head on his chest, babbling

“i’m fine-i’m fine. I’m so sorry H-Hobie, i’m sorry i-i didn’t wanna scare you.” you say it between little sobs and whimpers, he holds you tighter.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. You gave me a good scare there, love. But all that matters is that you’re fine.”

“i’m sorry. i’m so-“ you whimper out before he shushes you again, holding you still. His hand playing with your hair, you don’t even know how this happened, but if it meant being in his arms like this, without a shame you would put yourself at risk again.

#spiderman #spider punk #astv hobie #hobie headcanons #hobie brown #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #fuffy fic #angst to comfort

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tyongbrat · 1 year

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🌷 - fuffly, levemente sugestivo.

um dengo, um cheiro e o teu sabor — haechan.

O cheiro amadeirado invadiu tuas narinas trazendo a sensação de conforto, esticou um braço à procura de haechan por entre os lençóis, mas não encontrou, o que te obrigou abrir os olhos e presenciar a cena do seu namorado se barbeando em frente ao espelho redondo do quarto de vocês.

Os olhinhos de jabuticaba concentrados em cumprir a missão de não deixar nenhum pelinho no rosto, mesmo que você insistisse que era charmoso e gostosinho sentir o toque dos pêlos na sua pele.

O sorriso do moreno aumentou de tamanho quando te percebeu acordada, através do espelho vocês se encaravam, haechan tinha a camisa branca de pijama jogada sobre o ombro, o peito desnudo te prendeu atenção, a calça caída na cintura te acordou algo por dentro, algo que só haechan despertava em você.

— quase posso ler o que você 'tá pensando - ele sorri bobo, vira-se pra te encontrar ao pé da cama. Você puxa o abdômen do garoto, tentando medir forças pra trazer ele até a cama de vocês dois.

— vem aqui, ó, tá quentinho. – você dá batidinhas nas cobertas.

Ele te olha de cima, sorri com toda essa manha que só a namorada dele consegue fazer, e por mais doloroso que seja, Haechan precisa admitir que você consegue convencer ele de fazer qualquer coisa.

O homem engatinha por cima do teu corpo, te faz deitar completamente na cama.

— vem! Vou preparar um café gostosinho pra você. – ele beija teu nariz.

E você solta grunhidos, batendo de leve com as perninhas na cama e segurando o corpo dele contra o seu.

— não quero, fica aqui, Lee donghyuck.

Os corpos quase se fundindo num só, se esfregando por cima da roupa de dormir, a pele dele quente roçando a tua. O ar se tornando rarefeito aos poucos, sentindo os dedos dos pés contraindo de tanto desejo que sente por ele, em meses de namoro a vontade de estar com donghyuck só aumenta.

Descobrir o corpo dele, beijar onde nunca foi beijado, substituir onde foi tocado por outras pessoas pelas tuas digitais. Você quer passear por ele, sentir na tua boca, sentir ele ocupar espaço, se derreter no teu corpo, te encher e te vazar.

Não pode esperar, tem urgência dele a todo momento, não quer ser despudorada, mas quer tê-lo a qualquer custo. Porque ter Lee donghyuck significa ter o mundo nas mãos, significa estar com o que de mais precioso Deus criou, ele é a obra prima da criação ele é o que de mais lindo existe, olhar pra ele é como contemplar uma pintura antiga, é como admirar um céu estrelado. Tudo nele te toca, te faz suspirar e te enche de encantamento.

#Spotify #nct smut #kpop smut #nct x reader #fuffy fic #fic writing #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct 127

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altrodent · 1 year

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In My Arms

Pairing: Donnie Darko x Reader

Genre/warnings: Fluff, comfort read, swearing, slight mention of appearance shaming, (not entirely proof read)

Summary: You have probably the worst week ever, and the only thing that can fix it is your “friend” 🩷🤭

Shit. That’s what this entire week has felt like. From accidentally tripping over nothing, to getting yelled at by an annoying old bitch, and even your closest friend almost dying, you just can’t take it anymore. All you want to do is huddle up in your cave of a room and hide forever. The only thing between you and home is a long couple of blocks, that never seem to end. Usually you’d walk with your… well, you aren’t sure what you are to him, but let’s just say you’re very close. Donnie Darko, your first friend, your first kiss, your first shoulder to cry on. Why don’t you go to him this time? His house just got demolished, his room specifically, you’d feel like an asshole if you talked to him and complained about something that small. Little do you know…

“Hey, wait up!” You gaze out of your peripheral view to see an all to familiar boy running up to you. On any day of the week, you’d love to see him and chat, but your brain is just a big word cloud of emotion. “You usually walk with me.” Your lips purse together, he tilts his head over to look at you “You doin’ okay?” You nod as your teeth start tearing away at your lips, avoiding his eye contact. “Hey…” he gently grabs your shoulders “You know you can talk to me, right? I mean, you do the same for me.” He smiles lightly, it absolutely melts your heart “I know, I’m sorry…” his hand reaches to your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t be sorry. I was actually wondering if maybe you wanted to come by later? You don’t have to of course I just wanted to-“ you smile and your small laugh cuts him off, seeing you like this makes his heart flutter. “Yes, Donnie, I’d love to.” He gives you a big hug before taking your hand and continuing your walk home.

He dropped you off at your house, and told you that you could come over when you’re ready. After an hour or so you had gotten dressed, cried out any unnecessary tears, and got your stuff ready. Before there was a knock at the front door “I’ll get it!” You shouted to anyone else who might be in the house. You open the door and Donnie’s there. “Hey, Don” You smile brightly and greet him with a hug “I thought I was going over to your house?”he hugged back greatly, before gently releasing his tight grip “I know, but I just didn’t want to wait that long.” You laugh “Well, come in. I think I still have movies scattered around my room somewhere.” He nods as you close the door and lead him to your room. It wasn’t too messy, but enough for him to notice the small bundle of wadded tissues and torn memories. He closed the door behind him “I actually also wanted to see how you were holding up.” Your brows raise “What?” He leans against your vanity, “You remember what I said, right? You can tell me anything.” You shift away and go back to trying to find your movies. “I said I’m fine Donnie, don’t worry!” You can’t seem to see at this point. You already cried, but when he goes out of his way to make sure you’re alright, it makes your tears swell in your eyes. You’re now on the floor, speechless, feeling like an ass. He walks over to you, squatting down to cup your face in his hands “Please.” A tear falls, and then it seems like the stream of salty fluid doesn’t stop. He gently picks you up and sits you on the bed. Immediately, you cling onto him as if he were a teddy bear, letting out every emotion from the past couple of weeks. The weeks that felt like months, the months that felt like years, the ‘best years of your life’ scam. He adjusts himself to lay against your oddly plush pillows, with you laying on him. The patterned rise and fall of his chest eventually infecting yours. “Fuck the Fear-Love spectrum shit. I can feel how I want” you mumble into the soft material in his shirt. His laughter rumbling in his chest, “What did I say about letting that hag of a bitch get to a beauty like you?“ “I know Donnie, she just… she made fun of my appearance and my overall person I wanted to go absolutely batshit crazy on her, but I just can’t. I’m weak… I don’t want to get in trouble because of someone like her.” You try and turn away but he pulls you back and without warning locks his lips with yours, though it wasn’t the first time he’s done this, it still just always catches you off guard. He’s sweet, and tender. Passionate, yet gentle, his lips blend into yours like liquid saccharine. What makes him special is that every time you’ve kissed, you can always tell he cares by the feeling of his lips curving into a smile, then when you pull apart all his eyes can seem to follow are you. Soon you pull away and giggle as he followed your lips “If I knew I’d get you like this for telling you how I feel, I would’ve opened up more.” You smile, before a devilish glint appears in his eye “We can always make up for lost time…” his eyes, instead of looking at anything else, stare daggers into yours. It’s almost as if his eyes were laced with a poisonous love, and you can’t get enough of it. Instead of answering with words you just press your lips into his. He hums in approval as his hands gently glide from your face to your hips. Slowly he guides you to move onto his lap, and you obey. He begins peppering kisses on your face, fitting in little praises and nicknames between some of them. He presses his lips against your forehead, before gently holding your face once more “We’ll get through this, together. Just give me your time and honesty, that’s all I ask… please?” His eyes buried into yours again, you hum “How could I say no to you, Donnie?” He smiles softly after pecking your lips one last time “I’m glad to have you in my arms.” Your smile never faltering, “I’m glad you want me in your arms.”

(A/N): I’ve watched it like 10 times, and while this is absolute shite, I just can’t figure out what to write right now. My ideas have run dry 😭

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Part 1 Part 2 Wedding Theme

Eddie slid the ring onto his finger, ignoring the prickling he felt in his own eyes. It was a stupid thing to cry over, part of him knew that. Nothing was even really changing between them, but it still felt good. Irrationally good, like the ring on Steve’s finger single-handedly guaranteed Eddie having him forever.

Steve kept alternating between kissing him and staring at the ring on his finger, “I’m taking your last name, you realize that right?”

“You better,” Eddie grinned up at him, “Because Eddie Harrington sounds horrible.”

Steve laughed, easy and bright as he shifted his focus back to Eddie’s lips. He didn’t know how long they laid there, but he knew it wasn’t long enough. Because one minute he’s sucking on Steve’s tongue, and the next he was pulling away, dragging Eddie with him back onto his feet.

“I have something for you too,” Steve grinned, kissing his cheek, “Wait here.”

He was gone for maybe two minutes, but it was two minutes too long. Eddie was more than ready to get back to making out with his fiance.

His fiance.

That thought alone caused an ecstatic shiver to go up his spine. Steve Harrington wanted to marry him and take his last name. He pinched himself, while he waited, just to be sure he wasn’t in a dream just as Steve scampered back down the hall, an envelope in hand. He passed it over to a confused Eddie, shifting from foot to foot, nervously excited, “Open it.”

Eddie turned it over in his hands, reconginzing the return address, “A letter from Will?”

Steve shrugged, biting his lip as he watched him, “Kinda. Just open it.”

Eddie ripped into the envelope, careful not to tear the actual contents. He pulled the paper out, curious. It was…a design? A beautiful design, a strip of illustration that looked like a decorative ring, the type of thing that he would get a tattoo of.

Then it clicked. He looked up at Steve, eyes wide. He was fidgeting as he waited for his reaction, adorably anxious as he explained the paper in between them, “I thought a tattoo was more fitting? This way, it wouldn’t be overpowered by all your other rings, and you also can’t take it off. Which, y’know, is a plus for me.”

Eddie stared at the paper in his hands, a little bit in awe at the perfect idea. Steve was just so…smart. And he never got enough credit for it. Eddie carefully set the design to the side, immediately pulling him into a crushing hug, “I love it. I love it and you’re a genius.”

Steve laughed, muffled by how hard Eddie was holding him against his chest, “Will’s the genius, I’m just the idea guy.”

They did their round of announcement calls, with Steve profusely thanking Wayne for half an hour, and Eddie for even longer when he made his own call to Will. Everyone else came later, but the secret was out, they were officially engaged.

But Eddie had no intention of staying that way for very long. He was more than happy to speed-run the entire thing, and the two were working on every bit of paperwork they could get their hands on by the next week.

Two long days at the courthouse later and that was that, they were as married as the law was going to allow and neither of them could be happier.

It wasn’t a secret to their friends, or at least, they didn’t think of it as one. Not until Robin and Nancy nearly had an aneurysm over it a week later. They had come over to fawn at Steve’s ring and Eddie’s tattoo when it came up, Robin asking the seemingly innocuous question, “So when’s the big day?”

Steve had cocked his head at her, still smiling but confused, “What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, “The wedding dingus, when’s it gonna be?”

Oh, yeah. That.

Eddie and Steve shared a look, a silent conversation going on between them. Both of them had forgotten about that part. They were much more interested in the whole, life long commitment thing than the actual celebration.

Eddie spoke up first, “We kinda…already did it?”

Steve nodded along, “Yeah, well we got all the paperwork that we could do last week so…”

That was apparently the wrong answer, if the horrified look on their faces was anything to go by. The girls spent the next hour passionately trying to explain to them why a wedding was essential to a marriage, but it was like talking to a brick wall.

Eddie and Steve knew virtually nothing about weddings and didn’t really care to learn. In their eyes, the rings, the paperwork, the new last name, were more than enough for them, but the kids were not having it. And by kids, Eddie meant Nancy and Robin purposefully egging the kids on after their first speech failed to convince them.

“You guys can’t just say you're married, you have to do a ceremony!” Nancy insisted for the millionth time that week, “If there’s no cake it doesn’t count.”

They had them cornered, a fake dinner invite at Nancy and Robin’s place had turned into a full blown wedding intervention. They even had the California kids on speaker phone, which was a low blow, Eleven’s innocent excitement was not helping their low-key marriage cause.

“Yeah!” El’s staticky voice piped up, “Mom and Dad had one, so you need one too!”

“And what about my best man privileges?” Robin asked. She was making that face, the pouty cute one that Steve could never say no to, so he was opting to aggressively hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

Luckily for him, Dustin was doing a pretty good job of distracting her with his own whining, “Why do you get to be the best man? I knew him first!”

“And I know him better! You can be Eddie’s.”

“I was going to be Eddie’s!” Mike yelled into the receiver, “I knew him before literally all of you!”

“By like a day dude,” Lucas called out, rolling his eyes.

“Still!”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Steve sighed, finally emerging from Eddie’s neck, while still avoiding Robin’s eyes, “As heart-warming as this is, we just don’t have the time to plan a big wedding. Not to mention it's technically illegal.”

If Steve thought that would make them all come back down to earth, he was dead wrong. All it did was get Robin to her feet, her signature bad idea face on,“Then we’ll plan it! And you guys won’t have to do anything but show up!”

“And who said it had to be big?” Will piped up, “Hopper and Mom’s was tiny, why can’t yours be?”

“We can do it when they visit for summer vacation!” Max added, “It’s perfect timining!”

Max being so excited was really starting to break them down. Saying no to her in particular just felt wrong, because they were terrible parents who spoiled her to hell and back. Steve sighed, turning his attention to Eddie, “Husband? Thoughts?”

Eddie grinned at him, probably looking like an idiot, but he couldn't help it, not when Steve used that word. He would never get sick of hearing it. He planted a kiss on his cheek, “I think I love it when you call me that.”

He could hear the peanut gallery groan behind him, loud enough for him to whip around and point a finger at them, “Hey! You don’t get to gag at that and then insist we do a whole ass ceremony. Pick a lane.”

“If you agree to it, then I promise that none of us will complain about your gross shit for like a month,” Dustin offered, ever the little conman, “You’re really not going to get a better deal than that.”

Eddie rolled his eyes,“Fine. If it will shut you all up, but I mean it when I say we’re not helping.”

“And nothing formal,” Steve added, “I don’t want any pictures that even come close to looking like my parents' wedding.”

Nancy was already writing shit down, in a notebook she pulled out of thin air, “A button up and slacks is the best I can do.”

God, she was already in full wedding planner mode. But it was too late to back out now, the kids were already going full force, talking ideas over each other while the two of them watched, only slightly alarmed at the enthusiasm.

But the group stuck to their word, and they didn’t bother either of them about anything that had to do with weddings. In fact, they did such a good job keeping their mouth’s shut that Eddie and Steve kinda forgot about the whole thing. With everyone going radio silent on the matter, they just assumed the idea had fizzled out.

That was until Robin showed up on their doorstep in the middle of the night, insisting that Steve had to spend the rest of it at her place. Eddie had been the one to open the door, and in typical Robin fashion, she flew right past him and made a beeline for where Steve was laying on the couch.

Eddie watched as she pulled him up and on his feet, amused and only slightly annoyed, “And why pray tell, are you trying to kidnap my husband?”

Robin rolled her eyes, like Eddie was supposed to automatically understand what she was doing,“He’s not your husband until tomorrow! And it’s tradition to spend the wedding eve apart. Oh, by the way, you're getting re-married at seven p.m. tomorrow.”

Steve let her pull him along, but he was glaring, “You didn’t think to tell us that sooner?”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want to be involved! And you don’t gotta bring clothes,” she declared, pushing him to the door, “We have all of that taken care of.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Eddie, “And you don’t have to worry about anything either. Nancy will be here tomorrow to take care of you.”

“But that’s so long,” Steve whined, glancing at Eddie, “Can’t you just pick me up in the morning?”

Robin rolled her eyes,“It’s not even a full twenty-four hours you losers. Besides, you can both use the time to write your vows.”

God, that was a lot to process in the span of five minutes. Eddie stared at her, “So you’re taking Steve and giving me homework?”

“Exactly. See you tomorrow!”

And just like that Eddie was alone. He flopped down on the couch, still warm from Steve moments before. It was his own fault, he should have known that they wouldn’t let it go. He sighed, reaching for some paper and a pen from the coffee table.

If they were gonna do this then Eddie wasn’t going to half-ass it. He had some writing to do. He spent an embarrassing amount of time coming up with the perfect things to say, multiple drafts and multiple run-throughs, because Steve had made him into the sappiest hopeless romantic to ever exist, something Eddie still wasn’t sure he forgave him for.

He didn’t fall asleep until the next morning, his exhaustion winning over his manic need to write the perfect vows. The next thing he knew there was a familiar knocking on his door, loud and persistent.

He stumbled out of bed, only to find Nancy on the other side, garment bag in hand and dressed like she was on her way to a country club.

“Steve said you’d still be asleep,” She sighed, pushing past him, “I guess we’re lucky I believed him.”

Eddie shut the door behind her, rubbing at his eyes, “What time is it?”

“Five thirty,” Nancy answered, glancing at her watch, “So that gives you thirty minutes to take a shower, thirty minutes to get dressed, and thirty minutes for us to get there.”

She had that signature-determined Wheeler look on her face, and Eddie didn’t have the strength to go against it. Forty minutes later he was dressed, slim cut black slacks and a crisp button up. Nancy had him seated in the mirror while she did his hair, insisting that it should be up.

Eddie rolled his eyes at her insistence, but didn’t fight it. Whatever got them finished sooner. It wasn’t until she broke out the eye liner when he really raised a brow, “Really?”

“It makes your eyes pop, and plus, Steve likes it. So why not? It’ll be subdued, I swear.”

Eddie sighed, immediately giving in at the idea that it was for Steve. God, Robin was right, he was a loser.

“So I have a question,” Eddie asked while Nancy worked, “What made you so obsessed with weddings in the first place?”

Nancy shrugged, moving on to his other eye, “I’m not really, but it’s you guys so, it’s different.”

Eddie blinked at her after she finished, confused. Robin’s obsession with the whole thing he understood, Steve was her other half, but he kinda thought Nancy was just along for the ride, “We are?”

“Of course you are,” Nancy said, stepping back to look at her handy work. She went back behind him, adjusting a few of the bobby pins in his hair.

“I mean…” she pursed her lips, struggling to find the right words, “The two of you together hasn’t just been good for you two you know? And I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. Without you two, who knows what would have happened with Robin and I. Or Max when things went to shit.”

Eddie was both touched and amused, “Is this your way of thanking us for your gay awakening?”

Nancy snorted, “I think Robin gets the credit for that. But it’s true that without you, who knows if Steve would have been okay with it. And if he hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have looked at me twice. And…”

She sighed, embarrassed in a way that Eddie wasn’t used to seeing on her, “Steve means a lot to me y’know? And when we were younger I...I didn’t always treat him right. But he kept me in his life despite that. He never even made me feel bad for things he should have and…you make him happier than I thought was even possible. And I know I didn’t know you before Steve, but it doesn’t take a genius to know he did the same for you. And I think that’s worth celebrating.”

Eddie stared at her through the mirror, a bit speechless. He didn’t…he didn’t think she thought of him like that. Nancy laughed a little at his silence, self-deprecating, “God I need to shut up, I’m making it all about me.”

Eddie shook his head, eyes wide, “No! No, not at all. I’m the one who asked. And…I appreciate it Nancy. I really do,” He reached up, squeezing that hand that was resting on his shoulder, “And for the record? You’re right. Making Steve happy is definitely worth celebrating.”

“And you,” she corrected, making her final adjustments, “I think you’re ready.”

Eddie stood, looking over himself in the mirror. He looked like a more elegant version of his stage persona. And Steve was a pretty big fan of that, so he took it as a good sign. He turned back to look at Nancy, eyes questioning, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

She snorted, rolling her eyes “You could wear a trashbag and he’d like it. Now let’s go, we’re on a schedule here.”

She dragged Eddie out the door, intensely focused on sticking to their schedule while soundly reminding Eddie why she was considered the scary one out of the group. Twenty minutes later and they were parking infront of the Public Garden, an impatient Max waiting near the entrance.

“Finally!” She exclaimed, dramatically exasperated, “You beat Steve so that means your first.”

She had two straps of fabric in her hand, passing one to Nancy, “You wait here for the other one.”

“Is that a blindfold?” Eddie asked, brow raised, “Is that really necessary?”

“It’s called a surprise dude, don’t complain,” Max said, excitement coloring her voice as she tied it over his eyes, “And hold my hand, otherwise you’ll definitely fall.”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, always happy to see her happy. Or he guessed, hear her happy. She led him through the park for a good ten minutes before she stopped him.

“Ta-da!” She pulled off the blindfold with a flourish, grinning ear to ear, “What do you think?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, taking in the scene before him. They had found their own little deserted grove, the place covered in white Christmas lights, trailing from tree to tree and table to table. They had moved picnic benches until there was an aisle, a burlap runner running between it, and a beaming Eleven spreading out white flower petals.

To say Eddie was touched would be the understatement of the century. He pulled Max into a hug, kissing the top of her head, “It’s awesome, better than anything I could have come up with.”

Max grinned at him, dragging him down the aisle. He waved to everyone sitting as they went. All of them were there, Gareth, Jeff, and every one of their giddily excited kids. His eyes widened when he passed Wayne and Mindy, but the two just winked at him while Max kept pulling him along.

“Okay,” she started, putting him in position, “Dustin’s gonna start the music, Steve will walk down, Robin’s going to officiate it, and boom, you’re married. Got it?”

“Got it,” Eddie answered, suddenly nervous. Jesus, why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like it was a “real” wedding, Steve didn’t really have the option of ducking out. He’d long locked the guy down. But…there was a finality to the whole thing that was putting him irrationally on edge. He briefly wondered if he was going to end up crying at the sight of Steve, history showing the odds of that were probably not in his favor.

Robin came down first, speed walking down the aisle, looking only slightly frazzled. She grinned at Eddie as she took her spot, elbowing him a little, “Wait till you see him.”

It didn’t take long for the music to start, but when it did Eddie whipped around to mouth at Dustin, “Really?”

Dustin shrugged, mouthing back at him from behind the boombox, “It was the most romantic thing we had.”

Moon River by Andy Williams? It was probably the corniest thing they could have come up with, corny enough to shake Eddie out of his sappy head space. He had this, he was not going to cry.

But then Eddie saw him.

There he was, unfairly gorgeous as he walked down the aisle, beaming at him. They had stuck him in a similar outfit, but it looked way better on Steve, at least in Eddie’s opinion. He looked like a fucking model and Eddie had the sudden realization that he’d never be able to laugh at this song again. Not with Steve looking at him like that, not with all that love in his eyes. A love that Eddie wasn’t sure he deserved, but one that he would fight to keep for the rest of his life.

Steve stopped infront of him, reaching out to take Eddie’s hands in his own.

Oh god, he was going to cry.

Robin was saying…things. Things that Eddie could not focus on because Steve was still smiling at him. He was holding his hand and he looked beautiful and they were getting married and the whole thing was turning Eddie’s brain to complete mush.

He was so in love, it felt too big for his body. So big that it boxed out every perfect vow that he had spent hours memorizing. Things were quiet, and it took Eddie a second to realize it was because it was his turn to speak. Steve cocked his head at him, patient while Eddie stammered, “I…I had things I was going to say, I swear.”

He swallowed, trying and failing to find the right words, “Steve, you’re everything to me. A-and…”

Steve squeezed his hands, stopping his stuttering. He shook his head laughing with him, thin and watery, “Yeah, I know.”

He turned to Robin, “I think that’s all we got to say.”

And then they were kissing, and Eddie had never felt so complete. Eddie could hear his friends and family cheering and clapping around them, but his eyes were still laser-focused on Steve, his husband, who was murmuring against his lips, “I love you.”

Eddie smiled into the kiss, “Yeah, I know.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of hugs, thank yous, and congratulations. Then they were all herded into the reception. Even if the “reception” was just code for cake at Nancy and Robin’s apartment, decked out in candles and fairy lights.

And besides the small fact that Nancy lit her speech on fire with a candle and Robin had to put her out with champagne, it went off without a hitch.

Robin drove them home hours later, insisting that being chauffeured was part of the wedding day experience. And Eddie insisted that carrying Steve over the threshold was an another absolute must.

They laughed together as Eddie kicked the door open, both still high off of a wonderful night with everyone that they cared about.

He gently set Steve onto his feet, before quickly popping a tape into their tape deck, manically grinning at Steve while he rolled his eyes, Moon River quietly playing in the background, “I should have known you were going to take that.”

“Of course you should have,” Eddie laughed, pulling him towards him, “It’s my new favorite song. Dance with me.”

“Are you serious?” Steve laughed, but he went right into his arms, swaying with him to the music, “You’re such a sap.”

“A sap that you went and married,” Eddie reasoned with a grin, happy to just have in his arms, “Besides, we’ve done almost every cliche in the book for one day, what’s one more?”

Steve leaned into him, sighing, “I guess your right.”

They danced together, comfortable quiet until Steve looked up at him, eyes warm and wet, “Thank you Eddie.”

Eddie cocked his head down at him, a confused smile on his face, “For what sweetheart?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him, slow and sweet before answering, “For loving me.”

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